Chapter 1

severus sat, watching the fairy of the dragon flame sleep. He did that often now. It wasn't necessary, he told himself, and he wasn't needed, but he couldn't stop himself. The fire smoldering in the fireplace was very much of a welcome down in the dungeons, even in summer, but the moisture in the castle walls of Hogwarts made the room as close and stuffy as a sauna. He smirked at the growing kinks in her firey red hair glowing in the humid air. He was tempted to move her hair from her slightly shiny face, but he was afraid it would cause her to stir. She looked so peaceful, in spite of how long she has lived and lived through time after the great many battles that she suffered through. Yes he knew she has been married more than once. But that was something she needed to do to lived through time. And yes she has children, adopted or not adopted, but he was loathe to disturb her slumber.

Meanwhile a month later

Severus Snape sometimes questioned the precise moment he'd known how much he hated Sirius Black, and that is a lot of hate that has built up over time and probably never going away. Well not anytime soon. but he didn't bother too much with the whys. He knew all too clearly why and the reasons were varied and bottomless. He sighed and knew he needed to be here for the order. But there were times that he didn't want to show up.

Serious all to annoying arrogant pain in his ass godson, Harry Potter, and his friends bloom who happened is in there because Dumbledore wanted her to be there to help. He needed bloom and her friends and family to help with this war coming. Even though bloom did do a few years at Hogwarts before her life started as a fairy and other things as well. But Black had been one of the handsomest wizards of his age. He was tall, dark, aristocratic, cruel and secure in his looks and his pureblood status. He was as gaudily plumed and vain as Lucius Malfoy's peacocks. He was suave, sophisticated and learned; in other words, everything a poor, half-breed, badly raised, unattractive, touchy Northern boy like Severus Snape was not. Snaped eye twitched in annoyance at his thoughts. And didn't want to think further on them. But he knew once they started they wont stop when it came to this topic. But there was times he catched bloom giving black the look of disgust and hatred. But he wondered if black would ever get the chance to be with her. He highly doubt it. Black with a all powerful princess.

Meanwhile two days later

Severus never would have believed that Lily Evans would be one of those witches, but then again he didn't know a lot of things about lily. He didn't know she could be so cruel and narcisstic on who she wanted to be with. He was just the friend in the friend zone. And black well she was one of her very men that lily was with. Harry didn't know how many dirty deeds that lily had done and so did his father and his godfather. Even though people try to paint them in a new light to make them look good so harry would never know about how they were really were back in the day. severus looked down at the Mark, disgusted. If he were a braver man, he would cut off his arm, move away, possibly to the States or Australia, and start over as a Muggle.

"Follow me home, If you dare to, I wouldn't know, Where to lead you, Should I take chances
When no one took chances on me? So I watch from the dark, wait for my life to start, With no beauty in my memory, All that I wanted, Was to be wanted, Too young to wander London streets Alone and haunted, Born into nothing At least you have something, Something to cling to Visions of dazzling rooms I'll never get let into And the memories were lost long ago But at least you have beautiful ghosts Perilous night Their voices calling A flicker of light Before the dawning Out here, the wild ones Are taming the fear within me Scared to call them my friends and be broken again
Is this hope just a mystical dream? All that I wanted Was to be wanted Too young to wander London streets Alone and haunted Born into nothing At least you have something Something to cling to
Visions of dazzling rooms, I'll never get let into And the memories were lost long ago
But at least you have beautiful ghosts And so maybe my home isn't what I had known What I thought it would be But I feel so alive with these phantoms of night And I know that this life isn't safe
But it's wild and it's free All that I wanted Was to be wanted I'll never wander London streets
Alone and haunted Born into nothing ."

