This is the first fan fiction I have posted on here, I am not a particularly good writer, I do however enjoy writing. So let me know what you think, it's a bit of an odd story, but then again so am I. The second part is already written and will be posted asap. Thanks for reading.

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LIVING A NIGHTMARE


Stan Shunpike, trolley driver turned death eater. Murderer, torturer, and worshipper of the Dark Lord, he was acting on Voldemort’s orders to find all the muggle borns, and all the blood traitors as they called them, when he ran into her. Alexis Phytheon.

She was pure blood, and from the Slytherin house. Both her parents had been death eaters when they died. When they left her all alone at such a young age. She certainly didn’t fit the profile of someone the dark lord would have a bounty on.

However Alexis wasn’t anything like her parents. She chose not to follow him, she thought his reasons were deplorable. Kill the mudbloods, kill the muggles, torture and kill the blood traitors. But why? What did they do to deserve it? Because they’re not of pure blood? She resented that fact that she had this retched blood status; pure bloods were nothing more then pompous, self-worshipping fools, thinking they were like royalty or something with their ridiculous pure blood. She didn’t think anything like that should matter. What difference did it make? It made none at all.

But here was Lord Voldemort, recruiting all these people into his vile dark circle and convincing them to track down everyone not of pure blood to torture, and eventually kill or leave for the dementors to steal from them their souls forever.

Unfortunately she was pretty high on the list of undesirables to be apprehended. She was a blood traitor, and they hated the fact that not only was she pure blood, but that her parents were death eaters and she chose not to continue their saga. She chose to be against them, even worse then a blood traitor some would say.

And so it happened that one day after spending many weeks hidden away with several muggle borns and blood traitors in a house that belonged to a pure blood wizard who was known to be out of the country that Stan Shunpike and his league of death eaters should show up unexpectedly. How they found out who was hiding in there no one quite knew. Someone outside must have said something to the wrong persons or maybe someone overheard them talking of their hideout. Either way they had been discovered and now death was at their door.

Alexis was a fighter however and would not go down without trying. There were many of them though and they were skilled in the ways of dark magic. She fought with all her skill and cunning, but alas the death eaters had brought down a number of them and she was heavily outnumbered. They stole her wand, and tied her along with the others. She cursed Voldemort’s name and everything that he stood for, enraged Stan said the words of ceaseless pain and she struggled vainly through the suffering. Finally when it was over he hit her a few times in the face, it didn’t hurt nearly as much as the cruciatus curse but it broke open her lip and blood poured down her neck. The others were in bad shape too but she had got the worst of it.

She was carried away bound by the wrists and ankles to an enchanted carriage that moved on its own unassisted. The drive seemed to take for ever and after receiving a few more punches by Stan she chose to finally to sit still, her head bowed and eyes closed in her own failure. When the carriage finally stopped she opened her eyes to see that they had arrived at the Ministry of Magic. “Voldemort” she said aloud to no one but herself. This was where they executed muggle borns and all who opposed the dark lord by means of the dementors thieving kiss. She was terrified, she didn’t realize they were taking her here. This was worse then death, they would steal her soul, and she would be left to an eternity of horror.

When the door to the carriage was opened one of the death eaters, a large blonde one grabbed the nearest muggle born and hauled him out roughly, dragging him towards the building. Another death eater did the same, grabbing a small muggle born girl by the wrist and yanking her out so that she cried terribly as she was hauled away. Shunpike next made to grab Alexis but she snapped at him with her teeth nearly missing his hand. With his wand quickly pointed at her he shouted “Wingardia leviosa!” she flew out and hit the concrete ground very hard, hearing a loud snap intense pain flooded her world. Her leg felt broken and she could not get up to fight if indeed there was any left in her. He flicked his wand and she was forced to her feet, her left leg hung limply and awkwardly and soared with fiery pain. She fell to the ground and tears sprung to her eyes.
“You coward” she growled in hatred at him “you coward.”

He replied by kicking her in the stomach with so much force that it was the last thing she knew before it all went into darkness.

When she awoke she was in a room with several other people, the few who had been in the carriage included. It was a small room with no windows, and in it Alexis sat, bleeding from her face, despair had hold of her. Horrible ceaseless despair engulfed her and she sat with her head in her hands and cried, for such intense futility could be brought by nothing other then the dementors of Azkaban. They awaited her, outside the walls; her days were numbered she thought to herself, her life to be stolen.

