Peices of A Shattered Life

Brooklyn Jones's Life was turned upside down by the events of the past six months. Nothing she knows is true anymore. Can Brooklyn make a life for herself as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher at Hogwarts? Or will the prove an even greater mistake? And what of Torrey and Snape? Will the mental difference prove too great an obstical for even love to over come? Sequel to A Little Thing Called Revenge.

Prologue- Christmas Day

Where do we Go From here?

After several sunlite moments, Torrey and Severus finally broke the kiss. They rested their heads against one another's.

"Where do we go from here?" Torrey asked softly.

Severus leaned his head against her shoulder. "I don't know."

"Are teacher student relations like this tolerated?"

"Do I still qualify as a teacher?"

The two looked at each other as thousands of unsaid questions floated between them. There was only one thing to do. Go see Dumbledore.

And so the pair, avoiding what few students populated the halls, made their way to Dumbledore's office.

They knocked on the door. Dumbledore opened.

"Miss Winston, Professor Snape. How can I help you?"

After a brief, stunned silence, both errupted into a somwhat garbled account. Somehow, Dumbledore managed to follow it.

"I see." He said when they had finished. "And you don't know how this happened?"

Both shook their heads.

"Well. Professor. I'm sure you're aware that student teacher relations are frowned upon. "

Torrey made a small sound of outrage and dismay.

"How ever, since you may not be able to fully perform your tasks without a little help, so I am appointing Miss Winston as your assistant."

Torrey looked up at him, glowing with happiness.

"This was a miss fired transfiguration until further Information comes to light."

Both nodded, holding hands. They left and Dumbledore closed the door behind them. Then he smiled.

"Well done, Mr. Creevey."