Title: Snape's Private Hell
Author: Madelynn Rae
Description: It appears that Snape has been found out for his position as a spy, and Dumbledore feels he is not safe in the wizard world. Snape is sent to a very unusual place, where no one could possibly find him.
Disclaimer: I don't own Snape, but god I wish I did.
AN: Sorry this has taken me forever, I've been uninspired. Lol You people need to start giving me ideas.
Oh, by the way, HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY TO ME AS OF DEC. 15 2004!
The next morning, Severus found Magdalena curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. He yawned and sat in the recliner next to the sofa, stretching. He looked over at her sleeping form, locking his fingers and resting his hands on his stomach. Her face was a little blotchy and tear-stained, but other than that she looked peaceful… angelic… sweet…
Stop it. She's a Muggle. A very strange, crazy, attractive… Dammit!
He sighed and leaned forward, crawling out of the chair and over in front of the couch. He sat and draped an arm on the edge of the cushions, watching her eyelashes flutter as her eyes darted beneath her eyelids. He tentatively reached forward, pinching her nose shut. Her eyes shot open, and then narrowed.
"I'm sorry, was my peaceful sleeping just too damn much for you?" she asked in a nasally voice. He nodded.
"Yes. I can't stand seeing you happy." He smirked, releasing her nose. Mag breathed in, then yawned and stretched. She sat up, curling the blanket around her and drawing her legs to her chest. Severus got up, sitting next to her. He looked down at his hands, which were wringing around each other and damp from nervousness. She leaned into him, tipping him over a bit.
"Something the matter?"
He barely glanced at her, then looked back at his hands.
"You were right. My… my childhood wasn't great at all… my parents hardly paid attention to me, I was treated rather… cruelly at school."
Mag sighed and put her hand on his. To her surprise, he took it and held it.
"You were right about something else, too. I have been waiting… and I wanted to thank you for finding me."
He shyly brushed his thumb across the back of her hand, looking into his lap. He felt the weight shift on the couch, then a warm feeling on his cheek. She kissed his cheek!
He snapped his head to the side to look at her, and his eyes widened slightly. She blushed and looked down.
"I'm sorry if that bothered you, I just think you're really sweet, but if you're offended--"
Her sentence stopped there when he took her face in his hands and leaned forward slowly, closing his eyes and gently pressing his lips to hers. Magdalena inwardly shivered from head to toe, and she wrapped her long, slender arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Severus snaked an arm around her waist and held her snugly to him, deepening the kiss slightly, then pulling away. And the Gods be damned if it isn't true--he smiled.
"Thank you," he whispered silkily. She smiled a little in return, a slight flush rushing to her cheeks.
"You're welcome."
He leaned in to kiss her again, but in a sudden twisting motion of his body, he was on the floor, screaming out and writhing in pain. Magdalena lunged herself at him, kneeling next to him and trying to hold him still, sitting him up so he wouldn't swallow his tongue.
"Severus, what's wrong?!"
She looked down and saw a dark stain seeping through is left sleeve. Rolling it up, she saw blood oozing through the strange mark on his arm.
"Young woman, back away from him slowly," a firm, male voice said from behind her. She gasped and leapt up, turning to see a very old looking man in billowing purple robes and a pointy hat, with a long beard and long hair. He peered at her over his half-moon spectacles.
"Who in the HELL are you?"
"There's no time for that, my dear, right now I need to get Professor Snape back to our world. All will be explained."
She narrowed her brick eyes suspiciously at him, then knelt next to Severus.
"He's not going anywhere without me," she said in a soft, but dangerous voice. The old man smiled, and his eyes twinkled slyly.
"No one said he was." With this, the man walked towards them and touched them both, and in a moment, the three people in the living room had disappeared.
It was late at night at Hogwarts' Infirmary, and even though Mag had only awoken in her own home maybe a few hours ago, she seemed tired again. The old man, who had introduced himself to her as Albus Dumbledore, stood next to her as she sat near Severus in his hospital bed. She looked up at him, her eyes welling up.
"He'll be alright, won't he?"
Dumbledore nodded solemnly.
"Voldemort found him, and now neither of you are safe. You must stay here at Hogwarts until it is all right to go home again. I have already owled a letter to your administrator, and he understands your absence."
She nodded slightly, looking back down at Severus' sleeping form. He was so much whiter than normal, and his damp, sweaty hair clung to his forehead and cheeks.
"So Severus is a professor here?"
"Yes, Potions."
"And he's a Wizard?"
"A very good one."
"And he's one of the most hated people at this school, and probably well disliked amongst others, too?"
"Regretfully."
At this, Magdalena chortled sarcastically.
"No wonder I… " Fell in love with him? She blushed, looking at her hands. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Yes, Miss Aislynn?" She smiled up at the old man.
"Nothing, Sir."
"Of course." The old Wizard turned to walk out the door, but turned back.
"By the way, all your things have been moved to a room adjoining to Severus's. I would like you two to stay close to each other, in case another occurrence such as this happens." She nodded again.
"Oh, also, you will be teaching a course here during your stay. I can have it put down as credit hours for teaching experience."
Magdalena tilted her head, her brows coming together in confusion.
"What course would that be?"
"Muggle Witchcraft. Be careful of the students wearing the color green… they don't take kindly to non-magical folk." With that, he turned and walked out the door. She sighed, exasperated, and turned back to Severus.
"Please wake up," she said quietly, "I really need someone I know who has at least a slight clue of what goes on around here."
Of course, as she expected, he didn't wake up.
"Well then, since you can't hear me and criticize me anyway, I'm going to sing for you.
All these miles, haunting questions linger in my mind.
And all the while, making bad decisions out of line.
Still I've tried, to let go of the danger in my life.
It's alright, when that's the only thing I've left behind.
And there's still time...
Wait for me,
There's so much more of life for us to see.
You must believe,
It's not because of you I've had to leave.
Wait for me,
I only hope that you'll remember me.
At this time, I'm counting all the reasons I should stay.
Bottom line, I'm missing all the things I gave away.
I remind, and see your face every single day.
Still I'm blind, I wish that there was something I could say
To make things right...
Wait for me,
There's so much more of life for us to see.
You must believe,
It's not because of you I've had to leave.
Wait for me, I only hope that you'll remember me.
Just hold on a little bit longer
Thoughts and memories will be enough
My need for you is only growing stronger
I know you don't understand it much
But it doesn't mean I have to care about you any less
It doesn't have a thing to do with that
There's still so many questions that are gonna be addressed
I'm sorry that it had to be like this
But there's still time to make things right.
Wait for me
There's so much more of life for us to see
You must believe,
It's not because of you I've had to leave
Wait for me
I only hope that you'll remember me…
Sorry that took so freaking damn long. I've been working on it little by little instead of sitting and doing it all at once.
Hope you like this chapter. : )
By the way, the song is "Wait For Me" by Flaw.