Hey, so I have all this stored on word (its 27 pages right now), and I logged in to see two very lovely reviews, and thought, hey, why not add more? They totally made me smile, so it's well worth uploading more! I hope you enjoy!

p.s. kudos for knowing the song! I love it, it makes me think of Snape and Lily as kids, random fun fact.

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..when the lives we lived are only golden plated...

She had a couple hours before meeting Derek, so she threw her same green cloak over a pair of jeans, long sleeved blue shirt with a v neck and some brown boots, and headed down to Hogsmead for a few hours to search of a dress.

She walked into a store and began browsing.

"Anything I can help you with?" a small witch asked, a tape measure draped around her neck.

"Sure. I need a dress," Arianna smiled.

"What kind of dress?"

"A ball gown, I suppose. Something fantastic though."

The witch gave her a pointed look. "All my dresses are one of a kind, you can be sure of that. You won't find anyone else wearing the same gown you are, and they never go out of style."

"Well that sounds perfect." Arianna let the tiny witch measure her, and then stood on a platform as dress after dress was piled next to her.

"Well, go on. Put it on."

Arianna stared down at the first, a brown number. "Shouldn't I go in a changing room?"

"How will I see how it fits you if you are hidden behind a curtain?"

Feeling a little uneasy, Arianna stripped on the platform and put on the dress, wrinkling her nose when she saw the finished product in the mirror.

"No, no, absolutely not." The witch flicked her wand and the pile of dresses disappeared next to her, and a new one began.

"Try these."

Arianna must have put on fifty dresses, and was beginning to feel discouraged. "I look terrible in all of these."

The witch, flushed and sweaty, also look discouraged. "I'm sure I have one here for you. May I ask, what house were you in while at Hogwarts?"

"Ravenclaw," Arianna said, sitting down on her platform and staring at the ugly red mermaid style dress she presently had on.

The tiny witch wandered off and came back with a big white dress.
"This was supposed to be a wedding dress, but I had an idea, if you wouldn't mind trying it on."

Arianna peeled herself out of the red one and began sliding into the white one, letting the witch button it up in the back. The dress was strapless and tight through the torso before poofing out like the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. It had silver beading going down the torso and bottom, and a blue sash went around her stomach.

"I'll have to fix the sash, and get rid of the train, but you can buy it if you like, it's quite a stunner."

Arianna nodded. "Yeah, this looks perfect."

Noting the time she realized she was probably running late for Derek. "May I pick it up tomorrow?"

The witch nodded, already measuring the dress out, absorbed in her thoughts.

Arianna slipped her clothes and shoes back on and bid the dress farewell. The walk to the pub was short, and she found Derek immediately.

"I didn't think you would come," he said slightly loudly, trying to talk over the noise in the background.

Arianna smiled and ordered a firewhiskey. "I love to have a drink with a friend," she smiled.

"Of course."

The night with Derek passed by slowly for Arianna, though she couldn't figure out why. Something about him seemed a bit off, though she couldn't place her finger on it. She had begun to notice that he had not touched his drink at all.

"Say, did you know we were both in Hogwarts together?" she said, a little tipsy from her drinks.

"Yes, I do remember. You were very quite, and very smart."

She smiled at his answer, and he smiled back, causing her smile to fade. His smile seemed hungry somehow, like some kind of predator.

"You know, I should probably be going."

"Let me walk you back to the castle at least."

She nodded silently, tying her hood around her head, and they headed off.

"As a curse breaker, did you ever do any work for the Dark Lord?" he asked casually as they began to walk.

She looked at him sharply. "No, of course not! I wasn't really affiliated during the war, though I would not have helped him."

"Why not?"

He asked in such an innocent tone, but suddenly Arianna felt like something else was going on, and fingered for her wand in her pocket, just in case.

"Because I didn't quite agree with what he was preaching, per say."

"You didn't agree with a better wizarding world?"

"No, I didn't agree with the superiority, the killing, and what not."

"You didn't think it was for the greater good?"

