Chapter 12: While You Were Sleeping

by: Jazmine Lovejoy

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry to take so long-been obscenely busy. Anyways, I hope to crank out more chapters soon...and like always, any reviews would be appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Harry Potter or Lost Girl.

Severus sat in his chambers with a tumbler filled with Firewhisky brooding as he gazed at the fire. His dark thoughts were the same for the past week. He thought about his life and where it all went wrong. He thought about Lily Evans, the innocent love of his youth. He thought about how something so good and pure would slip through his fingers like sand on a beach and into the arms of his nemesis. He thought about his pathetic attempt to save her which caused Severus to be yoked to another master in Dumbledore. He thought of the years of penance for failing to save his love. He thought about the current thorn in his side: Harry—with the face of James but the haunting eyes of his mother Lily. Those damnable eyes that reminded Severus that Lily was the forbidden fruit—something he had admired but was never able to touch. These thoughts plagued Severus Snape but none as much as his thoughts of a certain succubus. Her words from their confrontation swirled in his head like a cyclone without any sign of respite. You punish and torment Harry whose only sin is looking like his dead father whom he never met? Your father was a drunken prick; do you want people to punish you for what he did? Damn her! Damn her words! Damn her crass wit! Damn her stubbornness! Damn her laugh, her smile, her eyes, her seductive voice! Damn her grace and nobility! Damn the way she can make you aroused just by entering a room! Damn Ysabeau Dennis! Severus takes another gulp of the alcohol as he tries yet again to drown out the insufferable woman in hopes to enter a drunken stupor when the fire turned green and a voice disrupted his brooding.

"Severus! We need you immediately in the infirmary; there has been a dementor attack!" calls out the Headmaster.

Severus immediately sets his glass down as he hurries to his personal lab and grabs various potion vials before entering the floo. As he emerges out of the fireplace, his eyes hone in on a bed. The air escapes from his lungs and his heart plunged into his stomach. Lying in the cot was an unconscious Bo.

"What happened?" he croaks out as his eyes not moving from his estranged lover. Poppy rushes over and grabs all the potions that Severus mechanically handed over.

"It would seem that a group of rogue dementors were sent by Voldemort for Harry and his friends," explains Albus, "Professor Dennis interfered with Tom's plans and rescued the children from them."

"And from Lucius Malfoy too," adds the youngest Mr. Weasley in awe, "she cut his wand hand off with a sword!"

"He tried to imperius the professor but she was unaffected," Miss Granger chimed in as she pushes one of her bushy locks behind her ear, "I heard it as we were running. He even tried a cruciatus curse but nothing happened. Headmaster, how was that possible?"

"Not only that," Potter interjects, "but when Professor Dennis and I were surrounded by the dementors, one grabbed her and tried to feed off of her. She…I don't know how to describe it exactly… but her eyes started to glow blue and it was like she was feeding off the dementor!"

"Professor Dennis isn't a witch, is she Headmaster?" questions the redhead.

Dumbledore eyes McGonagall who immediately announces, "Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter and Miss Granger; I believe that it is past curfew. I will escort you back to the Tower."

Ron and Hermione reluctantly followed their Head of House but Harry firmly remained in position to state, "Whatever Professor Dennis is; she saved us. If Professor Flitwick hadn't banished the rest of the dementors and Hagrid hadn't carried her here… " The boy takes a deep breath as he gazes at the woman in question to ask, "Will she be alright, Headmaster?"

Severus made no indication that he was listening but he waited for the answer with bated breath. Albus placed a grandfatherly hand on the teenager's shoulder and says, "I hope so, Harry. Now you need your rest. We'll take care of Professor Dennis."

Harry frowns but slowly complies. Before he left the infirmary, he squeezed Bo's hand and whispers, "Thank you Professor."

Severus stood at Bo's bedside and watched as her chest struggle to rise and fall. She cannot die, he mentally pleaded until it became a mantra. I cannot lose another one. Poppy began tilting the woman's head up and pouring potion after potion to revive the Fae but after the eighth vial, there was still no change. The older witch frowns but turns to the dark wizard and had him assist her in setting up a muggle IV.

"I will return shortly," announces the Headmaster suddenly, "Please keep me informed." The two remaining people worked frantically as they tried potions, IV medication and even a blood transfusion (with Severus volunteering) but after an hour Poppy checked her vitals but was unhappy with the results.