She would choose death if she could, if it were an option. Perhaps somehow, the Dark Lord would choose to kill her himself, maybe for the satisfaction of ending her traitorous life. Maybe she could say something to make him so angry he would lose control and say the killing words, so swift it would be, and painless. Or maybe it would achieve nothing but her own soul being torn from her as he watched the dementors steal it away. She closed her eyes. Her body throbbed with pain, blood dripped from a gash across the side of her face and from her lip. Death would be a release from this anguish, an end though to everything that she was.

How did she even know though that she would be brought before him? Maybe they were going to take her to the dementors straight away. No chance to argue her case, no chance at all. She had hope though, still it burned inside her, diminished, and feeble, still it burned, looking for anyway out. Quiet she remained as she tried not to focus on her pain, and silently she waited.

After what seemed like hours a door opened on one end of the room and a dark figure appeared adorned all in black, and looked for a moment like a dementor. Her heart stopped hammering only the slightest when her eyes focused and she realized who had entered. The others in the room cowered away, edging up against the walls. Shunpike pointed his wand at Alexis though and she knew that she was to go first. “Be a good girl and this’ll all be over soon,” he snarled at her, “come,” and he gestured with his hand to follow. She glowered at him, violent images swarming in her mind. She was shaking with hate and wanted him dead. Her heart pumped her venomous pure blood at too fast of a rate and she swore to herself she would kill him at any chance. She spat on the floor and looked at him with disgust, “I’ll be the last thing you ever see Stan, I promise that,” and she stood her ground, hardly bearing the pain in her leg.

“Wingardium leviosa” and the next thing she knew she was hovering over the ground trailing behind the wretched death eater. Struggle as she might there was no way to escape the spell. She swore at him and struggled but to no avail. They left the room, the door closing and locking itself behind them, through hall after dark hall they went until finally they reached a large door where Shunpike halted, making her stop behind him. With his wand pointed at her he said the counter spell and she crashed to the ground unable to keep herself upright, for the pain was agonizing. She didn’t try to get up, there was no use in it, she sat awkwardly on the ground her broken leg splayed out beside her while Shunpike stood over her grinning horribly. “Gonna meet your maker tonight girly” he spat. Her body shaking she refused to look him in the eyes, her head down she closed hers and prayed the dementors were not on the other side of the door.

Stan walked to the door then and opened it a crack, Alexis could hear him talking to someone on the other side but couldn’t see who it was. He shut the door after a minute and came towards her. “Any last words?” he asked her “before you’re sentenced to death?”

If looks could kill the one she then gave him certainly would have caused him a horrid death, but unfortunately they couldn’t and he went on living.

Instead of using his wand on her like before he walked up to her, he forced her through the doors more dragging her then anything. She screamed at him and tried clawing at his face, but he was too strong and the pain in her leg was overwhelming. Behind the doors they were in a theatre or coliseum or some sort. All around her there were seats that rose up high, and in the centre of the coliseum there was nothing but a flat floor which Stan then threw her onto. She fell to the ground and didn’t try to get up, Stan turned and left quickly. Her gaze she lifted directly in front of her, for up on a higher landing where the chairs started, catching her eyes and holding them dead still was the Dark Lord himself, Lord Voldemort. He stared hard at her, his eyes seemed to pierce her very soul itself. Only after a few seconds did she noticed who sat at his side. This hurt more then anything, more then her broken leg, more then the knowledge she was likely going to be murdered. Severus Snape sat there, right beside him, her favourite teacher, all along she had refused to believe all the things she was told about him, she denied it. But this confirmed her worst fears, seeing him alongside the Dark Lord, watching him put the traitors to death. He had been more than a teacher to her, he was a friend; they had enjoyed many evenings together talking of everything and anything, talking of life. And now this, he was going to watch her die, he was going to let it happen.

He had an odd look on his face at the sight of her though, he looked surprised to see her. She gazed up into his dark eyes, and he stared right back at her, perhaps he had been hoping she would not be caught, maybe he didn’t want to see this go through. Though the damage was done, he was a death eater and whether or not he cared if she herself lived that still didn’t change that he was a cruel monster. It didn’t change the things he’d likely done and seen and let happen.

Alexis let her head drop slowly and though she closed her eyes the tears still leaked from them. She shook roughly and wanted to die, she didn’t want the pain of it all to continue. She prayed he’d strike her down swiftly.

