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Chapter 8,

Snape was standing looking in the mirror. He was surprised to see that his usually pale cheeks, had a slightly redness added to them. He turned on the sink and let his hands wash his face. Maybe his cheeks just somehow had rubbed against something red. To his disappointment nothing happened. What was happening to him?

He thought back three days ago, when he had went to the fortune-teller. Was this what loosening up meant? He scratched his arm, where the red mark was. For some reason he felt kind of cold. Maybe he was just turning ill? That could happen to anyone any day, and Snape had been sick before.

He creeped out of the bathroom and decided to go to his room. He sneaked across the corridor, careful not to crash into anyone. He didn't want anyone to see his red cheeks. Maybe they would think he used rouge.

When he finally, after what seemed ages came back to his room, he to his horror realised that the door was opened. He pushed the door opened and as he had expected, Betsy wasn't in there. He let out a loud shriek, even though it didn't come as the biggest surprise.

'Betsy!' he called down the corridor. There was no reply. 'Betsy!' He ran down the cold stone floor, hoping he would run into Betsy. Suddenly he felt his nose start to itch again. He let out a loud sneeze that echoed of the walls. Another, quieter one was followed after him. He knew it was a warning. He was loosing his usual coolness to much, and somehow he was being punished for it.

'Betsy,' he said in a normal voice, and dried his nose on his sleeve. 'Betsy!' he let out another sneeze, and then he felt his arm start to itch again.

'Professor Snape! May you please be so kind and be quiet?' Snape turned around and came face to face with Madame Pompfrey, the school nurse.

'I am sorry Madame, but I am looking for my dog, Betsy?' she looked at him with disbelief.

'You got a dog?' she asked unconvinced.

'Yes, I got her yesterda...' he could feel a sneeze coming at him again. He could feel his face make a grimace and Madame Pompfey looked at him with suspicion.

'Do you have a cold, sir?' she asked, her eyes narrowing. It was almost as if she was suspecting him of committing a murder.

'No, absolutely not...' he let out the loud sneeze he had been waiting for and Madame Pompfrey jumped back grabbing for her hat.

'You don't look to well Snape,' she said shaking her head and grabbing his arm, pulling him after her. 'I will need to give you a treatment or else the whole school will end up with your cold,'

To Snape's horror his sleeve fell down as Madame Pompfrey pulled at him, and she stared at the mark with the same horror Snape had stared at it. She gasped and put a hand to her mouth.

'Oh my goodness! What has happened?' she asked. Her voice sounded very high pitched.

'Is it any of your business?' Snape muttered knowing he sounded rude, but he couldn't take any chances. Think if she could tell he was trying to loosen up?

'Yes it is!' Madame Pompfrey replied sharply. 'If that mark is what I think it is, you need to get it cured! I would suggest you come with me now, and we will sort this...'

'But my dog! I have to get my dog!' Snape said in a shrill voice, pointing down the corridor, knowing this would be his only way out.

'You can find your dog later, this is more important,' Madame Pompfrey said and started pulling Snape down the corridor, towards the Hospital Wing. Snape knew that there was no was of getting out of it.

'Ok, sit down,' Madame Pompfrey ordered and almost pushed him down on a bed. Snape was amazed at the strength she had and imagined how the students felt when they became sick. He immediately felt sorry for them, but quickly pulled it out of his mind and reminded himself he didn't like students. 'Stay here, and D-O-N-'T move! I will be back in a second!' Madame Pompfey looked at him with mean eyes and walked out of the room, her stare still in his mind.

This could be his only chance to escape, but then, maybe she had a solution. He didn't like her very much because she definitely had more power than him and he didn't like women who were more powerful than himself. He liked women who were proper and elegant, and Madame Pompfrey was definitely not one of them. So he had a reason to escape her, but then again, she seemed really shocked at his mark, and maybe it was deadly dangerous.

Madame Pompfrey came trotting into the room again, and this time carrying a large brown book. He could read on the title "Muggle Diseases" and almost jumped back. He, Severus, Charles, John, Gordon, Snape, having a MUGGLE disease? What if Lucius Malfoy found out about this?

'Let me see your mark, Severus,' Pompfrey said deeply reading from the book. Snape unwillingly pulled up his sleeve and showed Madame Pomprey the red mark which was clearer than ever.

'W-what is it?' he stammered fearing the worst.

'If I am not wrong, you might have caught a disease called "allergies",' she said reading from the book, and to Snape's disgust sat down next to him.

'It isn't d-dangerous, i-is it?' he asked looking at the page she was holding up.

'Dangerous? I don't think it is deadly, but I am afraid, I don't have a cure for it. This is not an illness many people get in the magical world, and I am surprised it is just occurring to you now. It says you usually inherit it from your parents, but that is all I know. I would suggest that you go to a pharmacy in London- a type of hospital but you can't stay there over night, you just go in and by a cure- before it gets any worse,' Snape stared at her.

'Are you telling me to go to a hospital wing for MUGGLES?' he asked standing up. 'How can you do this to me?!?'

'Calm down, Snape! I am just telling me what you should before it becomes dangerous and harmful to you! Sit down now, and I will tell you where you can go to get a cure! It is not the world, just go to that place! One visit and you will be fine!' Snape was breathing heavily.

'Why-why does this have to happen to me?' he said and could feel tears appear in his eyes. 'Everything bad happens to me doesn't it?' he said and didn't even bother to hold back the tears. 'No one wants to be with me, and now I have a disease that Muggles have! Could it get any worse?'