Severus sang in his head. But In a moment of self-pitying weakness, he passed a trembling hand over his eyes. Gods, he wished there was such a place on this earth, where there was no hurt, no fear, no dread… Just one place on earth where he could be safe and not be afraid… where the loneliness and fear wouldn't crush him…Oh, bloom, I am so lonely…

Meanwhile a few days later

Surrounded by children and faculty every moment of almost every day, most of them are blooms children. He never knew hermione was one of them. He found the twins Hikaru and karou funny they were way better than the Wesley twins. but Severus Snape felt more alone than if on a desert island. Even though blooms friends and family would talk to him and try to be friends. But he didn't know If it was the correct thing. But he did find it funny that bulma who gifted the dark fairy powers to bloom since she blood adopted her. She always hated black and she always liked to set his ass on fire. But was he truly not a man who wished for, or expected much, but even his meager hopes were beyond him now. He had to face the fact that he, Severus Snape, was staring down a short, very dark tunnel, one that was growing shorter and more perilous with every passing day.

He straightened and took several deep, calming breaths. This was not the time to give in to his dark emotions. He had a job, and it was abhorrent, and he hated it and his life. But he'd sworn to it, and there was no turning back. He sighed harshly, and sniffed slightly. With a flick of his hand that was almost subconscious muscle memory, he drew his hair from his eyes and straightened his spine. He was not a coward. He told himself that every day. Perhaps, if he told himself often enough, he would one day believe it.

There was an Order meeting tonight, and he was expected to attend. Both sides expected it. The Dark Lord had insisted that Severus go and report back to him later in the evening. It would be a long night, punctuated by flights of fancy, boredom, ire and pain, should his report be met with disapproval.

He dreaded going to Grimmauld Place, squeezing into the narrow old house, surrounded by Order members who resented and distrusted him, and students who hated him and maligned him. Mostly, he hated knowing that bastard Black would be there, taunting him, doing every tiny thing in his power to cripple the already waning trust the rest of the Order placed in Severus. The only ones who liked him were blooms friends and family. Odd to have a bunch of royals liking you for some reason. One of blooms ex husbands said he is real and knew what he was doing. Someone else said he was not fake in his emotions when it came down to things. And blood adopted father said that he knew that everyone needed to train for what is ahead. Which pissed off mrs wealsy.

Meanwhile a hour later

The clock chimed, and he rose slowly and took another deep breath. He would hold his head high, and he would defend himself. He would show that shallow fuck Sirius Black what bravery was. He wouldn't let him get under his skin again. He wouldn't allow Black and Lupin to gang up on him, Lupin ineffectually trying to calm the mutt down... and he had a feeling a lot of blooms friends and family is willing to do so. But Dumbledore always stopped them before doing something that would end of serius.

Severus sighed and Apparated to the meeting purposefully early, before most of the rest of the members arrived. Ostensibly, it was to get a seat at the back, and not have to 'mingle' with the rest of them, but in reality, he needed to be there before the so-called Golden Trio were allowed to arrive. It was the beginning of the Christmas holiday, and they would be at the Burrow, but Arthur Weasley had already announced they would be coming with him and Molly to the meeting. Potter wanted to visit his godfather, and the other two would be stuck closely to him like the worst toadies.

Severus let himself in. he thanked vegeta for blowing up the picture of mrs black. Everyone was very grateful for that to happened. Well except serious of course. he made his way soundlessly into the Library. He could already hear Black's unctuous voice, and Severus froze, listening intently, his anger rising with each breath he took. Bloom and stella was already there, and he could sense from her stance that she was uncomfortable and uncertain. Black was already touching her, pressing in close,

"This could be our little fun secret, couldn't it? Nobody has to know, do they? You don't want to upset Harry and give him the wrong idea, do you?" purred serious

Severus looked at bloom and saw the look on her face! Disgust and wanted to burn his balls off with her dragon fire, and underlying it, a latent, innocent arousal, awakened, unbidden, unwanted, shocking and shaming the girl even as it was being summoned against her will. Suddenly, Sirius pressed her against the bookcase, pushing his slim hips lewdly against hers. He pressed his hands against either side of her head, trapping her against the dusty shelf.

