I do not own Harry Potter. Just this idea I'm throwing around.

Chapter 1: A Burning Desire to Live

It was raining hard one day during the spring of 2006. Constance, an impatient 19 year old young woman, speeded to get home in time for dinner with her parents. She had lingered over at her best friend's apartment a bit too long; it was already nearing eight. Taking a sharp turn at the intersection, she didn't take the time to notice a car spinning out of control.

She gasped at the sight and instinctively hit the brakes. It proved to no avail. The out-of-control car had already spiraled into her. She heard the glass shatter under the force and making contact with her skin, seeping into her leaving a stinging pain. Her body tugged violently as gravity pulled her every which way as her car tumbled. Finally, her car reached a halt once it glided down the drizzled road. Her eyes fluttering open in a daze, struggling to get her bearings together; another pair of headlights were advancing towards her, followed by an ear-piercing screech. The metal of Constance's car caved in at the collision with the truck, sending her car gliding across the road yet again.

People from the wreckage and witnesses to the disaster, rushed to the rocketed vehicle in hope of finding someone alive; and if there were any, to retrieve them from the metal heap. But to their surprise, there was nothing to be found in the contorted mass, not a bloody thing, literally. Hoping it was just the rain getting in their eyes, a few brave souls approached the mangled vehicle only to be met with flames. Screams of horror bellowed at the sight as the vehicle was consumed by flames. Not even the unrelenting storm could cease this fire.

It was 28 August 1998, another first day of school at Hogwarts for Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master. To start off the term for his 7th years of beloved Slytherins and brainless Gryffindors, he decided to delve into a bit of Potions History. Specifically, one potion which was considered to be very primitive, even back in its day.

"Pygmalea, a potion used to call a familiar, a guardian to the witch or wizard. Mostly used whenever said witch/wizard was in a tight predicament and needed a protector of some sort. It was deemed that this particular potion was dark magic due to the rare and dangerous ingredients needed, along with the sacrifice promised from the conjuror." Granger, the blasted Know-it-all, raised her hand at this. Snape arched his brow, "Miss Granger, what could you possibly need to know now?"

Giving her Potions Master a rather agitated look, she asked, "What sacrifice was needed, sir?"

Snape rolled his eyes, "If you would let me continue my lecture, Miss Granger, then you would probably know by now." Hermione scoffed at his rude response, it wasn't her fault she was eager to learn and had no shame in showing it. Snape, content with his response, continued, "The familiar called was promised a sacrifice from its conjuror for obeying its duty to its master, for protecting them and destroying their enemies. Usually, the conjuror would give up something valuable to them, of course; a favorite among the familiars was the conjuror's first born child." A few students stared at Professor Snape in disbelief; it was a rather barbaric sacrifice to the T. "However," he drawled, "if it so happened that the conjuror was decidedly cruel to the familiar or with their actions altogether; the sacrifice demanded was the life of the conjuror. Many, who were power-hungry, had their lives stripped of them. Only those who walked their path in ignorance would call for a familiar, oblivious to the death-wish made."

A loud snore had interrupted the silence among the classroom. The professor found the sound coming from, none other, than Ronald Weasley. Dear lords, it hasn't even been 15 minutes and he's already sound asleep, the little git. He made his way over to the red-headed 7th year and loomed over him.

"Weasley," Snape growled. Ron jerked himself awake to meet his professor's gaze. "I'd appreciate it if you would curb your enthusiasm by staying awake in class! Ten points from Gryffindor!" Weasley winced and muttered an apology, sinking further into his seat. Malfoy and his goons sniggered at the "hopeless idiot".

Snape lessened his scowl as he made his way back to his desk. "Now, that I have gotten your attention," he started, "getting back to the potion at hand; the incantation was to be recited as the conjuror combined the ingredients. Not only did the conjuror have to brew, thus creating the familiar, but they had to entice the thing to them. You could put all of these ingredients together and still not call a familiar. Only one whose desire was of the utmost extreme could one ever call a familiar, whether it is out of the most evil desires or the most pure. The incantation is as follows:

I call for thee.
I beg for one to hear me.
I live in peril,
Requesting the feral

All was still in the classroom as he spoke. Ron tried to stay awake, Harry quietly laughed to himself as Hermione prodded them both with her elbow. Malfoy snickered and murmured to Crabbe and Goyle about the "three losers" in the back.

To complete me.
My desires are real,
My danger true,
I long only for you.

Despite the mild action going on in his classroom, Snape continued with the incantation, slightly drawn to the desperate tone of the spell.

To protect me,
I would give anything.
Please, heed my call,
I offer you my all.

A chill was in the air as he brought it to a close. He looked up to his class, opening his mouth to delve even more into the complexities of the subject, until a loud pop resonated throughout the classroom, followed by mixed gasps. Bewildered by the look on his students' faces, he looked down and found the source of their gaze. A woman laid sprawled about his feet. She was covered in bruises, scratches, and blood. Her black hair flowed about and hugged her body, matted with blood and sweat. Dear Merlin… She was nude. Unconscious. Oh shit, was she even breathing?

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Author's Note:

Well... First time writing something. I read "It Happened One Hallow's Eve" by MsFigg off of AFF and got the idea for this story.
It is still in the making of course... Thanks to MsFigg and Piers Anthony, who gave her the idea and would soon give me the idea.

I'll tell you the idea once I have another chapter up. Btw, "Pygmalea" is a concoction of mine thanks to, well... greek mythology: Pygmalion and Galatea. A King, tired of slutty women, carved a woman out of stone and cherished her. Blah,blahblahhbablah, Aphrodite thought it was real cute and made the statue real.
Instead of this 'potion' creating a soulmate for the conjuror, it creates a bodyguard. :) But of course, I have different plans for Snape.

Reviews or no reviews, I must do this for myself. However, helpful hints never hurt.