Duplicate {Severus Snape}

Chapter Two: The Potions Master

Cassie's POV

My body instantly jerked as I woke up from another dreadful dream. It took me a minute as I looked around the room to realize that my bed sheets were on the ground, along with any pillows that I had next to me. My body seemed to be covered in my own sweat, but I could not even acknowledge that with the blinding light that was peering from my curtains. The time of day I was unclear of but I was sure it wasn't morning anymore, and Merlin, was I thankful that today was not my first day teaching.

I pulled myself off the bed, starting up the shower to rinse away the dream I just had woken up from. It always seemed that the more my body was stressed the more the nightmares would occur, and what was even worse was that I could never remember a glimpse of them. No faces. No scenery. It was all just black. I stepped in front of the shower, closing my eyes as the water ran down my body. I still had no idea how I was even going to do this. Everything at this moment just seemed impossible. Teaching was impossible. Helping that asshat of a man was impossible. Hogwarts was not seeming to help me in any way, but not that it ever did anyways. I was stuck.

I turned the nob off, wrapping the towel against my wet body. I went back into my room, grabbing my wand and flicking it to my closet, letting it pick my attire for the day while I made sure I didnt look as if last night happened. I looked back into my reflection and I wanted nothing more than to smash it in pieces. This girl, woman, in front of me was not me, and was someone I had not recognized for years. All I knew what that I was here for one reason, and if it didnt work, I would go back to who I was in that secluded life, the life I loved dearly.

I brushed the tangles with my hand, dapping away any imperfections my face seem to have before turning the light off, and going back into my room. I grabbed the clothes laying on my bed, throwing them on, tucking my wand in my clothes and making my way to the kitchen for some much needed coffee.

My nostrils were immediatley filled with the scent of coffee and it was then when I went into my small kitchen, a lady who I have known most of my life was standing there with a cup in her hand, staring at me with glimmering eyes. Molly put her cup down at once throwing herself at me, wrapping me in a giant hug. I didnt reject her at all, instead I too, wrapped my arms around her figure, putting my head on her shoulder. Her scent was still the same, as well as her face although I could notice the years on her, but she still was the woman I considered a mother.

"You have changed immensely, my dear," she said grabbing my face in her hands.

"I guess thats what age does to you,"

"No, that is what six years does to you. I, as well as the rest of us, have missed you greatly," she said letting my face go, as she walked to my small dining table.

I followed behind her, taking a seat next to her. She handed me a cup as she continued to stare at me waiting, and what she waiting for, it could be many things. Maybe an apology, or an explanation, but I had neither and I was sure she knew that.

"You know I tried to stay here," I said looking back at her sweet face, " I asked for a sign, a message, a reason, and I got it all in one,"

"What they gave you was not a sign, what they gave you was at the hands of pure evil,"

"It was a message, and I took it loud and clear, Molly. I never looked back after that, but I never left you, or Godfather, I made sure to keep in contact even if it was at a far," I said, reaching out to comfort her which unlike most, she quickly took.

I could easily see the hurt that was displayed on her face, I could feel my stomach turning at the sight of it. She was not one I wanted to hurt, but I knew that as soon as I left, I was bound to hurt someone. I huffed as no more words were said between the both of us, but I still looked at her memorizing her face like the last time I saw her, all those years ago.