Hey everyone, I don't own anything by JK Rowling only my OC Lena. Not sure how this is going to pan out, but is a story I have had floating around my head these last few weeks so hope you enjoy. I look forward to some constructive criticism but be gentle. Hope you like it :)

Lena gasped as the fireplace in her lounge shone green, she wasn't expecting anyone, especially at this time of night. Instinctively, she grabbed her wand from the arm of the sofa and pointed it waiting for the smoke to clear. A crumpled pile of robes lay on the rug, not moving. She moved forwards spotting the dark, greasy looking hair she'd had to endure looking at in staff meeting for nearly a month.

"Snape?" She whispered.

A murmur escaped the lifeless body. Dropping to her knees she uncovered his masked face, it was Snape alright.

"Help me…" his voice almost inaudible.

"Just tell me how."

It took almost an hour to move him to her bedroom and stop the bleeding, Lena was a competent witch, but healing was not her strong point - nor was carrying a man nearly twice her weight up a flight of stairs!

Lighting a candle at the side of the bed, she watched as the flame gently flickered over his pained features. He was out for the count, but Lena found herself unable to leave his side, he might be an arse but he'd been sent to her for a reason.

Taking out her book, she sat a read to him until his sleep became more settled, seeing the clock strike 3am she wrapped her dressing gown tightly around her before giving in to sleep.

It was nearly two days before Snape showed signs of waking, Lena had owled Dumbledore to let him know what had happened and he had instructed her to send another owl when he was awake and able to talk. Scrambled eggs were cooking on the stove and a drowsy professor sat at the kitchen table.

"I could have brought this up to you, I'm not sure you should be out of bed yet."

"No!" he noticed her wince slightly, "I appreciate your assistance, I do, but I need to get back to…to normal." At this Lena smiled, normal was something she had never considered the head of slythern to be.

"Well, Dumbledore is on his way to see you, he might be of a different opinion when he sees how poorly you still are." She dished up his eggs, and sat beside him watching him struggle.

"Can I help you? It's no trouble…"

"For heaven's sake no!" he snapped.

"Fine! Struggle! God forbid you accept help" A loud pop from the corner of the room made them both jump, Dumbledore stood smiling brightly at them both.

"Well, I appear to have interrupted something, please don't let me disturb you both."

Lena looked at the headmaster awkwardly.

"Just a disagreement, would you like a coffee or tea?"

"No thank you my dear, however I would like a few minutes alone with Professor Snape if I may."

"Of course." She smiled, before leaving the pair in the kitchen.