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Snape awoke to a knock on the door, followed by the entrance of Dumbledore. "Madam Pomfrey will be here to look at Hannah in a few minutes. It isn't your responsibility to look over Miss Byron. You may leave whenever you wish." Dumbledore looked at Snape curiously. He had never expected Snape to stay next to Hannah all night, he never thought he had it in him to ever be that caring again.
"It doesn't matter, I don't mind staying." Snape replied. He looked over at Hannah, to see her still unconscious.
"You have classes to teach, Severus, although you certainly can't teach looking like that, mind you." Dumbledore looked over at Snape, who was more pale than usual, with eyes reddened from lack of sleep and stress. "If you wish to have the day off, I'd be willing to take over the class for you, on the condition that you get some rest." Dumbledore added.
"I'm quite capable of teaching no matter how I appear, Albus." Retorted Snape, as he attempted to stand up. Dumbledore watched as Snape attempted to get to his feet, and instead stumbled and swayed before falling back onto his chair.
"I think, Severus, it is safe to say you are not up to teaching today. Stay here and I'll get Madam Pomfrey to look at you."
"I don't need looking at. I just lost balance." Snape argued. His head was pounding and he was feeling weak, but he didn't want to look defeated. He didn't want to teach, but he certainly didn't want to look weak.
"Your occlumency skills are currently lacking, Severus. Being ill doesn't make you weak, it just makes you human. I'll cover your classes for today. Get some rest." With that Dumbledore left the room.

Madam Pomfrey entered the room moments after Dumbledore left. "Oh my, I certainly didn't expect an incident like this to happen this early into the school year. What happened exactly?" Pomfrey looked from Snape to Hannah.
"Poisoned and wounded. I've taken care of the wound already, although I can't be sure if the antidote was sufficient." Snape replied. He didn't want to reveal the whole story to her. In fact he wasn't necessarily comfortable with her being there at all. He didn't know how to explain that a girl just tried killing herself, by the means of ingredients studied in Herbology classes, and a spell that he himself had created.
"Very well," Madam Pomfrey approached Hannah, opened her eyelids, inspected her eyes, and then felt the glands around her throat. "It appears that the poison might have stimulated her senses a bit, she's very feverish, and it's hard to tell when she'll wake. I think it's safe to say the antidote was sufficient to counteract the poison, although it might take some time before her organs fully recover." Madam Pomfrey continued to inspect Hannah for further injuries, tutting as she saw the scars over her legs. She then turned to Snape, "and I hear that you're not exactly up to scratch either, I think that can be cured with a little bit of proper rest. Now, I'll be back in an hour or two, I suggest you stay here just in case your symptoms worsen." Madam Pomfrey nodded to Snape before leaving the room. Snape stumbled to a hospital bed and closed his eyes.

Adrian opened the door to the hospital wing, to see Snape laying in a bed with no covers on, and Hannah laying in another, just as pale as the night before, with a cover draped over her body. He walked quietly up to her, hoping not to awaken Snape, to get a closer look at Hannah. She was covered in sweat, and had her eyes tightly shut, as if she were forcing them closed. She looked uncomfortable, pained. She looked even more ill than she usually did, and it worried Adrian so much. He didn't even know Hannah that well, yet he felt like he had known her forever. He sat next to the bed, where Snape had previously sat, and looked down at Hannah, as he thought about everything that could have happened if Snape hadn't intervened.

"DON'T!" Hannah screamed. Adrian's attention shifted quickly back to Hannah, was she awake? What was happening? Snape jumped out of his sleep, and became startled at the sight of Hannah moving uncontrollably in her bed, with Adrian looking panicked beside it.
"What's happening?" Snape looked suspiciously and threateningly at Adrian.
"I don't know, I barely got here. She just screamed and started shaking." Adrian looked flustered at the sight, and started backing away from Hannah. He felt guilty, even though he knew he didn't do anything wrong, all he did was sit there and think.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Hannah screamed again, her voice cracking with fear. Snape scrambled to the bedside, his head thumping with pain. He looked down at Hannah, her eyes were pinned tightly shut, her face scrunched. She looked as if she was witnessing someone being burnt alive. Hannah continued to shake uncontrollably, her arms moving about, trying to get the covers off of her, trying to move somewhere, but being unable and helpless.
"Hold her still!" Snape cracked fully out of his emotional mask. He pointed his wand towards the medicine room, as a vial came flying into his hand.
"STOP IT!" Hannah screamed louder, desperately, agony in her voice. Snape held her head tightly against the pillow, and tried forcing her jaw open, only for it to clench shut again, in her desperate attempt to stop something happening.
"DAMMIT!" Snape lost his last bit of control, his head was thumping, he hated the noise, he hated the racket, and he hated seeing Hannah in pain. He pointed his wand directly at Hannah. "Petrificus Totalus!" he voiced in his loss for breath. Hannah stopped moving completely. Adrian looked at Snape questioningly. Did he just attack Hannah? Did he just stun her?
"Mr Pucey." Snape started, with an unnaturally calm voice. He held his arm out, with the vial in his shaking hand. "Ple – please unstopper this." Adrian looked worriedly up at Snape. He had never seen Snape look so flustered, and never seen him look so ill. Adrian did as he was told, and unstoppered the vial. He felt as if he would have to stop Snape from collapsing at any second. Snape took the vial back, he was feeling weak in the knees, his head was thumping violently, he was sweating all over, his insides were freezing, but his skin was burning. He opened up Hannah's jaw, and slipped the liquid into her mouth. He placed the rest of the Dreamless Sleep potion onto the bedside table, then collapsed into the seat which he sat previously. He slowly raised his wand at Hannah, and muttered "Finite Incantatem."

