If the prophecy was to be believed, and Severus Snape did believe it, she was the most dangerous person he had ever known. Now, just when he thought he was free of her forever she is thrust back into his life. The passion, the anger and the need threaten to flare to life once again. Can he protect her from her destiny and protect that elusive piece of himself he thought long dead? His own heart?

Severus Snape: Now they would spend the next few weeks practically locked in with each other. He had to find a way to make this easier for her and endurable for him. There was only one option. He couldn’t let either of them slip back into their old rhythms. He wouldn’t argue with her, if he could help it, and he definitely wouldn’t touch her. He’d treat her as he would a stranger who had just been dumped on his doorstep. There was a faint laughing sound in his head. No, not even he believed he could actually do this.

The Dark Lord: “Severus, I want you to do that again. I want you to find her and convince her that you and I are her road to happiness. Bring her to me willingly boy and I will give her to you.”

Severus held her tightly wishing with half of his being to find the b*** and kill him, while searching with the other half for a way to reach out to her, to give her some comfort. Something she said was teasing at the back of his mind trying to be recognized. He struggled to pull it up. When he remembered, it knocked his breath from his body. “The hardest part was your leaving.” She had been through this horrific experience and yet she said the hardest part had been his going.This is a new chapter, it is infact the one that led to the misunderstanding. I've rewritten, I hope more "artf

Severus Snape: Everything was in place and if he didn’t start in the next couple of hours he would lose his window of opportunity and have to start over. At the same time he didn’t want to leave her. He especially didn’t want to leave her considering what had happened between them last night. He knew he should be, and wanted to be, lying next to her, holding her until she woke. He’d spend the entire day with her, talking to her, touching her, just being close to her.

He looked at her and sighed. He crossed the space between them and took her hands in his. “Do you believe that I would risk your life?”... She couldn’t lie to him. “If you thought I was what the prophecy said I would become, then yes. I think you would end my life with your own hands.”

“I say, what is it with you and Professor Snape?” Fred was asking her...“What?” she was stunned....“Well, he was holding your hand and all. Never seen him do that before.” George added...“I was more than a bit nervous to meet you all. Professor Snape was just trying to give me a bit of moral support.” She hedged....“Astounding!” Fred said... “Unbelievable.” George added

[Snape] reached for her hand as they stood outside the back entrance to the Leaky Cauldron. Standing behind her he guided her hand to tap the sequence of bricks that opened the archway to Diagon Alley. “We need to do something about you and apparating. This is getting a bit inconvenient.” ... Standing there watching the bricks shifting with his left hand on her waist and his right on her wrist, she couldn’t help but think this seemed very convenient to her. He was pressed gently against her back and his breath brushed her temple.

Severus Snape: She was who she was. Her blood and the prophecy supported one another and he found he could not allow himself to fully discount them, no matter what evidence seemed to pour in on him. At the same time, he had to admit he had only seen the darker parts of her directed toward himself. He realized he had never seen her flare and slice at others. Was it just their relationship? Was it just their fate that they would bring out the worst in one another? If it was, what did that mean for the future. One could exist briefly and even draw warmth from that kind of fire, but in the

[Severus'] mouth was soft and gentle. The sensations were teasing and easy. He had yet to begin kissing her in earnest. It was when he did stop teasing that everything went horribly wrong.

Albus Dumbledore: “You know I cannot allow you to leave.”...“No, you’d lock me up here with him? ...Or are you trying to tell me it’s not true?” She wanted him to say it wasn’t true. It would be the first thing he had ever said that she would have been eager to believe.... "I am simply saying that I have known two people to enter Severus’ life who could understand what he had done and what had been done to him. It doesn’t feel like it to you now, but you are one of them.”... “How do you expect me to see beyond this?” she said in disbelief....He walked over and lifted the lid on the box that

Albus Dumbledore: “It’s time, Severus. She knows it and you know it. Arrange the meeting.” ... He found himself shaking his head vigorously, almost childishly at the man before him. “She’s not ready. She needs more practice. She still resorts to non-magic methods to achieve her ends. We have plenty of time left. She’s not ready.” ... “And she never will be, not to your liking Severus, and not to mine. But she’s as ready as she’s going to ever be. She knows this.” The blue eyes were filled with sadness.

The Dark Lord rose and Elyssa stood by his side. In that moment Severus saw his worst nightmare. The prophecy. Her eyes were cold and hard, her smile chilling. She was the image of her father.......She followed him out of the circle. As she walked past him, she trailed her fingers along his shoulder and arm. “May I bring my pet?”..........“Of course. He is trustworthy, as trustworthy as anyone, even if he has been played a fool.”......He watched her face smile down at him, “Come Severus.”............Seething with humiliation he hadn’t felt since his days at school, he rose and followed her. He