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Rating: PG13+ for swearing and maybe R for later chapters and only if there is a reason!

Genre: Romance

Warning! Horrible grammar and/or spelling may occur and if anyone sees any mistakes tell me and I'll fix them.

I was running, trying my hardest to get to the one who could help me. I stretched out my hand to grab his cloak and saw claws where my nails were supposed to be. I stopped the pursuit to stare at my talon equipped digits in awe. Each claw was as sharp as a butchers knife, as hard as the strongest metal and I was getting the distinct feeling that it was laced with ready poison . . . enough to kill. My prey had stopped as well, turning towards me and looking me straight in the eyes. Then my fingers began to burn and my vision blurred. I saw blood seep from beneath the talons and I screamed in pain.

I awoke sharply in my bed, my hands felt like they were on fire and I was screaming. I looked at my fingers, not in the least surprised by the claws I saw slowly emerging from my fingertips. I stopped screaming, only letting out shallow moans of pain as I watched my talons grow. I saw my nails melt, becoming one with my new claws. I saw the blood from where the talons grew from, flow down my fingers pooling on the infirmary bed sheets. After a few minutes the pain left and the flow of blood stopped. I flexed my hands, willing the talons to recede into my fingers and they did.

I reached over to the bedside table to get my wand and grasped the wooden handle tightly. Storing the blood in two glass phials I procured, I managed to clean the white sheets pretty well. I moved the books off my lap and jumped as I heard footsteps outside the hospital wing. I heard a groan, gasping as Madame Pomfrey and Madame Hooch carried a seriously wounded Severus Snape into the room and onto the bed next to mine. I felt a pang of something in my chest and had to struggle to keep myself from going over to him. Grabbing Hooch's hand, Pomfrey dragged her of to help her get the potions needed to heal the potions Professor.

Making up my mind I walked quickly over to the bloody man and reached out my bare hand. Holding it above his chest I began to feel the energies around the unconscious man's body and began to heal him. Relaxing my grip on my wand I brought my other hand up to help. Taking a grip on my magic I began flushing it through his body, letting it heal all of his wounds. I looked him over and sensed that I had healed all his injuries, I began to clean up the blood and also stored it in glass phials in my cloak, and for what purpose I had no idea.

Behind me the two women gasped shocked at the display of magic that they had seen. I looked at them and then told them to leave me for a moment. I pulled up a stool, sitting next to my teacher, admiring the elegant and finely chiseled features of his face. I inched my hand close to him and grasped his hand. I had a realization, sitting next to him.

I didn't want him to die because, whether I want to believe it or not…

I have feelings for him.

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Jez