His doe, father's lioness(Severus Snape love story)

Mirror

I sat up suddenly, being awake from a nightmare about a corpse of a woman.

'Be careful, Miss O'Neil', I heard an all too familiar voice say. Professor Snape. A candle was lit on the bedside table and I saw his hands.

'Sir, your hands...'

'Your blood'.

'What do you mean? What happened'? I asked.

'Remember the troll, a wood piece was jabbed into your abdomen, you were bleeding badly'.

'Oh', I nervously laughed.

'Why does everyone call you Prince'? I frowned. It wasn't like the professor to ask questions, well, that's what I thought.

'I just like my mother's name rather than my father's'.

'And your scars'? I stiffened up.

'It's... nothing'.

'That is visibly a lie, Miss O'Neil'.

'Stop calling me that, it's (y/n) Prince, not O'Neil, not anything just Prince'. He didn't say anything.

'Go back to sleep... Prince'.

I didn't say anything, I just turned around and closed my eyes. However, I couldn't sleep. My eyes were open for hours and no matter how much I tried to sleep, I couldn't.

'Prince, go to sleep'. I jumped a little. I didn't realize he was still awake, let alone still here. I turned back around to look at his shadow.

'I can't'.

'Then try'.

'I am'!

'Try harder'! I sighed.

'Sure, whatever'.

It was like forever when I had to stay in the hospital wing. I would kill the time with reading. Draco, Harry, Ron and Hermione would sometimes come but Professor Snape would usually come later on and kick them out.

I helped the trio though. They said that in the corridor that we're not supposed to go to was a three-headed dog there. They said it was guarding something, so I helped them with a little reading.

I couldn't really believe that I had to stay in the hospital wing until Christmas Eve. I was reading a book while Madam Pomfrey came to me to just check on me before I go.

Once everything was clear, I went to go to the great hall. I saw Harry and Ron played wizards chess. There were not many people now because they all went home for the holiday. I saw them talking with Hermione. Ron waved me over. I shrugged and walked over.

'She wants us to look in the library again for some information', Ron told me. 'She wants to me help you and Harry'.

'Why me'?

'Well, you're our friend right'? My eyes widened.

'S-sure, I love to be'.

'Anyway, we looked a hundred times, we told you that before, didn't we (y/n)'? I nodded.

'Not in the restricted section, happy Christmas'. And she started walking off.

'I think we got a bad influence on her'.

I woke up on Christmas Day. I took a shower and changed, grabbing my guitar and heading down to the black lake.

I found a nice tree. I climbed it and straddled a brunch. I tuned my guitar a little and cleared my throat.