Yes, the third chapter! Okay, I know my grammar and punctuation isn't the best but I'm trying! And I really want to do this on my own so I can learn from my mistakes and grow as a writer. It'd be very much appreciated if you reviewed this chapter. I'd be inspired to write more if you did.

Snape in our world, dun dun dun! What will he do next? Stay tuned!

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CHAPTER THREE

Evelyn couldn't believe what had just happened. She was almost strangled to death by fictional character Severus Snape of the Harry Potter book Series. Book series. At first, she thought she was suffering from some type of aftershock from the earthquake, thinking the adrenaline rush had caused hallucinations, but one look at her throat proved that theory wrong.

A bruise in the shape of a hand print slowly began to form on her throat. It was quite dark and sore to the touch. The soreness spread to just below her chin where her jaw and neck connected, a faint mark from Severus' wand being painfully pressed into the skin. Even with these reminders of the days events she couldn't wrap her mind around exactly what happened. He could have hit her with the Cruciatus Curse and she still wouldn't believe what happened. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that it was all in her head and he was just a figment of her imagination, there was one thought that kept worming its way in her mind.

'Severus Snape is real.'

She pondered the thought for several moments as she sat on her bed. Severus Snape, real. It seemed laughable, but one look in the mirror made her realize that her situation was anything but humorous. When Severus Snape was unceremoniously transported in our realm he became flesh and blood, his wand became real, his magic - real. Whatever spells or curses his could perform in the Wizarding World of Harry Potter he could do here, and from what shes read, there are no limitations to what he could do.

'What have I gotten myself into?'

She ran a frusturated hand through her hair before standing up and walking up to her full length mirror that was nailed on her wall. Tilting her head back, she examined the bruises on her throat, wincing when she lightly ran her fingers over the tender skin. "Oh God, my mom's gonna kill me." She moaned at the sight of the blue and black hand print. No amount of foundation could hide it.

With defeated sigh she looked around the room one last time before allowing her gaze to fall onto the book. How ironic, the book she's been dying to have for a whole month almost got her killed. It brought one of her favorite Harry Potter characters to life and almost caused her death simultaneously.

She scoffed. "I can't believe he tried to kill me." 'I gave him a life and he tried to take mine away, jerk.'

She continued to think bitterly of the tempramental Severus Snape as she picked up the antique spell book from the nightstand. It seemed he was too suprised by his actions to remember to take the book with him. She couldn't blame him though, anyone would react badly if they were forced into that sort of situation. How do you handle being pulled into alternate universe unannounced and unprepared. If it had been the other way around Evelyn was sure she would have died from cardiac arrest. Thankfully, it wasn't.

"Was probably gonna try to find a way back home." Tossing the book onto the nightstand near her bed.

"Who was?"

Evelyn screamed and whirled around to come face to face with her mother whom wore an amused grin on her face. "Not talking to yourself, are you Evelyn?" She stepped through the doorway and into her daughters room. "Fist sign of psychosis."

"What?" She shook her head, pushing her hair behind her ears awkwardly. "Oh, I was just thinking about the book." She avoided eye contact with her mother and focused on the mess on the floor, doing everything she could to keep her from looking directly at her. The last thing she needed was for her mother to see the bruises and try to come up with a story as to how she magically ended up with a large bruise around her neck. She could say she was suicidal, but that didn't like a very good cover story.

"What is it about?" Her mother asked, looking around the room to see what damage had been done during the quake.

Evelyn shrugged. "A guy that got sucked into some alternate universe." She had to slow down her movements so what she was now moving in a sluggish manner. Normally, when she cleaned she liked to get things done so she could move onto something else, but this time was different. Her OCD began to kick in and her itch to get things clean as becoming too much. She was on the verge of begging her mother to kiss her goodnight and leave for bed already. "It's pretty good so far, just really old."

"I bet! Look at it, it's falling apart. It's probably hundreds of years old." Her mothers said as she picked up the ancient book and opened it. Evelyn looked up and felt her eyes widened as she watched her mother who had no idea that the book she was holding was an ancient text of blood magic.

"MOM!"

Startled, mother jumped, the book slipping from her fingers. "What? What happened?" Her eyes wide with fear and alarm as she stared at her daughter. "Evelyn, are you okay?" She stepped closer to Evelyn.