Adrian watched as Snape muttered the counter-curse, then laid back in the chair with relief. Hannah slowly regained a bit of colour, and she was now breathing normally, back into a peaceful sleep. Adrian looked at Snape, who was now paler than Hannah was. He knew better than to ask if Snape was alright, he knew the man didn't want to be seen as weak, and needing help.
"You need an anti-fever potion, sir." Adrian managed to say. He knew Snape would probably disregard his comment, but he also needed to know if Snape was ignoring his symptoms just to look tougher than he actually was.
"No." Snape muttered back. He didn't want anyone's advice. He didn't want to feel better. He felt terrible that Hannah was having to experience all of this, he didn't think his symptoms even deserved attention compared to what she was going through.
"It's better that you help yourself, rather than Madam Pomfrey forcing it down your throat." Adrian reasoned. He knew the woman could be forceful, and at times overly mothering. He had a few incidents himself in the past, mainly involving quidditch. Snape pondered his reasoning, then pointed his wand at the medicine room. The vial flew into his hand like the previous. He managed to unstopper it himself this time, before consuming the contents.
"I think you should go to class." Snape managed to say. The hot and cold of his body quickly cascaded into an even warmth, as the potion started to take effect. Adrian nodded, then walked off to his next class.

Snape stayed in the same chair for the next 5 minutes, thinking and waiting for the anti-fever potion to fully kick in. He had just witnessed Hannah being emotional for the first time. For the first time he had witnessed her emotional mask being forced off, and it was all when she wasn't even awake. She had to be forced into a nightmare-ridden sleep, just for him to hear emotion in her voice for the first time. Was it even a nightmare? Or was she reliving her past in her sleep? Had she actually witnessed someone or something being so hurt, while she watched completely helpless? Snape had seen people tortured on countless occasions. He would watch, helplessly, as Lord Voldemort tortured people for information. If he had ever told him to stop, he would have been tortured himself.

Snape looked into Hannah's face, he couldn't understand how a 17 year old could hold so much resemblance to him. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally. He knew he was experiencing the same amount of emotional pain at her age. At her age he was watching as his only love fell for his enemy. He had to endure endless bullying and shaming. He had to shield every emotion of his, just to get by. He had a torn and shattered past, from the day he laid eyes on his abusive father. The thought that another innocent person had to endure anything just as traumatising, tore him apart. He didn't know her past, but he knew it was broken. He knew she was fighting the same fight that he was. He knew that all it would've taken, to steer him in the right direction, was someone to help steer the wheel. He knew someone had to be there for Hannah. He gently placed his now stable hand onto Hannah's shoulder, then whispered in a broken voice, "Hannah." He watched as Hannah's eyes opened to the sound of her first name.

Alright, okay, so, um. Basically. I would honestly really like it if people were to review. I need a bit of motivation to write, need people interested. I have perhaps one person who wants to stick around and read, and it's, in all honesty, (Sheds off the last of my emotional mask) SO FLIPPING DEMEANING TO HAVE ONLY ONE PERSON SHOW INTEREST. I JUST WANT PEOPLE TO TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO DO TO HAVE A BETTER STORY DAMNIT.

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Actually, there is something that I need to say. Hannah Byron has a Pottermore account. If you want to add her, her account is StoneDragon25288.

Pushing the rage aside. Thank you for reading, I feel loved to see people actually read every single chapter through. The thought is great. But please, please review.

And one more thing, PM me, or review, with your predictions of what has happened in Hannah's past. I want to see how well you can gather the subtle hints throughout the story ;)

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