Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling's work is exactly that; her work. Not mine.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was Harry's seventh year and the war had ended at on the fourth of September of that year. There had been many casualties, the most in the Death Eaters' ranks but also in the student body. Many had been changed by the war, the most being Harry Potter. After his Fourth year, he had been darker, more serious. He had trained and studied the hardest of them all to be ready to face Voldemort when the time came. And ready he was. With the combined efforts of Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape and Harry Potter, Voldemort was defeated. While still mourning those dead, Harry was more carefree then he had ever been. It was as though a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Now, almost two month later, Halloween has come.
All of the castle's inhabitants were in the Great Hall, having a go at the feast while talking to their friends or dancing the night away. It was common to hear bits of conversations about the wonderful feast, the decorations, the classes and the professors while drifting around the small round tables. However, what was even more common were the rumours about Professor Snape, the evil Potion Master that wasn't so evil anymore. Ever since the defeat of Lord Voldemort in the beginning of September, Severus Snape hadn't been snappy or mean. He hadn't taken points off Gryffindor for weeks, nor had he given any to the Slytherins. He was not kind, Merlin forbid, he was just… not all there. That night, he was at the Head table, staring at the air in front of him and all but ignoring Minerva McGonagall, who was getting very annoyed with him. She finally gave up trying to talk to him, sighing in irritation.
Suddenly, the enormous double doors leading outside opened with a bang, causing every student and professor to look in that direction and the music to stop. There stood a girl that could not be more than 8 years old, the wind making her long silver hair fly to her side. Moonlight reflected in her pale purple eyes. She wore a simple dress of a shimmering white material, trimmed with silver linings, which enhanced the icy blue tint of her skin. As she slowly stepped inside the Great Hall, wavering slightly from side to side, they heard the sound of a chair scrapping against the ground and a whispered "Amiel" resounded in the room. All heads turned to the source of the voice in time to see professor Snape dash around the table and run toward the young girl. A small smile graced her lips before she surrounded to darkness.
Severus caught her as she fell to the floor, kneeling at her side.
"Ami… what happened to you… come on, wake up Amiel."
He put his hand behind her back to lift her, but brought back his hand to look at it.
"Oh Ami..." It was covered in a bluish blood.
"Severus, may I ask what is going on?"
Albus was by now standing at the front of the head table, making his way toward his Potions Master. Severus placed his hand on Amiel's back a second time, pausing in concentration. Silence permeated the hall, until finally Altus reached him and the prone girl. Severus picked he up gently and stood up, hloding her close to his chest while turning to face the students and the teachers. They gasped as they saw his eyes. Not only did they show worry, they were a bright purple. Against the young girl's back, a white-blue glow could be seen, coming from Severus' hand.
"Severus!"
"Sorry Albus, no time. I'll be in my rooms." With that said, Severus walked out of the Great Hall. As soon as the doors closed behind him, he took off at a run until he came to his chambers.
