Severus Snape x student LOVE STORY

Chapter 17 - the Diary

Adeline's heart pounded in her chest as she sprinted down the corridors of Hogwarts, her hands clutching a small, black diary so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She had finally found it—Malia's diary, the one thing she had been desperately searching for since the moment she entered this world. But the diary hadn't been where she expected; it was discovered in the last place anyone would have thought to look—the Hufflepuff common room.

Adeline had no idea how Malia's diary ended up there, assuming Malia placed it there herself, hidden away in a secret candy locker, but it didn't matter now. What mattered was that she had it. She had seen it being passed around by a group of unsuspecting Hufflepuffs during dinner in the Great Hall as she overheard them discuss finding it. Without a second thought, she had secretly snatched it from the bag of the student who had it, and now she was racing to Snape, almost tripping over her own feet as she dodged other students in the hallway.

Bursting into Snape's classroom without warning, Adeline nearly collided with a table as she came to a stop, waving the diary in front of her. Snape, who had been deeply engrossed in grading papers, looked up, caught off guard by her sudden and frantic entrance.

"Adeline," he began, his voice edged with surprise and concern, "what is the meaning of—"

"I found it!" Adeline interrupted, her voice breathless and urgent. She hurried over to his desk, thrusting the diary towards him. "I found Malia's diary! It was hidden in the Hufflepuff common room. Please, you have to try and open it! It is magically locked." Snape's eyes narrowed as he took the diary from her, his fingers running over the worn, black cover. He muttered a few incantations under his breath, attempting to unlock it, but the diary remained stubbornly closed. Frustration began to show on his face, but Adeline, eying the secret filled note, had a sudden idea sparking in her mind.

"Professor," Adeline spoke, getting the man's attention.

"Yes?"

"Malia and I," she began, her eyes locked on the diary. "We are quite similar, wouldn't you say?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Our eyes, they are the same. And many people say that the eyes are the window to the soul. So, maybe the reason her and I were able to even switch in the first place was because in that other reality... I am her."

Snape looked at her and then at the black notebook, letting out a sigh. "I wouldn't be able to say."

"You know," she chuckled to herself, remembering. "When I just got here and began to study, I spent most days just going through the Hogwarts library. I read everything that had to do with souls and body-switching, or other dimensions... And the one thing I always remembered was that the author, Bathilda Bagshot, one of the most eminent magical historians to date... she wrote about souls. And that it is assumed by many that our souls are connected to other people, mostly from other dimensions."

"What are you saying?" he asked in his usual low and raspy voice.

"I am saying," her green eyes took on a pensive hue. "Her and I are the same. We may be completely opposites but everything we do is the same, just the opposite way." And so the girl leaned in close to the diary, her lips almost feeling the fabric, she still held it in her hands as whispered a single word:

"Pureblood."

With a soft click, the diary unlocked, the pages fluttering open. Adeline rolled her eyes at the simplicity of the password, but her attention quickly shifted to the content as she and Snape began to read through the entries.

The first few entries were mundane—lists of things Malia wanted to buy, calculations of the money her parents had sent her, ratings of classmates, and superficial thoughts. Adeline couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as they continued to read, sensing that there was more hidden in these pages than met the eye. Malia hadn't really used this note for her personal thoughts, Adeline thought she may have had none. But it wasn't until they reached the last few entries, dated just a few months before Malia's disappearance, that the tone of the diary shifted dramatically. Snape read aloud, his voice growing tense as he deciphered Malia's messy, almost illegible handwriting.