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Once I've had everything…
The usually eccentric British weather produced an unusually nice early autumn. Instead of the well-known misty and gray weather a perfectly warm day welcomed the inhabitants of the island. According to the Muggle weather report they hadn't have such nice summer in the past ten years. And they encouraged everyone to make use of the unusual phenomenon.
Severus could feel this in the wind too. He was walking in the woods alone looking for herbs. Everything he could use in his potions was useful. Though he did not suffer the lack of anything he preferred collecting his ingredients himself. And he though it a waste what the Muggles did. Periodically, they just cut the grass in their gardens like barbers not knowing how valuable plants they destroy in the process.
The young wizard knelt down and picked a flower with white petals up gently. He reached for his bag and took out a glass vial that contained a few of the same plant already. He placed the flower in the vial too and closed it. With his long fingers he gently caressed the fresh, dams grass, closed his eyes smiling, sighed and stood up. The soft breeze flourished his beautiful shoulder-length black hair. He could feel the air almost bubbling with life. It was completely different than usual…
Being the quiet and shy person he was, Severus Snape paid more attention to things like that and he could feel when something was about to change. He walked slowly but his senses were scanning the area all the time.
He spent the last three days relatively freely. The Dark Lord didn't mention that he would need him in the near future and he only went when he was summoned. Voldemort spent most of his time with making plans and hiding from the enemy so he kept a very few followers with him. And he most definitely didn't need hot-headed young Death Eaters now. Severus was not a reckless wizard though he just graduated. His school mates and even the fellow Death Eaters thought he was too serious. Besides making potions only one thing could make him excited: the dark arts. He loved and feared this neglected part of magic. Since they did not teach anything about it in school, everything he knew he learned by himself.
But when he first faced the Dark Lord and his followers he had to realize that he did not know much about dark magic.
How revolting… The Dark Lord, the most powerful wizard of all time is forced to hide because a few Muggle loving fools disagree with him! Voldemort is above all, nobody has the right to treat him like that. Still, he had to be an outcast with his followers because… because his enemies are envious of his power. What a pathetic bunch of fools! They proclaim the reconciliation with Muggles, but they are only after power. And then: when one of them is strong enough to do something they banish him. Let them fear then!
This is why Severus became a Death Eater. He didn't care about the anti-Muggle hobby of the Dark Lord. Fortunately he hadn't met a lot of Muggles in his life so far, but a few arrogant, bigot man made him dislike them. But he long discovered that not only the Muggles can be as dark as the starless night. That filthy pureblood Black…the shame of his family – though he was not the first but they try to hide it…
He looked at the horizon which has swallowed half of the sun already. It is time to go back.
The way back to the hut was not long. The house itself was not big, but it was comfortable enough for him though his lab was twice as big as the living area. It was a simple wooden structure. Some said it was not worthy for a 'Snape'. But Severus wanted to escape from the family mansion: the dark memories of his childhood still haunted him. And he couldn't stand servants and house elves strolling around him.
He was always a lonely type of person and he didn't want anything else than making his potions in the calmness of a solitary house.
The hut was near woods and hills. It was a beautiful place to live. The house was standing next to a huge oak tree. The young wizard's path led through the forest. He stopped when he reached the creek and looked for a ford to cross. He was thirsty so he turned back and washed his hands in the crystal clear water. He raised his hands slowly and drank a mouthful of water.
He loved the peace and quiet of the forest, but loud ruckus broke the idyll scenario. Severus frowned and looked toward the shouts.
"Damned Muggles!" He exclaimed in disgust.
He saw a group of drunken Muggles: the same age as him, boys and girls alike. He felt disgust as he watched them. They were stumbling, singing and pushing each other with bottles in their hands. One of them was throwing up next to a tree while the others were swearing and listening to the echoes. One of them was drawing something sitting on a rock.
Severus turned away to continue his journey home. He haven't seen Muggles around here before, they must have been lost. Then he heard a muffled cry. He looked back and saw that the gang was arguing about something. They were pushing the girl with the drawing board back and forth while laughing and encouraging each other. The young girl didn't like this and wanted to get rid of them. Things began to go wrong, the girl was stumbling. When one of the boys grabbed her long hair she hit him in the face with her drawing board. He screamed and touched his bloody nose with shaking hands. He became terribly angry and slapped the girl, to Severus' surprise. For a moment he remembered his own fighting parents and a shudder ran through his spine. The injured man threw the girl into the stream. The others watched for a while then left the scene.
Severus watched silently but the figure of the girl did not appear. He shrugged and stated home but felt that there was an unfinished job… as if he should take a look at what happened a few hundred feet away. He sighed and took the path to the girl – he hated when his conscience did this to him to let him know that it existed.
On his way he saw a few discarded cigarette and bottles in the stream.
When he arrived to where the girl was thrown from he had a pretty bad feeling. He began searching for the girl with his eyes. Moments later he found the floating figure in the deepening water. He stormed into the water but left his bag in the grass. He turned the girl over and opened her lips to push air in her lungs. He dragged her out and laid her on the soft lawn.