"I can't help it, dear princess bloom, I think about you constantly. I've missed having you here. You're so beautiful. Hasn't anyone ever told you that, love?" purred serius

serious was already leaning in, leaving the girl little choice, when Severus quietly cleared his throat when a fire ball was forming in her hands. Bloom looked up at Black uncertainly, as the flames went away. As she looked to severus. It was an invitation any man could read. Any man, it seemed, except Sirius Black. Bloom was going to either be saved or she was going to make serious regret even daring to think she would touch a filthy bastard like him. Severus smirked at her fire and knew he would do anything for her and would die for her. Severus kept his voice steady and slightly bored.

"princess bloom, might I have a word? I think you missed part of your holiday assignment in your haste to escape the castle yesterday." Said severus

Both she and Sirius froze at the initial sound of Severus' imperious voice in the doorway, and Hermione threw him a glance that was at once frightened and grateful. She quickly ducked under Sirius' arms and strode toward her Potions professor, and Severus was mildly alarmed to see her shiver slightly. Blooms eyes flashed and that showed how she appreciated what he was doing. And he would never forget that look in her eyes.

"Thank you, sir. I'm sorry. I was in rather a hurry yesterday. I had a few missions that I needed to go on. But sorry pig in training I must go and deal with this." Said bloom

bloom stood before Severus, waiting for him, and he stepped aside, sweeping his arm toward the door to usher her out of the Library. As the girl moved past him, she walked with her head down, her face scarlet. Severus glared at Sirius, who simply smiled and quirked a knowing eyebrow. Well she did kick serious in the balls before she came over to him. Severus wanted to laugh at that. But he needed to keep his composure up. One serious came back from the pain in his balls. He glared at severus.

"Assignment, Snivellus? Don't you think you could come up with a little better excuse than that?" growled serious

"I don't need an excuse to rescue a woman from your clutches, Black. Leave. Her. Alone," severous hissed,

Severus black eyes was showing the anger he was feeling. While bloom was getting turned on by seeing this side of severus snape. She always had the hots for him. But she didn't know if he would have any sort of feelings for her. But she always hoped. While serious laughed at severus to how he was acting. While bloom narrowed her eyes and lifted a brow. While stella and musa came in and was watching the show down. They hope severus would win. They didn't like serious black very much and hoped he would get whats coming to him sooner or later. The man only thinked with his dammed dick.

"Jealous, Snape? Don't be. I'm sure there's plenty to go around. She is a lovely little princess isn't she?" purred serious

For a moment, a red mist covered Severus' vision and he drew his wand. While the room went cold as if he was making his feelings known. While stella pulled bloom back to make sure she didn't get cought in the middle of this dick fight that these two were having. Stella figured out severus has feelings for their bloom. But then again most of them knew this. Only on their side of things. Not the Dumbledore side though.

"Shut your filthy mouth or I'll shut it permanently, Black!" hissed Severus

"Oh really And what sort of message will that send, Snivellus? The great Severus Snape, dueling over a little fairy princess!" snapped serius

Black's once-handsome face grew pale and ugly. Severus was going to protect bloom from this bastard. Bloom was watching this amused. And all bets were on severus. While vegeta and a few others went to watch this. Some of them were in chairs as Hikaru and karou was passing out snacks while they were watching the dick measuring contest. Even though they all were betting on severus. Bloom smiled mentally from what was going on. But she didn't know why severus would protect her. Even though she wished it was him having feelings for her. But that was only hope. But she hated serius black he was a loser and a pervert.

"You don't fool me, Snape! You've been sniffing around her little tail since her third year before she went back to fairy school! Oh, Remus told me all about it! You're just jealous that she's turning to me for a little experience. How can I help it that she's curious to know what it's like to be with a real wizard? She certainly wouldn't learn it from you!" snapped serius

Serius gaze swept down Severus' form with contempt. Severus and serious didn't even know they had an audience. Oritel and marion just joined in while someone was filling them in on what was going on. Even though it pissed them off like the rest of them. Even though they tossed their bets in on severus. Severus didn't even know that they were even watching. But he didn't know he was being that obvious. Oh how he missed her when she went to the fairy school. He didn't know if she was ever going to come back to Hogwarts.

