A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Sci Fi September - He woke up slowly from the crash and it was safe to say that the view through his cracked helmet officially sucked.
Assignment #6 Unsolved Murders - Task #11 - The Alphabet Murders
Write about a character with an alliterating name. (Severus Snape, Cho Chang, Poppy Pomfrey… let's be real, you have a lot of options here)
Word Count: 927
He woke up slowly from the crash and it was safe to say that the view through his cracked helmet officially sucked. The ship was beyond repair. The triple suns were beating down on him. He was also entirely certain his ship had gone completely off course and no one who might be looking for him would be able to locate his wreckage.
He cursed James Potter's name. He'd been the one to say the ship was perfectly safe. He'd been the one to do the inspection on it. James apparently had been lying. Severus sighed. It wasn't the first time Potter had put his life at risk. He wondered if James had planned for the crash to kill him, he'd failed if that had been his intent.
Severus pulled himself from the tangles of the seat belts that had existed to keep him from being thrown from the ship. He was glad they had at least worked. Nothing else seemed to work anymore. The lights on the dashboard were completely out, the other instruments didn't even register if the air was currently breathable. Severus realized it must be, since his helmet was cracked and he wasn't dead from asphyxiation.
He was fairly certain this could not be any worse. He was, of course, wrong. He stumbled out of the cockpit of his shuttle, lost his balance and fell flat on his face on the bone white sandy ground. He was about to stand up, brush himself off, and pretend the whole thing hadn't happened when heard laughing. His already pale face paled further and he raised his head. At first, all he saw a pair of metallic purple boots, leading up to a pair of long legs, also clad in the same color. There were bits of sand clinging to the suit.
"Long journey?" a female voice asked. "Space sickness often causes one to fall," she offered as an explanation. Severus pushed himself from the ground and looked at her. She was wearing a space suit still in the purple color. Her helmet was not cracked and her visor was pulled back so he could see her face. Apparently the air was perfectly breathable.
"It's been a long journey, yes," he half lied. It hadn't been that long, but then again, he had no clue how far off course his ship had taken him. Silently he cursed James again for this, not that he could prove Potter had had anything to do with his ship crashing and burning.
"Your ship's a bit beyond repair, glad you survived at least," she shrugged, picking up a piece from the smoldering wreckage. Severus stared at it. He hadn't realized the ship was still slightly on fire when he'd climbed out. He'd managed to escape without injury apparently.
"I am too," he murmured, feeling a bit light headed as the realization of how close he'd come to death hit him. The woman seemed to notice the blood rushing from his face because next thing he knew, she was supporting him. She lowered him back to the sandy ground. He could feel the heat of the suns beating down on them.
"It's alright, you're going to be alright," she promised, pulling a canteen from her waistband. She held it out to him. He took it, looking at it.
"It's water, I promise. You're probably a bit dehydrated, the suns do that to visitors," she explained. He took a drink, marveling at how cool and sweet the water was.
"Clear and cool, the best of the best," she commented. "There's a stream, we bathe in it. For some reason the water is always cool and clear, no matter what," she continued. "Where are you from?"
"The station, Hogwarts," he answered, looking up at the clear blue sky. She nodded.
"I guessed as much, honestly. Not many visitors land here willingly. Too hot, too much desert. You're the first in my time. I can't help you repair the ship, we don't really have the technology ourselves, but come along, if you're feeling better. We should get out of the suns, there's a radio back at my camp. You can contact someone to pick you up if you need to," she added, helping Severus to his feet.
"Thank you, um, I didn't catch your name."
"Hermione. I'm Hermione. What about you? I know your suit says 'Snape', but I have a feeling that's a clan, not name."
"Severus, my name is Severus," he replied, as the suns continued to beat down on them. Hermione smiled, taking his hand in hers.
"Well, then, Severus, let's get you home, cleaned up, and see if they want to send a rescue party down for you."
"They won't," he whispered. "I'm a bit of... well, I'm not popular. The rest of my crew, the ones on station, they don't care for me a bit."
"Hmm, are you good with you hands then? Or maybe know something about medicine? We've found ourselves short a healer since Old Joe died," she suggested. Severus stared at her, unable to believe his luck. He'd thought landing here, crashing here, destroying his ship, his helmet, his everything had meant only the worst, now there was a beautiful woman offering him a job away from the people who had bullied him. Maybe his luck was finally turning around.
"I do know a bit about medicine, especially brewing medicines," he answered, causing Hermione to smile widely. Severus realized in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to see that smile every minute of every day.