Duplicate {Severus Snape}

Chapter Nineteen: He Did This

Cassie's POV

'Dont look back'

I didnt. He didnt need to worry. I wasnt going to look anywhere but right in front of me. My pace had begun to sway as I pushed the gates open to Hogwarts. I wasnt sure how I was going to make it, but I didnt dare stop. I knew if I did, he would catch up, he would catch me, and I would be back in that position for another three months. My heart was racing even though I walked slow for someone who was escaping death. My body was covered in many things, whether it was bruises, cuts, or just blood. My long black hair was now cut in different lengths that I was unsure if it was even my hair. My clothes barely clung to me, but I was sure of one thing. My back was covered more in more than just a burn now, I could feel it with every step.

I didnt realize how much my body ached until I could see the courtyard in front of me. I suppose I had realized then that I was safe because my vision was becoming blurry, and my steps felt like I had stones on my feet. Everything was becoming distorted, and I was scared, even though right now, I felt put together. I was sure it was going to change soon just like my strength. I was right, of course, my heart was beating way to strong, it was like I could sense danger now, and I knew I was close enough to people because there thoughts were flooding my head, and I couldnt push them out, which only meant one thing. Whatever shock I was under was wearing off, and it was going by quickly.

I stopped at the entrance, grabbing on to the wall for strength, and for the first time I looked back, and everything then suddenly began to explode in my head. Like a packet of fireworks in a way, I could see him, or at least it looked like him. A dark, hooded man, running to me. For me. My mind exploding with thoughts that I was unsure which one was mine, but I could see it. He was coming back, and he would finish what he almost did to me, mere hours ago.

I opened my mouth but nothing was escaping, I picked up my feet, running and grasping the clothes that clung to me. I couldnt lose now, but my energy was drained, and my vision was going too. I ran into the courtyard, spying a figure in front of me, and at this moment, I didnt care who it was, I needed help, and I only begged in my head that this person would help me, like the people who never did.

My pace slowed down as the figure infront of me grabbed my arm slowly.

"Professor Black?" the boy said questioning.

My body instantly gave out in the arms of the boy, clinging to his frame, scared of the hooded man that I was sure was looking at me now. He was going to come and get me. Oh god. Oh god. Please whoever you are. Help me.

"Help," I said, hearing my voice break instantly.

I could feel his body tense up with my words, but he said nothing, and I didnt feel or hear anything escape his mouth either. I felt his presence leave mine, my mind went to many things, and one of them being that he was leaving me, but just when panic was beginnning to take over, I felt a warm blanket touch me, and when I clung to it, I realized it wasnt a blanket, but a jacket.

I wasnt sure what he was doing anymore besides a few mumbles, I was only hoping that he was casting a spell that could help the both of us. I put my hands over my ears as the thoughts of my students began to fill my ears, and I was sure that in seconds many of the students here were about to see me, and my bruised body. My breathing began to hitch, hands were put against my arms, warm ones, and for the first time since I landed in this boys arms I opened my eyes. My vision blurred for a second but I recognized her, and I finally knew I was safe.

"Potter, can you carry her? We need to get her to Madam Pomfrey immediatley," she asked in a hurry.

My mind was still swirling that I had not noticed the death grip I had on her until I felt my body being lifted. I began to twist away, until I looked up at who was carrying me like I was nothing. It was him. The boy who hated me, he was helping me, carrying me to safety.