LLLL- I'm so so so so so so sorry for the late update. Alot of people are upset about it, but here it is. Ta Da, the next chapter, be sure to pay a attention to the POV changes in the story, make sure it doesn't get too confusing. I don't own harry potter.

Dietrich- Yeah, we know. J.K. Rowling would have updated quicker...

LLL- :(

*Snape's POV*

We walk casually along the side of the road for about an hour before reaching any type of eatery. Dietrich still holds the wand from hell in his hands. His eyes are their natural color, red. So I can't assume he's thinking anything weird right now, but I'd pay some galleons to see those things change any other color. I settle on a place called, Hotbytes. That's a dumb name. The cashier sends us a strange glance upon entry. Muggles always give the same stupid look when they see a wizard. Just accept the fact that we dress different and move on with your life.

"How may I help you," he says. Dietrich looks up at him and I study the menu. Of course it is only things i don't like. "OK," the muggle says, growing slightly impatient. How about I get you a booth and you think about it." I raise my eyebrows and he leads us to our seats.

Dietrich then continues to examine his wand as we sit and now appears rather anzious, but theres something about it that doesn't sit right with me. I guess it's quite understandable why the wand chose him. He's a demon, but if it's dementor core, it must mean something much worse than even we can see.

"Snape," Dietrich says. I look up. "You look distracted. You OK?"

"Yeah, why would you say that?"

"Well..." He looks up and so do I, at the impatient waitress.

"May i please take your order sir?" She looks as if she's pobably asked a few times.

"Oh, yes." I pick up a menu. Nothing seems to suit my liking. So I say the first thing I see. "I'll take the chili combo, with... tea?" (what the hell is tea?)

"Ok," she mumbles. "Would you like extra beans with that?"

"No."

She turns to Dietrich with the exact opposite expression she just gave me. "What about you sweety?"

"A pizza would be nice, I guess."

"What kind?"

"Sausage."

"And drink?"

"Pepsi."

"OK, I'll be back momentarily with your beverages."

I can't wait to get out of this muggle world. It's driving me crazy everyone is so damn impatient. I look at Dietrich again and once more, he's observing his wand. His hand glides over his throat as he swallows then back to the wand. How can someone look so innocent but be so damn deadly. Hermione flashes into my thoughts. I message my temples to get the image out of my mind.

"Here you are," the waitress says, setting our drinks on the table. " I take a sip of mine." UGH!. Its disgusting. Wretched. I've never tasted anything so vile.

"You OK Old Man?"

"hmph."

He drinks his next and his eyes close tightly as he grabs his throat again.

"That's why I don't like pepsi," I tell him, having tasted it in a past muggle dining expirience. "Unnecessarily strong." He still clutches his throat and that's when I get the impression it can't be the drink. That has to be the third time tonight that he's held his neck. "Are you alright?'

"Yeah. Just a soar throat is all."

The waitress reapears with our food. Dietrich's food looks delicious whereas mine looks as if she just got it out of a toilet. She reaches in her pocket.

"Ouch." Knives and forks fall onto the table with a clank. "My appologies." I see blood on the table.

"What happened," I mumble, more out of irritation than worry.

"It's nothing. I just knicked my finger on a knife in my pocket." I look at what she dropped on the table.

"Who the hell keeps open steak knives in their pocket?" Her finger is still leaking onto the table so I grab a paper towel and start wiping up the mess. I'm not looking at him but I can tell that he's just sitting there. I do a quick glance at him, not really paying attention and continue whiping. I do a double take and suddenly he's whiping. My heart rate speeds up. I didn't look at him directly but somehow I could see something off about him. I look at him more closely now as he smears the blood on the table. His eyes are a terribly dark burgandy and holds a sick look. He rubs his throats as he whipes.

I stop scrubbing and grab his wrist. "You don't look so good. Maybe we should go..."

"No," he snaps. "I'm fine. I just need to use the bathroom." He gets up and runs away.

"Poor thing must not like blood," the waitress says.

