Disclaimer: The sad and painful truthI don't own the characters of Harry Potter. Also I'm not getting any money whatsoever by writing this.
A/N: This will be the first HP fic that I've ever posted. Please read and review. I know, I know, Muggles could never really get into Hogwarts, but for the sake of the store line, let's just pretend ne?
A storm was beginning to brew in the sky as Samara washed the last of her dinner dishes. Who would have thought, one person could make such a mess. Thirty minutes to make a meal for one equals an hour of clean up. Samara laughed a little as she shook the water off her hands. Turning off the kitchen light, she headed into the living room. Flopping on the couch, she reached for her newest novel. The love for reading had been a gift from her dad. Her dad, every time she thought of him it brought up mixed feelings. It had been nine years since his death. Happy thought's Samara, happy thoughts! She scolded herself. Samara left the thought of her father and returned to her novel. The storm outside broke, rain pelted her tiny house as thunder clapped loudly. Rolling onto her side she tossed the book back onto the coffee table and closed her eyes.
The frantic pounding on her door woke her up with a jolt. The clock on the mantel read midnight. The pounding continued as she walked to the foyer.
"Hold your bloody horse!" She shouted. Wrenching the door open might not have been her brightest idea. A dark, blooded figure toppled into the hallway. Samara started to scream.
"Samara," She stopped screaming at her name and looked at the figure. "Hurry close the door!" Samara helped move him further into the hall as she closed the door. With the door locked Samara rounded on her visitor.
"Severus! What happ" Thunder clapped again and her house shook. "Well that's new"
"No . . . no time to talk." He grabbed her by the shoulders, "Do you still have the floo powder I left you?"
"I, uh . . . " Her attention went to the door as it started to shake and crack. Severus shook her, drawing her back to him. "Yes, by the fire like you ordered." He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the fireplace. Samara opened the wooden box that housed the powder. Severus snatched a handful and threw it in the cold fire place. Green flames erupted as the door splintered. Pulling Samara to him he jumped into the green fire shouting for the three broomsticks.
Samara clutched him as the dark space around her spun faster and faster. Then it stopped just as fast as it started. Both figures were tossed to the ground. Severus muttered a few words and waved his hand in front of the fire. Samara stood up slowly, leaning over Severus she glared at him.
"We need to get to Hogwarts." He coughed. With a lot of help from Samara they started the trek to the castle.
"You know I could be sitting at home reading." Samara grunted as she helped Severus walk up the hill, the castles shadow now looming over them. "Why were you at my place blooded anyway? I thought you were a teacher?"
"Are you going to keep talking?" He grunted a word with every step. His breathing was labored, sign of a broken rib or two. He could barely feel his legs, and the slash wound on his arm kept bleeding and all for nothing. The Order had been feed wrong information. He had walked into an ambush. Stupid of him!
"Oh, I forget you like silence. Always the strong brooding type." Samara stopped when Severus dug in his feet.
"The barrier . . . "Severus removed his arm from around Samara's neck and pushed on an invisible wall. "Hold on to me." He ordered. Samara quickly obeyed. Just as her arms wrapped around his chest the wall gave way and they dropped to the ground opposite the wall. Samara lay on the ground beside Severus.
"No more" she shook her head, "I can't go any further." Coughing she rolled into Severus and passed out exhausted.
Hermione ran from the infirmary toward the main door. Along her way she ran past Minerva and Albus. They were hurrying in the same direction. Both, Wizard and Witch, looking glad for the return, and grim for condition they might find him in.
"He's back!" Hermione shouted. "I felt the push on the wards. Hurry Albus!" With that Hermione sprinted across the grounds. She saw the lump just inside the walls. Oh, Severus! Her heart ached. Why did he have to go? Why did he always give so much to the Order? When she got closer, she realized there was another body clinging to him. Once she reached them, it became more apparent that it was a woman. Who the hell was she? And why was she holding on to him like that? Didn't she know he was taken? No, no one did. They agreed to keep their relationship low key.
"My dear girl, aren't you going to move them to the hospital wing?" Albus asked as he drew close. Hermione spun to look at him.
"Huh? Oh right, right." She turned back to conjure two Separate stretchers. Once they were on the stretchers she floated them back to the infirmary. Albus smiled at Minerva as Hermione walked away.
"He never told her." Minerva said in a disapproving tone. "Foolish boy!"
"Must have slipped his mind." She narrowed her eyes at him, lips thinned. "Let us hurry or we'll miss all the fun!" Albus held his hand out to his counterpart, smiling they walked back to the awaiting drama.
