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.

Astrea Von Hurston: Sounds like a deal!

wolvfbfn: Oh, you'll get your football game, don't worry. It's a-comin', this is just a minor little setback.

b: Believe me, she's got more things to see before she gets REAL surprised, like kids flying on broomsticks, potions, transfiguring stuff… All she knows is there is a world she could only see on TV and imagine.

pandora: I love you! AHHH! Oh my god, that was an AWESOME review, thank you SO much for the suggestions! I've been on a nasty writer's block, but you have inspired me! And yes, Anne Rice's Pandora is way cool, my cousin is reading that book right now, and I shall steal it from him when I'm done.

The next morning, Magdalena was still sitting by Severus's bed, her arms and forehead resting on the edge of it. Severus was sitting up, awake, and had obviously decided not to wake her up. Instead, he sat and stared at her. He wasn't quite sure what to think of last night… or was it yesterday morning? All he knew was they kissed, and then pain. Was there supposed to be such searing pain after kissing?

Holding back a smile, he admired the way her copper hair shone in the beams of sunlight filtering through the windows. He reached out to touch it, then jerked his hand back and folded them in his lap as she began to stir.

Mag lifted her head, then stretched a bit, her brick eyes finding their way into the black depths that are Severus Snape's eyes. He stared back, his face not betraying any underlying emotion. The corners of Mag's mouth twitched to form a shy smile.

"G'morning." Snape raised an eyebrow at her, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why did Dumbledore bring you here?"

"I'm in as much danger as you are, but from what, that still remains a mystery to me," she shrugged. Severus sighed with remorse. She was involved, now that they were involved… weren't they?

That ALSO remains a mystery, he thought, as a blush rose to his cheeks.

"So…" Mag said, "… is this like an alternate universe or something?"

Thankful to be thinking about something else, Snape shook his head.

"No, it's Earth, we're in Britain right now, where I'm from… ergo my British accent," he drawled, "but Muggles can't find this place, and they can't find many major Wizarding places, because of the charms we cast over them to make them go unnoticed."

Magdalena's nose wrinkled.

"Muggles… Strange word. What does it mean?" Snape smirked at her, then thought about how stupid he must have seemed to her in the Muggle world.

"Non-magic folk." She nodded.

"I see… so, show me some magic!" She smiled and leaned forward on her elbows. He rolled his eyes, exasperated, and held out his hand.

"Give me that on the stand there."

He pointed at a stick on the stand at the foot of his bed. She smirked, reaching for it.

"What, is this your wand?" He narrowed his obsidian eyes at her.

"Yes." He held out his hand further, emphasizing his want for it. She grinned.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you want this? AH!"

Severus's hand had shot out and grasped her wrist tightly. He jerked her small, thin body to his until their faces were inches away. Her breathing became shortened and quick.

Oh man, oh man, he's gonna kiss me again, holy cow, oh man...!

Slowly, Severus lowered his face to hers… and snatched the wand away with his free hand.

"Thank you," he purred, his breath caressing her cheek. Growling, annoyed, she sat back and slouched in her chair, pouting.

"Jerk."

"Thank you for noticing."

She rolled her eyes.

"Oh for God's sake, show me some magic already!"

"Winguardium leviosa."

Swish and flick, and the next thing Magdalena knew, she was slowly being lifted out of her chair by an unseen force. He chuckled softly at the way her eyes grew as big as a house elf's and how pale her skin became, and once she began to turn green, he lowered her again.

Now clinging desperately to her chair, she glowered at the black-haired man next to her, whose shoulders were shaking with contained laughter.

"Oh shut up." She smirked and relaxed. She looked down at her hands and began twiddling her thumbs awkwardly.

"So... I'll be teaching a class here."

Snape snickered and raised an eyebrow.

"Will you now? I cannot wait to see how that works for you."

She narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms over her chest.

"You stink."

The next evening, at the Great Hall...

Magdalena sat at the large table at the front of the large room, her eyes darting about nervously. To her right sat a tall, lanky fellow with wolfishly handsome features by the name of Remus Lupin, and to her left sat something rather big and hairy, whose name turned out to be Rubeus Hagrid. The big hairy thing nudged her a little with his elbow, and she grasped desperately onto the table to keep from falling into poor Remus, who kept looking up at the half-moon by way of the enchanted ceiling.

"So, yer a Muggle then, eh? How's that?"

Mag laughed nervously, straightening her knee-length leather skirt.

"Well, when two Muggle parents love each other very much..."

"No, I din't mean that, I meant how's it goin' fer ya?"

Mag laughed at her own stupidity, then looked way up at the giant.

"Oh, it's fine... I'm starting to miss it already, actually... I'm not used to enchanted ceilings and flying candles and... oh dear... is that... is that a ghost?" Mag's face was pale as death as she pointed to a regally dressed man floating up and down the long tables.

"Oh yeah, that's Sir Nicholas! Don't be tellin' me you never seen a ghost a'fore?"

Mag shook her head slowly, still staring, and slowly began to notice other apparitions swooping about.

"No... Why can I see them so clearly here, and not back in my world?"

"Well, it's for the same reason that you didn't know about Wizards and Witches before, they try not to make themselves noticed, ya know. Would cause a bit of a stir."

She nodded, looking down at her hands folded in her lap. What if Joseph's a ghost?

Remus turned and looked at Mag, smiling a little.

"So, I hear you had to live with Professor Snape. What was that like?"

Magdalena blushed and smiled, glancing over at the Potions Master at the other end of the table. He was leaning forward, his hands folded on the table, glaring at a trio of students sitting at one of the long tables. Confident that he wouldn't hear, she turned and looked at Remus, her brown eyes twinkling.

"Hilarious. The first morning I had to drive him to work with me, I was convinced he was insane! He kept clinging to the door handle for dear life and yelling every time another car came toward us or crossed in front of us. Now I realize that was probably his first car ride. After a few weeks, he eased into it."

The werewolf snickered under his breath, his shoulders shaking with contained laughter.

"Oh, don't get me started on football. Well, American football, British football is what we'd call soccer, I suppose. Anyway, damn, the look on his face when the football players started tackling each other. His eyes got as big as plates and his jaw dropped almost down to his knees! Then he started asking me why they didn't just ask each other nicely to get out of their way!"

She giggled and rested her forehead on the table, her shoulders shaking as well. She sat up and crossed her arms over her stomach, still giggling a little. Remus smiled, watching her. When she looked up, she happened to look over at Professor Snape, who was giving her the death stare.

"Oh... whoops."

There... I'm not sure how long this chapter is because I'm using FrontPage, and there isn't a page counter thingie... but anyway... lol I hope you enjoy!