"I'm fine,"she looked away. Taking another step closer her mother placed a palm against her forehead, her cheeks and then her throat. Evelyn thanked the gods she had turned away when she did or else her mother would have had a clear view of her throat. However, she still managed to press her fingers into the delicate skin while searching for a fever. Bitting her lip, she did her best not to cry out as her mother continued pressed her fingers against the bruise on her throat. "I just remembered the earthquake - " she cleared her throat, "I was scared that something was going to happen to you."

"Oh, sweetie." She puller her into her arms. "Nothing is going to happen to me or you, okay? I'm not going anywhere for a long time. I'll always be here for you, earthquake or no earthquake, you can always come to me." She placed a kiss on the side of her young daughters head before pulling away and wishing her a good night.

Evelyn bid her mother good night as she closed the door and climbed into bed after picking the fallen book up from the floor. She carelessly placed it onto the night stand, glaring at it before climbing under the covers and snuggling into her pillows. The only thing that kept her from sleep was the thought of a lost Severus Snape in California with no where to go. She felt bad for whoever ran into him. Then again, she also felt bad for Snape and whatever fans he ran into. She imagined the shock would cause him to react instinctively and curse the screaming fan girls.

Still, the thought saddened her.

There was no Hogwarts in her world, it was all made up by the wonderful mind of J.K Rowling. In her world, Dumbledore didn't exist, Voldemort didn't exist, nor did the circle of Death Eaters he was a part of. 'He might be happy that Harry doesn't exist.' She mused, able to picture him smirking at the news. With an exauhsted sigh she closed her eyes and allowed herself to fall into feeling of being lost in the hands of sleep.

Her eyes snapped open. She felt it again, the feeling of being watched. She knew who it was. She knew there was only one person that would be in her room at this time of night watching her. Time passed. She laid for what felt like hours but were mere minutes.

She attempted to analyze the situation and what could possibly be done to get herself out of it. Scream for help? Run to the door? Fight? Nothing seemed to work. He would most likely cast a silencing charm on her if she tried to scream, or just make her tongue vanish. She didn't want that. She could run, but he'd stop with either magic or his body, in the end both were stronger than her. Fight? That was a no brainer, he'd take her down easily.

There was only one thing left for her to do.

"Hello?" She got no response. She wasn't disappointed or suprised that she didn't, she had a feeling he wouldn't want to talk. Not only for nearly killing her but it was painfully obvious that Severus Snape was not the talking type. "Are you there?" Again, no repsone. She sighed, "I know you're there." It was a bold move, she knew, but she needed to hear his voice. She needed confirmation, to know what she wasn't crazy.

It was quiet, but the silence was broken by one word.

"Why?" His voice surprised her. She had expected something rough and obscenely deep, but it wasn't. In fact, she found it to be quite attractive. Yes it was deep, but not how she had imagined it. He was a baritone, that much was obvious, but there was something behind it that sent shivers down her spine. She never knew someone could have a voice so alluring, so inviting... so threatening.

It was too much.

"What?" Did he speak? Was Severus Snape really in her room?He remained silent for a moment before speaking up again, this it was firmer.

"Why?"

Oh God, he wanted to know why he was here. She began to panic. What do I tell him? Sorry to break it to you Snape, but due to a papercut, you were sucked into my universe. I was trying to bring back my dog from the dead but instead I got you, sadly, I don't know how to send you back. That's okay, right? She didn't know what to say. What could she say?

"I - I don't know." She attempted to keep a steady and calm voice but her nerves seemed to have gotten the best of her. "The book." Her heart beat fiercely. It was so loud she was afraid he'd hear it. She was nervous not because her almost murder was in her room, but because she wasn't crazy. He was really in her room. It was something she'd only read about in fan-fiction. After the initial shock had worn off she realized something very important about the stories she's read about meeting Severus Snape and that was that even when not looking directly at him, he was still very terrifying.

"How did you come to possess the book?" His motonous voice seemed to flow like melted butter. Evelyn used her elbows to push herself up into a sitting position on her bed and looked around her room searching for him. All she could was darkness.

"Where are you?" She squinted her eyes. Her voice was barely above a whisper for fear kept her from speaking out loud. Just as she had asked a bright light seemed to appear out of thin air and lit the room. It wasn't blinding like it was in the movies, but bright enough to reveal his facial features and a few feet in diameter around him. His arms were crossed, his left arm was crossed under the right one. His right hand was wrapped tightly around his wand and rested above his elbow just below his shoulder.