It was then that Voldemort spoke, “blood traitor, you have defied me, and everything I stand for, you have dishonoured your parents, loyal servants of mine and my cause.” His voice was very loud and cold, she shook badly at the sound of it, any minute now.

“But you are a pure blood female,” he continued, “the murderous blood runs through your veins, and your lineage is not common anymore. I give you this one chance Alexis, join us now, or die.”

Alexis rose, slowly and painfully she got to her feet, she wasn’t able to stand upright completely but she stood. She looked him fiercely in the eyes, trembling and defeated she shouted, “I’d rather die! I’d rather die then ever join you!” and she stood her ground staring hatefully at the horror before her.

“Very well then” he said calmly, and he made to reach for his wand. Just then though Snape turned to him and spoke into his ear. Alexis couldn’t make out what was being said but Voldemort seemed to be listening intently. After about a minute he turned to Snape and Alexis barely heard the words spoken “just this once Severus” he said.

“Change of plans” his booming voice spoke, “it would seem my loyal servant Severus has a liking for you and would like to keep you alive a while longer for his own selfish purposes I’m sure.” Snape looked off into the distance, making no eye contact with her.

“Severus?” Voldemort said. Snape stood up then and pointing his wand at Alexis spoke the levitation incantation and she was lifted off her feet and above the ground. She floated towards him as he walked off towards a side door much like Shunpike had done. The door opened of its own accord and through it they went quickly moving through poorly lit hallways through door after door all of which opened with no command spoken. They moved swiftly down a dark corridor at the end of which there was an elevator, its doors open and beckoning, its light dim and gloomy. This they went into, the doors closing immediately behind them and suddenly Alexis floated no longer and fell to the ground, clutching at the walls to keep herself upright. When she managed to straighten herself up she glared at him. He stood on the opposite side of her, watching with an expression that was unreadable. She stared at him, malice burning bright in her sore red eyes. She spoke then,

“I never believed it when they told me about you, I told them there was a mistake, that you were not a follower of him. I supported you while no one else did!” she choked out the words.

“I refused to believe that you did to Dumbledore what they said you did, that you ended his life!” she spat out at him. “I denied it and swore that it was a lie.”

She took a step towards him then and suddenly reached out and seized his left arm by the wrist; he didn’t try and shake her off. She grabbed the sleeve of his cloak and forcefully pulled it up to his elbow exposing his naked forearm and the dark tattoo burned into his flesh. She stared at it for a moment her mind spinning and hurting unable to accept the truth. With her hand still clutching his arm she suddenly sunk her nails deep into his skin. He yanked his arm out of her grasp and clutched it. She glowered menacingly at him, challenging him. He stood where he was and looked into her eyes, he didn’t accept the challenge, and made no attempt to hurt her back.

“There is a lot I have to tell you,” he said then as the elevator came to a stop.

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He walked towards the open door and glanced back as Alexis made a feeble attempt to follow. Realizing her leg was in such a bad state that she could hardly walk, he used the levitation spell which gently lifted her off her feet. She glided quietly behind him as he rounded a corner, and proceeded to walk straight down another long, empty corridor. At the end they reached a door which flew open as they approached it. Once inside Alexis noted they were in an office of some sort, very large and dark with a long wooden desk at the front; the doors behind them closed with a bang suddenly which startled Alexis. Snape grabbed two heavy wooden chairs and set them down on the outside of the desk. He sat down on the far right one and looking at her said “please sit,” Alexis didn’t have much choice because next thing she knew she sat in the one opposite him.

She stared at him with contempt though she was thoroughly confused as well. What could the fiend possibly want from her? Perhaps he would set her free she thought to herself, but wouldn’t the Dark Lord know? Surely he could read minds even one as powerful as Severus Snape’s? He looked at her into her eyes, then he searched her face, pausing at the places where the blood poured from.

“You are injured” he spoke, “I have something which will help alleviate your pain and heal your wounds,” and he rose from his chair and walked to the back of the office where he rummaged through a cabinet. When he returned in his hand he held a small vial of cloudy liquid. “It will help your body to heal itself many times faster then it normally would.” Alexis eyed the liquid uncertainly, not sure whether to drink it or not. Snape saw the distrust in her eyes and said to her “If I had wanted to kill you, or wanted you dead, you would be so already; I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

And with that comment she realized he was right, and so she took out the stopper and emptied the contents into her mouth. It had a very unique taste to it, very strong like a powerful herb does, but it didn’t burn and she didn’t fall over in agony. After a couple of seconds the wounds on her face started to tingle, almost a cooling sensation, and the pain in her stomach where Stan had kick her subsided completely along with the stinging on her face. Only her leg didn’t heal completely but it did stop hurting a bit.

