Not much to say here besides the fact that I AM NOT JK ROWLING. Also, I may make things up, so please know that YES I NO I AM CHANGING THINGS.

*** *** Severus's POV*** ***

It was about 1: 00 p.m., and I walked the halls, looking to scare away young children who just came back from lunch.

It's just what I do.

I walked through dark hallways, through secret passageways, and up and down various stairs and I only got to find a young Ravenclaw girl, third year, who ran away before I could do anything. Lovely.

I walked through an abandoned hall when I heard banging. Finally. Something to do.

I stopped and listened. Then I heard three more bangs. I t was coming from an old closet. Hmm… strange.

I walked over and tried to open the door. Locked. "Alohomora," I muttered and the door flung open. As soon as I did, a young girl fell out of the doorway, naked, bruised, and covered in blood and sweat. What the…

She reached her hand up toward me, as if begging for help, but fell onto the floor, unconscious. Oh, Merlin. Was she…raped?

A sudden rush of sympathy came on me and I bended down and turned her so I could see her face. As I turned her neck, I almost jumped back in surprise. It was that American girl. Trixie Rayner!

I gasped. I can't be! Who did this to her? I was fuming, but I let my own sympathy take over and immediately took my cloak off to cover her bruised and abused body. I carried her straight back down to the Dungeons, and fortunately not running into anyone. That would be a bit awkward.

What people do not realize about me, is that I am actually on the good side. I act like a complete bastard to everyone except Slytherins (because they are most likely to be with the dark lord), even thought I think most Slytherins are genuinely bastards. To sum up my life right now, I am kind of a triple spy.

I took her straight to my private courters, and immediately started a bath. I set her down, and left her to go find her some clothes to wear and a towel.

I come back, a few minutes later to find her awake and in fettle position, holding onto her beaten and bruised body.

She looked up at me with fearful eyes. I knelt down beside her, and she stiffened. I whispered softly and evenly,

"It's ok, Trixie. I won't hurt you," I said and rubbed her shoulders softly, and she winced in pain. Damn. It seemed like almost every inch of this girl was damaged.

She looked up at me with accusing eyes this time. Which I took in good, because that meant she never trusted everything she heard.

But right now I wanted her to trust me.

"Can you talk to me,?" I asked softly.

She shook her head. She mouthed something to me.

"Say again," I asked, and I payed more attention to her lips. She mouthed.

"I can't speak," she mouthed, and then something about a spell.

Oh, she must have a spell on her that prevented her from talking. I lifted the curse and she gasped, as if it prevented her from breathing as well.

"Can you talk now?" He asked.

"I…think. Yeah," She croaked.

"Ok, I am going to give you a bath now, ok?" I said and started to lift her up by her arms, but she jerked away. Oh, yes. Her arm problem.

I still don't know what it was. Maybe she will tell me now…

"Trixie, do you mind telling me what is wrong with your arm?"

"Yes," She said curtly, and I smirked.

I knelt closer to her and said, "It's ok. I have something on my arm, too. Most people here already know of it." I muttered and rolled up my sleeve, revealing my Dark Mark.

She gasped, not that I expected her to do otherwise. She immediately grabbed her left arm and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"I showed you mine, can you show me yours?" I asked softly and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

"I don't…I don't want you to be mad," she croaked, more tears falling from her eyes.

"I won't be," I said simply. And I wouldn't. What could she possibly be hiding under her sleeve…?

She closed her eyes, and held out her arm.

My eyes widened. She didn't…she couldn't…SHE HAD A DARK MARK?

I gasped, which made her pull her arm in and shut her eyes tighter, and more tears came down her face. Before I could slap her, or do anything, I studied her face.

Confusion, innocence, fear, and disgust were written on her face. I took a deep breath. Ok, Severus, this had to be a mistake. Would the Dark Lord really give her this mark?

I rubbed my temples. Well, for right now I gave her the benefit of the doubt and said,

"Shh, Trixie, it ok, darling. Shh," I hushed. Did I just say darling? Oh my…

Then she leaned in and hugged me. Tears poured from her eyes, and made my white button down shirt stained with sweat, tears, and blood. I pulled her away a few moments later and she muttered something incoherent, but it seemed like an apology and looked at the ground. She covered herself and leaned against the wall. Poor girl. I gave her a sympathetic look.

"Let me clean you up," I gently pulled the robes away and averted my eyes to give her some respect. Ignoring whatever my cruel, perverted old man mind told me to do.

I laid her in the warm water, and she shivered in response. She leaned against the back of the tub, scared and curious of what I was going to do next. What was I going to do next?

I took off my pants and shirt and slowly went in (With my boxers on) and slid next to her. She stiffened and shifted to the other side of the tub and closed her eyes. Did she think I was going to…?

