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Warning- (READ ME) This Chapter starts in third person then ends in Casper's POV so be aware of that as you're reading.

"We can't do this." Minerva McGonagall was standing across from Dumbledore, her face stone like.

"We need to contact her father."

"She hates him bringing him here would kill her, quite literally."

Albus Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, watching one of his closest friends with a guarded expression.

"What do you suggest we do then?" He asked and the witch sighed looking back at him.

"We watch her. If she doesn't wake up in an hour then," She paused as if the thought pained her, "then we call him."

"Alright lets go." He said and, with a surprised look on her face, McGonagall limped behind him.

They walked into the hospital wing and were rather surprised to see Severus Snape sitting beside Casper's body just looking at her.

"Severus I see you had the same idea as us." Dumbledore noted and the potions master looked up.

"I suppose I did." He answered and stood up. The three adults were about to talk when in a blinding white light, Power appeared.

The three teachers drew their wands but Power just sat down, bringing her knees up to her chest (not unlike the way Casper always did) and looked at them wearily.

"I came for Casper not to fight." She said and her audience put away their wands.

"She's okay right?" Minerva asked with a glance at Casper.

"No, shes far from alright." Power answered and Minerva sat down, holding her heart.

"What can we do?" Albus asked.

"Not much. I mean, she got mad that I was messing with her leg and such and that I hurt you," The girl nodded to Minerva, "and I dunno how she did it, it shouldn't be possible, but she attacked me, using her power. I attacked back and it collided with her attack..." The white haired girl trailed off, looking at Casper's body, "I never meant for this to happen."

"That is all very touching but how do we help her?" Severus was joining the conversation now.

"Convince her to come back, talk to her. She doesn't listen to me so I thought that maybe she'd listen to you lot. She doesn't know what she wants to do shes confused and we're losing time." Power answered, she was begging now, tears swimming in her white eyes.

"We just need to talk to her?" McGonagall asked, taking a sad glance at Casper.

"I think so. I mean, she should listen to you guys she adores you." She answered, standing up.

"Where are you going?" Severus's voice was accusing and cold yet Power didn't back down.

"Blame me as you will but I was not the only one firing shots. I'm going back to Casper, when I disappear that's when you need to talk to her. Do it one at a time. Shes not a fan of crowds." The girl said and she disappeared leaving no trace she was ever there.

"I suppose I'll go first then." Minerva said rather unsteadily and her two co-workers left her, closing the door behind them.

She walked towards the bed, unsure of what to really do. Minerva McGonagall did not have close relationships with her students. Sure she gave extra help when needed but she surely didn't fight to bring that back from the brink of death. The situation had never come up in all her years of teaching.

"Casper. Casper dear I know you're in there. Please come back. You're much too young to leave this world. It may seem rather frightening but I assure you it really is a wonderful place. Don't leave, not this way." The older woman's voice had been reduced to a mere whisper as she pleaded with the seemingly dead girl.

"I already went through losing you once don't make me do it again."

Minerva could've sworn she saw the girl move but walked out of the room anyway, a weight bearing her down that wasn't there before.

The next person to enter the rather small room was Albus Dumbledore. The Headmaster of Hogwarts sat beside the young girl thoughtfully.

"I must tell you that giving up won't help." He said after a short pause, "I know that it is foretold that you will die this death. Not this soon I should say, but this death none the less. But Casper, the thing about the foretold is that its not promised. Just said. So I say now, prove them wrong my dear. You have the will to do so, I see it in you. Don't let them win."

With that the man left the room without a second glance. He didn't know the doubt the girl was feeling. The war she was fighting.

Last was Severus Snape as you may expect. The potions master did not do as the others did and sit beside the girl, instead watching from a short distance. He watched for a good while before rubbing his face with the palm of his hand, trying in vain to wake up from this nightmare.

"You can't do this." He said after he realized that this was real. He stalked over to the bed and held the dying girl exactly how he had held Lily Potter all those years ago. His tears spilled down her back as he hugged her tight to his chest, rocking back and forth.

"You will not leave me. Not today, not ever. I cannot. No. I will not go through this loss again. I know. I know that you are not Lily, I know. You're the girl who sits in the third row of my class room and continuously puts the butt of her quill to her chin. You're the girl who I told everything. You're the one who tells me ridiculous jokes and attacks me with words to no end."

He had let go of her and held her face in her hands, shaking her a little and staring at her closed eyes.

"You…you are Casper and you will not. Do you hear me? You will NOT die today."

His eyes searched her face desperately, searching for any signs that the girl would wake up. He let her go, laying her head back on the pillow and sobbed.

Severus Snape had not sobbed that hard since Lily Potter's death years ago and this sobbing might have even surpassed that. He paced in front of the bed, pulled at his temples, his body shaking. His tears stopped very suddenly and he held a pained look on his face.

He didn't look back at the bed. He didn't look back at the girl he just held but if he would have, he would have seen her eyes flutter open, and her chest rise and fall with slow, uneven breaths.

Casper

"Professor?" I whispered, my eyes adjusting to the sudden light. The potions master spun around, his eyes wide with disbelief.

He didn't say anything just stood there, frozen in shock. I gave a weak cough and he stalked out the door. I had no idea where he was going but I was much too drained to care. I was hot and clammy, my skin pale and my eyes blurry. The door opened and Snape came back, this time followed by Madam Pomfrey, McGonagall and Dumbledore.

I saw their lips move and McGonagall give Snape a hug but I couldn't make out what was happening. Madam Pomfrey gave me a cup filled with a murky yellow liquid. She tipped the contents into my mouth and it slipped down my throat without me even swallowing. Even if I had to I probably couldn't swallow the potion. I didn't have the energy.

It took a few seconds for me to realize what the potion did but when I did it was significant. The world became clearer and my skin regained its colour. I gave a little smile as Snape pushed McGonagall off rather disdainfully and she straightened her pointed hat, obviously embarrassed.

"How are you feeling?" Madam Pomfrey asked and I gave a little sigh.

"Alive, I'm not leaving." I answered looking at Snape. He crossed the space between us in two strides and wrapped me in his arms. I threw my arms around his neck and stuffed my face in his neck, slow tears falling down my face.

"You better not."

Authors Note- I loved writing this chapter. I dunno if I've said this before but Snape is my favorite character of all time. He's life. Till next time!