“The damage to your leg is too severe to heal with the potion alone, I will have to use a spell which will work in conjunction with it.”

And with that he stepped forwards and knelt down on one knee beside the wary girl. She looked down at him for the first time that night and watched as he pointed his wand at her mangled leg and said an incantation of which she had never heard. A strange feeling the likes of which she had never known began in her leg, it felt like her muscles and bone where being rearranged, it hurt quite badly. She gritted her teeth and sunk her nails into the chair as Snape proceeded to use unusual wand movements, controlling the situation. She began to whimper as the pain increased and wished she hadn’t let him do this, but suddenly as quickly as it began it ended, the pain subsided and her leg ached no more.

She stood up then, uncertain, but as she walked around the large office some of her fears slipped away as she realized perhaps she would live to see tomorrow. He was helping her after all, he didn’t let her die at the Dark Lord’s hands as he so easily could have, it was frightening to think how close she had come to annihilation.

She sat down across from the potions master, her once good friend and contemplated what would happen next. She looked at him and felt such sadness, she tried to delude him into believing that there where no tears in her eyes when she looked away from his intense gaze. He spoke to her then, quietly and calmly his voice low but soft,

“I know you are surprised to see me here, and with him” he said it with disdain. “I made a mistake a very long time ago, when I was too young to realize what it meant to join his league. I thought I would have power, and acceptance, that I would be considered great and be respected. It wasn’t long before I realized my folly and what it has cost me will haunt me to my grave and forever after that.” He looked up at her and saw the tears glistening down her cheeks, how her heart pounded, how it hurt.

He continued, “It was when I found out he was to kill the woman I loved that I knew I had been such a fool. I begged and pleaded with him to spare her, to spare her family, but it was not to be, because there was a prophecy that he was so afraid of that he could not take a single chance with leaving a harmless woman alive. I went to Dumbledore then and pleaded with him to help me, to help keep her safe, and it was to him that my loyalties went and my life for he offered me his assurance and a sanctuary at the school where I could be safe, where we could conspire against the Dark Lord together and make plans to bring him down.”

He stopped then and sighed deeply, he lowered his head and looked at his hands which were clasped together. He had a tired look to him, his dark hair hung limply and his black cloak surrounded his spiritless body. Alexis had never seen him in such a state before.

“When you join alliance with the Dark Lord however,” he slowly lifted his head and looked at Alexis, “you are forever a part of it. You can never change your mind and just up and leave one day because he’d find you, and see to it you die before him.” He took a moment before continuing. “And so it has been that since that day so many years ago I have stood at the Dark Lords side, and played the role of death eater.”

Alexis watched him carefully and noticed that his hands were trembling slightly. Her hammering heart continued unrelenting and she waited for him to go on.

His dark eyes met her own and she saw the melancholy behind them. His whole life he lived as a lie, probably fearing exposure every day that went by, his whole life full of regret.

“He killed her then, on Halloween night, took her so easily from this life, another life that was never his to take. She couldn’t fight back, he killed my defenceless Lily, murdered her husband as well. It was when he attempted to kill her infant son though that he had met his true rival and perished into nothingness for 11 long years.

Alexis caught on at that moment and sat listening in astonishment. The silence then was almost deafening, the hurt in poor Severus’ eyes anguishing.

“As for what happened to Dumbledore,” he uttered, “he asked me to do it. Dumbledore had less then a year to live, a terrible curse coursed through his body that even I didn’t have the power to stop, courtesy of the Dark Lord. There was nothing I could do, I tried everything to the best of my abilities but all I managed was slow it down slightly. On that night that he died Draco Malfoy whom I know you know, was expected to kill the Headmaster himself. If the boy failed we knew he would meet his fate at Voldemort’s hands. His father Lucious is a death eater and loyal servant to the Dark Lord which is how Draco got mixed in with this horrid business. Dumbledore and I agreed to spare the boy this wretched undertaking and that I should be the one to take the responsibility.”

After a brief halt he persevered “And so it happened that I ended the life of the only person who I ever trusted to open up my heart and soul to, the only person who would give a cursed death eater a second chance. I murdered my only friend in this world.” With that he lowered his head, his dark hair covering his eyes and was consumed in the tragedy of it all.

