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A/N Okay I am taking some liberties here. 1. After Voldemort was defeated Snape got the chance to teach as a DA professor but after two years of teaching he decided that potions were his passion. He is now back to being the Potions Professor of Hogwarts. Still as snippy as before, just as cranky just not as prejudice 2. Dumbledore is still headmaster, McGonagall is still deputy, and Dumbledore hasn't retired yet, nor has he any intention to at the moment. 3. All the teachers are same as the books. 4. Remus Lupin is back as a the DA professor. 5. Fudge is still minister. (ducks as rotten vegtables are thrown) there is a reason! I want to make fun of the idiot, and I can't do that if he is a forgotten character. 6. Harry Potter still lives and is going into auror training.

A/N 2. Psst! I won't have anything to do with Harry Potter romance wise. No HP/OC!. And this story won't have any romances. Except snippits for plot. Eg. Ron and Hermione are together. Harry is with Ginny. Lupin is single, Snape is probably with someone (ducks as a curse is thrown) as you can tell this is not a story about Severus and his relationships or lack there of. Its his business and I don't want to get hurt thus I don't pry. The Headmaster and Minerva are not together in this story, I have read some where they are and no that's not gonna happen here. I am pretty sure this is a mary sue but meh don care! Oh BTW some of this is made up as in not true. Anyway on with the story.


A canadian in London.

Chapter Four.
After the dark.

I hate hospitals. The faint trace of chemicals, of medicine is unmistakable. My grandmother was in the hospital for a very long time, hooked up to IVs and drips, morphine and other medication. Three long years of it. So even though I was in a different dimention, with strange medications and such, I knew it was a hospital. A place for the sick. And I didn't want to be here. I opened my eyes and took in the plain white ceiling.

Wonder where I am. St. Mungos probably. I sat up, winced at the brief ache in my back. Legs? Check. Arms? Check. Upper and lower torso? Check. Clothed? Yep, ok time to leave. How do I get out of here? Where is Here? Damn.

Pushing the covers off of my legs I swung around and prepared to depart from the hospital bed. Standing was a chore, as I was still woozy from the dementor. Oh yea... the dementor... how great is it to live out all your nightmares in a few moments? I think I would rather have all my molars pulled, maybe amputate a few fingers. Shuddering I shook off the vision. It sucks to have a vivid imagination sometimes. One foot after another Ashe, just to the door, then down the hall, a few stairs, or an elevator and outside to freedom. Thats all just a few steps.

Gathering up what little courage I had, I glanced around once more and took a step forward and fell flat on my face.

This might be a problem... Sighing I stood up and looked at my feet. As if seeing that there was nothing physically wrong with them would convince my body to behave normally. You know the saying? If wishes were fishes we would swim in the sea or something? Yea it had the same effect. Zilch. Muttering to myself about dark creatures, their affects on innocent people and such I didn't notice the dark man Professor Snape stride into the room.

Though I did hear the commotion when another lady entered the room. She was stern looking and the moment that she saw me out of bed I knew that she was a mother hen type. Steeling myself for a fight I didn't see Snape smirk at my expression.

"And where do you think you are going Miss? After such a close encounter with a dementor, especially one as frail as yourself you are going to stay abed until I determine whether you are well enough or not." At the mention of the word frail my mouth opened on its own.

"Excuse me, I am not frail!" This seems familiar... "and what right do you have to boss me around and tell me to stay where I do not want to stay?" Out of breath, I crossed my arms. I could feel my face heating up as I got angry.

The lady's took a deep breath. "I am Madam Pomphrey and while you are on Hogwarts property, any injuries that anyone, including the teachers I might add, recieve I have authority over. Now get back in bed!" She commanded.

Hogwarts, oh I guess that last snippit of conversation before I blacked out makes sense. Poppy is her first name. Well at least i'm not a a hospital, just a hospital wing. Pfft same difference. Taking one look at the woman, then looking at the man. I reconsidered. Remembering that I could be in here a week or some other stupid time frame I made up my mind. Taking a breath.

"No."

One simple word made the womans face go blank with shock. Continuing on. " I will not, I do not need any immediate medical attention thus I feel that I am capable of taking care of myself, thanks anyway. I don't like hospitals and can rest just as well at home."

