Note: Sorry if I have shocked everyone. I forgot I meant to put a warning
at the start of that chapter, I upload files on a different computer to the
one I type on and it was late when I transferred the file. I also
considered putting the rating up but I can't really decide wether what is
written is R because I forget what it was like to be 13. It was a while
ago. Please forgive me and keep reading.
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Snape's days became routine, and even if this wasn't the world he truly belonged in, it no longer seemed so foreign. Still damaged, his body restricted his ability to get around but he knew he was vastly improved over what he had been. Jane cared for him, providing what she could in the ay of warmth, comfort, food and companionship. For perhaps the first time in his life, Snape felt cared for and valued. It shocked him that it took a Muggle child that had experienced very little of either to provide him with such a novel experience. He knew he would miss her when he returned to Hogwarts with the same certainty that he knew he would return to his real life eventually. Even if he had to walk to Kings Cross Station and catch the Hogwarts Express, he knew he would get back home, leaving Jane behind to get on with her life, such that it was.
As January progressed, Snape became concerned for the girl. She was pale and had lost some of her spark. He was eating his way through a loaf of bread she had provided when he realised what it might be, but he didn't want to corner her by approaching the subject directly. She wasn't one of his idiot students, she was a child, as damaged as he was, if not more, and he didn't want to cause her more pain than was necessary.
Jane passed him more food, aware that what she could provide was no longer enough to satisfy his needs and appetite. She sighed, wearily and he looked at her as he swallowed the last mouthful. "Is there any more?"
"No," Jane looked away, embarrassed she couldn't provide enough food. "I'm sorry, are you still hungry?"
"Yes." That was when he realised his mistake. He might still have been hungry, but he hadn't seen her eat anything. "And I haven't seen you eat at all."
"Oh, I'm not hungry," Jane answered quickly. Snape thought she had answered a little too quickly - from Jane that indicated a lie, he recognised himself in the child regularly now.
"You've been giving me all the food." It was a statement of fact, rather than a question.
He watched as the girl shook her head. "No, I just save the best for you, that's all. You need it to get well." Snape suspected she was lying to him again.
"I want to see you eat something."
"I will do as I please." The small girl asserted.
"Even starve yourself to feed me?"
The girl swung around to face him, eyes blazing angrily. "Even starve myself to feed you!" She answered angrily.
She stormed off, slamming the door behind her. Snape winced he hated making her angry it was no way to repay her kindness.
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Snape's days became routine, and even if this wasn't the world he truly belonged in, it no longer seemed so foreign. Still damaged, his body restricted his ability to get around but he knew he was vastly improved over what he had been. Jane cared for him, providing what she could in the ay of warmth, comfort, food and companionship. For perhaps the first time in his life, Snape felt cared for and valued. It shocked him that it took a Muggle child that had experienced very little of either to provide him with such a novel experience. He knew he would miss her when he returned to Hogwarts with the same certainty that he knew he would return to his real life eventually. Even if he had to walk to Kings Cross Station and catch the Hogwarts Express, he knew he would get back home, leaving Jane behind to get on with her life, such that it was.
As January progressed, Snape became concerned for the girl. She was pale and had lost some of her spark. He was eating his way through a loaf of bread she had provided when he realised what it might be, but he didn't want to corner her by approaching the subject directly. She wasn't one of his idiot students, she was a child, as damaged as he was, if not more, and he didn't want to cause her more pain than was necessary.
Jane passed him more food, aware that what she could provide was no longer enough to satisfy his needs and appetite. She sighed, wearily and he looked at her as he swallowed the last mouthful. "Is there any more?"
"No," Jane looked away, embarrassed she couldn't provide enough food. "I'm sorry, are you still hungry?"
"Yes." That was when he realised his mistake. He might still have been hungry, but he hadn't seen her eat anything. "And I haven't seen you eat at all."
"Oh, I'm not hungry," Jane answered quickly. Snape thought she had answered a little too quickly - from Jane that indicated a lie, he recognised himself in the child regularly now.
"You've been giving me all the food." It was a statement of fact, rather than a question.
He watched as the girl shook her head. "No, I just save the best for you, that's all. You need it to get well." Snape suspected she was lying to him again.
"I want to see you eat something."
"I will do as I please." The small girl asserted.
"Even starve yourself to feed me?"
The girl swung around to face him, eyes blazing angrily. "Even starve myself to feed you!" She answered angrily.
She stormed off, slamming the door behind her. Snape winced he hated making her angry it was no way to repay her kindness.