Chapter Seven – Afterwards
Cynthia's P.O.V.
"Severus, you don't need to look after her, Poppy has it under control. She'll be fine." Comes the headmasters voice through my ears. I try to open my eyes, but they won't come open. I try to say something, but I can't open my mouth, I try to move, but I can't. I remember reading about this in my third year. About how the after affects of getting bitten by a werewolf make all your muscles stop working and the only thing you can do is breath.
But a werewolf didn't bite me. Did it?
"I know headmaster, but I somehow feel that it is my responsibility to watch over her." Comes Professor Snape's voice. My mind races back to what happened. When I turned around, I saw Snape. And now he wanted to take care of me and make sure I was all right? That was very weird for Professor Snape.
"Well, if you wish Severus. I'm going to go get Ms. Goodwinter and bring her up here to see her friend." Says Dumbledore. I hear him walk out of the room and now I know I am alone with Professor Snape, the professor I have a crush on.
No, not a crush, it's way more than a crush, I think to myself.
I feel something move from my waist to my breast, pulling something along with it. He was pulling my sheets up farther. That was a good thing to, because I was getting very cold. I felt his long hands flattening out the blanket upon my breast. If I could have smiled I would. He was being so nice and caring, and his hands gave me shivers, but good ones. The man probably didn't even know that I was awake; enjoying every moment he touched me.
Then I heard footsteps walking into the room, one pair very fast and urgent, the other pair calm. Professor Snape quickly took his hands from my breast.
Damn them, I thought coldly.
"Oh my God!" Shrieked a voice I recognized as Marie's. I felt her head fall hard onto my chest and felt her tears leaking through my blankets. I felt so bad. I wanted to comfort her and tell her it was OK.
There was a huge 'BOOM' sound, like a cannon, and I felt Marie shoot off of me.
Then all of a sudden I feel a weird sensation. A bunch of colors come swirling through my dark mind. Pink, blue, green, yellow, red. All of these colors mixed together in tornado shape. And then as soon as it happened, I was standing on my feet, and looking at everyone.
"She has just entered the main part of the werewolf comma. She is standing somewhere around us, but we cannot see her. She is invisible and transparent, and she can go into any part of the castle she wishes, that is until she wakes from the comma." Says Dumbledore.
No one seemed to notice me standing there; they were still looking down at the stiff me.
"Hello?" I said to them. No one looked. I looked down at the body I was in now and screamed. I was transparent!
"She should be awake by tommorow, maybe." Says Dumbledore.
Marie gives another loud sob and continues crying. But I wasn't paying attention to Marie, I was paying attention to Professor Snape.
He was in a black robe as usual, but under it he was wearing a long gray nightshirt. His face was tired and worn out, and it looked like he had been up all night.
He had been up all night looking after me? Poor guy. I thought.
He didn't have the hating look he usually had, but a more gentle, kinder look on his face.
"Severus, you are going to need to go so you can teach your classes today." Says Professor Dumbledore.
"You're right Sir. I should go get changed." He says as he gets up. He pulls his robes closed and turns to leave the Hospital Wing. I give one last glance to Dumbledore and Marie and hurry after Snape.
We'll just see what you do in your spare time, I think to myself. I giggle a bit, but then cover my mouth quickly, afraid that he might have heard it. Then I realize that no one can hear me.
If I'm transparent, can I go through walls and stuff? I ask my self. I see a suit of armor and walk into it, and then I come out the other side.
Awesome! I think, I can go anywhere I want in the castle. Like... Snape's private wards. I smile the biggest smile I have ever done in my life
He arrives at the dungeons, me trailing along behind him. He quickly opens the door and shuts it behind him. I stop in front of it and then remember that I can go through it. I walk through it and see him walking down the dungeon stairs. I follow behind him until we get to his classroom. He walks through the classroom, through his office, through another couple of doors and we finally come to his bedroom.
It has a huge king sized bed on one wall. It has dark green and gray blankets and such covered on it. On the other side of his room, there is a fireplace with a comfy looking chair in front of it. On another wall there are shelves filled with books and an old looking clock. On the last wall, opposite of the shelves is another door, which Snape heads to. I follow him, but when I come to see what it is I stop. It's a bathroom. He's more than likely going to change in there. I back off and let him have his privacy. I go to his bookshelf and run my fingers across the spines, reading the names of them.
My finger catches the gap between one book and another and one of them falls off of the shelf. I gasp loudly and whirl around when I hear the bathroom door burst open. Snape is standing in the doorway, with just a pair of dark green boxers on, his wand pointing about 3 feet from me.
"Who's there?" He says dangerously. "Potter, if that's you in your invisibility cloak, I'm going to expel you!" He walks over to the bookshelf and reaches his hand out and starts swinging it around like a mad blind man. I stand still, knowing his hand will only go through me. It goes through me about 4 times before he gives up and yells,
"Peeves! Where ever you are, I'm going to get Dumbledore to throw you out of here!" He turns around and heads back to the bathroom, without picking the book up. I bend over and pick the book up and place it back in its place on the bookshelf. I then go and sit on Snape's bed, waiting for him to some out of the bathroom.
When he finally does come out, he stops dead and looks at the spot where the book was. He shakes his head, as if to get the thought out of his head, and goes to the door leading out of the room. I decide not to follow him and decide to rest a bit.
