Disclaimer: I still only own the main love interest in the story.

A/N: Hopefully you can all except the explaination in the story about Aurora'a trips. I tried to give it as much of a Harry Potter feel to it as I could, but with a twist of my own thoughts. Enjoy

They woke late the next morning, but neither was happy when the sleepiness wore off.
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Snape had awoke to an otherwise empty bed, late for at least three of his classes, and confused at to what had really happened that night.

'Did any of that happen? Was it just some drunken illusion? Am I losing my mind?'
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Aurora woke in her bed, but with another man's arms encircling her waist in some protective gesture. This man didn't smell faintly of herbs and spices from potions brewed over the years, she felt safe in his arms, but not in the same way she had last night, (it had been more that she knew she didn't have to fear the evil that surrounded her, rather than knowing that the one who was holding her would protect her with his dying breath) and everything about the room was wrong.

When she finally realized where she was, she felt like weeping, but couldn't, as it would alert Tom that something was wrong with her, and she couldn't bare to have him wake with her sobs.
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This morning, unlike any other morning, she was far more alert when she felt Tom's arms. Everything felt more real to her, and she knew in her heart of hearts that she didn't belong here with this man, but she didn't know if she'd be able to leave him.

He had after all rescued her from Lucius and nursed her back to health, all while keeping all of the dark magic away from her. But on the other hand, he was Voldemort; the enemy, the man who had sent Severus to kill her all those years ago, if he could not convert her over to his side of the war first.

Aurora had made it over to the window alcove and fell into a deep thought, so deep that she hadn't heard Tom get out of the bed and make his way over to her.

"Good morning beautiful."

The sound of his deep baritone voice startled her enough to make her jump an inch or two in the air.

"What's wrong Aurora? You almost look like your afraid of me." He had both a look of confusion and morning bliss on his face.

"It's… it's nothing. I just had a strange dream and you startled me out of a deep thought. I'm fine, really I am. Good morning, or rather good afternoon."

Tom looked down at her, thought for a moment, and leaned down to give her a kiss. But, instead of meeting him halfway like she normally would, and he had expected, she looked away at the last moment, and his lips landed on her head.

He could tell from that moment that there was something wrong with her, that she didn't want to bother him with it yet, and she was hoping to solve it without having to bother him with it, so he left her to her thinking.

Almost instantly after he left the room and she heard the door close, she began to cry. All of the tears that had threatened to fall while she was laying in his arms earlier had finally broken through. She cried so long and hard, that she cried herself to sleep.
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Severus did something that day that he would normally never have done, but this was an emergency. Instead of asking Dumbledore to cover the rest of his classes, since he needed to talk to his old friend about what had happened last night, and having made it a policy to never allow the children a day off of classes if there wasn't a holiday inforced by the Headmaster himself, he requested that Hermione Granger, seventh year, know-it-all Gryffindor, cover the rest of the classes for the day, since they were third year and lower.

He knew he could have requested one of the other teachers take over his classes, Merlin only knows how many of their classes he had covered over the years. But he didn't feel that any of the other teachers could handle teaching his subject in the correct manner, and at least Granger was a student who feared and respected him, therefore she could be trusted to follow his syllabus to the letter. So for the rest of the day, he had even given her the ability to take of house points, as need warranted, in his class room.
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Snape headed for the Headmaster's office after pulling out the things that Hermione would need for the classes. When he got into Dumbledore's office, he wasn't greeted with the usual smile that reaches the eyes and a "Hello my boy." Instead Dumbledore's back was turned to him and there appeared to be another person in the room.

"Albus, quit codling that child and send them away. I must speak to you, and I don't need teenage ears listening."

Dumbledore turned to face his very good friend and showed off the "teenage ears" that would be listening to their conversation.

"Aurora!" She ran to his open arms and buried her face in his chest.

"Do you still wish her to leave the room, or are her ears old enough to hear what you have to say to me?" His usual smile had crept up to his eyes. "I don't like to say it, but I told you I had found her."

"Not to be rude old friend, but you said that you might have found her, and she came to me last night. So you didn't find her, she found me," Severus said without ever even looking away from Aurora's face.

"Did you have something that you wanted to talk to me about?"

"I had, but now that Aurora's here, I can ask her." He led her over to one of the couches in Dumbledore's office so they could be more comfortable, and Dumbledore could still be apart of the conversation.

"What happened to you last night? I fell asleep with you in my arms, and when I woke up, you were gone."

"I really don't know. I had fallen asleep in the first place with Tom, and I had a dream about your room, and then I was there last night. Then after I fell asleep in your arms last night, I woke up back in Tom's arms. But I fell asleep in the window alcove this morning after he left, and I was here, about five minutes before you walked in the door."

The two men looked at one another, silently consulting one another about what could possibly be causing all of the "apparating" . Severus was the one who eventually spoke.

"It almost sounds like you were astroprojecting, but that doesn't explain how we are able to feel one another. I would say that you were apparating, but there is an anti-apparation spell on the castle, and that doesn't explain why I ran through you last night when you were at my door."

"It could be a mixture of the two. Pure Light Entities have powers that most witches and wizards could never fathom. There is a very strong possibility that she may be able to blend the two abilities to create one power so she has a way around specific charms and spells," Dumbledore interjected.

There was a slightly strained silence between the three in the room while they all absorbed what had been said. But a stray thought crept back into Albus' mind and it nagged at him until he had to comment on it.

"My dear, not to change subjects too fast, but did you say Tom before?"

"Yes, I did. Why?"

"Do you know his last name?" asked Dumbledore, with a fading smile on his face.

Aurora thought for a moment, and Snape could almost see the light bulb go off in her mind as the answer came to her. "Riddle. His name is Tom Marvelo Riddle."

The colors from both of their faces drained the moment she said Marvelo and stayed gone.

Aurora looked at the both of them and instantly knew what was going through their minds, the same thing that she had discovered this morning while laying in his arms. That all of this time, she had been with the enemy, Voldemort.

She had been with him and he hadn't known that the woman that was in his bed every night was the same woman whom he had ordered to either be converted or killed. She was the very same Light Entity that he had feared on the good side, but craved to have on his side of the war.

Snape looked at his old friend, a brief moment passed when neither quite knew what to do, but Snape finally broke the silence by embracing Aurora and saying, "I don't care where you've been all this time, I only care that you made it back to me finally."

Aurora pulled out of his arms, and they could both see the look on her face: fear mixed with guilt. She got up from the couch and braced herself near the fireplace for what she had to say, and the torrent of questions that would follow.

"I haven't exactly come back to you, at least not for good, yet."

"Why!" Snape was dumbfounded and Albus just stood there like he already knew why.