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Anyway, this chapter. It's different. Hope you like it.

Key reference: T = Transition from viewpoints

Snape's heart began pounding as he saw the blood flow from Hannah's leg. How? Why? Questions reeled through his head as he took in the environment around him. He saw his potions book sitting adjacent to Hannah, open to a page where he had written notes for curses and hexes. "Sectumsempra" he muttered to himself. He hovered his wand over her gashed leg, and began chanting his own counter-curse, "Vulnera Sanentur." Blood slowly cleared from around her body, as the blood flow stopped, and the wound started to stitch up. He watched Hannah's face, which was now entirely pale. Was she dead? How can she be dead if she had only been bleeding for less than a minute? How could she be dead if he stopped the bleeding? He looked around him to see a cauldron filled with blood-red liquid. "Poison." He muttered to himself. He examined around the cauldron to see the remnants of Tentacula leaves, Baneberries, Moonseed, and Bloodroot stems. The worst dawned on him. If she were alive, she didn't have much longer. Snape quickly bent down and slid his hands under Hannah's back and knees, and carried her out of the Shrieking Shack, making his way to the castle as fast as possible.

Snape arrived at the hospital wing, with Hannah hanging limply in his arms. He placed her uneasily onto a bed and darted into the medicine room. "Antidote, Blood replenishing, Murtlap Essence, Essence of Dittany," he muttered as he picked out the potions from the shelves. He arrived back into the hospital, placing the potions on a bed side table. Please don't be dead, he thought. He wondered if his harshness is what caused Hannah to do such an act. No, it couldn't be. Guilt washed over him as he pondered the possible triggers. He lowered Hannah's jaw and poured the antidote into her mouth. He watched intently, hoping for a sign of life.

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Adrian sat on the chair in the corner of the common room, trying to read a book, but not processing any of the words. His thoughts reeled. Has Hannah been found? Why did she leave the castle? Was she alright? Should I check with Snape? He hated talking to Snape, he hated talking to anyone, but for some reason he couldn't let the thought of Hannah slip away. Why did he even care? They had barely even talked before. He closed his book and sat up in his chair. Should I go and check with Snape? What happens if I'm found by the wrong person? What happens if Snape gets upset with me being out of bed at this time? What would my parents say if they heard bad news about me? Did it matter if my parents knew? Did I even have to go back to my parents after this year? Adrian had never got along with his parents, they never reacted well to bad news about him. The only reason he had ever lived there was because he had nowhere else to go. He put his book onto the chair and made his way out of the common room.

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Snape watched Hannah, as she continued to lay on the hospital bed, lifeless. No. She can't be dead, he thought. He picked up a blood replenishing potion, and tipped it into her mouth like he did the previous. He watched her face in hope for a sign of life. Nothing. He reached over to where Hannah had cursed her leg, and split the robes and the section of her pants so he could get a clear view of the wound. To his surprise, he noticed at least 20 scars adjacent to the wound. Had she done this herself? Had she always harmed herself purposefully? He shook the thoughts away as he grabbed the Essence of Dittany and unstoppered it, pouring a drop onto the cut.

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Her vision faded to complete darkness, as her head gave in to the struggle for oxygen. The searing pain in her heart stopped, and the excruciating sting in her thigh ceased. As the life drained out of her, everything started to warp. Her vision swirled in awry circles, as familiar shapes faded into view. She watched from above, as a cloaked man hovered over her, chanting healing spells hopelessly. She watched as a heartless, cold, introverted man, picked her up, and clung onto her, as he ran her through dirty passageways and across several fields. She watched as a man, who showed her nothing but hatred, panicked over the life of a silly little girl. She watched as sweat ran down his his face, while hopelessly pouring potions into her mouth. She watched as a man, who she thought hated her, cared.

No matter what, no matter how it seems at the time, no matter how people act around you, deep down, they care. Only those who don't deserve life wish death upon another. You're wanted. You're always wanted. You just have to open up to find out the ones who love you. It wouldn't do good to leave those behind, as they tear apart over their loss. It'd only do worse. Focus on those who love, rather than those who hate, because with hatred only comes anger and sadness. With love comes happiness.

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Adrian knocked on Snape's door, to result in no response. He pondered his options for a minute. Hannah wasn't in the common room, she hadn't walked past to her dorm, and Snape wasn't back. They either were still out, or both back. If they were both back, they weren't where they were meant to be. What if Hannah had been hurt? Adrian concluded his decision, and headed up the stairs.

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Snape sat, staring at the lifeless body in front of him. There must be something he could do. He felt her skin, she wasn't yet completely cold. He felt for a pulse, nothing. She was dead. But why couldn't he leave? Why couldn't he come to terms with the fact that she can't be alive? It wasn't as if he really cared much when she was alive. Yes, he was curious, but he didn't think he cared. Or did he? Did he care? Was the fact that the girl was so similar to him, the fact the girl was introverted and mysteriously talented, make him have a soft spot for her? He stared hopefully into her face, before a knock on the door pulled him away from his thoughts.

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Adrian opened the door to find Hannah laying, lifeless on the hospital bed, with Snape beside her, looking torn and shattered. A hot feeling rushed through him, a feeling of pain, a feeling of hurt. No. She can't be. He had never seen Snape look so emotional in his life. He wasn't crying, but there was something. He had sweat rolling down his face, his face was pale, and his eyes showed agony. Adrian walked over to the side of Hannah's bed, without saying a word to Snape. He bent down, sitting on his knees, and put a hand on Hannah's arm. He looked into her face. She was pale, and she looked pained. Even though her eyes were closed, her face showed emotion, not happiness, not sadness, just pain. Her face showed a torn past, regret, and sorrow.

Adrian was about to remove his hand from her arm, when he felt warmth go through his hand. "Professor," he gasped. Snape sat upright, then looked into Hannah's face, which showed a little bit of colour. Snape scrambled to his feet, as he placed his fingers on Hannah's neck to feel a pulse. There was a faint pulse. She was alive.

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