Alexis stood up and walked over to him, she knelt down slowly and put her arms around his neck and rested her head on his broad shoulder. She felt him put his arms around her and embrace her completely, his thick cloak enfolding her small body. He shook slightly as the tears dripped from his eyes. She held him for a long time and wondered if he’d ever had someone comfort him before.

When she finally released him she stayed where she was, kneeling on one knee before him. She took his hands and held them in her own, they felt cold to her touch. She gazed up into the dark brown eyes of her sorrowful friend. She spoke softly to him then as he looked fixedly upon her, “you are the bravest wizard I have ever known Severus, to stand up to him as you have done, your strength and cunning must be extraordinary. I am so sorry that I have doubted you, if only everyone knew of your courage and of where your heart lies,” she paused for a moment before saying breathlessly, “your pain has to be unimaginable.”

She stopped then, watching him as his sad eyes searched her own. There was something remarkable in them, something no one else knew about. His life was wrought with tragedy but despite it all he endured on, his reasons were noble, he did it all because of love.

“You were mistaken though Severus when you said you lost your only friend, you are not alone in all of this anymore.” She held his hands firmly in hers and was so bold to gently lift one to herself and lay a tender kiss upon it.

He sat gazing at her, a look of wonderment in his eyes, his expression softened completely. He slowly rose from his chair then, his hands still in hers; she ascended to her feet with him. They stood looking at each other for a moment before he whispered, “if I ever needed a reason,” he paused, his staring eyes all-consuming, “if ever I had a moment where I thought I could not continue in this life, I shall never endure that suffering again, knowing that you believed in me and that your heart is with me.”

She smiled softly at him then, blushing slightly at the intensity in his gaze. She was exultant that he was still the man she knew him to be, and so much more then she could have ever imagined.

“I pray we both escape this nightmare alive,” she said then, “that we both see the end of this darkness, for now I know the force that commands us, that keeps us going when all hope is lost,” she held him in her unwavering attention, “love Severus, love will see us through this.”

He looked upon her intently, his expression thoughtful and his eyes yielding to her own, he thought then about the situation they were in together and of what the future might hold. He concluded that the only real answer he could live with was to help her escape, it would mean some risk to him, but then that was with him everyday. The Dark Lord hadn’t pierced his mind yet; he didn’t see how it could happen now.

“If we are to get through this together, I need first to get you out of this place safely, as long as you are here your life is in danger. They expect me to act as a death eater would towards you, and so it will only be so long before they become suspicious when they notice you are completely unharmed.”

Alexis thought this through, realizing he was of course correct in his judgement. She worried though. “And what will you tell them has happened to me?” she asked, a concerned look on her face.

“I’ll tell them you fought terribly with me, and that I could not control your persistent attacks. I’ll say I tortured you mercilessly before I ended your life with the killing curse. The only one bold enough to question me is the Dark Lord, but he hasn’t seen through my lies yet, and will likely congratulate me on another successful kill.” His eyes dropped then, Alexis’ heart burned with worry and apprehension for her Potions Master.

“And what if you’re wrong Severus? What if he sees through you, what will happen then?”

His shadowy eyes bore deep into her own, “then the Dark Lord will lose his most faithful servant, and I shall be free at last from his enslavement.” He responded heavily.

How it hurt her to hear him say those words. Fresh tears appeared in her eyes and she looked at the ground, trying not to let them spill.

He lay his hand gently on her shoulder after a moment, “let us go then, I know of a safe passage that will take you far from this place. The others don’t know of it, so it should be a safe route out of here. However if we are seen walking together, you uninjured and following of your own accord, it would likely raise questions amongst the others, so I will do what I must to elude those suspicions.”

He raised his wand then and after a long hesitation in which he looked at her with what might have been something like shame in his eyes he said solemnly “incarcerous.” Thick ropes appeared in the air suddenly and flew towards Alexis. They wrapped tightly around her torso, securing her arms and her upper legs leaving her unable to run, and leaving her quite helpless.

He walked up to her when it was done, and slowly lifted his hand with which he used to lightly touch her cheek, “you’ll be free of this soon,” he promised. “You’ll be free of this nightmare.”

She choked on her words, “I know Severus, I trust you, and soon, we will be free of this.”