She had to stop herself from gasping out loud. The man before her, leaning against her bookcase, was the one and only Severus Snape. Like described in the book he wore a scowl on his thin lips that were pressed together in a tight line. Several frown lines adorned his face, making him look older then what he really was. It was hard to tell from her angle on her bed, but his hair seemed to reach just above his shoulders, it was blacker then the darkness around them and had a slight wave to it. It didn't seem as greasy as Harry had described in the books, just unbelieveably soft and silky. His robes were perfectly fitted on him, just as descibed and portrayed in the films. She could see the top buttons of his frock coat and the white collar of his shirt. His nose was just as large and hooked as she expected it to be. His eyes, however, seemed darker.

"Uhm... hi." She couldn't tell if he was staring or glaring at her, whatever he was doing it unnerved her to have him looking at her even though she knew he couldn't see beyond the light of his wand. The fact that he was looking directly at put her on edge. It was as if he could see into the darkness. "I - I know who you are," she spoke softly.

"Clearly."

The air between them was tense and awkward. Evelyn couldn't help but fidget under his strong gaze. She couldn't think of anything to say to him, at least anything that wouldn't annoy or anger him and one thing she knew from the books was that Severus Snape was a testy man. Luckily for her, he was the one to break the silence.

"How did you manage spell?" He was surprisingly calm and that scared her. Severus Snape was never described as calm man. Whenever he was calm he seemed to be lethal.

A lump began to form in her throat as she spoke. "Blood. I used my blood to - "

"Stupid girl, of course you did, it's blood magic!" He snapped at her, standing up straight and taking long strides towards her bed. When she realized he was coming closer at an alarming rate, Evelyn scrambled back and pushed herself against the wall. Snape stopped next to her nightstand and picked the book up, shinging the light over it as he examined it further.

He seemed to completely dismiss the fact that he had scared her and invaded her personal space when he made a move for the book. Evelyn's breathing was hard and shaky as she looked at his towering figure. She could only think about how they never mentioned just how tall he was. From where she was sitting he seemed to be about 5'11 ft-6'0 ft tall.

"Where did you acquire this book?" He kept his gaze on the book as he waved his wand, allowing the it to lift from his hand and levitate in front of him. His dark eyes scanned the pages that seemed to turn on their own, searching for a counter-spell to the ancient magic.

"I got it from a shop."

"Where?" He spoke softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"In a small town 50 miles east from here." She answered, afriad that he might yell at her if she didn't giver him an answer right away. And the last thing she wanted was her mother to be woken up by the sound of a mans angry shouts coming from her daughters room.

He remained silent as he continued to leaf through the book, his frown lines deepening when he couldn't seem to find what he was looking for. One by one he scanned each page and mumbled to himself. She couldn't hear what he was saying but knew that he was either taking mental notes on how to reverse the magic or was calling her some not-so-nice names.

It was amazing to see something levitate before her eyes. She had an idea of how it'd look from watching things like Criss Angel Mindfreak and movies about magic, but for some reason it seemed completely different. It was a floating book, yes, but there was something about the way it hovered above the ground, as if instead of just making it levitate Snape's magic seemed to bring it to life. It was bizarre. As much as she wanted to ask him how exactly that was happening and what other magic he could perform in this world she knew it would be unwise to ask such questions.

She sighed. 'He'd most likely snap at me and tell me to shut up.' The last thing she wanted was to get on his bad side. Actually, his bad side was him, so scratch that. She didn't want to end up on his angrier you're-so-stupid-I-want-to-kill-you side. 'So,' she decided, 'no questions.'

It was bad enough he already wanted to kill her.

She smirked and suppressed the laugh that wanted to escape her lips. She didn't think he'd take to kindly to her laughing and think she was laughing at him. Boy, that would be ugly. Her mother would surely be woken by his shouts and that's the last thing she wanted. No, she'd have to think about dealing with her mother later, right now she needed to focus on one thing and one thing only - Severus Snape.

"A shop you said?" His voice wasn't dripping with acid but it wasn't kind either, far from it actually. He was lost it thought.

"Y - Yes."

