A/N: hey guys, sorry for the wait but here's A Fallen Angel chapter three. Enjoy.

Severus stepped out from the divination classroom with a small smile on his face. Maybe, just maybe, having the professor knowing about what was happening to him wasn't such a bad thing as he thought. As he walked towards the transfiguration classroom he let his mind wander. If he had understood correctly she wouldn't, couldn't, say anything to anyone. But what about the prediction? What did it mean? was someone else going to find out? he thought back to the love part of the prediction. 'Love and friendship shall be your wings and you shall finally soar'. He snorted softly when he remembered what Potter had said. Girlfriend indeed. Oh well, better for him to have Potter tease him about getting a girlfriend, than for Potter to humiliate him for being gay. Yes, that's right. Severus Snape, dungeon bat, slimy slytherin, greasy git was a grade A fag. Severus sighed lightly. He would never live it down if Potter found out about him being gay. He didn't even want to imagine what would happen if Potter found out who it was he had a crush on. No doubt Potter would break his legs for liking his best friend. He didn't know why, but even after all the pranks, the teasing and the name-calling he still found himself drawn to the grey-eyed Sirius Black.

His train of thought was broken when he bumped into something solid as he turned a corner. Whatever he had bumped into was big and he had ended up falling on his bottom, wincing as his poor bruised bum came into contact with the cold hard floor.

"well well well, look what the kneazle dragged in."

Severus looked up and found himself face to face with the subjects of his thoughts: James Potter and Sirius Black.

"A greasy haired snake" said Sirius wrinkling his nose.

~he looks cute when he does that...wait...what?...bad brain! bad brain~ Severus shook his head trying to rid himself of those thoughts.

"Just leave me be" said Severus, having managed to stand up as gracefully as possible with his aching battered body.

"Now why would we do that?" asked Potter

"We just want to talk" said Sirius

"Talk my ass" Severus sneered as he pushed past the only for Sirius to roughly grab his wrist pulling him back. Severus involuntarily winced as he felt bruises being pressed and cuts being pulled open. Sirius arched a brow at the wince. Severus' eyes darted to Potter but thankfully, or maybe not so much, only Sirius had noticed.

"oh no you don't" said Potter

"Potter, Black, Snape! What is going on here?!" Came the stern voice of Professor McGonagall. It was at that moment that Severus noticed that they were only a few feet away from the transfiguration classroom.

"Nothing professor" said Potter, Flashing a dazzling smile at his head of house. McGonagall looked from Potter to Sirius to Severus and back at Potter.

"Well the, inside, move!" She ordered.

Sirius tightened his hold on the slytherins wrist, watching as the poor boy once again involuntarily winced. Sirius narrowed his eyes at Severus before releasing Severus from his hold. Sirius locked eyes with Severus for about 3 seconds (as girly and sentimental as it sounded Severus had counted) before he brushed past him, following Potter into the classroom.

Severus couldn't help but wonder what the hell had happened. He had felt his heart thump just a bit faster when Sirius had looked him in the eyes. There had been a strange look in those grey eyes.

He shook it off and walked into class sitting in the back (as had the marauders). He tried to pay attention to the lesson, but he honestly wasn't interested in turning rats into goblet ( he most certainly wouldn't drink from a goblet that had been transfugured from a rat. heaven knows where that rat could have been). He wasnt that interested in the process of turning a germ infested rat into a goblet of all things. He wasn't the best at transfiguration. infact, it was his worst subject. Not that anyone knew that tidbit of information. He would study and practice for hours just to be able to do the next lessons transfiguration. When he had bought the fifth years transfiguration textbook he had spent any moment he could spare studying, and it just so happened that rats to goblets was in the very first chapter.

Severus looked at the marauders through the corner of his eye. Lupin was taking notes, Pettigrew was falling asleep and Potter was flicking his rat into a goblet and back in an almost lazy manner, for as much as he loathed to admit it, that insufferable toerag had a natural knack for transfiguration. Potter was as talented in transfiguration as he was in potions. Next to Potter was Sirius. he was resting his cheek in the palm of his right hand and was daydreaming. Severus nearly fell from his seat (not that anyone noticed) when Sirius' eyes flickered to him. Sirius caught his eyes and held his gaze. Severus honestly wanted to turn away, but for some reason he couldn't. Sirius frowned slightly and Severus once again felt his heart thunp half a beat faster. After what felt like forever ( but in reality was on three and a half minutes) Sirius turned away to jot something down on a piece of parchment. Severus sighed softly and turned to the professor and tried (and failed) to pay attention to what she was saying, but honestly sometimes she droned on more than professor Binns. He had just started wondering whether or not the rumor that Binns was unaware of his own death was true or not when a paper crane landed in front of him. He scowled. These were usually one of three: a nasty remark from the marauders, a nasty remark from one of his housemates or one of the upperyear slytherins requesting (ordering) him to come to their room later that night. With a sigh of defeat he opened the paper crane.

-What was that about?-

Severus scowled again and scribbled in elegant cursive scrawl

-I don't know what you're talking about-

He folded it and sent it back to its master. After about two minutes it flew back.

-You know what I'm talking about. Why the hell did you wince when I grabbed you and what was all that fallen angel shit about-

-I said, or rather wrote, that I don't know-

-I don't believe you Snape. Your hiding something and I will find out what it is your hideing.-

-Do whatever you feel like-

-I will-

Severus rolled his eyes, but not because he thought that the situation was ridiculous, oh no he was scared shitless. He rolled his eyes because Sirius was watching him and it was what was expected of him. There was a reason why Sirius would make a very good auror, and it wasn't because Sirius was one of the top DADA students. It just so happened that when he put his mind to it Sirius made a very good investigator/detective. Severus had a feeling that this wouldn't turn out how he wanted.

The bell rung and Severus rushed out of the transfiguration classroom. Transfiguration was his last morning class and he still had over an hour to kill before lunch started. He decided to head out to his special spot. It was a small meadow in the forbidden forest. It was a circular area surrounded by tall bushy trees. The ground was covered in reddish orange lilies.

Severus reached the small meadow and the first thing he did was take a deep breath before sitting down in the center of the little area. He set his old and worn sachel next to him and took another deep breath savouring the smell of lilies. Lilies were his favourite flower, and contrary to belief it wasn't because he had a crush on Lily. He had like lillies before he met Lily Evans. When he was younger there was a patch of lillies hidden by by trees and bushes in a run down park near spinners end. He would always hide there from his father and never once did his father find him there. The smell and sight of lillies soon created a sense of security for him. The mere scent of lillies made him feel safe and relaxed. He reached down and plucked three lillies one by one and proceded to braid them adding another as he reached the bottom of the braid and continued the process. When he was younger his mum had taught him how to make a crown out of flowers and he had found that he enjoyed making them. He took his time and sung a soft, sweet lulliby that his mum used to sing to him.

Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
All through the night
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,
I my loving vigil keeping
All through the night.

The meadow was where he felt safest at Hogwarts and frankly in the world. Soon he was completely relaxed and a sweet smile had found it's way onto his lips as he sang. There, in that small patch of land, he didn't need to wear a mask, he could be whoever he wanted to be. He didn't have to act accordingly to how everyone expected him to. Here he could smile without people around him wondering what he was up to. As usual within mere minutes of having arrived at the meadow the glamour he constantly wore fell and the big angry purple bruise on his cheek, his split lip, and the hand prints around his neck were now visible to the big black dog hidden in the tree's.

Ok so that was chapter 3. Hope you guys liked it. Please reveiw and check out my other story 'A Little Rose' and for the gleeks out there 'born this way t-shirts'.

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