*Dietrichs POV*

I ran into the hallway and clutch my throat as it furiously burns through me. I slide to the floor. What is wrong! Her blood, i could feel her. She is afraid of animals. The man at the front desk, afraid of Snape...Damn!

Someone comes out of the kitchen and see me.

"Dude, you OK?" His arm is bleeding and I glare at it. He notices and lauughs. "Oh, this. Cutting pork is a hard job man." This guy is fake, nothing inside of his heart is right. He only likes what he thinks might satisfy him, then he lets it go. His greatest fear is fire. He throws everything he sees into a pit of fire. Simply throwing it away.

"Get away from me!" I hiss. His eyebrows furrow and he walks into the bathroom, trailing blood. My throat flares and i'm tempting to follow, but i stop myself. What is it? The female waitress comes around the corner.

"Oh my gosh sweety. Are you OK? You're sweating bullets."

"Please, just leave me alone." My head pounds and I lean foward, hacking up the ugliest color blood one can imagine. "As a matter of fact," I gasp, coughing, "I highly suggest you leave."

"Well i can't do that..." I glare up at her. She looks terrified by this and runs away. I lean my head against the wall. I would go ask Snape for help.. I like being with him, he seems to be the only person I have right now, but being near him triggeres something inside of me. Something negative. I can't tell what he feels. What he is afraid of, what he desires. It urks me. I want to hurt him for it... but i just can't do that.

The lights above me turn off and I hear a cracking noise. I slow my breathing to listen better... I look and ice begins to form on the walls. I get up, wth barely any energy and walk to the bathroom.

*Snape's POV* (Back when dietrich left the table)

I look in the direction he ran, wondering if I should follow him. The lucky thing is, he left the wand here so nothing too big to worry about.

"Ugh," the woman says, "i'm sorry about this. I think i need to just go clean this off and..."

"Just GO!" I grunt. She rolls her eyes and walks off with her bleeding hand. Muggles are annoying. I wait and play in my chili for a while, about 15 minutes until i start to get worried. Dietrich still isn't back and it's freaking freezing in here! I stand up, grabbing his wand and turn around, noticing that there are no lights on in here other than mine. Everything is way too quiet and the restaurant is vacant, as if it were never open to begin with. I walk to the back where Dietrich ran. Before I can even call his name, I see ice on the walls and blood trailing on the floor, I assume it was the woman's. Dietrich must have followed her. I run into the bathroom. "Dietrich!" I nearly slip on iced floors and fall over the body lying there, but it isn't the woman. It is a man who's skin is black and blue, niether dead or alive. Eyes blackened.

Dammmit, Dietrich. I look around for him and find nothing... but there is a gaping whole in the wall, that i didn't notice upon entry. *-_-* Before I can run outside, the wand box burns in my hand. I drop it and the wand flies out of the box and through the whole in the night. I run after it, assuming this is the only way I will find Dietrich. I enter a dark alley and I see light. Not just one, but multiple little stars floating in the darkness into the ground. I run over and the ground is covered in tny feahers as if someone blew up a bird.

Atop it all is Dietrich. He stands, eyes percing red, shirt ripped, and eyes in hand. "Dietrich," I mumble, slightly afraid to approach him... He walks closer and I take a step back. When I take this step, Hermione's voice flashes through my head. 'If you weren't going to consider his life before giving him the potion, maybe you should have considered your own!' Now those words mean something, I should care for his life more than mine.

I take a deep breath and walk towards him. At this action, hes stops walking and tilts his head, finally collapsing. I run up to him. "Dietrich." He is still breathing and i let out a sigh of relief. Wihtout understanding why, I hug him close to me, looking around at the meltiing iced walls and the feathers on the ground.

What the hell happened here?

LLL- I really liked writing this chapter, something about dietrich and snape together that i adore. I can't really apologize enough for being so damned late and for all of the spelling errors, but please review. ^_^ thanks a million. (i thank the person on facebook who commented on my page a day ago. That post is what encouraged me to write another chappie when i did. You know who you are. I appriciate it alot)