A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
Word count: 332
Warning: MCD
He was ready to leave the world behind, ready to see the hell he'd been promised. Instead, as he felt his life draining away, a violet light filled his vision.
"You can go there, if you wish, or you can come with me and live forever," an ethereal voice said. Big brown eyes met his, curls bounced around her face, and Severus fell in love. There was something about her voice, about the way she smiled at him. There was sense of longing.
"We would never abandon one of our own to the mortal ideals of heaven and hell," she added. "Did you not know your heritage, did your mother never speak of the Fae?" she asked, the glow fading. Severus only shook his head. He blinked at the ability to be able to move. He was no longer in his body, a husk of a thing.
"She was part of us, a piece of the Hill. Eileen was what she called on this plane if I remember correctly."
"That was her name, yes," Severus answered, realizing the woman standing in front of him was watching him, noting his appearance. He wondered if he could change it now that he was a spirit. He didn't bother to try. If she could like him like this, that was fine. He wasn't going to change himself for some strange Faerie creature.
"You may call me Hermione, I would ask your name, but I would hope you were taught better. You are one of us, but I do not wish for a name slave, that practice is barbaric honestly. What may I call you?" she asked, the smile returning to her face.
"You may call me Severus, and yes, I would be most grateful to join you in where ever it is you are offering," he replied, realizing he meant it. She was interesting, maybe the most interesting person he'd encountered his whole life, and he was very much interested in getting to know her.