I do not claim ownership to any of J.K. Rowling's characters, and I'm not making any money from this. It's simply for a larf. Please R&R. Thanx. ~ZiMsta~
THE JOURNEY
"You will leave your belongings here. We take nothing but a cloak and wand." Snape instructed as they entered his chambers. He hurried to his wardrobe, taking out his cloak once more. "My cloak is in my room." Genevieve said, sniffling. "Then SUMMON it!" He snapped, quickly losing his patience. Genevieve pulled out her wand. "Accio Cloak." She muttered, concentrating on the mental image of her cloak. After a minute or so, there was a soft thud on the door. Snape opened it, pulling in her cloak. "Quickly. We cannot waist time." He demanded, tossing the cloak to her. She pulled it on slowly as he hurried around the room, collecting various potions and placing them in a small satchel at his hip. He turned, pointing his wand at her. He said nothing, but her hood suddenly came up around her head, shadowing her face.
"We must not be seen. And silence is imperative. Not a single sound." His eyes were dead serious, and she knew that if she were to break this rule, she would deeply suffer the consequences. Snape pulled his own hood over his head, and motioned for her to follow him. Genevieve did as she was told, saying nothing and walking lightly. Snape moved ahead of her at a swift pace, and after roughly five minutes, he led them both out of Hogwarts.
Genevieve was a little apprehensive when she realized that he was leading them toward the Forbidden Forest, near Hagrid's hut. When they stopped, he motioned for her to stay put, then hastened away. This made Genevieve very uncomfortable, even the slightest noises around her causing her to jolt. She jumped backwards, but amazingly enough, refrained from screaming when a huge black stallion emerged from the darkness. Holding her palm against her chest from fright, she looked around for Snape. The horse, (which was about 2 feet taller than her) moved forward, staring at her. She felt very daft as she began to realize what was going on.
"You're an Animagus." She whispered, patting him on the nose. The horse let out a great snort, jerking its head away. "Oh, yes. You're Snape, alright." Genevieve sort of smiled, trying to pet him again. He backed away, stomping his hooves and looking more than slightly infuriated. "Ok, ok. No touching. What do you want me to do?" she asked quietly. Horse Snape nodded his massive black head toward his back. Genevieve moved to Hagrid's cutting log, standing on it, as there was no way she would be able to mount the horse from the ground.
"I'm assuming you can't talk?" she asked in a whisper as Snape walked to where she was. He shook his head, 'no'. Genevieve wasted no more time, pulling herself up onto his back, settling on his cloak, which was substituting as a saddle. "Where should I hang on?" She asked. Snape shook his mane furiously, and Genevieve could only imagine the cutting remarks that were surely running through his head. She took great handfuls of his thick mane, finding that it was one of the softest things she had ever handled. Snape started forward instantly, heading strait into the Forbidden Forest. "Are you sure that this is a good idea?" she asked, bending close to his ear. He turned his head quickly, his massive, glittering black eyes giving her a dirty look. "Sorry." She whispered, remembering that she was supposed to be quiet.
The Forbidden Forest seemed never ending as they carried on for hours. Genevieve's eyelids were growing heavy, and her body was growing closer and closer to Snape's muscular neck. Before she knew what had happened, she fell right off of his back, hitting the ground hard. "OUCH! MOTHER F" she stopped yelling when she remembered where she was. Snape whirled around, nudging her very hard with his snout. She nearly did a summersault, but managed to catch her balance.
"Look, I'm sorry. I'm just tired. Aren't you tired?" she pleaded as she got to her feet, brushing off the dead leaves. She gasped as Snape morphed back into his human form, the hood of his cloak surrounding his head. He pulled it back with an angry movement, revealing his face, which was masked by the darkness. "Of course I am tired! But you obviously don't comprehend how important it is that we reach safety as soon as possible." He growled with a low hiss. He reached inside his satchel and pulled out a small bottle.
"I have a potion that will help you stay awake." He said quickly, but Genevieve raised her hand in protest. "I don't want a potion to keep me awake, I want to sleep." She told him. He lowered the bottle reluctantly back into it's pouch, mumbling what Genevieve could have sworn was, 'Bloody women'. "Fine. We rest here for a few hours, but you are to awaken when I say, and without any argument. Do you understand?" He didn't even wait for an answer before he turned back into the black stallion, and began looking for a place to sleep. He grunted toward her when he had found a mossy area beneath a tree. She walked over to him, putting her hand on his side and looking at him. "Thank you." She said, then dropped slowly to the ground, nestling herself into the moss. Snape paced a few times, then settled down next to her, letting out a heavy sigh.
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Genevieve woke to the sound of a rather irritating bird, and slowly opened her eyes. She was startled to find herself face to face with Snape, who had resumed his human form. It was the first time she had ever seen his face fully relaxed. She found it rather exhilarating. Her senses heightened further when she found Snape's arm draped around her waist. She didn't want to move. She just wanted this moment to last as long as possible, because who knew if she would ever experience it again.
"Humans!" a voice whispered. Snape's eyes shot open, and he was on his feet in an instant. Genevieve sat up, frightened and hiding behind Snape's legs. He had his wand drawn, but his body suddenly relaxed and he turned around, offering his hand to her. "It's all right." He said. Genevieve took his hand, and he pulled her to her feet.
"Severus. What brings you into The Forest?" a beautiful, light blue centaur appeared from behind a patch of brush, staring at the two of them. "Poledieuris" Snape addressed the centaur, putting away his wand. "We have been forced from Hogwarts and are passing through The Forrest to safety. I assure you we will be out by mid-day." He explained. Poledieuris nodded slowly. "And we will assure you safe passage, friend." with that, Poledieuris turned and went back into the bushes.
"Wellthank god it was a centaur and not a werewolf." Genevieve said, brushing the hair away from her face. Snape looked at her, his eyes sparkling. "Are you hungry?" he asked, pulling yet another bottle from his satchel, this one filled with a green liquid. "You seem to have a potion for everything." Genevieve said, half smiling at him. "You must always be prepared." He said, handing her the bottle. "Two swallows should be sufficient." He instructed. Genevieve took the small bottle, removing the stopper. She took in two mouthfuls, and waited for the effects. Her body suddenly jolted and she fell forward into Snape's arms. "I'm sorry" she heard him say just before she blacked out.
