She was a third year. She was terrified. Several times she had been in Snape's personal rooms, his attempt to use legitimacy to see more visions, to help her comprehend gave her time to make him like her a little bit more. She never overstayed her welcome, and was polite, but she didn't allow him to walk over her like he did with his other students. They were friends of sorts, they talked a lot about books, and each time he saw her mind, she saw his. She knew he knew she poked around in his head, but they almost never spoke about what was in his head.

Her third year there was a monster on the grounds, petrifying students. She was in a state that year. She came to Snape's rooms, tears covering her face.

"Ms. Elaine? What evers the matter?" Snape approached her and the hugged.

"Snape its- I can feel it. The monster, I know I' going to have a vision of it, I just know it." Snape sighed and looked at her a little sadly.

"We cannot prevent it then. Do your best to avoid it, and remember," Snape said coming to her side and offering tea and a handkerchief, "I'll still be out here. We're working to find a cure. It won't be permanent."

She nodded and sipped her tea, staring at the book shelf.

"Can they hear?"

"What?" Snape turned to her and she drew her knees up, resting her mug on her leg.

"The petrified people, frozen in fear right? Can they hear?"

"I don't know," Snape said contemplating, grabbing his grading supplies and a stack of essays. coming to sit in the arm chair nearest her. "I suppose it's a possibility. Why?"

"They're just.. They're frozen like that, they're afraid. Maybe they can feel it. They can feel nothing but fear. When I'm frozen will you come see me?" She looked at him a little sadly, like expecting him to deny her.

"I promise I will." She smiled at that, and they talked and laughed for a while.

Two weeks later in fourth year potions Severus heard a scream. After warning students to stay put he ran out of the class room. Students weren't permitted to wander alone at the present moment, but he had a feeling he knew who had screamed. Bolting around a corner he saw her, pale, hands over her eyes and a grim expression on her face. He sighed and knelt over her. It hurt a little in his stomach to see the grime that coated her. She must have run here hands over her eyes trying not to see. Tear tracks were the only clean part of her.

He took her up to the hospital wing, having the Fat Friar look after the students in his classroom. He notified Madame Pomfrey and guided her to a bed. He summoned the curtain walls to surround her, and he placed a warding charm on her, so that no one could hurt her, and no one could remove her necklace. And he left.

A few hours into the evening he returned, Captain Scruffles with him. He knew of her fondness for her companion, and he gently let the cat sniff her, nudge her hand, and slowly curl up on her stomach. He turned to go again before he remembered her question. "Can they hear?"

He sighed and pulled up a stool and sat by her side, and after making it so no one but himself and the girl in the bed could hear him, he spoke,

"Ms. Elaine? I don't know if you can hear me, but you've been petrified. You were found a few corridors up from my classroom, I found you and I brought you to the hospital wing, that is where you are now." Still unsure of what to say he became almost methodical in his retelling of his day. "You are warded by the way, no one can hurt you here, and no one can take your necklace either. Scruffles is on your stomach, I don't know if you can feel him. He's sad I think, that you won't pet him. I promise to feed him." Severus stood to leave, but chose to sit again.

"I'm sorry," he continued, "There was nothing to prevent this, and I'm sorry that you didn't make it in time. I don't know if I could have helped. Your question, about being frozen in fear, you were afraid of this, weren't you?" The motionless girl remained a statue. "I don't know, I suppose you do now, if your fear is what's keeping you trapped. A constant solid fear." He touched one of her hands lightly. "I'm sorry I can offer you no comfort if all you can feel is fear, but please remember this. We're working on the cure. I will make you better as soon as possible."

And he left.

He visited her several times while she was petrified, he spent time grading papers there occasionally, telling her the worst things about student essays, pointing out idiotic mistakes, and their much easier counter part. He hoped she could hear him, that she wasn't just stuck and terrified, that maybe, just maybe, hearing his voice made it a tiny bit easier for her. Scruffles took a liking to him, and occasionally followed him for an evening of making sure students were in bed. He ground his teeth over how necklace Harry Potter was becoming, how insane his desire to apparently be in all forms of trouble irked him. And the basilisk was dead, and the cure had been made.

