Soulmate by Potion

Characters --- Norah Chase & Severus Snape

Warning --- Contains a lot of mature content, swearing, violence, blah, blah, blah. Why else would you read this?

Chapter 1---

Harry sat wedged between Ron and Hermione, watching intently as George do his dare and kissed his twin. He couldn't help but notice that they hesitated before pulling back. The small group burst out laughing.

"Okay, pay back!" George took a big gulp of fire whiskey. "You three need to have a difficult one! Okay, hmmmmmmmmm, let-me-think." His twin leaned over and whispered into his ear. A wide grin spread across both identical faces. Harry internally cringed. "We propose a long term challenge. You three are going to slip our dearly beloved Snape-y-poo a love potion. We are going to watch what happens."

Norah Chase fired down to the dungeon, her feet working to burn away her anger. Her best friend Spencer Brently was running around, darting back and forth to get rid of her own energy before facing their furious potions professor. Norah looked like the classic rebel. Dark, red-brown hair down and wild, eyes a flaming golden hazel, body moving with strength and energy. Her friend on the other hand was the perfect flower-child. Very tall, very thin, with platinum blond hair streaked with sky blue and bright green eyes. She twirled, dancing to her own music.

Norah and Spencer came to the door to the potions class room straightening themselves up before entering. The raven hared teacher was sitting at his desk, marking questions wrong right and left. Norah cleared her throat and he looked up.

"Miss Chase, Miss Brently. You two will be cleaning the cupboards over there. Well, get to it." He looked back down to the paper, marking off another question and writing 'Fail' at the top. Norah hoped it wasn't hers.

They both set about working, silence ringing through the room. Norah constantly looked over her shoulder at the professor, startled each time to find he was watching her. Not Spencer who was, by far, more developed, but Norah. After an hour of work, both Norah and Spencer had both run out of cleaner for the cupboards.

"Professor, what do you want us to do now? We're out of cleaner." Spencer stood tall, looking the older man directly in the face.

"Well, you aren't done are you? Go to Mr. Filch and ask for some." Spencer lost some of her cool and made a pleading look at Norah, who replied by nodding towards the professor, obviously meaning 'You want Snape more?'

After Spencer had left Norah stood uncomfortably, trying to ignore the looks her least favorite professor kept giving her. She failed.

"What are you staring at?" She turned sharply, giving her professor a cold glare as she spoke.

"Excuse me, Miss Chase, what do you infer by that statement?" He stood. At standing height he towered over her. His long arms were crossed across his chest making his broad shoulders stick out impressively.

"I'm inferring that you keep looking at me, and it's getting on my nerves."

"I was doing nothing of the sort Miss Chase. As your professor, you will treat me with respect." Norah came up to Snape looking him straight in the eyes. She failed to notice his dangerous shift in posture.

"Bite me." And he did. His strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her bare neck to his mouth. Norah went limp, her body refusing to obey her. Snape moved his mouth around to the other side of her neck and sucked softly. She regained control and began to struggle in his grip. Imediately he let go and looked down at his hands confused.

Norah regained her balance and ran from the room. Half way up the stairs from the dungeon she ran into Spencer.

"Spence, don't go back. He– He bit me!" She touched the spot where Snape's teeth had sunk into her skin. Pulling her fingers back she saw smears of blood. She looked back at Spencer who had a furious expression. She wrapped her long arms around Norah.

"I'll protect you Norah. He won't touch you again."

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The next day both Spencer and Norah were unusually quiet, going through classes without paying attention to teachers or lessons.

"Miss Chase and Miss Brently, will you kindly pay attention. We'll discuss your behavior after class." Snape's words sunk through Norah. She looked helplessly at Spencer, who was looking helplessly back. Both waited after the rest of the students had been dismissed. They walked to the front of the room where their teacher sat, hands folded on the desk. Spencer exploded.

"You fucking bastard! Why the hell did you do that? God, I knew you were lonely, but I didn't think you were such a perv-" Snape shot from his chair.