"It should be working," insists the medi-witch.

The dark man felt a lump in his throat but pushes it down as he frantically began to shake his lover. "Ysabeau; please wake up!"

"What the hell did you do to my girl?!" an unfamiliar deep voice demands dangerously.

Severus whirls around to see a tall rugged man wearing muggle jeans, a blue collared shirt and a black leather vest and jacket staring at the unconscious Bo. The man was about 6'2" with short curly strawberry-blond hair, blue eyes and a short trimmed beard. He had a slender but solid frame and Severus couldn't help but feel jealous at the handsome man.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" Severus countered angrily.

"Severus, this is Detective Dyson Thornwood," explains the Headmaster, "He's a Light Fae that was sent here by the Ash to check on Miss Dennis."

"And it seems that I'm here right on time," snaps the Fae as he pushes past the raven haired man to check on the succubus. "What did you humans do to her?" Severus bristled at the 'you humans' comment but was effectively ignored by the other two men in the room.

"Miss Dennis was attacked by dementors rescuing some students," replies Albus.

"Wraiths did this to Bo?" questions the Fae. The old man nods. Dyson leans down and takes a whiff of the woman before saying, "She confronted someone…a man in his early forties."

"How could you possibly know that?" questions Severus.

"I'm a wolf-shifter Fae," the foreigner replies as if it were obvious, "I can smell his blood on her." He then starts to remove the IV, causing something inside of Severus to snap. Is he trying to kill her?!

"What do you think you are doing to her?!" roars Snape as he lunges for Dyson. The cop wretches his arm away from the wizard and growls at him. For a moment, his features shifted—his blue eyes grew dark and lupine, his perfect white teeth elongate into fangs and his nails grew long and sharpened. Severus didn't have a chance to cry out in fear, for the moment passed and Dyson's countenance was normal again.

"I'm trying to save her life, you primate!" Dyson snaps.

"We have tried everything—potions, blood transfusions-"

"She's Fae!" shouts the wolf, "and the only Unaligned one, you moron; your stupid potions aren't going to work on her. There is only one way to help her…" He then continues to remove the equipment, "she needs to feed."

"Feed?" the wizard echoes blankly.

Dyson pauses before realizing, "She never told you. Feeding isn't only about sustenance for a succubus; it's also how her body heals. The more recent the feed, the quicker she heals… are you her donor?" When Severus nods, the Fae gazes down at his off and on again lover as he asks, "When was the last time she fed?"

Snape winces slightly as he starts off in his cold professorial tone, "Well, if you must know, Miss Dennis and I had a disagreement of sorts..."

"How long?" demands Dyson.

"I fed her ten days ago."

"Ten days" he repeats. "How is she to be fed every day if one of her donors only feeds her every ten days?"

"Every day?" asks Snape with a frown. Dyson looked at the man dangerously.

"Yes, every day. The agreement made was that at least one donor for daily feedings…Bo is responsible for the protection of the school and after this whole incident with the wraiths, I'd say that she's lived up to her end. Now since you're so incorporative, why don't you bring out one of her other donors?"

Other donors? "There are no other donors," Snape bristled, "I am more than capable to…provide for her needs."

Between the confession and the smugness Dyson seemed to grow angrier at the dark potions master. "Are you telling me that not only is Bo not being fed daily but you've also denied her for TEN DAYS?! You've been STARVING her!" Snape's heart stopped by this realization but Dyson's voice cuts through his mind by saying, "If she dies, it will be ENTIRELY your fault!" The wizard's veins froze at that statement. "We need to take her somewhere private," Dyson announces as he gingerly lifts Bo into his arms.

"We can take Professor Dennis to the Room of Requirement," suggests the Headmaster as he appears for the first time. Dyson shoots an annoyed look to the old man that inexplicably fills Snape with an exasperated fury but one glance from the powerful wizard quells the rage.

"I'm also going to need your permission for my vassal pack to enter your school," the wolf informs them nonchalantly.

"For what purpose?" demands Severus, not liking where this was going.

"Like I said, she needs to feed."

"You mean that you want them to…" he just couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. Images of foreign hands roaming over her body and lips kissing areas that he kissed flooded him. The ire for the Fae returned to Severus and brought along its friends rage and fury as he immediately retorts, "Absolutely not! We do not need any half-breeds in here!" Dyson growls again, but the Headmaster attempts to pacify the already explosive situation by calling out to his subordinate.