She stopped and looked at him, wishing she could be rid of her buzz right now, it was hard to be alert when she was feeling as though she was standing on the deck of a boat. "No, no I did not. How is killing innocent people for the greater good?"

He looked at her earnestly. "Because, once you are rid of what is polluting us, we can move up, take what is rightfully ours!"

"And what's that?" she was almost afraid to ask, but still didn't think he would harm her.

"The world. It can be restored, we can still have it."

She shook her head, backing always slowly, wand hidden under her cloak. "No we can't. He is dead, Derek. That nightmare is over…"

He whispered something, so softly she couldn't hear, and suddenly she was in rigor mortis. Wandless magic. She was so stupid, she should have stunned him!

"We can still have it. I just need to eliminate the enemies. I will restore him!"

She stared wide eyed in fear, unable to move or speak, looking at his crazy face above her, unsure of what she had to do with any of this.

He reached down where her hand was and picked her wand up off the pavement, bound her hands and feet before freeing her of the spell, picked her up, and began walking towards an ally. Arianna didn't say anything, hoping and praying he would just let her go.

He took her wand and shot up a multitude of sparks in the air over and over again, and then stunned her.

And all was black.

She woke up in a basement, untied and laying on a filthy mattress. Remembering the events before the blackness she surveyed herself. Dirty, but still clothed and cloaked, wandless though. She began looking around the dirty room, but it hard to see in the darkness. She sat up and began waiting, and the waiting was the worst part, she thought she would go insane.

What seemed like years later a door opened, and Derek walked down.

"Oh good, you're awake."

She didn't say anything, just watched as he lit several lanterns, allowing the room to be lit up. Nothing out of the ordinary in the basement, just your average dirty, smelly room.

"Would you like some water?"

She shook her head no, but he set some on the stand next to the mattress anyway.

"I know you must be afraid, but try not to be, I don't want to hurt you."

"Why?" she croaked out, her voice hoarse from the stunning spell and fear.

"You, my dear, were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. I needed accesses to members of the Order, and when Snape joined you for a drink it seemed that you would be the easiest way to get them all here.

"They won't know," she said desperately. "They won't know you've taken me, or where I have gone. They may think I have just left."

His face grew dark. "Well you should hope they don't think that, because you are going to stay here until they arrive. You are going to help me to restore the Dark Lord!"

Arianna was struggling not to cry. "Please. Please just let me go. I don't have anything to do with this. Just let me go, I won't tell anyone I swear, please…"

He shook her roughly. "Don't beg. I hate when they beg. You will actually be useful, you brew potions, right?"

Her eyes filled up with tears as she nodded.

"Good. I want veritaserum. I have provided you with the ingredients you will need, and," he flicked his wand casually and a cauldron materialized next to her, "it shouldn't take you more than two or so days to have it perfected."

"Please.." she murmured.

"Make it right, or I'll kill you," he smiled and patted her head before slamming the door behind her.

Arianna sat there in shock for several minutes, tears running down her face before she started sobbing and screaming. She couldn't help it, it was human nature, and in the face of the kind of fear she was in, her fear had overridden all other rational emotions.

After several hours, Arianna began to think clearly again. She was locked up in this crazy, homicidal maniacs basement, who was trying to kill of members of the Order. He seemed to think they would all come rescue her. She didn't even know who any of them were. Snape was apparently one of them. That was interesting to her.

She stood up off the mattress, still crying, but quietly now, and looked at the instructions to her potion. The ingredients were familiar with another brew she had learned back in Italy, Garroting Gas, which wasn't lethal, but could knock a person out, and the ingredients were very similar. It was less complicated, and not all of the ingredients would be used, but she doubted Derek would know the difference until it was too late.

Feeling determined, her shaking hands began slicing up ingredients, slowly and carefully. One wrong slice and she could end up harming herself, and that was the last thing she really wanted. She wanted to make it out of here alive, and do that meant she needed to be focused and levelheaded.

Three hours into it her potion turned a teal color, a good sign she was halfway there when she heard a deafening crash above her. It startled her so bad she nearly dropped her newt blood in too soon, which would have ruined the whole thing. She could hear loud yelling, a bang, and then silence.

