A/N:Short one today, folks. XD This wasn't supposed to be written today, but I couldn't stop typing! You guys are my inspiration and my drive. I love you all so much! T_T

Image Song: What Do You Want From Me by Adam Lambert. I was thinking of this the whole time while typing up Snape's parts. Go figure.

Disclaimer:I don't own HP or the Image Song. I only own Iris. =)

Melody of Magic

Written by Fenikkusu

Unbeta'd

Movement IV – What Do You Want From Me

There might have been a time when I would give myself away

Oh, once upon a time, I didn't give a damn

But now, here we are

So what do you want from me?

~ What Do You Want From Me

Dumbledore's smile contorted into a frown. "Now, Severus, are you absolutely sure?"

The Potions Master rolled his eyes. "Of course, Headmaster. The lead has gone cold, in more than one sense of the word."

"Ah, yes. Mother Nature loves to gift America with winter storms. I believe they're called Northeasters in New York?" the Headmaster thought aloud, one hand stroking his beard. "In any case, I apologize for sending you out there in such horrible conditions! Perhaps I could make it up to you. Lemon drop?" The old man reached into a pocket and retrieved the aforementioned treat.

Snape wanted to explode at the man and his damn candies, but Poppy intervened. "Albus, I think it'd be best if you stopped heckling my patient! It's almost time for breakfast, and you know how the children will react if they don't see you there."

"Then I must be off!" Dumbledore replied with cheer as he turned and walked out of the Hospital Wing.

After the Headmaster left, Snape released a long, drawn out sigh. Would he ever get a break? Madam Pomfrey sat down next to the professor. "I don't need to be coddled, woman," Snape hissed.

"Nonsense," Poppy replied, smoothing her skirt down. She leaned closer to the man. "You did find the boy."

Snape scoffed, "You sound confident."

"Severus Snape, I've known you all through your Hogwarts' years up to now. Of course I can tell when you're lying, young man!" Snape had to shrink back a little at the bite in the matron's voice. Again, he was being treated like the weakling he once was. "I know you have your reasons from keeping this from the Headmaster, and I won't pry to ask why… not until you've recovered." The woman stood up and smiled softly. "I'll give you some time to recuperate." Without another word, the nurse turned and left her patient to rest.

Snape allowed the pillows and blanket to encase him in warmth. He fell into a deep darkness devoid of dreams.

Once the crowd died down, Lucas quietly slipped into the back rooms. He absentmindedly rubbed at his lightning-bolt scar. It started aching during the song, and Lucas had used all his will-power to keep his focus on MoonlightSonata. The child walked into the washroom at the end of the hallway and doused his face with cold water.

"Lucas, honey?" The boy wiped off his face and turned around to see a young woman bundled in white winter clothing. Her black hair contrasted greatly with it, as did her dusky skin. She knelt down on one knee as Lucas ran into her arms. "What's wrong, dear?"

The boy buried his head in the woman's neck and smiled. The one holding him giggled as she stood up, running a hand through his untamable locks. "I haven't seen you this happy in ages! Did seeing another wizard really pick up your mood?" the woman asked as she closed the door of the washroom. She adjusted Lucas on her hip before heading to the dressing room where his things were. Lucas nodded again.

"Well, in a few years, you're going to see a whole bunch of them!" the woman exclaimed as she bustled around the room. "When you turn eleven, you'll be invited to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." She closed the boy's backpack with one hand and put down Lucas with the other. He looked up at her with wide eyes. "Yes, really," the woman amended, tapping the boy's nose. Lucas scrunched up his face, causing the woman to laugh again.

"I'll let you in on a little secret." The woman knelt down and whispered in Lucas' ear. "Professor Snape teaches Potions at Hogwarts." She didn't even have time to lean back as the boy tackled her. "Ouch! You're gonna crush my windpipe, Lucas!" The boy kept on hugging her anyway. "Lucas Harry Potter, you let go of me this instant!"

Quite reluctantly, the boy pulled away. His eyes watered, causing the woman to sigh. "Oh, Lucas." She wrapped her arms around him. "You have a right to be excited, just not to the point of hurting others, okay? Trust me, it's best that you learn this lesson now." The boy tensed, making the woman sigh. "Honey, you won't be punished for something as trivial as this! Remember what I told you."

The woman pressed a kiss to Lucas' forehead, right above his scar. "How about we go home, honey? I'll bake your favorite cookies as reward for your awesome performance today." She held Lucas at arms' length and saw how his eyes lit up. Even if this boy was a handful, he was worth it. He would always be worth it.

Severus groaned as sunlight spilled on his face. He blinked his eyes open to the vastness of the empty hospital wing. Not that it will be for long, the man thought to himself. School was to resume in another three weeks. He was originally going to spend the time by himself immersed in research, but one Harry Potter ruined all of his plans. Again.

Using his forearms as leverage, the professor braced himself against the headboard of the hospital bed. He had one week until he would need to return to New York. In that time he would need to recover his strength, as trans-Atlantic apparition took more out of him than he thought. Snape also needed to conjure up a plan of how to get closer to the boy. Lucas trusted him already, and Snape blamed it on the innocence the child still possessed.

I should consider myself lucky, Snape thought to himself, crossing his arms. There could have been a much worse situation. Considering the history of the American city, the man was right. But how will I garner more information from the boy? He was shaking as it was…

"I think that we're gonna meet sometime again soon," the girl continued as she pulled on her coat. "Maybe we could grab a cuppa when you're less busy, huh?"

A hint of a smile appeared on Snape's lips. "Perhaps."

"Awesome!" Iris winked as she turned to leave. "See ya later, Mr. Lawrence!"

That's it. He'd use the girl to get some more information. She seemed to be a usual customer there. It would be a start, and Severus wasn't completely adverse to her company. But how was he going to track the girl down? A simple Point Me wouldn't work across the sea.

Speaking of spells… Severus reached into his robe pocket, which was conveniently placed on the nightstand next to the bed. As he pulled out his wand, a small piece of paper fell out with it. Severus blinked and picked up the scrap.

Hey-ya, Mr. Lawrence!

Betcha you didn't notice me slip this into your pocket. My college buddies used to call me Ninja, you know. (Well, you didn't, but you do now.)

My number's below if you want to get in touch with me before next Friday.

Yes, I know you're coming, silly. That's when Lucas' next performance is!

Wear something more comfortable next time; I don't think a blizzard like that is gonna come back for a while. I'll let you know otherwise, kay?

See you soon~

-Iris

Severus shook his head as he read the note. Now he just needed to get a hold of some kind of… telephone. Damn, it'd been a while. The Potion's Master could only hope that technology hadn't changed so much from when he was last in the Muggle World.

How wrong one could be.