He nodded his agreement never taking his eyes off hers the whole time. He raised his wand again and spoke in his deep, and almost tranquil voice, “wingardium leviosa,” she was lifted off the ground as easily as if weighed nothing more then a feather. He looked sadly at her for a moment before turning around and walking to the door. She trailed closely behind him, the spell causing her to follow his every direction. When they were passed the door, they made their way back through the corridor and into the elevator once again. As the doors shut and it began to descend to the lower floors he pulled up the sleeve of his cloak, the scratch marks still dark and angry in his skin. “Aren’t you going to heal that?” Alexis asked looking at her handiwork.

“No,” he replied, “it can be a reminder to me that I am not really what the dark mark implies I am. That it was something in my past, that no longer is.” He gave her a short thoughtful grin. She returned it.

When at last the elevator stopped they were on the bottom floor of the building. There were no lights or candles anywhere, darkness immersed everything around them. “Lumos,” he said suddenly. Light appeared from the tip of his wand, bright and illuminating, Alexis could see maybe five feet in front of her now and judging by what she saw she guessed that this area was probably only used for maintenance of the water lines and plumbing of the building. Long, wide pipes hung from the concrete ceiling and walls running off into the darkness, she could hear water dripping somewhere off behind her. It was quite eerie here on the bottom floor of this building that Voldemort inhabited, there was something almost sinister and ominous about it, Alexis shuddered.

Severus turned to her, “the binds will come off shortly now,” she nodded.

He walked ahead, into the blinding darkness, slowly and carefully he strode while she glided silently behind him. His footsteps made loud clapping noises that seemed to echo a long way down the passages. They travelled on making an occasional turn that led them further on into the darkness and she wondered how he remembered where the location of the exit was. So dark it was, it seemed like it would be all too easy to lose ones way in the endless underground tunnels.

After rounding several more turns, they at last came to a halt in the middle of one of the corridors. Alexis looked around quickly, worried they had stopped for a reason other then the secret exit, but was relieved when her feet suddenly touched ground and the binds disappeared.

Severus looked down upon her, his towering figure illuminated by the strange bluish light from his wand and spoke, “the passage will take you far from this place, past the hills that surround this town, and out into an uninhabited barren land. Walk north for half a day and you will find yourself at the muggle town of Port Moody, from there it is up to you to decide where the path continues.”

“We will meet again Severus,” she said, tears brimming in her sad eyes, “when darkness fails I will return.”

“But never before then,” he responded. “They must never apprehend you again.”

“They will never know I continue to breathe dear Potions Master, they will never know.”

He nodded his approval to her, and turned to the wall in which they stood beside. He tapped his wand several times on the concrete in what looked like a repeating pattern of some sort and muttered an incantation that she didn’t recognize. All of a sudden a portion of the wall disappeared where he had been directing his wand and Alexis realized it was in the shape of a large door. She put her hand through it, and felt a light draft; it was completely dark in there.

He pulled from his pocket then a small jar and pointing his wand at it voiced, “incendio,” a small fire erupted inside it pushing back the darkness a bit further. He handed it to her which she took and examined with relief.

“Thanks,” she said truthfully, looking back up into his eyes, “for everything Severus, you risk so much for me.” She was starting to get teary again. “You don’t deserve to be stuck here, with that monster. You deserve to be free, why don’t we leave together?” She asked with hope in her voice.

“I wish I could,” he said glumly, “but he would track me down all too quickly, the Dark Lord has a way of finding runaway death eaters with minimal effort.”

This was too upsetting to bare, she took hold of his hand then and spoke purposefully to him, “then promise me you’ll be careful, that you’ll never let your guard down for even a second, not while he lives. Never let him see your thoughts Severus, he must never know of the heroic man that you truly are.”

“Never,” he choked out quietly.

Next thing she knew Severus had wrapped Alexis in his strong arms, his cloak engulfing her entirely and held her tight to him. She yielded completely, putting one arm around his waist, the other resting on his chest. She laid her head above his heart and closed her eyes, feeling it beating beneath her. Tears dripped down her cheeks and she lost herself in that moment in his warmth and his closeness.

They held each other for a good long while, but the time to depart had come. Slowly and regretfully he released her and wiped from her face her tears which glistened in the flickering light. She looked deeply into his beautiful brown eyes and saw that tears spilled down from his as well.

“Good-bye my dear Severus, until we meet again,” she said full of sorrow.

“Until then.” He whispered so quietly.

She took one long last look into his extraordinary brown eyes as she stepped through the doorway and prayed it would not be the last time she looked into them.

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Last updated: Jan 2011.