Foot steps could be heard above her, moving closer, and then walking down the stairs slowly. She dropped her vial of blood, hands shaking, and stared at the door as the handle turned slowly. Scared witless, but not about to be killed or maimed by a crazy man she scooped up some of her boiling potion, ready to scald his face and make a mad dash for it.

The door opened quickly, and a strange man stood there.

"Arianna Acton?" he asked in crisp accent.

She nodded, not seeing several other wizards behind him.

"I'm with Ministry defense, you were reported missing yesterday."

She just stared at him, her potion bubbling up behind her noisily.

"Are you okay?"

She looked down at herself, a little dirty and torn. Was she okay? She felt okay, her fear was dissipating at the sound of this mans voice, and the idea that she might be able to walk away.

She nodded yes.

"We're going to take you Mungos. Are you able to answer any questions?"

She nodded again, and the man walked over to her, wrapped her up in a blanket, and helped her up the stairs. She noticed Derek was laying stunned on the floor while several wizards tied him up.

"How did you know?" she asked hoarsely.

"He sent a note to your colleague," the man started, but as they walked outside in the blindly bright sunlight, Arianna caught site of Severus, standing motionless watching her, arms crossed across his chest, and a furious expression dancing across his face.

She moved away from her rescuer to walk over to him, stopping when she was facing him, and looked up at his furiously frozen face.

"Thanks," she whispered , and then wrapped her arms around him torso tightly, letting silent tears stream down her face. Severus didn't push her away, but he didn't hug her back, he just let her hold him there, motionless, and shooing anyone away silently who tried to come and collect her.

Eventually he put his hands on her shoulders and apparated her into Mungos, were they gave her a sleeping draught to knock her out for a bit.

When Arianna woke up she was in a hospital bed, groggy, but seemingly okay. She noticed the same man who rescued her sitting in a chair next to her bed.

"Can I help you?" she asked slowly, reaching over for a goblet of water.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Mr. Dankus confessed to everything, I'm afraid you won't be hearing from him again for a very long time."

Arianna nodded, feeling warmer at the thought of Derek being locked up in Azkaban.

"Where is Severus?"

The man nodded, gathering his hat. "He went back to the school earlier this morning. He sat here with you most of the night, quite an interesting man."

"How did he know?"

"Like I said, Mr. Dankus sent him a note, and Professor Snape just seemed to know who had taken you, public record has his house on file. Mr. Dankus is not the sharpest brick, as it would seem. We went down there, Snape stunned him, and we found you quite safely. May I ask you, why were you brewing a Garroting Gas potion?"

She smiled smally. "I was hoping to make a mad dash for it I guess."

He smiled and bid her goodbye, leaving Arianna to her thoughts for the day.

"You seem cheerful," an orderly mentioned, looking over her chart.

"Is it going to be possible for me to leave soon?" she asked.

"Today sound good?"

She smiled her first real smile since having been rescued.

About an hour later she was standing outside of Hogwarts gate, her cloak draped over her arm, still in the dirty kidnapping clothes. Mostly she felt tired, but it was nice to be back in Hogwarts, safe and sound.

She walked in the front door to find Severus standing there.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, surprised.

"I was planning on meeting you at the gate, but it seems you arrived sooner than I anticipated."

"That's really thoughtful of you," she commented, and he scowled darker, walking side by side with her silently down the corridor.

He stopped at the staircase they always parted at, and she looked up at him, noticing for the first time how much taller than her he seemed to be. It was comforting to her somehow.

"Thank you, again," she said.

"I'm certain you would have managed to find a way out. I merely showed up to make sure it happened."

"Of course," she turned to walk up the stairs. "Severus?"

He turned and looked up at her. "Yes, Arianna?"

"He was after you, not me, you know. Something about the Order."

Severus walked up the three steps to her and put both hands on her upper arms.

"It's not your fault, Arianna. Okay? You didn't do anything wrong."

She nodded softly, wishing he would keep his hands on her arms forever.

He turned around and walked back swiftly down the stairs, and she trudged back up the stairs to her bed, where she passed out into dreamless dreams.