"Do you honestly think a little treat like princess bloom would ever be anything but disgusted by her greasy Potions teacher?" purred serius

Severus snarled in rage and raised his everyone waited to see what he was going to do. Severus was feeling the murder boner coming around. And he was going to do it just before he felt solmeting. And everyone groaned and complained and they filed out of the room. But a steadying hand grasped his wrist, and Remus Lupin murmured quietly in Severus' ear, severus sighed and knew that if he did do what he planned on doing then he would be put in Azkaban. And that is nothing he wished to be doing. Or going. So he growled and closed him eyes when it came down to how he was feeling.

"That would be very unwise, Severus. I don't know what's going on between you two this time, but the other Order members are arriving, and I think you both should join us." Said lupin

Almost spitting in fury, Severus lowered his wand and strode from the room, Black's laughter ringing behind him. In the corridor, the bloom stood frozen, her eyes wide and troubled. He brushed by her without so much as acknowledging her presence, even when her heard her softly spoken a thank you to him. Stella and musa and the others who were watching it was something that was going to be interesting other than vegeta blowing up the picture of the annoying screeching old hang that hung up in the wall.

Severus quickly disappeared into the front room, leaving the bewildered princess standing in the hall. He did not see her dash up the stairs and ward her bedroom. He did not know that she wept in shame during the Order meeting, which was tedious and unfruitful, and cost him several moments under the Cruciatus Curse later that evening. And he was not going to be looking forward to that event. But he was going to get it either way. Bloom smiled and sighed and knew that there was more to snape than she knew. But she hoped that he would be able to have feelings for her. But that was just hoping. She did not know that the meeting was so tedious because Severus could not get her stricken expression out of his mind, and had paid little attention to the actual motions of the meeting. Nor did she know that, while he screamed and lost control of his bodily functions under the Cruciatus, he was thinking about how he would feel if he had to watch her suffer. She did not know that, in one brief, selfish, yearning moment of self-preservation, Severus Snape sealed her fate alongside his.

Meanwhile a few hours later

Severus managed to Apparate safely back to Grimmauld Place after the meeting, it wasn't his first choice. But he knew that is where he needed to go. And hoped that he would be left alone when he gotten there. his head spinning and his guts churning. It was later than he realized, and he lurched through the door, covered in his own waste and almost sobbing with humiliation. He didn't really remember why he'd chosen to return here, except it was closer, and he doubted he'd make it back into the castle without splinting seven shades of shit out of himself. Navigating to Grimmauld had cost him every ounce of his remaining strength. He staggered into the library, just as his stomach emptied. He vomited on the carpet and himself, pitching forward, was unable to right himself before he fell in the pool of his own sick.

Severus lay on the stinking carpet wishing for a shower. He felt so filthy and dirty. But he didn't have the energy to even go and do what he needed to do to get clean. At least he was getting some peace and quiet right now. wiping snot from his face. Yep this was gross. Even for him to even admit. While closing his eyes and waiting for his stomach to stop turning in circles. It felt like he had the worst punishment ever tonight. And he knew it to. While he was wondering if the morning would be quite but even if not he would have to deal with it. Because blooms kids can be comical. But sometimes they can be annoying when they are in their moods.

Surely, he'd endured everything a wizard should be forced to endure. Surely, by now, he had paid for his sins. His muscles were cramping painfully, his joints were filled with ground glass, his bowels were fluxed and bloody. Tears of pain and degradation streamed down his face, and when he looked up and saw the white, shocked face of bloom staring down at him, her face full of pity and horror, he grew angry and bellowed,

"Get out of my sight, bloom!" snapped severus

The sound came out little more than a snort from the fiary princess. He knew better to not insult her. But she was walking in on the worst moment. Even though she arched a brow at him as if saying says you im here to help you, you big moron. Severus felt unmanned him so much he pounded his fist on the carpet in mortification. The action snapped the woman out of her shock, and she rushed to his side, heedless of the filth that covered him and the floor beneath him. She knelt beside him and placed a gentle, shaking hand on his cheek, which was bright red and burning with curse fever.

