Hey everyone! I wanted to say many thanks to my new readers, and to the one who reviewed EVERY chapter! I have no name to call you by, so i'm going with Jean (as it's unisex) Doe. Jean Doe, thank you for your support of the story, I'm thrilled that you enjoy it. Theia's hair color is important later, but i realized i never mentioned the color. With her magic covering her, it looks like she has dirty blonde hair.

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Her head wasn't pounding when she woke up. As a matter of fact, she felt more well rested than she had in a while. She didn't feel heavy, in fact she felt very light, like a weight from her back had been lifted. She shot bolt upright her hand smacking her chest hard as she fumbled under her clothes. No necklace. She panicked looking around, realizing the curtains around her bed were closed.

She desparatly looked around for her necklace, when through the curtain walked Severus. She knew her eyes would look their strange all blue selves, and that her hair would look like very pale gold, and glow a soft silvery white, and her skin would seem to shimmer with a pale cream peach, but when she saw him with her necklace in his hand she felt like crying. She wouldn't be able to stay like that in front of him, she had to go back into hiding.

"Here." He said holding it out to her. She didn't cry and his voice wasn't harsh, but there was a bitter sting to taking back what was hers. She bit her tongue however, remembering that this was not the correct time in her life to say what first came to mind.. Instead she settled with being polite.

"Thank you.". Her voice was dry, and she held the necklace in her lap. Severus pulled up a chair and sat across from her.

"Dumbledore, convinced by madam Pompfry would like me to asess you." Theia looked at him. Her face was blank but her eyes grew a dark blue, the swirling floating colors darting a little faster, becoming agitated. "If you would give me a minute." He said obviously noticing, "I can help you instead."

Theia looked at him, watching, waiting for him to begin. "Your necklace Was crafted by you, very subtly, even covering traces of magic. That," he looked her dead in the eyes, his black ones looking at hers, "is a high level of magic I didn't expect from you. However, I seem to think it might hang a little heavily over you, theirs too much magic, and like a weight, it isn't always bad, but after a while..." He made a gesture with his hand.

"I re-did your spells, the necklace you won't feel while you wear it. You apperence will be the same, and their are spells to prevent you from losing it. I would still recommend that you don't wear it at night, so your magic isn't always dampened- tends to irritate it, make it," his eyes bored into hers, "lash out."

Theia nodded, and slowly raised the chain over her head, and dropped it around her neck. The magic now held in the necklace was disguised, but the necklace felt warm, comforting, the Magic in it touching hers ever so gently. It tickled in a weird way and her back tightened and she squirmed.

"It may be uncomfortable, but we all make sacrifices." His voice was abrupt and a little cold. She felt the warmth of the necklace caress her arm, folding over every part of her body, and settling on her skin.

"The boy you spoke about," Theia sat so straight she almost stood,

"What happened to him? Why didnt I see it in time? Is he okay? Am I losing my gift? Did i-"

"Enough." Professor Snape hissed at her glancing around. "He doesn't yet attend, he will be here next year, and were assuming he gets hurt at this time. And yes, of course he will be fine."

"How do you know, you cant even see your tomorrow."

"I may not have the gift of sight," Snape said leaning forward , his voice in a low and angry tone, but he cleared his throat and leaned back a little before saying, "but he will have me, the most adept potions master,"

"-since Merlin." She added, and he glared at her, and she stifled her chuckling,

"and I can brew anything any student may need. Trust that."

Something in his voice was different when he said that in a way that made her pause from getting ready to leave the hospital wing. "No." She said slowly turning to look at him, "you don't want me to trust that... You want me to trust you." She blinked at him and he was stony and silent.

"I will always trust you Severus." She blinked once more at him, "thanks." She touched her necklace and left the hospital wing, and to the outdoors, walking to the edge of the lake and sitting to look at little fish of bright colors.

Dumbledore entered the closed off bed Theia had laid on from the other side, chuckling and Severus who looked a mix of furious and a shocked and a little touch of pride.

"She certainly is something, isn't she Severus."

"That is a phrase, isn't it. Tell me, I didn't think she knew my first name."

Dumbledore sat on the bed, popping a lemon candy into his mouth and holding up the tin to Severus, who looked at it and then Dumbledore with a raised eyebrow. Dumbledore shrugged and put the tin away smiling cheekily.

"Perhaps, the two of you are on first name terms, later on." Dumbledore smiled at Snape and stood again.

"What of Potter. You heard her prediction," Snape walked with Dumbledore to look out the windows, and onto the lawn. Theia watched the fish swim away, and a warm breeze blew her hair. The looked at her from the window, "he gets hurt." Severus said this more quietly.

"Yes. But I think we will have to know more about the situation, to prevent it. Carry on Severus, I don't hesitate to guess that next year will be fascinating."

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Theia had her things packed, her cat in her large inner pocket, and a few books in her bag to sit with on the train so she had something to leave.

She didn't feel bad going home, she would be happy to see her parents again, Christmas had been fun, but she wished she could show them her magic. She knew she could if she so desired, and could hide it, but she would try to play by their rules.

They were milling in the entrance hall, when she felt a tug on her magic, to another warm one. She looked to catch the swish of a black robe disappearing. Knowing she had less than a minute she ran after him.

"Professor." She called out to him not expecting him to stop but he did. "Goodbye sir. I'll see you next year."

There was a weird sense of hope she felt when she said this, she knew he would be her friend soon enough, but she felt like she needed this. His face twitched.

"of course." She beamed at him and bounced off, running to catch a carriage out, smiling for the train ride home.

Severus shut the door behind him to his potions classroom, all the students thing gone, the school stock of things put away. His hand brushed the edge of a desk, and he knew it was the only truly gifted student he had. He went to his room and packed his things.

He could use a summer vacation of his own.