A/N: Hey people! Sorry I couldn't get this up sooner. My babies have been demanding most of my time. I'm typing this early in the morning so I can get it done while they're still asleep. Gosh they are sweeties. I couldn't live without them. Any way's enough from me. Here's the chapter, Enjoy!

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Chapter 5:

"Are you ready Severus?"

Dumbledore smiled at his potions master as he held a small traveling map out to him.

"This will be your portkey. It will take you to the street where Hermione is. Just grab onto it whenever you're ready."

Severus' hands were slightly sweaty as he looked nervously at the headmaster. "Thank you, sir. I can't see why you agreed to help me. It seems like you would be helping Potter and the Weasley's keep her secret."

"Ah Severus, far be it for me to get in the way of a blossoming relationship. One that will bless many people, not just yourself." Dumbledore smiled kindly.

"I sincerely thank you sir. Wish me luck!" And with that he grabbed the portkey. With the small tugging sensation behind his navel, he was off. When he finally stopped spinning he found himself in the middle of a road on a street lined with tree's and houses. Before he could wonder which one to go to he was hit by something large and very hard.

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Isabelle Stikes, Hermione's witch caretaker, was cleaning in her front room when she heard a screech outside and then a dull thunk. Glancing out her window she saw that someone had been hit by a car. She scurried out side to see what she could do to help.

"What happened?" She asked the driver, a short man with a shiny bald head.

"Hell if I know woman, the guy just popped out of know where. Didn't even see him until it was too late!" With that he lifted the wounded man and turned him over.

Isabelle gasped. Severus Snape! Know she understood how he had appeared from out of nowhere. That map in his hand must have been a portkey.

"Listen lady, I don't want to seem rude or callous or anything but I'm about to miss a flight. If I hauled him into your house could you call for help? I'll give you my number so you can call me if anybody has any questions."

"That'll work fine sir." Isabelle was glad he had landed into her care, not that of a muggle. She needed to get word to Hermione, and fast!

After depositing him on Isabelle's couch the man wrote his number on a small card and then left. Isabelle rushed to the fire place and flooed the hospital.

"Can I help you?" asked the witch at the reception desk.

"I need to speak with Ms. Granger please, it's urgent."

"Alright, one moment while I find her." The receptionist said as she walked off.

Hermione came running in a few moments later. "What is it Isabelle? Is everything all right."

"He's here sweetie."

"Oh my gosh! What am I going to do? Can you stall him or something?"

"No need for that honey, he's unconscious." Isabelle told her.

"WHAT!" Hermione's face went pale. "Why?"

"Well it seems he took a portkey and landed in the middle of the road. He's been hit by a car. He looks like he's been hurt pretty bad." Isabelle's face looked worried.

"Hang on, I'll get some mediwizards to come through and get him."

A few moments later Hermione appeared with the mediwizards. They all rushed over to him and began examining him at once. They loaded him onto a stretcher and immediately flooed back to the hospital.

"Can anyone explain why this man was in the middle of the road?" the head mediwizard asked.

"I can ma'am," Hermione timidly stepped forward. "It's my boyfriend. I left home about three weeks ago and he's been looking for me. We had an argument before I left and I didn't tell him I was going."

"Very well, dear. Here help us get him into a room. We'll let you practice some healing spells on him, you are in training. What better person to learn on."

They laid him on a bed in the wards and then cleared out so Hermione could go to work. As she wasn't far enough along in her training the other mediwitch stood by to watch. Hermione began by checking his stats. Mumbling a few spells she saw that his leg was broken and he had a slight head injury. The leg she fixed in a heartbeat, but the head injury was a little more complicated.

The mediwitch standing by gave her instructions. First she poured a couple drops of healing potion, and then gently massaged them in. She felt a pang as she ran her hands through his silky black hair. It was one of the things she missed the most about him. When she was finished she said the healing incantation again.

Severus slowly regained consciousness. His head was whirling and his body ached all over. "Where am I?" He thought as he struggled to get up and have a look around.

"Oh no you don't love." Said the elderly witch in charge of his ward. "You need to stay lying down for a few days. Let that potion have time to work its magic. That's it you lay there and I'll go tell Healer Granger you're awake."

At the name Granger Severus shot up like a pistol.

"Where? Where is she?"

"Oh dear, maybe I should have someone else look in on you. We can't have you getting that excited until that potion has taken effect. Don't worry love; we'll take good care of you." She added, seeing the glum look on his face.

She stepped out of the room for a moment. Severus lay back and looked at the ceiling. He felt as though he had been utterly humiliated. He had never been sick a day in his life, and here he was lying in a hospital broken and bruised, all for trying to find his silly runaway girlfriend. 'Now now Severus, calm down' he told himself. 'You won't accomplish anything by getting worked up again. Remember what Albus said. Try to lure her back to you gently.' Slowly he relaxed and fell back against his pillows with a smile on his lips.

A/N: There you go. Hope you enjoyed it. I'll try to get the next one up soon. Please review, it'll make me go faster, I promise! Also let me know if you have any tips to make it more interesting! Thanx a bunch all. Love, Priscilla