"It's alright, Professor. I'll help you. Just try to stay awake. I'll be right back." Said bloom

He heard her soft footsteps fading as she galloped into the kitchen, and slowly he dragged himself into a sitting position, his back arching painfully, as his muscles locked in a rictus of agony. His body bowed backward, as if pulled by a sadistic archer, causing him to gasp. He drew in great, agonizing, sobbing breaths, and wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and slip into oblivion. And the fairy princess was witness to it all. He would just have to Obliviate her, if he survived the night. He could see her out of the corner of his eye as she ran back into the library, closing the door behind her and warding it ferociously. She had a bowl of water and a pristine white cloth. What the silly fool thought she would do with that, he had no idea… bloom eased behind him, trying not to jostle him, and said in a quiet voice,

"Lean back on me, sir. Please. I'm here to help." Said bloom

Helpless to do anything but obey, Severus allowed her to pull him back against her chest, and he found his breathing eased a little in this position. His legs, which were sprawled out in front of him, ached and jerked spasmodically. Silently, bloom reached around and unbuttoned his coat, and drew his sweat-soaked shirt aside, allowing the air to cool his feverish skin. He shivered, and she absently set the fireplace to a roaring blaze. As she used some of her powers to help him out. It should be able to help healing kido was much of her strong suit. But she didn't know if it was going ot work on what he has since it was still being tested in research department in the soul socitey.

bloom then cast several charms in succession to ease his suffering. Cleansing charms, warming charms, healing charms. He felt the cleansing charms sliding over his body, ridding him of the issue from his stomach, bowels and kidneys. She cleaned his clothes. The warmth soothed his rigid muscles. Gradually, the cramps in his legs eased, and he fully collapsed back on her in exhaustion, his head lolling on her slim shoulder. His hair was sweat-soaked and greasy, and she whispered a charm that made his scalp tingle and his hair was clean and dry. She pressed a cool hand against his brow, and he gave a little, harsh sigh, the sound of a tired, ill-used child. But it seemed the healing kido was helping him out as well. It was something that she will send a hell butterfly to her uncle mayuri.

For a long, sweet moment, he wanted nothing more than to lie against this warm and tender pillow, where he felt safe and cared for. It was a false safety, but the compassion, he reasoned, was probably genuine. Bloom may be a very powerful being, but she was as loyal and powerful as her House's mascot when it came to defending the weak. While he hated thinking of himself as her 'cause of the hour', it really was comforting to sit here, the last of the Cruciatus tremors receding, feeling, if not exactly cherished, at least protected. He relaxed, and his body slumped against hers, but she held him fast.

"bloom, Tell the Headmaster –" said severus

Severus choked suddenly, and she shifted gently behind him and placed the end of the towel, as she was using her powers to sooth him so he was able to be relaxed and feel safe. soaked in water, against his parched and rancid mouth. He sucked on it gratefully. When he could swallow without gagging, she gave him a glass of water, but only allowed him to take tiny sips. When he dribbled, she cleaned him. She soothed him.

"Please don't try to speak for a while, Professor, Please just rest. I know you have important things to tell Professor Dumbledore, but they can wait." Said bloom

He dozed for a moment, fighting sleep, fighting the warmth of her slender form against his back, the milky scent of her skin, the feel of her tiny but capable hands on his ribs, keeping him steady and upright. She pulled her mad hair out of the way so that it didn't irritate his face, and she remained blessedly quiet as he sat on the floor of the Grimmauld Place library, an undignified, boneless puppet with severed strings. Once he was stabilized, she fished out several potions he'd secreted about his person, in the likely event tonight's outcome would be as predicted. She thumbed them open and helped him to down each one, crooning comfort to him as if he were a child. He knew he should tell her to shut up, to stop being nice to him. After what he'd done earlier, she would likely spit in his face when she found out.

bloom rocked him slightly, as she would one of her children, and it irritated him. He wanted to tell her to stop, that he wasn't worthy of this gentle ministration, but he couldn't because no one had ever rocked him before. It felt beautiful, almost pre-erotic. He shook his head. He knew his mind went somewhere that it shouldn't. but for fuck sake it was not hard to do. She is just so beautiful. And kind hearted. Well not to serius black thought. She seemed to hate his guts when it came down to what was going on.