"Severus, that's enough."

"I'm not asking—Bo needs to feed and giving her regular humans isn't going to cut it—not without killing them."

"You are going to let some mongrels come in here and-" Severus didn't get a chance to finish his tirade as the old wizard steps in even further.

"Professor, you forget yourself!"

"You're the reason she's in this mess, Magic Boy," snaps Dyson.

"Forgive me for asking, Mr. Thornwood," inquires the old man as if a thought just came to him, "but why would you need permission for your pack to gain entry?"

"They're not my actual pack but my vassal pack," he corrects as he gingerly cradles Bo in his arms and they venture through the castle towards the Room, "My old pack consisted of other Fae shifters like myself. The vassal pack is human-based werewolves that have sworn allegiance to me centuries ago."

When Severus heard this he tried once again to dissuade the old wizard.

"Headmaster, I beseech you-,"

"Severus," interrupts Albus firmly, "If that is what it takes to help Miss Dennis, then I will allow it." He softens to add, "for Ysabeau."

Snape considers and with a heart-wrenching gaze at the woman in question in the wolf's arms he nods and echoes, "for Ysabeau."

"Good," Dyson replies as he closes his eyes and mentally sends out his orders to the pack alpha. "They will be here in ten minutes."

The three men and unconscious woman made it to the room in a matter of minutes which surprised the two magic users. "There were no disruptions or incidents on our way here," observes Severus, "Even the staircase brought us directly to the seventh floor."

Albus smiled as he mused out loud, "It is almost as if Hogwarts herself knew to help our dear Miss Dennis."

The wolf fae did not seem to notice or care as he asked, "So where is this room? All I see is that weird troll painting."

Before the wizards have a chance to pace the hallway to summon the room, a door materialized.

"Hogwarts will aid her guardian," murmurs the Headmaster to himself, ignoring the looks from Severus and Dyson.

"Please explain, Headmaster," asks Severus but the old man shakes his head.

"Another time, my boy."

The potion master opens the door to reveal a room with the largest four poster bed imaginable. The sheets and pillows were a crimson red silk and the overall style of the room could only be described as decadent. "Damn, looks like a damn porn shoot," mutters the wolf.

The dread returned and lodged itself into Severus's gut as he gazed about the room, knowing that what was to take place. Why am I feeling like this? he asks himself. I have no claim on her. He turns his gaze back to the woman in the other man's arms. You want to though, don't you? His conscience argues back. That is why you push her away; you are afraid that you will fall for her and cannot claim her as your own…like Lily. Before Severus could have a full on debate with himself, a group led by Professor Lupin walked ventured down the hallway to meet them.

"Headmaster," began the wizard were uncomfortably, "these…um… people said that they had your permission to—what the hell happened to Bo?!" The marauder stopped to view his Fae friend in the detective's arms. "And Dyson, I didn't know you were here. What's going on?"

"It is alright Remus; these people have my permission to be here," assures the old wizard. A rugged man with brown shoulder length hair nods to them.

"I'm Jackson and this is my pack," he announced with a Welsh accent as he indicated the young men and surprisingly a couple of women who were looking around confused by their surroundings.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," announces the Headmaster with a smile, "I'm sorry we could not have met in more pleasant of circumstances."

The man nods as he gestures to the unconscious woman. "Is she who we're supposed to help?"

"Yes," interrupts Dyson, his voice laced with an authority not used before, "this is Bo. She's a succubus who needs to feed in order to live."

The pack immediately saluted to the wolf Fae before eyeing Bo, giving Severus a sickening feeling in his stomach before they nodded to their leader who turned to say, "We'll take care of her for you." He then takes Bo out of Dyson's arms and cradles her to his chest. The pack enter the room with the succubus and a couple of the men began taking off their clothes as one of the women closes the door behind them.

"What is going on here? What happened to Bo? And why does she have to have a pack to feed her?" Remus kept asking as he glances at Severus as if to say since you're supposed to be her donor. As Albus and Dyson explained the situation to the other man, Severus's gaze did not stray from the door and thinking about the woman inside fighting for her life…a woman who inexplicably managed to get in his skin.