Back In Time

Back In Time: Chapter Nine

[[A/N: Granted, it isn't long...and the first part is in third person since I wanted you all to know what happens before Spencer's POV....it's confusing...but tell me what you think of it, ok?  Sorry that it's not super long!  and IAmFred, sorry for the lack of "Sirius Love".... Maybe later on,okay? Okay!]]

Chapter Nine:

Severus Snape walked through the halls of Hogwarts, feeling nervous about something, though he couldn’t quite place why exactly.  He just felt, somewhere deep inside of him, that there was something terribly wrong, and he couldn’t blame it all on the storm, either.  It was normal for Severus to feel antsy when a thunderstorm, much like the one that played outside, was present, but he’d never felt like this before. 

As he passed an alcove in the halls, he stopped as he heard voices muttering to each other.  Stepping closer, he felt guilty for eavesdropping on whoever was talking, but he felt the burning need to do just that.

“Do you think she’ll be asleep by then?”  That was definitely Black’s voice he heard, there was no doubt in Severus’ mind.

“Yes.  She did say she was tired.  Does anyone know where she is, anyway?”  The confident voice that answered Black was most probably Potter, just his voice sent tremors of pure anger through Sev’s veins.   Clenching his fists, he kept listening, already knowing that they were talking about Spencer, his daughter/sister. 

The timid voice was barely understandable to Snape as he listened to Pettigrew.  “I saw her heading outside right before the storm came about.  I’m sure she’s already made it in, however.” 

Severus, feeling his blood run cold, quickly headed off towards the doors that led out of Hogwarts.  Despite his aversion to storms, he walked outside, his entire person being drenched in mere seconds.  He knew in the bottom of his heart that she hadn't made it in when the storm came around, and he remembered her mentioning how they shared their fright of storms.  

The moment he spotted her sitting underneath the tree, he knew something was wrong.  Perhaps it was the way her knees were drawn towards her chest, or how Spencer rocked back and forth, looking slightly insane.  Whichever reason it was, Snape knew that he had to get her out from underneath that tree.

*Spencer’s POV*

A whimper tore through my lips, as lightening struck extremely close to me, just inside of the Forbidden Forest.  The ground seemed to shake and the moment it stopped, my knees seemed to unconsciously rise up until they rested against my chest.  I wrapped my arms around them and stared out at the pond.  It felt like I was in a trance, and I wouldn’t wake up until the storm stopped.  I was stuck here until that time, as I highly doubt anybody knew where I was.  I rocked back and forth, thinking of anything at all that could get my mind off of what was happening to me. 

I jerked around, swearing that I could hear someone yell my name, but all I could see was rain, not even the silhouette of Hogwarts showed through, so I turned back around.  I could still hear my name being called but I knew it was most likely my imagination, so I clapped my hands over my ears and squeezed my eyes closed.  I knew that I was terrified of storms, but hallucinating because of said fear was a bit too much, even for me.

I could feel the tears running down my face, although the rain washed it away before my hands could mop them up.  My eyes stayed closed despite my desperate need to know what was going on beyond them, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t gather the courage to open them once again.

Hands clasped down upon my shoulders and without even thinking about it, I screamed. 

“Spencer!”  The voice was so familiar, so…comforting.  My eyes darted open and a half a second later I was throwing my thin bony arms around his neck.  I was too terrified to feel embarrassed about my display of affection.  He didn’t throw my arms off of him, or back away like I assumed he would, instead he put his slightly muscular arms around my waist and picked me up off the ground.  My legs automatically wrapped around his abdomen and my head buried itself into his shoulder. 

“It’s going to be okay.”  Unlike his usual cold, emotionless self, he was showing compassion to me.  I felt safe, protected in his arms and I barely even realized that he was carrying me until we had made it inside of Hogwarts and I noticed that I could no longer hear the thunder, see the lightning or feel the rain pelting against my skin.  All that mattered at that moment, was that I was safe, and it was all thanks to my father.