The woman took one last look at me and turned towards Snape, with a pleading look on her face. Seeing this he grasped the bridge of his nose and sighed, as if he felt a headache coming on. Taking a potion out of his robes he advanced toward me, with Poppy on his tail.

Frowning at him I slowly backed up, not wanting anything to do with potions. Who knew what was in it.

As a wiccan I knew that all life revolved in a circle, I felt pained about my wands being from plants, hopefully they were only a branch, not the core of trees the feather could be taken, as well as the hair from animals without harm. But the potions in the Harry Potter reality, I felt were just senseless killing of nature.

At home, I didn't even use normal medicine because some of it was from plants. Knowing that mostly all of the ingredients were from living things I didn't want any of it.

"Stop it what do you think you are going to do, force me to drink that?" I snarled at Snape. Snape was still stalking towards me. The potion from where I was standing smelled noxious. I couldn't back up any more, I had backed into a wall.

Baring my teeth I spoke clearly. "I do not want that potion, it goes against my religion, so back of." He scoffed."There is no religion against potions!"

Did he freaking scoff at me! I watched as he came closer. I waited until he was a foot away from me and I shot my hand out and knocked the potion out of his. He paused before digging in his robe and came up with another potion. I went to knock the potion out of his hand again and he grabbed my hand and twisted it so I was trapped by my own arm.

"Don't touch me." I said coldly. "Don't touch me, and don't make me drink that." Have I mentioned I don't like to be touched? At ALL?

Still he held me trapped."Don't touch me." I repeated louder."DON'T TOUCH..

He interupted me."You foolish girl, it is for your own good. It will calm you down, make you sleep." He tried to placate me. His hand with the potion came up

NonononoNONO!

"NO!"

to tilt it down my throat. Every ounce of me pushed him off.

"DON"T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" I shrieked and the air around me flashed blindingwhitehot and a sizzling filled the air, he flew across the room, hitting the wall with a crack that was echoed as the potion bottle shattered beside him. The potion bottle just shards of glass, no liquid to be seen. Breathing heavily I was forgotten by Poppy as she raced to help Snape. She cast a dianostic charm on him and her lips thinned. She looked up and narrowed her eyes at me.

Ever since I was a little girl, I have hated being touched. Any physical contact would make my hair stand on end. I don't know why.

"I told him not to touch me." I whispered still rubbing my arm where he had made contact. Looking away from the nurse I walked out of the hospital wing. I wanted out of the castle NOW. Away from these people who would try and force me to drink something against my wishes.

I warned him, I told him but he didn't listen. He thought he could just ram the potion down my throat and I would be fine with it. Hell I could be allergic to that shit in the potion, he could have killed me dammit.

Now in the books I actually liked Severus. But meeting face to face the man was slightly different, he was harsher, crueler and in this reality it made the world of a difference. I could see how that man could join Voldemort, even if it was only for a short time. Hate is such a strong emotion, and I usually hesitate to use it. No I don't hate Snape, but I sure as hell wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him physically. Pomphrey should have done something, it was inappropriate how he used force to hold me down to get me to drink the potion. As far as I knew I could sue.

Ah the hell with that, it takes time, money and I would have to get past Dumbledore, the only way I could was if I went to that bumbling idiot the minister of magic. Nothings worth that. Ok, time to do what I always do in a hard situation. Avoidance is my main weapon. Maybe I won't get a letter to come here, screw it, that's wishful thinking.

Still a little bit pissed at the potions master, I was wondering around the school, not really sure where I was supposed to go. Normally I guess that I should have gone to the headmasters office, two things were stopping me. One, I didn't know the school at all so I was just wandering aimlessly, two I didn't know his password. Though the latter should be easy to figure out, just name every candy known to man. Which is actually quite a bit.

I wonder if the headmaster is insane. I thought idly as I passed a picture that looked really freaking familiar. I was lost, in a stupid school. I was pretty sure there were laws against hurting a teacher, even if it was accidental magic, on school ground. I had left the hospital wing without permission from the nurse, and didn't have permission to be wondering around in Hogwarts. I was a million miles from home, surrounded by a reality so different from my own. I want to go away now, I want to go home, to my fucked up family, I don't care anywhere but here. I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE! My mind was screaming at me. There was a flash of light. And then I knew only darkness.

DUNDUNDUN! o.O a cliffie.