Always:MCUxHP crossover~S.Snape

-9-

I was right. The fresh air was exactly what I needed. The crisp, autumn air offers me a sort of comfort, something I've been longing for, for a while now. I remember when Wanda and I were grieving Pietro's death, we would often times find ourselves walking around outside the compound.

"I see him in everything." Wanda tells me, breaking the long but comfortable silence we shared. Both of us to fragile to speak about it.

"So do I. I used his favorite cup this morning, and it felt wrong. But, it also was kind of..comforting in a way? I mean, it was his cup. He argued with Tony all the time about it." I chuckle. "I don't want to forget him. His touch, his calming presence, his voice. But I can already feel him slipping away from me." I choke, trying to hold back the tears I've been keeping in for so long. I didnt want to forget him, my only brother. And Wanda has enough grief on her own plate to deal with, she doesn't need to see me break as well.

"Oh, Nattie." She embraces me tightly, and for the first time since he passed. We both cried. Together.

It wasn't something either of us wanted, to be holding each other while we cried. But it was something we needed. Something that had to happen for us to finally begin to move on.

After a while of crying and hugging, we let go. She wipes my tears with her hands and kisses me on the head.

*Hush my darling, it'll be alright.*

Her words were soft and gentle. Hearing mama's words come out of her mouth in the same, soft and sweet way she would always talk to us when we were little, also helped comfort me. She held my hand, and we headed back towards the compound.

We decided to sleep in her room, both of us too awake to fall asleep yet. So we turned on an old sitcom and sat together on her bed. We were quiet for quite some time, just enjoying the sitcom and each other's company. I remember my eyes feeling heavy, so I laid my head on Wanda's shoulder, falling asleep soon after. And for the first time in what felt like forever, my dreams weren't haunted by Pietro's dead body. In fact, I drempt of my future. There was a man, with black, shoulder length hair, and he was holding a child. Our child. I couldn't see his face, and I have no idea who he is. But I can't wait to go back to my own universe and meet him.

"Natalia." I hear a familiar voice and open my eyes, the image of my sister and I fading away until it was nothing but a memory. I turn and see Professor Lockhart standing a few feet away from me. I look at where we are, The black lake is practically at my feet, I'm on the platform, Lockhart standing just a bit behind me.

"Oh, hello. What are you doing here?" I ask him, my body turning itself subconsciously to face him fully. I wrap my arms around myself in a weak attempt of blocking the cold breeze. It's definitely much colder down here than at the castle.

"Minerva was looking for you and said you weren't in your chamber, she asked me to help look for you. She says she has something for you." He smiles, walking closer to me.

"You know, I'm going into Hogsmeade tomorrow evening, fancy having a drink with me?" His cheeky grin makes my stomach twist. Something inside me is telling me to leave. Now.

"Uh, not tomorrow. I have..plans with Minerva after dinner." I smile nervously and try to walk past him, but his hand flys up and lands on the beam next to me, blocking me in.

"Ah, well it'll only take a bit. I'll have you back in no time. Come on, I know you want to."He puts his other hand on the beam so both of his hands are by my head. Now I'm really blocked.

Without him noticing, I send a flash of my power towards the castle, hoping that someone might see it and get my signal.

I try and shove him off me, telling him to back away, but he doesn't listen. Instead, he does something completely uncalled for. He starts touching me.

His hand grips my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"It's awful cold out isn't it? Why don't we cuddle closer, help keep each other warm, eh?"

"N-no, get off me! Let me go." I'm shoving him away as hard as I can, but he's too strong.

"Now, now. No need to be shy about your feelings towards me. I know how you feel, I see the way you look at me." He tries to come closer, his eyes slowly closing and his lips start to pucker.

Oh hell no.

I'm about to break my own rule of not using my powers on anybody here, but Lockhart's suddenly pulled off of me rather harshly. Snape pushes him to one of the beams opposite of where I'm standing. A terrified look covers Lockhart's face.

"Don't..go near her. Again." Is all Snape says, and it's enough to frighten Lockhart enough to actually listen to him. With one final shove into the beam, Snape let's go of his collar and walks towards me. He doesn't say anything, but guides me away from him with a hand on my back. There is a long and slightly awkward silence between us. My mind is going over everything that just happened. Now being able to process what happened fully, a tear falls down my cheek, but I quickly wipe it. Not wanting to cry in front of Snape. What I don't realize, was Snape had seen the tear fall and me wipe it away, and for some reason, that set something off in him. But he ignored it, wanting to get out of the cold and back to the castle as quickly as possible.

We make our way in, the warm air inside covering us in a comforting blanket from the cold. He walks me through the long corridors towards my chambers, both of us silent the whole way. We both have something on our minds. Me, my my mind started to drift back to the book, and while I can't read his mind. Snape is most definitely lost in his thoughts, because we walk right past my chambers.

"Uh, we-my room is back there." I point behind us at the door we just past, confused as to why we are still walking. But instead of stopping, or even slowing down, he grabs my wrist and pulls me deeper into the depths of the castle.

The hallways get darker, and colder. It feels colder down here than it did outside, and that's saying something. I don't recognize the way we are going, the hallways start to look unfamiliar and the paintings are all new faces to me. All I'm wanting is to be back in my room, asleep under the covers, maybe even read a book if I feel like it. But no, I'm being dragged to who knows where with a man that while yes he did just save my life, still doesn't like me. And I'm not too fond of him.

We weave our way through the eerie hallways, the occasional sound of wind, along with our footsteps are the only things echoing the dark hallway. He pulls me around a corner and I see a tiny stairway going down, apparently that's the way he wants to go. He lighs his wand with his free hand and we plunge into the darkness. Where he is taking me I still have yet to know. Maybe it's my ultimate death. He could've been plotting to kill me since I got here, I wouldn't blame him, though I don't exactly know his reasoning behind him killing me. I guess we'll find out. But I will say, this is not a cool way to die.
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A/n: Hey!! sorry it's been so long, I've been struggling to find time to write lol, plus I have a few other stories I'm writing, along with an original story by me I'm working on, so it's been really hard to sit down and finish this. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this, please be sure to comment and vote, I really appreciate it from you all, especially Lindamaulindacancer for voting for every single chapter. I appreciate that so much thank you!!!!!!! Anyways, love you all and make sure to drink water🤍