"This is princess bloom kuchiki, for fuck's sake!" thought severus

severus wanted to be angry at himself for this weakness, for allowing a fairy princess to baby him, as if he was one of her children. He knew she does it with tamaki a lot when it came down to his nightmares about his grandmother. It broke his heart to see such a beautiful boy damaged so badly. but it took too much energy. The real truth, once he confessed his betrayal, would turn her away from him in disgust and loathing. It was what he deserved. He just didn't want to deserve it yet. Oblivious to his thoughts, bloom hummed to him to sooth him and her powers washed over him.

"I won't tell a soul, Professor. I promise. I won't tell anyone. I know how to keep secrets." Said bloom

Severus tried to raise his hand, for some reason, but he could not remember why, and it flopped down onto his lap. bloom pushed his hair from his face with trembling hands. She was gentle, and her touch was kind. No woman, save Poppy Pomfrey, had willingly touched him with such tenderness since Lily. But that was long before she turned against him. The fairy princess would, too, no doubt…

"This is wrong, I asked for this. You did not. Help me to at least sit up in a chair, miss kuchiki." Said severus

The move from sitting to standing took almost five minutes, and by the time they managed to get him on his feet, Severus was shaking and dizzy. Bloom helped him to a nearby chair by using her fairy magic, and he fell into it, gritting his teeth against the pain and the stabbing, icy feel of the Cruciatus backlash. Unsure what else to do, bloom standing behind the chair, gently rubbed his shoulders. It didn't really help, and truth be told, it made his muscles ache a little, but he couldn't bring himself to ask her to stop. It would mean the loss of her touch, and that was the only thing that made him feel remotely human. Right now, he felt more like a whipped dog, seeking comfort from any friendly hand, and he despised himself for it. bloom sensed that her ministrations weren't really helping, but instead of moving away, she threaded her fingers through his hair and began to massage his scalp and his temples in slow, gentle circles.

"My father gets terrible tension headaches, and my mother does this for him, He says it helps, but tell me if it doesn't, and I'll stop. Don't say I told you that. My father vegeta is a private person. " said bloom

Severus had no intention of telling her. It felt wonderful, and his blinding headache eased. It was the Headache Potion, he told himself, but her gentle massage felt like heaven. His shoulders eventually relaxed and he made a little sound of relief that brought tears to Hermione's eyes. She pressed her warm hands against his neck, and he felt his throat relax. He swallowed, and bloom gave him some more water. He took the glass, and was relieved to find his hands steady again. This had been a bad one. Frustrated that the Order meeting had gleaned no useful information beyond the antics of Delores Umbridge and the Ministry's interference with Hogwarts, the Dark Lord had been irritable and petulant. As punishment, Severus was presented to some of the junior Death Eater members to 'get in a little practice'. This meant clumsy, uneven attempts at executing the curse, all thrown at him at different intervals. The ringing laughter, the abject humiliation; it was all fuel to remind the Dark Lord's spy and punching bag to provide more useful information in future.

It had been a sickening display of entertainment; Severus made a very handy target for their gathering powers, and he found himself thrown from one to the other in some sort of obscene game of pass the parcel. Eventually the real sadists joined in, and he bit his lip until he tasted blood, as his trousers were unceremoniously yanked down around his ankles. Buggering was a favorite sport of both Mulciber and MacNair, and the Dark Lord was feeling especially generous tonight. Once they'd had their pleasure, the curses began again, the youngsters falling upon him without even giving him a chance to pull his trousers up over his bleeding rectum. Severus had tried to be silent. He tried to think of bloom, He had screamed. He'd wept as he emptied his bowels and the others had laughed as if it were the funniest thing they'd ever seen. Some of his own Slytherins were amongst the witnesses; some were amongst those casting the Unforgivable.

