She sat up with a gasp. Her chest heaved, skin drenched in sweat. Images of an extremely vivid dream ran through her brain. 'Waaaaay too much fanfiction,' she thought. Grumbling to herself she kicked her way out of the tangle of bedding and moved to go grab a cup of water. Not bothering with the lights, she'd lived in her dingy little studio long enough to not need the guidance. Therefore you can imagine her surprise when she walked nose first into a wall which definitely was not supposed to be there. "Ow! What the fuck!"
Suddenly the door burst open and a looming figure stood over her. Before she could say anything a beam of light was flying at her. An awfully familiar light. She shrieked, grabbed the nearest thing to her and threw it in the path of that curse. It instantly evaporated and she knew she was in trouble. "WAIT!" she screamed. Panicking and clearly no threat as she lay before him in only boy shorts and a singlet. Feeling the now recognised wand, an honest to God freaking wand stabbing into her neck, she knew to tread carefully. Before he could do anything like fucking Obliviate her or whatever she proceeded to spit out the most impressive and admittedly farfetched word vomit she'd ever done in her short life.
"Ok, you won't believe me but I'm just going to need you to go along with it ok?" she looked where she supposed his eyes would be and saw the shadowed head nod slightly. 'Ok, good.'
"Your name is Severus Tobias Snape. When you were a child your Father abused you because of your Magic. You live in his home on Spinners End when you're not teaching at Hogwarts:school of witchcraft & wizadry. Though you'd just as soon burn it if it wasn't a complete waste of resources. You were bullied terribly by The Marauders and your best friend, a muggleborn named Lily Evans, never forgave you when you lashed out and called her a... mudblood in fifth year. You turned to the Dark Arts where you became a follower for the Dark Lord. However you quickly realised that the pure blood wannabe was spiralling out of control and started to look for a way out. That path was presented to you when you unwittingly told the Dark Lord some information about a prophecy which ended up putting a huge target on your ex best friend. You begged Dumbledore to protect them in exchange for your loyalty. You spied and led a life of espionage until the day the Dark Lord was vanquished. Till this day you bitterly regret Lily's death."
You breathed in heavily. "Oh and my name is Caidiri, and i'm not from this universe." You looked wearily at the shadow which had seemingly not breathed since you finished your tirade. Impatiently you poked him. 'You'd never learned the art of patience.' In barely a moment the candles in the room flashed on and you were nose to chest with the one and only. Except...he defiitely looked different. Short cropped hair, a gold earring in the left lobe and was that a scarf! He was still shrouded in black, except it was jeans and a collared shirt instead of the heavy school robes. He also had a scar running from his cheek to above his brow. And he was gorgeous. Still had the hooked nose but he was tanned and his jaw seemed sharper making the nose balance out a lot better. He was also ripped. The tight outfit accentuating every line.
She dragged her eyes up to his face, looking directly into his eyes. She knew it was a bad idea as she felt a tingle in her mind. She quickly avoided eye contact. The connection dropped.