A/N: Lets pretend Snape didn't die, and Voldemort did and a few years later there's still dark wizards so there's still an Order of the Phoenix. K? K. Oh and Dumbledore is still alive too, but he's not in this story much. I know a lot of people hate OC stories, but in my personal opinion…which may not matter much…I write a fairly decent OC.
It happens during a meeting of the Order, though mercifully few are present at the time, just four Weasleys, Snape, Potter, and Kingsley. Zephyr Hadley, a sixth year student at Hogwarts and a sometimes spy for the Order (they were desperate for someone no one would expect) apparated into the kitchen. Chaos broke out, firstly because their enchantments and protections and wards, newly reinforced upon number twelve, Grimmauld Place should have prohibited this, and secondly, because Zephyr was crying harder than anyone should ever cry, chalky white, and covered in her own blood. George and Ron Weasley jumped up immediately and helped her to her feet, while Mrs. Weasly dithered on the spot before producing bandages and cloths from midair and beginning to clean the poor girl up.
Snape regarded the small huddled figure with an impassive look on his face. She belonged to Gryffindor, infuriatingly enough, because she was one of his best students, in fact, she always took top in Potions; and actually in most classes. That being said, though, Snape wasn't big on bawling teenage girls, so he let everyone else take care of her while he pondered the fact that she was able to apparate into a place warded against just such a thing. His thoughts were interrupted by a shriek, Mrs. Weasly had attempted to take Zephyr's outer robe off, and she had jumped about a mile, screaming, before curling into herself and refusing to meet anyone's eyes. Snape's stomach dropped.
No.
"Blimey," Ron breathed, reaching down to touch her shoulder, she wrenched it away as though she'd been burned. Snape stood up, he'd seen enough.
"Stop."
The command was obeyed instantly, and six pairs of eyes trained themselves on Snape. He wondered why he was doing this for her, a student, no one special, but thrust the thought aside as he crossed the room in three great strides, picking up the protesting girl, and turning to them.
"I'm going to take her to Hogwarts, I'll debrief her there, and Madame Pomfrey can patch her up. She needs medical attention, but St. Mungos will ask…questions." There were more reasons he didn't want Zephyr at St. Mungos but he need not voice those until his suspicions were confirmed. Everyone agreed, or at least looked like they were agreeing, as Snape tossed Floo Powder into the fire and commanded "Hogwarts."
