DISCLAIMER: J.K Rowling owns the wonderful world of Harry Potter and all of the characters; I simply am making a fic of how I wanted some of the characters to end up.

EXTREMELY AU btw, so please don't yell at me!

I was running through the halls, being chased by none other than Amycus Carrow. Like all horror movies, I tripped and fell, and Carrow caught up to me.

He laughed sinisterly and dragged me into the nearest closet. I was able to scream, but I'm not too sure if that was better than when I couldn't.

He used the Cruciatus curse on me for what seemed like hours, and eventually someone walked in. It was Snape. He sneered at us and tore of my clothes, and both began to… well you know the rest from here.

They pissed, spitted, and kicked me before they both laughed and left me there, alone in the closet…never to be seen again…

I screamed and bolted up, and a worried Snape grasped my shoulders. His eyes were filled with worry (which I just said) and confusion.

"Miss Rayner, are you ok?" He asked and looked deeply into my eyes. I didn't trust my voice so I just lied by nodding. I could tell he didn't believe me, but he asked,

"Do you want some tea?"

I raised an eyebrow. Tea? Coming from the U.S, I don't think anyone has ever had tea since the 1700s. But I just shrugged inwardly and brushed it off, and nodded.

He said softly, "Duffy!" Then all of a sudden a dwarf-like creature appeared in rags and said,

"Yes master?"

"I need two cups of the finest tea you can make," Severus said. Severus? Since when we he Severus to me?

"Yes, master," Duffy said and with a snap of his fingers, he disappeared.

"Who's Duffy?" I croaked. I cleared my throat.

"My house elf," He said and the next moment, Duffy came back and handed us two cups of tea on a tray and said looking at Snape,

"Master has never had a missy in his rooms before. Duffy likes missy," he nodded in his approval and snapped his fingers and disappeared.

I bit my lips and cheeks violently, trying as hard as I could not to laugh. It was extremely hard. He turned to me and handed me a cup of tea, and I could see the slightest indication that there was a blush on his face. Hehe.

"I like Duffy," I mused and he glared. I couldn't help it. I laughed. I know it was only a few days since I last laughed, but it felt like years. He continued glaring at me, but I could tell that he was happy that I was showing signs of returning to normal.

Of course, he broke whatever normal moment (it wasn't really all that normal but for arguments sake it was) by saying,

"So…what was your dream?"

I almost spit my out my tea. I choked a bit before saying, "I really don't think you want to know,"

"Was it about…that night?" He said, picking his words carefully.

I rolled my tongue in my mouth, something I do when thinking and replied, "Yes…but slightly…different,"

"How?" he persisted. I commented muttering,

"Goodness you're persistent,"

"Well, I did save you didn't I? I deserve to know," Excuse me. Did he just say he deserved something?

Before completely flipping out I set my tea on the nightstand (it was really good, I didn't want to spill it). After the tea was safely there, I practically yelled (sarcastically of course),

"Ohhh! I'm sorry! You are right; you're the one who deserves something. It's not like that girl who got raped deserves her V card back or at least some of her innocence back! Man, there are certain things your just can't un-see," I shivered at the memory but continued saying, "Fine. Since it is soooo important for you to know—you and that bloody bastard Carrow were raping me. Your pissed, kicked, punched, et cetera me and left me, ok? Happy?"

He gaped at me. I looked away. I suppressed as much tears as I could, but I wiped me eyes with the back of my hand because a few escaped anyway.

He turned my face so I could see him with two of his fingers. Despite how angry I was at him for shoving his big nose where it didn't belong, I still owed him my life, so I just stared at him (instead of giving him a good ol' fist in the face)

"I'm sorry," I said and looked down. I twitched my face so I could be free of his grasp. I leaned back and said, "What time is it?"

He looked at a muggle clock and said, "5:30. It's Saturday, too,"

I groaned.

"What's wrong?" He asked worriedly. This was so weird. He never showed any emotions, but yet I could tell how he was feeling whenever he talked to me. Anyway I said,

"I need to send my parents a letter,"

"Why?" Goodness he's nosy. I replied anyway saying,

"Because Christmas is like, in a few days. I need to tell them that I'm still alive. And that I have a Dark Mark,"

"But don't they know that you have one?" He asked.

"They know. I knew, too. But what they knew and what I didn't know is what exactly that tattoo means."

"Oh," He said.

He was about to get out of bed but I quickly grabbed his arm and said, "Wait,"

He sat back down and looked me in the eyes. I dismissed this weird feeling in my stomach and looked him in the eyes while saying,

"Thank you,"

"You're welcome,"

"I'm not talking about the tea,"

He closed his eyes, grabbed my hand and whispered to it saying,

"I know,"

With that he got up and left. Did he just…does he…? No way. He could never like me. It's all just pity. For some reason, the fact that Snape might only feel pity toward me bothered me.

*** ***SEVVY'S POV*** ***

I held her hand to my mouth and whispered to it, "I know,"

She stared at me confused, but I got up and left the room. As soon as I closed the door, I ran both my hands through my hair and groaned softly.

Does she know what she does to me?

I groaned again and headed to my stalk of Firewhisky in my kitchen. Why was I feeling like this? I haven't felt like this since…well since Lily. Sure I've slept with other women (not a lot, really), but I never actually…

I sat down on my couch and took a swing of the Firewhisky. I'm in love with Trixie Rayner. The funny, sarcastic, American girl who could read me like a book. ME!

I was never really sure of my feelings. For a long time, all I ever thought that I would feel was hatred, boredom, and apathy. Never…love. I scowled.

