Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
Not again! oh please, not again. Severus saw Hermione go limp. He grabbed the lime green potion and poured some down her throat to no avail. But somehow he knew this time was different. Hermione was shaking and would not wake up. He lifted her and began sprinting to the hospital wing, telling his class to continue making their potions. They arrived and he placed her on a bed. To Severus's surprise, Professor Dumbledore was there. He lifted his wand, spoke the incantation Ennervate, and Hermione's eyes opened. She was breathing fast and looked absolutely frightened.
"A voice, a voice was calling me!," she spoke. "I was so scared."
Tears began to roll down her cheeks and she made no effort to hide them. Dumbledore patted her hand sympathetically.
"Professor," Snape spoke suddenly. "She has a rash on her arm." It dawned on him what it could possibly be, but that was impossible and he soon forgot it.
"I have some ointment in my classroom. I'll be right back."
Severus left the room.
"Professor Dumbledore, what does this mean?" Hermione spoke. "It can't be just a coincidence that both times I've fainted it's been in Professor Snape's class."
"I honestly don't know Hermione. We'll have to wait and see."
Severus quickly began walking back to the hospital wing. He was scared for Hermione. He had frightening ideas about what could be going on, but he tried to ignore them.
"I retrieved the ointment," he said when he returned to the room. When he placed it on her arm she shuddered, obviously still afraid. He began to grow irritated with her and the way she was behaving around him.
"Maybe there is something I should explain to you," he spoke.
Dumbledore politely left the room.
Hermione fel ashamed of herself. Why was she acting this way? She, Hermione, who was never afraid of anything. She waited patiently for what Snape had to say.
"Now, what I'm about to tell you I have told very few others. When I was born I lived among a family of Death Eaters. It was what I was used to and expected in life. I went along with it for many years. I was teased in school. I was always different from the other kids, which always made me angry and changed my personality. I felt no one understood me."
He paused.
"Until I fell in love."
A single tear rolled down his cheek.
Herione had never seen so much emotion from Professor Snape.
"Please tell me more," she spoke quietly.
"Elysia Norton was my one true love. She taught me of good in the world during the worst of times. But the Dark Lord began to suspect that I was not on his side any longer. He captured and tortured her in an effort to get me to return to the Dark side. I almost died in order to save her."
"He murdered her shortly before Potter encountered him again."
"Professor, I..."
"Don't feel sorry for me Miss Granger. I don't need your sympathy."
He strode swiftly out of the hospital wing, black robes billowing, leaving Hermione alone in tears.
"Yes you do," she said to herself.