Still don't own Harry Potter or any characters but Chessie and her family. This first part is Severus Snape PoV. Please do enjoy.

I opened my eyes a few times that night to find that Chessie was still asleep in her bed deeply. That was good – sleep meant she was recovering quickly. The next morning, she didn't awake, and I went back to writing in her textbooks. This time, it was her third year Defense Textbook. I sighed as I wrote the curses in the margins, a few next to the curses that were smaller versions of them in the textbook.

She slept through breakfast and lunch, and I began to wonder if Poppy was wrong as I moved on to Chessie's third year Potions textbook. It was about two in the afternoon, just as I was getting to be a third of the way through her textbook that she awoke at long last.

(Chessie PoV)

I awoke groggily to the sound of quill on paper, which confused me. Who in their right mind would be writing in the Hospital wing?

I then remembered everything that happened the day before and jerked my head to the sound of the quill and ink. A book was put on the stand beside my table and I saw familiar black robes of my Potions Master and Head of House.

Thank Kami for Professor Snape.

"You saved me," I croaked. "Thank you."

"Here," he said, holding out a goblet of water for me to drink. I was startled to find a straw in it, but I still drank it greedily. "You trust me too much."

"You wouldn't try to harm someone you just rescued," I shot back after finishing the swig to catch my breath. "Even you wouldn't do something so far-fetched. Only a Marauder would do that and be so stupid."

I heard him chuckle slightly before the hospital wing doors were opened to reveal a few sets of feet.

"Quidditch practice," I heard Bill Weasley say. "Professor Snape! What are you doing here?"

"Oh, so it's a crime for a Head of House to visit their badly injures students now?" he shot back, and the red haired trio grew silent.

"Thanks, Professor," I grunted as I tried to get up.

"Lie down!" he snapped, "You're in no condition to be getting up."

I obeyed as pain flared through my back. I guessed it would take a few days to recover from what had happened to me.

"Where are they?" I asked, and Professor Snape raised an eyebrow. "My stupid aunt and Uncle."

"Gone," he said dismissively. "The headmaster wanted to talk to you."

"If he thinks he can try to get me in the lions' den, he's got another thing coming," I snarled, and Snape was visibly holding back a chuckle.

"No, actually it was about you preffering what he calls the snake pit," he said vaguely, "and something to do with a letter."

"That useless teme!" I snarled, and Snape audibly chuckled.

"It's been a long time since I've heard someone speak such fluent Japanese," he smirked, "You'd do your parents proud."

I grinned, knowing that he meant that my "aunt and uncle" would hate it. My "parents" were the personification of everything my true parents hated and despised. To my astonishment, my injury was almost all the way healed, but that my muscles were just sore from the whole gunshot ordeal.

"I'm surprised someone so young was able to heal in a day," Madame Pomfrey said shocked, "I think she'll be alright to leave, but I don't want any rough-housing or insane ideas. Stay by Professor Snape until the break is over."

The Weasley trio snickered before retreating to their little area. Professor Snape helped me up and proceeded to vanish the book, inkwell, and quill. I figured he'd been writing to pass the time, and shrugged it off. I'd figure out what he was writing in our own due time.

I mounted a school broom, with Professor Snape mounting his own, and we went up into the air to practice flying once more. We didn't dare use anything dangerous, simply weaving and dodging invisible bludgers. I smiled as we went downwards for dinner, and put our brooms back in their respective homes in the school.

The rest of the break passed in a similar manner, and on January ninth, I awoke with a jolt. Professor Snape's birthday, and I was pumped. I crouched in front of my trunk and opened the fourth lock. I beamed as I looked at the item I was to give him – a bottle of Felix Felixis. I knew it was something he could brew himself, but with the second two potions in my arsenal (Veritaserum and Amortentia) I was ready and equipped to give him what he deserved most for his birthday.

I raced out to his office and knocked on the door. There was no answer, so I tried again. This time, he opened it, a seemingly permanent scowl on his face once more. I cringed before holding up the box to him. He stared at it as though it were a foreign object, one that he didn't think was normal or human in any way.

"Happy Birthday, sir," I said quietly, and his eyes narrowed.

"My birthday isn't celebrated," he said simply.

"It is by me," I retorted, "Please, sir?"

He blinked before sighing and taking the box from my hand.

"Thank you," he murmured, "You're the first person to ever give me a gift that wasn't one of the other teachers at Hogwarts since my fifth year of school…"

I gasped at his words before he got a look on his face that said that he had a genius idea.

What do you think his idea is? Keep reading to find out!

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