He dropped it off with Madame Pomfrey and left, not wanting to stay and watch Theia wake, feeling that she may be upset with him had she not ben able to hear his voice, and think that he didn't come at all. He knew he would see her soon enough. And after dinner that evening his door file open and there she was still pale, but clean, and they hugged, and time seemed to lose itself in that moment.

It was her fourth year, and she was furious with him. Mid year it happened, when he was busy chewing out Harry Potter, the defiant brat who had no manners in the middle of a potions class and the door banged open to loudly those nearest ducked in cover of a bomb. "Professor Dumbledore said he wished for class to be dismissed early, as its a hogshead weekend he though everyone should go enjoy it."

The class left quickly and she remained glaring at him in a way he had never seen, but angry at the class disruption and at her blatant disrespect he waited.

"Just what in the blue blazes do you think you're doing?" She hissed at him.

"Teaching a class, and far be it from you to critique your teacher-"

"I don't critique teachers, but I'll stop asinine school bullies who can't grow up." Her words infuriated him.

"Do not mistake your place in all of this you are merely a student."

"And do not be overly confident in yourself you over untitled twat, that you are no more than a book pusher with rules cut only to serve himself."

"Detention!" He yelled and she mocked him,

"What too afraid to admit I'm right? You're just a petty school boy who-"

"Detention for a week! And do not speak of things you know nothing about!" He hissed at her and she flipped back around to look at him,

"What do you mean I know nothing about it," she tapped the side of her head, "You in my head, me in yours." He blinked at her for a second and she stormed away, fury still seething through her. But not nearly as much when she learned he made it two weeks. With Filtch.

It was her fifth year, and she was terrified. She had the worst visions ever, and she knew what was going to happen.

Against her better judgement she appealed to Severus, whom she had not spoke to after their fight mid way thought the pervious year, she didn't even get to tell him what was wrong, he had stopped her in the hall, making her way down to his rooms.

"You will learn soon enough that what will happen will happen. One would think you might understand that. There is nothing I can do to change any of this nor the headmaster so zip it and carry on."

"But Sever-"

"Professor Snape." He snapped at her.

"Professor Snape." Her voice was quiet and she turned and left.

"Ten points from Ravenclaw."

XXX

It was the end of the worst year in a while, and Severus was tired, Harry Potter was very lucky to be alive, the final tournament would be soon, and then it would all be over. The most stressful year done.

He caught sight of Theia in the crowd to the hedge, she sat perfectly still, tears flowing down her cheeks. She looked like she was in immense pain. She dropped her head into her hands as Potter and Diggory entered the maze. He reminded himself that whatever was going to happen would happen. They couldn't pull the plug on this. His mark burned on his arm and he jumped, the call from Voldemort, but Harry would be safe, he was in the maze. He informed Dumbledore.

And Harry and Cedric were back. He breathed a sigh of relief, until he realized Harry was screaming. He bolted forward with Dumbledore, as Harry shouted that the Dark Lord had returned. Severus gripped his arm for a second, as Mad-eye Moody left with a shuddering Harry.

The teachers were speaking in a group in low voices, discussing a plan of action, when he saw her enter the group. More grim faced than usual she looked at him, Dumbledore held up a hand and they waited for her to speak. She kept her eyes on Severus as she spoke,

"You said what would happen would happen, but this, no one is stopping it." They all looked confused and she sighed, "That wasn't Mad-eye Moody. That was a disciple of the Dark Lord." And they ran to the school, and she watched them go.

That evening upon entering his rooms he saw her. Curled on the couch, with the mug he usually gave her. He sat down next to her and she curled into his side and cried. He wrapped an arm around her, but no words, of anger, or comfort came. He just let her stay and cry, he let her fall asleep there, and he covered her with a blanket, thinking he would stay a few minutes before he nodded off himself and they spent the night huddled together on the couch sleeping.

And everything was quiet between them once again.

Okay for a "filler" chapter this was really long and detailed. Just a brush on their current relationship, they became close friends after a while, and they really enjoy each others company. Ending of fifth year is when she has more of a crush on him. Next year things get awesome!

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