Chapter 2 ~ Explanation

“But, how did I get here? You’re not real,” Shandra said. “You’re a fictional character from a fictional world.”

Snape smirked at her, and her heart did a little leap at seeing him do it. Seeing him period was doing things to her that no man or fantasy should be able to do from twenty feet away.

“Ah, yes, I am a fictional character, but that doesn’t mean I’m not real. I assuredly am real on this plane. Have you ever heard of the Astral plane, Shandra?”

Shandra shook her head.

“There are levels of existence in the world that coexist within each other. There’s the physical world, where things are formed of matter, then there is the Astral world, where things are formed before they become physical, then there are planes above that, which I won’t go into because this is not a lesson about the planes of existence.

”Suffice it to say, that every idea takes form before it becomes reality. Keeping that idea alive with the energy of thought makes it more real. I am real, Shandra, because millions of people believe in me. I will never take earthly physical form because my creation isn’t by the power of the universe, but through the mind of men. But here on this plane, I can exist indefinitely. When books are written, worlds are created. Most are temporary worlds, but when many people believe in an author’s vision, dream of it, fantasize about it, that world can become permanent. And so you are in the world of Harry Potter.”

Shandra blinked at him.

”So I’m on the Astral Plane?” she asked him.

”Partially. Actually, you are in a magically-induced overlap which I have manipulated to bring you to my domain. These overlaps occur in nature, and when they do, people see and come into contact all kinds of strange things that don’t exist on earth. Sequatch, Leprechauns and the Loch Ness monster are some examples of creatures people interact with from time to time. Aliens are yet another frequently viewed anomaly. These are all denizens of the Astral plane. Real, but existing on another level of reality.

All right. Shandra had just entered her personal little Twilight Zone. Planes of existence? Aliens? Sasquatch. Good lord.

Still Snape was here and she could feel the solid floor under her feet and the sofa that she sat on. She frowned at him slightly.

”Why me?” she asked him.

”Because at the moment I cast the spell, you were the one person on earth who wanted to be with me the most,” he replied softly. “It wasn’t always this way—“

”Hold on. You’re really going to have to explain this to me. What spell?” Shandra demanded.

Snape sighed.

”I’ve always been rather unattractive,” Snape said tightly. “When I was a younger wizard, I developed a spell that would magically draw women who would be willing to engage me into my presence. Initially, it was mostly hookers, but I kept galleons and condoms on me. There was initial surprise, but it soon wore off and I had a sexual partner. For a young, unattractive wizard it was a handy spell.”

”I’ll say,” Shandra agreed. “I wouldn’t mind having a spell like that.”

Snape looked surprised. Shandra was quite attractive and had very feminine charms.

”But, you’re lovely. Why would you need a spell of that nature?”

Shandra snorted.

”It’s harder to find good partners than you know,” she replied, shaking her head. “It would be nice to just have someone perfect to pop up and pop in, if you know what I’m saying--”

Snape blinked at her, then decided to continue.

”About eight years ago, something strange began to happen. It was right around the same time Harry Potter started attending Hogwarts. I used the spell to summon a partner, and the woman wasn’t from the wizarding world. She was a Muggle. She was British but still, different. She stared at me, said she couldn’t believe it, then virtually ravished me. I didn’t have to pay her, I didn’t even get her name. But it was—quite good.

”The next time I used the spell, the same thing happened. Another British woman appeared. I managed to keep her off me long enough to discover that she was a “fan” of my “character” and had fantasized about engaging me sexually. Her name was Brenda. I adapted the spell so I would receive the name of the person who would engage me, because sometimes it was very hard to get introductions. Over time, I discovered the truth about my existence. JKR equals God in our world. Not worship-wise but creation-wise. Actually, I hate the sow. She killed me off, you know. Good thing I am self-sustaining”

”I know she did. It was awful,” Shandra replied, still unable to believe she was really in his presence. This was some explanation.

”Yes, but not part of my actual reality. As long as I have people who think of me, I will exist indefinitely, no matter what is written of me,” he said, looking at her again.

”This is the first time the spell has delivered a woman of your--ethnicity, although I’ve had Asians, Indians, and Latin women of all shapes, sizes and levels of maturity. But never a woman like you,” he breathed.

Now it was Shandra’s turn to ask a question.

”Have you ever had sex with a black woman before?” she asked him curiously, relaxing a bit.

Snape shook his head.

“No, but I find the idea quite delicious. The color of your skin is beautiful. I can visualize the contrast of our limbs when they’re entangled—“

Shandra’s eyes widened as Snape’s robes began to visibly tent as he looked at her. Well, he wasn’t paying her lip service, that was for certain. He was definitely attracted. And his cock looked huge, although his voluminous robes could have added to the illusion of size.

She swallowed, and Snape looked down at his tented robes, then back at Shandra, his dark eyes heated and face slightly contorted. It was that same look of lust Shandra had only imagined in her dreams, and it was far more affecting now.

“My magic brought you here for a reason, Shandra,” he purred at her, “that reason being you want me for a lover more than any other woman in either of our worlds at this point in time. So I have to ask you, Shandra—“

Shandra felt as if her heart had shifted to her throat as she looked at the Dark wizard.

“Do you want to dance with a Death Eater?”

A/N: Just a little more. This isn’t going to be a long story. Just a short little interlude. I’m about to post the next chapter of Shimmer, then start on the next chapter of Looping. Hope you’re enjoying this. The writer in me just had to come up with a relatively feasible reason why Shandra was there. Well, it might not be feasible, but it’s something. Lol. Thanks for reading. ***