He projected images to the Dark Lord. Some were from his imagination, some exaggerations of actual events. Anything to make the pain go away… An image of , laughing and talking with Harry Potter, both carefree third years. Severus, protecting her from the transforming werewolf Remus Lupin, feeling her little fingers clutching at his waist in terror, seeking his assurance… Severus watching her dance with sky at the Yule Ball, who in the end betrayed her. While he was projecting jealousy and animosity toward the unworthy sky… Seeing her at Grimmauld Place, during the later weeks of the summer months, watching her prance around the house in skimpy Muggle clothing, seeing her transformed. unaware that she was enticing him, tempting Black … and tonight, Severus stepping up to Black, his unspoken threats… her gratitude toward him… he exaggerated her expression, made her seem more mature, more…enamored, more inclined to show her gratitude to Severus. Gods, how he hated himself... With every fiber of his will, Severus pushed the feelings of desire and lust and corruption toward the Dark Lord. He pushed the longing to deflower, to ruin, to break the will and spirit of Harry Potter's smartest and most devoted acolyte, to weaken the boy's defenses, to make him less of a threat. And more importantly, to make bloom kuchiki a weapon to defeat the Potter boy.

Meanwhile a little while later

Severus sat in the Grimmauld Place library, as bloom brought him a cup of tea and a final potion to settle his stomach. He felt it turn and sour within as he stared into his cup. He caught a motion out of the corner of his eye and looked up. Hermione was holding something in her hand, silently returning it to him: his Death Eater mask. She looked grave, but underneath was a sympathy that held no judgement, no accusation. He took it from her and their fingers touched briefly before she released it. He sighed. What had he done? What in the name of the seven gates of Hades was he thinking? The fairy princess stood opposite him, watching him carefully, as if she half expected him to keel over any second. Finally, she said, quietly,

"Sir, is there anything else I can get you? Some food? Anything?" asked bloom

Severus shook his head. He was still too exhausted and miserable to talk. Finally, he raised his dark eyes to her, and Hermione gave him such a look of compassion and pity he felt as if he would vomit again. But then again he was going to be thankful when it came down to her being there instead of someone else. Well he would imagain that her friends and family would be kind to him and help him as well. She did say to him that the kido thing was still in the works for them soul society to be able to use on wizards and witches. But fairy magic has worked for a very long time on wizards and witches.

"I don't need your pity, Miss kuchiki. Besides, you make a rubbish nurse." Said severus

"Well, sir, I'm afraid you're going to have to put up with me. Because tonight, I'm all you're going to get. Remus and Sirius are out feeding Buckbeak, Harry and the Weasleys are at The Burrow until tomorrow morning, my friends and family are doing their own thing right now. Plus im more of a warrior than anything. But only knows a few medical things. and the only ones here at Grimmauld right now are you, me and Professor McGonagall, and even she's out visiting a sick friend and doesn't plan on returning until the morning. I'm the last you got, so deal with it." Said bloom

Bloom waited for him to answer with a scathing retort, until she realized he was completely, deeply asleep. His face had relaxed a little, but still held a careworn look, no doubt from the horrific ordeal he'd endured that evening. She lunged forward just in time to catch the falling teacup from his relaxing fingers. bloom transfigured the chair into a small bed, and quietly moved it nearer the fire, so that he would be warm when he awoke. She changed a towel into a large, fat quilt, and the chair cushion into a pillow. She debated on transfiguring his clothes into pajamas, but changing clothes while still on the wearer was ever a tricky spell, and she didn't want to disturb him any more than necessary. In the end, she satisfied herself with removing his dragon-hide boots, and sat them at the foot of the transfigured bed. She stood back and looked down at her Potions professor.

In the firelight, he looked as severe as ever, but warmth and comfort had softened his features, and to bloom he looked… distinguished. Noble, in his own way. Bloom sighed. Severus Snape was not a nice man. But she was convinced he was agoodman. He knew what Sirius was attempting to do to her, and it troubled him. Unlike Sirius, bloom trusted him. She had not wanted to come to Grimmauld Place but could come up with no excuse to stay behind, and almost the moment she'd arrived, Sirius had tried to corner her at every possibility. She knew she ought to say something to Mr. Weasley or Harry, but Sirius had a way of knocking every argument into a cocked hat, and she found herself wondering if she was, in fact, sending him signals of attraction.

The end