He made a 'hmm' sound and ignored her again. She wasn't complaining though. Evelyn thought the less time he spent talking to her the lesser chance she had of saying something wrong and causing him to blow up and rant about something idiotic or childish she had said. She was a far cry from quite but whatever opinionated thoughts she had vanished whenever he spoke. You'd have to be crazy to argue with him - or Dumbledore.

Evelyn was quite afraid of the man standing next to her bed and as much as she wanted to avoid conversing with him she knew she had to if she wanted to know anything. It was inevitable. So she mentally prepared herself for his lashing out and hurtful words of degradation.

But there was one problem. What does she call him?

She couldn't very well say 'hey you!' that'd definitively get her into trouble. She didn't want another lecture on respecting her elders and remaining silent near those far more superior than you. She'd cough bullshit. She also couldn't say his name, she didn't want a repeat of the last time the words Severus Snape left her mouth. She wanted to avoid saying Professor at all cost, no only was she not her teacher but he would most likely strangle her again for knowing he was a teacher. That was a big no-no. As cool as dying by Snape was she wasn't ready to go through that again. The only thing that seemed to fit was 'Sir.'

So it was settled. She'd refer to Severus Snape as Sir instead of his given name or title.

'Douche wouldn't be to bad either.' She thought wickedly. Shaking off whatever nerves that had a hold of her she cleared her throat and prepared to die. 'Well, it was nice while it lasted.'

"S-Sir?" So much for shaking off nerves.

He ignored her.

Her voice was soft as she tried once more. "Excuse me?" Again, nothing.

She really wanted to shout 'hey you!' but controlled the urge and refrained from doing so.

"Mister?"

"What." He startled her. She couldn't believe it, she'd actually gotten a response from him. That was big. She could hear the coldness and cutthroat tone in his voice but it didn't faze her. He was Snape after all.

"Uhm... d - do-"

"Out with it! I don't have time for your mindless babbling!"

"Canyougetyourselfbackhome?" She said in one breath as fast as she could. He did say out with it.

If he didn't look annoyed before he most definitely was now.

He stared at her, his gaze hard. She was painfully aware of his dark orbs on her, searing into her flesh. Evelyn on the other hand couldn't bare to look at him. She felt embarrassed by her outburst. Being killed by him she could handle but making a fool of herself in front of him was something she couldn't like with. He's Severus-Freaking-Snape! He was bound to say something cruel.

And he did.

"A fool with a speech impediment." He sneered and averted his gaze to the book before him.

That hurt.

She didn't have a speech impediment, she just found herself unable to complete a coherent sentence. It's not her fault she felt nervous around him. If anything he should be flattered, it took a lot to make Evelyn stutter. In that moment she vowed to never stutter around Severus Snape again, she didn't want to give him that satisfaction of making her stumble over her words like some child. She wasn't a child, she was an adult and wanted to be treated as such.

But standing her ground would have to happen later. Right now she needed to survive and focus on gathering information. She fought back a smile when she realized just how cool that sounded.

Taking a breath, she relaxed as the air entered her lungs and bloodstream and soothed her her muscles.

"Can you get back home?"

Nothing. It seems he has reverted to ignoring her again.

Now she was angry.

"Excuse me," her came out firmer than she had anticipated. "I'm speaking to you."

He his head snapped and black slits were on her once more. 'Oh boy.'

"You dare speak to me in such an insolent manner?" He raised his voice, his tone condescending and his body language dangerous. As much as she wanted to shake her head an apologize profusely for her lack of respect he pride had gotten the better of her.

She was breathless. "Yes." Amazing what someone as intimidating as Severus Snape could make a person feel.

In an instant his wand was pointed in her face.

"Muggles." He hissed. His fierce tone threatening and low, never wavering as he spoke. "All so confident. Tell me, girl, have you ever felt pain. True and excruciating pain?" He asked as he twisted his wrist, angling his wand. This was bad, very very bad. But she refused to give into his scare tactics. She's read the books, she knows he doesn't seem to fond of torture, except when it came to Harry. She found that he quite liked it.

She shook her head. "No."

"Don't test me," he threatened. "Or I will show you." And with a quick turn on the spot and a loud pop! he was gone. This time he had taken the book with him. He would never return for he had all he needed to perfoem the spell to return to his own universe.

Evelyn pushed herself off the wall in squinted her eyes, searching to see if he had really gone. Upon the realization he really had vanished she fell back onto her bed with a loud 'oomph!' and stared up at the ceiling.

"Holy fuck."

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