I turned her and forced myself to look into her eyes and said, "I won't hurt you. I promise,"

Then she hugged me softly, and fell asleep with her head on my shoulders.

*** ***TRIX'S POV*** ***

I woke up, in total darkness, and I was lying on something soft. Hmm ... I stretched, turned over and groaned. When I opened my eyes, now fully awake, I realized that I rolled right next to Severus Snape.

I gasped and immediately scooted away, after getting over the initial shock of having Severus Snape in the same bed as me, and blushed crimson red in embarrassment.

"Shh," He said and stroked my clean hair softly, "It's okay, now,"

Instinctively I moved closer to him (just slightly, mind you little pervs out there ;)), and he continued to stroke my hair,

"Wh-why are yo-you being so nice to-o me?" I stuttered. Smooth Trix. Real smooth.

He looked at me oddly and said, "You needed help. Why wouldn't I?"

"Be-because I thought you were working for You-know-who," I replied, eyes closed.

"I'm not. I am a spy for Dumbledore. You must not tell anyone," He said the last part a little more strict, but I said,

"Who's to tell?"

I could tell he rolled his eyes, but I didn't see him.

"But do-don't you have a Dark Mark. Or whatever," I asked, opening my eyes.

"I do. I made a mistake when I was younger. I was only twenty-one. Now, I spy on the Dark Lord for Dumbledore,"

"I thought that evil people had that mark," I murmured, mainly to myself, but he said,

"You have one,"

I looked away saying, "I have had this for as long as I can remember. Even going into kindergarten, I remember kids laughing at me because I had, 'a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth'. I don't ever remember getting it."

"Hmmm," he mused, looking thoughtful.

"Does the Dark Lord know you have this mark?" He asked.

"I don't know. I have never seen him,"

"Would you know if you saw him?"

"Is he the creepy guy with no nose?" I asked looking at him again into his dark eyes. He smiled lightly and said,

"Yes,"

"Well then, no. I have not seen him. Well, not that I remember anyway,"

"Who…had you… in that closet?" He asked.

"I don't think you want to know—" I started but he interrupted saying feircly,

"Tell. Me. Now,"

"Amycus Carrow," I spat with a disgusted look on my face. He looked shocked and…nauseous.

"What? Did you think I wanted to be there?" I said eyes narrowed.

"No, no! I mean…I thought,"

"You think I wanted to have my virginity and all of my innocence, what was left of it anyway, taken away? Why did you think I was locked in that God forsaken closet? He was going to come back," I glared at him, but I kinda faltered and muttered that last part to myself.

"It's not that I thought you were…intentional there," He said, picking his words selectively and I scoffed. He continued anyway, "I am just surprised that it was him who did it,"

Before coming up with a retort I said, "Really? Him doing something like that never ever crossed your mind?"

He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it, then finally muttered, "I guess you're right,"

"Did Carrow...use any curses besides the one that made you not able to speak?" He asked.

"He used the Cruciatus curse," I said as if it were no big deal.

His face was pure anger and fury and he said, "Bastard,"

"I agree," I said and almost laughed. Humorlessly of course.

"Some effects from that curse are nightmares. The last for a few weeks, and sometimes last for months."

"Lovely," I replied softly.

"Most of the nightmares are bad memories, and if your worst memory was…that night, then expect to see them,"

I shied away from him. He wasn't making me feel better. That and it was getting a little awkward. I was in bed with my professor. Severus Snape mind you.

"It's ok. I have lived through many of the Cruciatus curses throughout my life. Though…not as young as you have…not nearly as young…"

"Not helping," I said raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry," He muttered.

"It's fine," I said, and before the awkward silenced consumed us, I said,

"I'm gonna go to sleep now,"

With that, I turned over and fell into a deep sleep. But before I did, I was immensely confused for many reasons:

a) Severus Snape was being nice.

b) I was in bed with Severus Snape.

c) We were having a conversation and he wasn't being sarcastic.

d) I was in bed with Severus Snape.

e) He saved me.

f) I WAS IN BED WITH SEVERUS SNAPE.

With all that swarming around in my mind, I eventually fell asleep, wondering what would happen tomorrow, and how all this would change the rest of my life.

OK, not the BEST chapter I wrote, but in order to progress in a story there has to be a chapter that leads up to the rest (and that might not always be the best chapter). Sooo I promise that the rest of the Chapters (hopefully) will be longer and less boring.

And I think Snape will have feelings for her first…but the main thing that is annoying me is this:

How can I save Snape (you know when he dies…sorry spoiler)? I think I want Trix to do it, but I just don't know how… she may have to join the Order first, maybe as a spy… idk. I'm winging it.

If you have any ideas or suggestions please PM me or just review! Thank you for reading and I hope you liked it! Chapter nine is ready to be posted, so at least 5 reviews before I update!

Hope you liked and thanks for reading,

Vamp Girl