Y/n and the potions professor - in progress

1. The bitterness of him

A/N: Hi Everyone. This story is based off of a series I've created on TikTok in case you wanna watch the series on there. I've written this story due to popular demand. You're welcome to pm me if you have anything you want me to add to this story. Don't forget to vote and comment! Hope you enjoy!

Pairings: None
Warnings: Panic attack, hypothermia

Learning all is not what it seems is a key factor in life. Once one can decipher reality from perception, things grow increasily easier. But for Severus Snape, he was sure he'd got things all worked out. He was sure he could separate imagination from what was in front of him. This was not the case, as he was to soon learn.

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The day Y/n L/n joined Hogwarts as an overexcited bubbly first year, it took Severus approximately a minute to decide she was a Hufflepuff. And he did not question his judgement. She was loyal and excitable and dedicated, natural Hufflepuff traits. So naturally he was just as surprised as the rest of the students and staff when the sorting hat screamed "Slytherin!" just mere moments after it was placed upon her head. And from that moment on she was a Slytherin, although even by the time she reached her 4th year, Severus was still questioning it.
She was bright; there was no doubt about that. She had such potential, and her potions exceeded the standards of any other students her age. And she was focused
(most of the time). And her essays were always a joy to read. And granted she was ambitious. But still it didn't feel like she was a Slytherin to Severus.
But then things changed over the summer. When she came back to school, she was quiet and he immediately noticed her not participating in class. Usually the first one to have an answer, along with Miss granger, she wouldn't answer a question unless directly asked. The standard of her work and homework had slipped, too. The essays Severus loved to read, sometimes weren't handed in at all.

Now, he often saw this in students her age. Once they became teenagers, they stopped working hard, stop trying. So naturally he decided a few detentions would sort her out. So each time she handed in a faulty essay, or got a bad grade, or didn't meet deadlines, he was harsh on her. "Tough love" was the approach he took to such situations. He would make sure she knew he wasn't falling for her nonsense.

One Monday morning, he was teaching her class 1st period. It was a Slytherin/Ravenclaw class: his favourite split. But he was not in a pleasant mood as he had been grading papers late the previous night and was functioning off of three cups of coffee. So he certainly was not pleased when he entered the classroom to see Draco Malfoy messing about on the table, showing off some new spell he had learned. "MR MALFOY! WHAT IN MERLINS NAME DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" He shouted, causing the blonde boy to jump.
"Uh, um, n-nothing sir." He stuttered. But Snape was not standing for this nonsense.
"Congratulations, you've just earned yourself a weeks detention." Draco looked as though he wanted to protest, but clearly knew better. Severus warned the students to take their seats and went to the front to begin the lesson. Over the weekend, the students had been expected to write an essay on the properties of Wolfbane. Severus went around the room, collecting the essays. Almost every Ravenclaw handed one in, while almost all the Slytherins did, aside from Crabbe, Goyle and a few others. Detentions were handed out to those students. Finally Severus reached the back of the classroom, where Y/n sat. "Essay, miss Y/n?" He asked. "Um, I forgot, sorry sir." She muttered. He could not believe it. Not again. And maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the caffeine, or his lack of patience, but he began to yell. He told her exactly what he thought of her work, in front of everyone. And while he was busy blowing off steam, he didn't notice she had began to hyperventilate, or the tears running down her cheeks. He only stopped when she pushed past him and ran out of the classroom.
He didn't know what to do, he still had an entire class to teach. So he decided to let her get on with it, underestimating the seriousness of the situation.
Whilst he was teaching, she was not okay.

She ran out of the classroom, through the hallways, outside. It was only November, yet thick, white snowflakes fell. She should have at least worn a scarf, or a robe. She had underestimated the cold. But she wasn't thinking about any of that as she felt a panic attack starting. Tears blurred her vision as she collapsed into the snow, shaking violently and hyperventilating.

Severus ended the lesson after only half an hour. He gave the class the rest of the period off because of how guilty he felt about how he'd treated Y/n. He shouldn't have taken his anger out on her. And now she had run off somewhere. So he strode around the castle looking for her. But he found her nowhere. His heart dropped. Wait, she couldn't be outside, could she? No. She wasn't that stupid. Or maybe she was. She hadn't looked very good at all. He pulled on a scarf and his overcoat, venturing outside to look for her.
After minutes of searching, still no luck. Now it had been over an hour, and he was growing more and more concerned. What if she had gone out in the snow? She could have caught hypothermia by now, or worse.
He knew he should go back to Hogwarts as he had papers to grade, but this was far more important. He found himself scared that because of him something might have happened to her. He was slowing straying further and further away from the castle, when he heard whimpering noises. He followed the sound, and found her. His heart dropped at the sight of her. She was collapsed in the snow, not even wearing a robe. Her skin had a unhealthy bluish-purple tint to it. Her lips were blue, and she was shaking throughout her body. Tears fell from her eyes. He was at her side in a moment, guilt washing over him. "I'm so sorry y/n, I shouldn't have yelled at you. I didn't mean it." He touched her forehead. It was cold as ice. "Your going to catch your death out here. Come on, let's go inside." He said, his voice breaking. She was still crying. "But why do you hate me too?"
"Y/n I don't hate you. Come on, please come inside. For me?" He begged.
She nodded and rose, but she was weak. He supported her body as she walked. They went a different way through the castle, so no one would see. He unlocked the door to his quarters and let her inside. He lit a fire in the hearth and made her a hot drink, and brewed potion to rise the temperature of her body. He wrapped her up in blankets. But he soon realised that his selfish intentions to hide her from Madame Pompfrey, in fear of getting questioned about how this had happened on his watch, could be putting her in danger.
So he took her to Madame Pompfrey, who gasped at the sight of her. She took her into the hospital wing then came out a few minutes later to talk to Severus. He explained what had happened and she told him to visit later.
So he left and went to grade  papers. But the whole afternoon all he could do was feel guilty and think about her.