"Dear Mum and Father, School has been uneventful so far and everything is back to usual. All my classes are going well and I am top of all of my classes. Some of my teachers have even informed me that I have a high chance of being a prefect next year. On the exciting end, Professor Dumbledore announced that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts. Anyways, I hope you two are well and thank you for sending me some gifts. Please tell Aunty Narcissa and Uncle Lucius I say "Hello". Until next week, Capella." I had just gotten my first letter of fourth year from my parents and quickly wrote and sent out a reply to them. It was already a month into my fourth year and everything was just like my third year, I was hoping that this year would be exciting but nothing had happened yet.
It was the evening that the other schools were coming to Hogwarts so the school was in a bit of a panic to be as perfect as possible once they arrived. All the other students were rushing around and getting ready and dressing in their best school uniforms but I just stayed reading in the library. I was reading a book on Advanced Potions as my thoughts were interrupted and my light was blocked by a dark shadow. I looked up to see my Potions Teacher.
"Miss. Lestrange, don't you think it would be a wise idea to get ready for the other schools to arrive?" He said staring down at me.
"Well, Professor I honestly do not have much interest in this Tournament. There is no one participating in it that I hold much respect for." I said, not staring up from my book.
"Your lucky your in my house or else I would take away ten points from Slytherin right now." He said in a joking manor.
"Well will you at least consider making an appearance at the Grand Dinner it would be a shame if you were not there." He held out his hand to offer to help me up and I quickly decided that I did not want to be the only one not at the dinner so I took his offer.
"So Miss. Lestrange how are you enjoying your fourth year?" He spoke up as we walked through the library.
"Well, honestly professor I was hoping for a exciting year academically as well as socially but nothing has peaked my interest yet."
"Don't worry it is still early in the year. Isn't weird to think this is already your fourth year. I remember when you first walked through the doors as a child and now you are growing into a women. You are starting to look like your mother." He said before we reached the doors.
"You know my mother?" I questioned, but he had already opened the doors and was walking down a crowded hall. I scurried my way through the halls and buzzing stair cases until I finally reached my room. I had put my book away and did a quick check in the mirror to make sure I at least look presentable. As I got closer to the reflection before me I had noticed that as time passed I was definitely starting to resemble my mother. As I left and started walking to the Grand Hall I kept on thinking about the things Professor Snape had said to me not just today but over times, it was weird how everyone saw him as the cruel greasy git but if they only new a kinder man laid behind him they would treat him with more respect, but the thing that was bothering me now was how did he know my mother. Finally I reached the hall and it was already filled with a large amount of students from every house and all the staff was already at their table. I sat myself between the end of the table and Draco. The room fell silent and the other schools started coming in. Dumbledore introduced both the schools and the representatives from each school but nothing impressed me. Dinner was long and boring for me but all the other Hogwarts students seemed to be interested in learning all about that Victor Krum and blonde girl while students from other schools were interested in learning all about Harry Potter. I was beginning to get a migraine from all of the annoyance around me and perhaps from a lack of eating considering I have not eaten a proper meal in about two days. Every sound started to become more intense and all the lights and smells almost became to much to bare, I just rested my arms on the table and buried my head in them. I almost began crying from the pain but I knew that a Black would never show defeat in front of anyone so I just stayed down. Finally after what seemed to be an hour of sitting in pain the students got dismissed and starting pouring out of the hall. I waited behind to avoid getting in the messes of the hallway. Finally when the room was almost silent I got up and escaped through the doors but as I exited a strong hand placed a grip on my shoulder, I did not bother looking up because the light was too bright to experience.
"Miss. Lestrange what is wrong?" Said a familiar deep voice.
"I have a migraine." I managed to get out with holding back tears of pain.
"Come on, let me take you to the nurse." The professor suggested.
"No, Professor Snape it is okay I will just go to bed." I replied.
"No, I am taking you to the nurse." He demanded. I could not argue my stance no matter how bad I did not want to be taken to the nurses, the pain of voices and whispers was growing very annoying so I just let Professor Snape take me to the nurse. The walk was quiet and long but I finally heard him speak.
"Madam Pomfrey, Capella Lestrange has a terrible headache and I am hoping you will be able to help her." The frail women quickly turned to Snape and I.
"Oh yes Professor Snape. Come here honey just lay down." I listened to her calm and friendly voice and slowly started walking over to a bed. My vision quickly started to blur my head was pounding and I began to loose my balance, my mind was lost but I was prepared for a fall. I did not what happened but I felt cold hands quickly grab me, I heard bits and pieces of grunts and saw small sections of black but then I hit a mattress. My eyes quickly shut and I felt tears of pain roll down my cheek. The darkness was the last thing I saw before falling into a deep sleep.
The smell of old books, vetiver, and the dark woods devoured my sense of smell. Strong arms were carrying me to an unknown destination. The vision projected into my eyes was blurred but when I looked up the familiar face was all to clear. Their was long slick ebony hair, a pointed nose, and deep dark eyes surrounded by a blurred dusky background.
"Professor." I whispered as I was continued to be carried princess style. Their was no reply but only a slight change in his expression.
"Professor." I spoke up a little more. This time my potions professor's charcoal gaze met my own. I opened my mouth the speak again but no words came out, we were still walking when my professor slowly bent down, his face centimeters away from mine. I hesitated for a quick second but then inched myself even closer to him with our lips almost touching. When we both reached in everything went black, he disappeared, but the scent still lingered. I quickly opened my eyes but there was not a soul in sight, only light and the bland hospital decor. I felt sweat on my head and all over my body, the vision of my dream flashed back into my head. It couldn't be possible that I was growing a school girl crush on my professor? Could it..