Severus was absolutely disgusted with the purple-faced pig of a man currently held against a pristine white wall with his wild magic. How could Dumbledore let the fabled Girl-Who-Lived stay with such muggles?
Organizing his thoughts methodically, he knew that she could not stay here another day. Albus could forget about the damn bloody wards or any other excuse to keep Lily's child in such a state. Quirking his already tilted head, he realized how quiet the girl was. Then again, he hadn't replied to her after her introduction.
Clearing his dry throat, he decided to throw caution to the wind and as typical of his personality he decided to be blunt and to the point.
"Your arm, if you would," He drawled in a slow and deliberate manner.
The Potter-Brat—no Avianna, trembled as she lifted her arm slowly seeming to be ready to tear it back from him if he was to do her any harm.
Carefully, almost as if he was lifting one of the Queen's prized china, he inspected her arm. It already had splotchy bruises forming on her creamy ivory skin. Her wrist appeared to be broken, and her shoulder was probably dislocated. Scratch that, it was most definitely dislocated as he felt around the area applying a slight pressure.
He observed the girls face. It remained stoic and unchanged as he prodded and assessed her current visible injury.
She simply stood gravely with her head cocked slightly to the side and looked confused by his quick assessing ministrations. As if she couldn't comprehend why he cared. When she saw his staring she quickly lowered her head allowing the mess of curls to curtain around her face.
Getting out some Bruise-Balm from his emergency potions kit, he set out to alleviate a little of the obvious pain she was in.
She was obviously curious as she looked on to his treatment.
Well as much as she could see through the sloppily cut hair that seemed to obscure her eyes from even being viewed.
When he first thought about the girl, he wondered if Lily's eyes would prevail over Potters, he wouldn't have been shocked to know that Potter's DNA were as overbearing and obnoxiously present as Potter himself had been. But from what he could see on the left side of her face was far from expected.
Where Lily's were all sparkling green, Avianna's were dim. Instead of stunning emeralds, de only saw how bloodshot they seemed, how impossibly wide they opened every time they darted to the tub of lard crumpled on the floor.
He looked at the unblinking eyes that were haunted by the burden that was her life.
Feeling the familiar heat of anger rise, Severus decided that nothing in their current place was going to do any good. The muggle filth obviously could not be harmed further, Dumbledore would know immediately. He couldn't leave her, knowing what he did.
Needless to say, Severus was in a conundrum— between a troll and a giant as they say.
Relinquishing his magic hold on Dursley, the man dropped to the floor with a resounding bang. Idly, he wondered how the ground managed to stay intact under such strain.
With a quick flick of his wand, he quickly tampered with it's memories, leaving no reason to believe anything out of the ordinary happened. He noticed that Potter was unnervingly silent as he set about covering their tracks. He could neither leave her in this hell, nor deposit her in another; he knew of no family that he trusted with her, or of any place with adequate protection for her—Dumbledore was out of the question.
It left him. Severus Snape. Overall a cruel and unusual choice for anyone, but then again she was already in a cruel and unusual place to begin with.
"Girl." He noticed the body flinch, and with an incredible softer tone, he tried again.
"Avianna."
Her eyes got even bigger than he could have imagined. Or so they looked huge with her gaunt, hallow cheeks and pale face. She looked at him with open curiosity, but trepidation lurked in her very rigid stance.
"Avianna, you don't know me, but I was friends with your mother. She was very dear to me. I swear on my life and magic that I will never hurt you. I simply wish to help you to heal. Will you allow me to?"
What was only seconds which seemed like eternity he waited for her permission.
Severus Snape could say with all honesty that his chest rose with relief when he was graced with a small nod from the girl.
With one last flick of his wand, he reluctantly set the abomination littering the floor back to rights making sure that there wasn't a hint of what occurred. Lifting her with ease due to her feather light stature, he walked away from her prison with a silent vow to keep her protected.
He would die before she would return to this prison. He would be damned before he let Albus place her in another. Sanctuary was in his arms— a thought that was unknowingly echoed by the girl he cradled.