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Cynthia's dream...
The 11-year-old girl went outside to see if she had gotten any mail. She looked into the mailbox and took out the mail. She went back to her porch and sat down in one of the rocking chairs and looked through the mail. When she got to a letter made of parchment with her name and location on it, she stared at it. She hadn't really been expecting anything...
She ripped it open and read it.
It was a joke. Her Mother than came out, looked at it and gasped.
"Oh my God! Hide it! Now!" She almost screamed.
"Why Mom? It's a joke."
"No. It's not. But your Father might get mad if he sees that you turned out to be a witch."
"A witch. That's make bele-"
"What's going on out here?" Came the Fathers voice from the doorway. The girls' mother snatched the letter from her hands and spun around, the letter behind her.
"Nothing, Dear." She said shakily. The husband obviously knew it was a lie.
"Bullshit. What's going on?" He repeated.
The girl pulled the letter from her mom's grip and held it up for her Dad to see. "It's nothing Dad. Just a little prank that someone pulled, telling me I was a witch."
"A witch?" He turned his gaze to his wife. "You passed your dirty jeans to my daughter?" He said angrily. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her inside. The too-small-for-her-age- girl followed.
"Dad! It's a joke. Nothing more." She said, wondering why her dad was thinking it was so real.
"It's no joke. You are a damn little witch. Your filthy mother here," He tossed the mother to a wall, "gave you those jeans. She's a witch too! I'm going to have to beat the magic out of you. Maybe that will work." He moved towards the girl with his arms out, ready to grab her.
The girl gave him a frightened look and ducked under his arms, and ran to the kitchen.
"Damn it girl! Get back here!" He yelled, running after her. She grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter and held it in front of her. He didn't look intimated by it at all. He kept getting closer to her.
When he was standing over her she started shaking uncontrollably. The knife slipped from her sweaty hand and fell with a clatter to the floor. The girl also shrank to the floor, hoping she would be able to get out of her Father's reach. But her Father still reached down and lifted her up by the scruff of her neck.
"Lets try to get this disgusting magic out of you." Her Father lifted the hand he wasn't holding her with and brought it down hard onto her face. The girls face started turning red where her Fathers hand had hit her. He then sat her up onto the counter, the cabinets behind her head. He lifted his fist and brought it down on her nose, her head slamming back onto the cabinet handle. She felt blood trickling down her head. She cried and tried to cover her face from her Father's punishing hands. But he easily took them from her face and slapped her other cheek. She let out a huge wail as he picked her up and went over to the stairs. He threw her upon them and she landed in an odd angle. She cried again, thinking that her leg may be broken.
What had she done to deserve this? She couldn't help being a witch.
"Get the hell up to your room now!" He yelled at her from the bottom of the stairs. She tried her very hardest to get up, and then struggled to get to her room, her nose aching with pain.
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She woke up and stared around, trying to figure out where she was, then she remembered that she was in werewolf comma and in Snape's bedroom. She laughed lightly to her self and checked the clock. Almost time for classes to end. Meaning that Snape would be coming back soon. While she was waiting she would read a book. She got off the bed and went to his bookshelf and grabbed a book having to do with potions.
She walked back over to the bed and sat criss-cross on it. She lifted the book up and started reading it.
Soon enough Snape burst through the door. He walked to the bed, as if about to lie down on it, but stop suddenly, staring at the book she was holding. It most have looked like a book floating in midair to him. Not wanting to frighten him or startle him, Cynthia kept the book where it was.
He walked slowly up to the bed and reached his hand to the book. He touched it slightly, then withdrew his hand. Since it didn't fall or anything he reached his hand out again and gently tugged at it. Cynthia loosened her grip on it and let him take it into his hands. He turned his back and put the book back onto the book shelf.
"Weird." He said softly. But Cynthia heard it because the room was so quiet. He looked at the clock on the shelf and turned to leave the room.
Cynthia's P.O.V.
I quietly waited for him to return and when he did he quickly went to the bathroom and then went back to his office. I followed him there and sat in a desk, just watching peacefully as he gracefully graded papers. When the clock on the wall struck 11 p.m. he put the papers into a drawer of his desk and got up to leave to his bedroom.
I followed him and watched him as he took his day robes off and climbed into bed with just boxers on. I watched in surprised, releazing he must just put on the grey nightshirt when he goes through the school at night. I sat on the floor watching him fall asleep. After about an hour, when I was sure he was sleep, I sat on his bed next to him. My feet were under my thighs and I had such an urge to just touch his face, his hair, his body.
After a little more while of watching him, the urge over took me and I moved his beautiful hair from his equally beautiful face. I bent over and kissed him on the lips.
Before I could pull away, a huge 'BOOM' filled the room. I opened my eyes, my lips still touching his, and his eyes opened in a flash. I was no longer transparent.
He was awake, and I was kneeling over him, and kissing him.
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Redrosey – I would probably kill the Father if he wasn't a fictional character.
Taniita – Thank you. Hmmm... Maybe Snapey will get a bit jealous.
Fallen Angel Of Hell – Yes it was sad. :-(
Becca Malfoy – Sorry you didn't get into it. It's OK.