Still not mine sigh
Chapter 5
Snape realising the danger had passed looked down and found himself to be a good 10-foot up the tree much to his surprise. He turned his attention back to the large man that still had his back turned. It was not Hagrid he could tell, though he had the same staggering height he did not have the width. He was more willowy and graceful, lacking the short scraggy hair of the groundskeeper it was long and silky cascading down the man's back in midnight waves.
Finally the figure spoke in a deep gentle voice that lulled the professor.
"A strange time to be wandering the forest professor, are you alright?"
Along with coldness eating into his bones, Severus could be forgiven for looking dozily as the man turned to face him. The sleep was swept from his mind in an instant though as he took in the features of the man in front of him. As before mentioned his height was intimidating as Snape found himself barely looking down from the branch to see his face. The long silky looking waves of black hair caressed the sides of his face tumbling down to the man's mid back. His face was aristocratic with high cheekbones and an aquiline nose that spoke of roman times. His eyes were his most arresting feature though, they seemed to be a mix of emerald and gold, constantly moving, never melding in a movement like the tide, they were mesmerising.
Snape took this all in at once and suddenly found it hard to keep his balance on the branch, the enchanting eyes combined with the blood loss from his arm and the cold left him feeling quite woozy. He barely registered the arms that caught him as he toppled from the branch, or the warm cloak that was hastily wrapped around him. He managed to catch one last glance of the eyes looking at him in a worried fashion before the world seemed to fade out into black and then nothing.
