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Ch.1
The storm was really picking up outside. Icy rain lashed the windows in sheets and thin branches smacked the windows. Lightning lit up the shadowy corridors of Snape manor and thunder shook the roof. All was well in Severus Snape's world. He sat at his desk in his private library. The singular candle was the only thing lighting the room. He carefully read and reread the student essays about the proper ways to get rid of dangerous potions in hopes that one of them had right answers. They were mediocre and dry and most recieved barely passing grades. He could only remember one student who had excelled fully in his class. Hermione Granger. If he could remember now, she worked for the ministry and had a happy comfortable life and was dating Ronald Weasly. How she ever ended up with him, Snape would never know. After the war ended and Voldemort was defeated, all went back to normal or close to it at Hogwarts. He recovered from his injuries even though he was close to death and returned to his job as potions master. Now it was the winter holidays and he was sitting alone in his library grading terrible essays.
Even though the storm was loud he could still distinguish an unnatural sound. It was mewing and whining and scratching and pounding against the main hallway door. Snape thought it was a cat and merely ignored it. If it wanted to get in so bad, it would find a way. He was nearly done grading and wished to go to bed immediately. He was relieved when the sound faded to nothing and everything was quiet. Suddenly a heavy thud landed on the door and the sound seemed to reverberate through the house. That was definitely not a cat. Snape pushed back his chair so fast that it toppled over and he rushed into the hallway. Before opening the door, he quickly lit a candle with his wand to light the doorway. As he opened the door a gust of wind pushed through and extinguished the candle. He pointed his wand directly in front of him into the darkness but saw nothing. As he was closing the door something stopped him dead in his tracks.
A woman lay sprawled on his doorstep cut, bleeding, and unconscious. She was small so she couldn't be anymore that in her late teens or early twentys. Her traveling cloak though it appeared a good quality was badly torn and flapping. The jeans she was wearing were ripped and so was her sweater. Her sopping wet form shivered slightly under his watch. Without a second though. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He had all kinds of potions and healing tonics there, plus it was the warmest room, with an already roaring fire waiting for him. Thank you for house elves. He gently laid her on the bed and began using his wand to heal any open wounds that he could and couldn't see. She still shivered and he began removing her clothes. It was all buisness so he thought enough to cover his eyes. He threw the damp material in a basket by the bed and covered her without turning around. Grabbing two medicinal tonics he poured them into her slightly open mouth while elevating her head. That should warm her and heal her. When he was sure that she was still breathing he left the room. He would see her in the morning.
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