Honestly, I don't love Lily anymore. I was stupid to fall in love with a woman who will never love me like I did. Did I still love her?—yes. Did I love her more than a friend now?—not really, no.

And instead of with the woman I love; here I am drinking on my couch, trying to figure out my true feelings. Coward. I scolded myself.

Then I heard screaming. It was coming from my room. Oh, Merlin!

I got up and ran to the room, only to see Trixie being tangled by the sheets, and arching her back in pain and agony. I immediately sat by her side and shook her awake gently. The dreams and the curse were haunting her.

She gasped and fluttered her eyes open. I rubbed the sweat off her forehead and muttered, "It's ok. He won't hurt you, now,"

Her mouth trembled (adorably) and I quickly held her in my arms as she cried into my sleep robes. Her frail body shook tremendously.

"Tell me the dream. You can tell me anything. I promise I won't hurt you," I almost cried myself. But the anger towards Carrow subsided the tears. For now. Oh Merlin, Severus! You're becoming a wuss!

"Why did-didn't you te-tell me-ee?" She sobbed into my robes.

I forced her out so that I could see her face. Sweat and tears were surrounding her eyes, forehead, and mouth.

"What didn't I tell you," I said and moved some of her light brown hair out of her face. She cringed and moved away from by touch. That felt as if someone stabbed my heart out.

"You...I saw…In some old house…this snake…" After saying that and some other incoherent things, she sobbed and cuddled into my chest.

Oh my gods. Was she…I begged again, "Tell me, please,"

"You and this man…he isn't really a man…he doesn't have a nose…he sent this snake…it...it…" She faltered out and hung her head and sobbed.

Oh shit. She must have seen my death scene. If this women wasn't the woman I loved, and it wasn't my death scene that she just saw, then I would look further into why she saw a prediction after receiving the Cruciatus curse. But this was the women I love and she did see my death scene, so I just hugged her tightly and rocked her back and forth, hushing her softly and playing with her soft hair.

"Why…why didn't you...tell me?" She asked through sniffles.

"I just…I didn't want you…I mean," of course, I was trying to say that I didn't want her to worry, but what if she didn't. What if she was just grateful that I saved her and that was it? What would she do if I told her I loved her?

I sighed and looked into her dark chocolate brown eyes. Worry, sadness, and fear were present. But it wasn't fear for herself. It was for me. I took a deep breath and said,

"I didn't want you to worry," Well, that and I'm kind of endangering her by telling her, but I know she isn't going to say anything.

"Why would you think that I wouldn't worry?" Now she was upset a bit.

"Because… I didn't…I don't…because you don't love me," I stuttered and looked away. Smooth Severus.

"Why would you say that?" She whispered, offended. Offended? I looked at her. Yep. She was offended.

"Because you don't" I said and looked at her in the eyes. If I could look Voldemort in the eyes when he told me of killing Lily without killing him, I could do this.

"Do you?" She asked, "Do you love me?"

"I do," I said and looked away, closing my eyes.

"Are you ashamed?" She said and coaxed me into opening my eyes.

Was I? Of course not!

"No," I said and looked her straight in the eyes. Again—hard.

She smiled crookedly and said, "Good. Because I'm not either,"

I blinked a few times and open and closed my mouth. Did she just say…? She just smirked at my gawking. Normally I would glare, but I couldn't do anything besides just gape at her.

She loved me? No way. Impossible. But she just said it…

"You-you love me?" I asked and blinked a few more times in confusion.

She looked hurt and said, "Don't act so surprised,"

"I am! I mean I'm happy. I really am but… I didn't think that you would love me,"

"I do," She said and bit her lip, waiting for me to say something. Yes…what was I going to say?

*** ***TRIXIE'S POV*** ***

"I do," I said and bit my lip, waiting for him do say something. Do something. Fart. Laugh. Throw-up. ANYTING! Anything but just gape at me.

After a few moments he smiled. He smiled. Oh my GOD. Severus Snape never smiled! He never showed any emotions in the first place!

It was my turn to gape at him, but I never really got the chance because he pulled me into his chest and laid us down and pulled the covers over us in what seemed like one smooth motion. I giggled despite myself into his chest.

I breathed deeply. He smelled like the forest after it rained. I sighed and closed my eyes. He buried his large nose into my hair and sniffed. Aww!

After a few minutes of just enjoying being in each other's arms, Severus (I can call him that now I guess…) broke the silence saying,

"Do you love me?"

I looked into his troubled eyes and fought off the urge to roll my eyes. Instead I just said, "Yes,"

"I mean…do you love me, or what I did?"

I paused before saying, "I love both,"

"Which do you love more?" He retorted.

"You," I said simply and closed my eyes. I didn't really feel like talking anymore.

"You didn't start liking me until after I saved you, though!" He said exasperated.

I laughed despite myself and said, "Well, what could I love about Professor Snape, potions master? All you did was go around taking points from houses!

"I fell in love with Severus Snape, the kind, thoughtful man who secretly cares for other human beings. While I found Professor Snape sexy and mysterious, I didn't fall in love with him. I fell in love with the real you—not your spy self...or whatever. I didn't see the kind, sensitive part of you until you saved me so yes, you are right. I didn't start really liking you until you saved me. That doesn't mean that I only like you because you saved me—I love you because…well, I just love you. My mom says that true love sometimes can't be explained."

His eyes softened and he kissed me lightly on my forehead and my eyes fluttered, but before I fell into a lovely sleep I muttered seriously,

"We are going to talk about that last dream I had,"

Ok, how did I do? Please be nice! I love all of you guys, so all I really want is to make you happy, so I hope I did! And this is supposed to be extremely AU.

Love you guys, till next time,

VAMP GIRL