I have started to edit and re write this story and make some changes that I feel reflect how much I have grown, considering this story is pretty old and I've learned a lot since then.
I started watched Fantastic Beast and I realized my character was like Queenie but of course I wrote it first! So I had to go back and make it even better.
this is part of a trilogy, and will be AU slightly.
Summery: Iris Morgan wanted the whispers of the dark wizard known as Lord Voldemort to be false, so desperately but she knew in her heart that wasn't true. Even as the papers and government tried to assure everyone that Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore were hopped up on crack and telling lies. So she's traveled far to find the truth herself, suddenly she's undercover at Hogwarts pretending to be a student while trying to learn to control her powers from a snarky smart ass potions master Severus Snape. Will she learn to control her powers from the overgrown bat who seems to hate children and will her mission of keeping Harry Potter safe succeed or fail? Wizard school wasn't fun the first time around, Iris doesn't know how she'll survive again.
sneak peak
He waved his wand conjuring a small table and bowl of his own concoction, "Soak your hand," he commanded.
She lifted her other eyebrow at his command and looked at the bowl, then back at him. They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds. She conceded, with a roll of the eyes and placed the injured hand in the bowl. He watched her carefully, her face relaxing in relief as she bit down softly on her lip.
He walked over and knelt beside her, waving his wand and muttering his assessment spells. She had lost 20% of blood volume. Merlin it was a wonder she was still standing. Her iron levels were critically low; she had pale skin, dizziness, and a fast heart rate. He conjured a blood replenishing potion, iron potion, and a multivitamin potion. She looked at him, weariness in her eyes. "Take these," he commanded softly. She frowned at him, before complying and drank them all. "You will need another round in the morning."
"Fantastic." she said, unenthused.
He conjured bandages and gently took her hand out the bowl, methodically he wrapped it around her wrist and up to her knuckles. He was gentle, careful not to hurt her further. Her hand felt small and fragile in his larger more calloused one, yet the witch it was connected to was anything but. He finished, and continued to hold her hand, his finger caressing the inside of her wrist. As much as he knew he should let go, his body acted upon its own accord. While simple body control failed him, at least his words could not.
Iris's heart sprung up into her throat, she swallowed thickly, trying to get a simple thank you out, yet she found her words frozen. She slowly moved her gaze to his face.
It betrayed no emotion, but his voice lacked its usual bite, "Do try and keep that rapier tongue of yours in cheek, I don't enjoy wasting my valuable time on troublesome pupils."
She tried to think of something to say back as she opened her mouth, but Snape was suddenly looking blurry. Everything was spinning and she was floating away. She was being pulled again...