"Miss Brently, please, let me speak. I am very sorry for what happened yesterday, Miss Chase. I do not know what came over me when I did that. It won't happen again." Norah reached a hand up to touch the bruise and teeth marks she had covered with her hair. Snape followed her hand and looked away when he saw the damage that he had left.

"Okay, professor. As long as you don't do something like this again, I won't tell anyone."

"But, Norah! He bit you! You have to tell someone. It's sexual harassment and he'll probably do it again. I don't want to see you get mixed up in something like this. And what about your sisters, they are going to see that." Spencer gestured towards the wound on Norah's neck.

"Spence, it'll be okay. I trust him. And I can hide the marks. Mary and Lisa don't have to know." Defeated, Spencer looked back at Snape.

"You better not touch her again, you hear me?" Spencer was a tough girl, no matter how delicate she looked.

"I won't, Miss Brently. I promise you that." Both girls turned and left the room.

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Three days went by when Snape truly kept his word. He never touched Norah, reverting back to how things used to have been. The bruises and marks left from his bite had almost completely disappeared.

Norah had become her old self again and walked happily down to the potions classroom with Spencer. They even smiled as they entered the class. Snape sat at his desk in the front of the room, grading papers as he waited for the lesson to fill. Once the class had started Snape lost no time in beginning the instructions for the potion that they would be brewing.

Norah and Spencer were seated next to the worst potion brewer in that class. She watched as if in slow motion as he added too many porcupine quills into his cauldron and the silvery liquid began to bubble and smoke. Just before the boiling potion exploded, someone's arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her away.

The potion covered her from head to toe, soaking through her clothes and making her shudder violently. Distantly she could hear a voice shouting something at the other students, before she was lifted up in strong arms and passed out.

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Norah sat up, suddenly awake. She looked around the dark hospital wing, taking in the beds full of her classmates. Some of them were wearing slings on their arms or bandages over part of their faces. Looking down at herself she saw that she was relatively unharmed. There were a few bruises and a bandage wrapped around her forearm.

"Miss Chase? How are you feeling?" Norah looked up at her potions professor.

"Why did you pull me away, professor? All these other kids are more injured than I am."

"You would have taken most of the explosion if I hadn't pulled you away." He looked at anything but Norah. She brushed his arm, forcing his gaze back to her.

"But that's not why you did it, professor. It's the same reason that you did this," she whispered as she touched the scar his teeth had left. Sighing the older man conjured up a chair and collapsed onto it.

"I just can't understand what's going on." Norah looked at him, an idea suddenly rising to the front of her mind.

"You're the potions professor. Honestly, you of all people would have suspected poison." He looked shocked, which made Norah giggle.

"I can't believe I hadn't thought about it. Now that you mention it that makes sense. It would explain…things." Norah didn't want to think too much about what those things were.

"Do you have anything that would counteract it?" He rubbed his hands together before pressing them to his temples.

"No. There are antidotes that can undo simple love potions but any cheap potion that most students would use would have worn off by now. Things get complicated if it's a more powerful potion." He put his elbows up on the bed, pulling himself closer to Norah.

"By complicated you mean?" Norah ran a hand through her hair to bring it out of Snape's reach.

"It means that I have to test every antidote and potion and I have to have you with me." Norah stiffened and looked at him sharply.

"Why do you need to have me there? Well I know you want me there, but need?"

"Yes, need. I wouldn't force you to do something like that. Some of the antidotes only work if we both drink them, others I need to be able to see you to be effective, some are so dangerous that I need someone there in case something goes wrong." Norah closed her eyes thinking. Could Snape really stop himself of they were alone night after night? She didn't really think so, but was ending this whole ordeal worth it?

"Why can't we just wait until the potion wears off?"

"Because some love potions don't. And someone could still be poisoning me. This is such a terrible mess!" He continued to rub his temples and sighed. Making a risky move Norah put her hand on the back of her professor's head. He leaned into the touch, closing his eyes and adopting a peaceful look that Norah had never seen on his face before. She almost wished that she could do that to a man without the assistance of potions.

"We're both good with puzzles. We can solve this." Snape took her hand gently and lifted it from his head.

"I know." He left the hospital wing.