The girl was unconscious but breathing. There were small bruises on her hands and legs but her lips and forehead were bleeding seriously. Severus hissed, showing how much he didn't want this whole thing. He wanted to leave the Muggle behind – a person hanging around those morons deserves this, the thought. But one look at the girl's blood-covered face and he knew he can't let her alone with injuries like that.
He picked up his bag and the girl then apparated home. He looked around to find a place he can put the girl, because he didn't want the furniture to be soaked. He decided to put her on the table. He took off his wet clothes, dried himself and took on some clean clothes. He lit the fire in the fireplace with his wand and put on some water to boil. He found a clean cloth in the closet then looked at the young woman. He didn't like the task ahead: for a long time he was just looking at the body and the cloth in hopes that they will do the job without his help, but nothing happened. He stepped to the table and started to unbutton the girl's coat. He threw it away and took of her shoes too. Before he reached for her trousers his hands stopped. He bit his lip, went back to the closet and pulled out a green blanket. He arranged the blankets and the pillows on the large four-poster bed in the bedroom too. When he arrived back he saw that the stranger didn't seem to undress herself or dry. A slightly embarrassed grin appeared on his face but he didn't allow himself to blush. He undid the buttons on the black trousers but tried to look away all the while. He took them off and started wiping the shivering legs. Thanks to the rubbing she seemed to become less and less pale by the minute.
The young wizard looked at the woman's red t-shirt that seemed to be stuck tightly to her chest. He hesitated then realized that the woman can get pneumonia if he left it on. He overcame his embarrassment and took it off with closed eyes. He didn't dare wiping any more so he took the blanket and wrapped around the injured girl. He picked her up again and took her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed.
He brought some elixirs from the warehouse and a cloth with a bowl full of water. The girl's long black hair made it harder to bandage her head. But he couldn't do anything with her lips. Not even the Muggle doctors do anything about that.
He examined the girl's limbs but couldn't find anything other than a few bruises and cuts. He attended to the injuries so they won't disinfect then let his new patient sleep. He lit a fire in the fireplace in the bedroom too so it'll be warm enough.
He closed the door behind him and sighed wearily.
He let the wet clothes dry outside.
He made tea for himself and gratefully drank the soothing drink then went to his bookshelf looking for a particular book. He took it and went to the armchair in front of the fireplace and started reading. He stopped at the chapter of 'What to do when during an emergency, Muggles became aware of our existence?' and started reading it. He realized that this situation did not belong to this category. It was the Muggle's own damned fault. If he weren't there she wouldn't have been found for years. But this way the girl will know he is a wizard because the house is full of magical things.
No, he decided. He won't hide everything so the girl wouldn't notice that the house is the home of a wizard. She caused enough trouble already. But in this case the ministry will have to act and obliviate the girl. But letting them in the house would be like surrendering. He's a Death Eater; he can't associate with the Ministry of Magic. Deadlock… what to do?
He can't let the girl leave and tell everyone about meeting a wizard.
Severus rubbed his aching temples and decided to ignore the question. He put his cup down on the table beside him and the book slowly slipped from his hand. He fell asleep…
Next morning, he entered the room with a tray full of warm pastries, hot tea, cocoa, butter, honey and jam. He put it on the table and stepped closer to see if his guest was still asleep or not. He swallowed when he saw the girl sleeping in an intimate position. The line of her nicely curved breasts showed and her long thighs would attract the attention of any man. Severus sighed. He looked away and tried to arrange the blanket. But then two hands grabbed his.
"What are you…?"
But the girl pulled her on the bed. She sat on his chest and pinned his arms down with her knees causing Severus to hiss in pain. She straightened the blanket and squeezed the hands of the man beneath her. He struggled but the reduction only increased.
"Who are you and what have you done to me?" The girl asked.
"Let me go!" The wizard said irritably.
"No, not until you told me what you did to me! I'm in a stranger's house, naked in a stranger's bed, I can't find my clothes and my body is full of bruises! You raped me?"
"What?" Severus cried. "How dare you? I haven't laid one finger on you!"
"You were touching me just now!"
"I just wanted to cover you! You idio…"
He couldn't finish because the girl paled and became dizzy. A sudden nausea made her loosen the grip. She fell forward but the pillows caught her fortunately. The man next to her was surprised first then a 'You deserved this, you idiot!' expression appeared on his face. He looked at the heaving girl.
"See! This is what you wanted?"
"What… happened?"
"Your friends beaten you and you nearly drowned. You owe your life to me and it would be fit to behave accordingly."
"They are not my friends…" The girl thought about the previous day. "They harassed me… without a reason…"
"Then why were you with them?" He asked casually.
She did not answer. In the awkward silence Severus glanced at the tray.
"I brought you breakfast. Eat!"
"I couldn't swallow anything… I have a terrible nausea…"
"It's because you hit your head."
He sat on the edge of the bad his back to the girl.
"Who are you?"
"Sarah. Sarah Sampson. Can… can I use the phone?"
Severus snorted.
"I don't have a phone."
"But I have to let my parents know… that… I'm fine…"
"I'm afraid that's impossible."
"W-what do you mean?"
"You gave me enough trouble as it is. I think I can't let you leave…"
"What?"
Severus turned around.
"I'm a wizard. And I can't let anyone else know about it!"
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