Trust me, Professor (Severus Snape x OC)

47 • Wallflower

Smut ahead.

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He locked me inside my own home. Even my keys did not work.

And so it forced me to go rummage through my drawer for my wand. Even just touching it caused goosebumps to rise across my skin.

For a moment I froze, staring at the stick-looking tool in my hand. My tight grip made my fingers turn white.

«Ah», said Ollivander as he nodded. It was as if he knew the wand and I was destined to meet. Like it made so much sense to him, when all I could do was stare blankly.

The memory of recieving my wand was a painful one. My friends had been so excited for it, but to me it was just a reminder of a tool that eventually killed my mother. Such an innocent looking thing, with such relentless power.

Ollivander pointed to the wand in my hand, the one that just a second ago had glowed and made my eyes glisten. «This came from a willow tree, Miss Lovegood», he explained, «and in its core is a beautiful Thestral tail hair. Not very common I'd say, and takes a great wizard or witch to wield and to hold».

The smile he had given me back then had haunted me for the entirety of my first year. Even his words had confused me. I never understood if he thought me worthy of the wand, or if it was a warning. Nevertheless, it had scared the hell out of me. This despite how warm and at home I felt with it in my hand. It was mine, I knew that — but I couldn't help but feel it was a mistake.

And now, with the wand in my hand again, I was worried it somehow felt abandoned and wouldn't listen.

However, I could not even imagine what Snape would do if he caught up with Martin. So I attempted to ignore my worries and rushed to the door.

«Alohamora», I said, and when the familiar glow came to view I felt my heart skip a beat. The rush was intoxicating, and even more so when it worked.

Yes, I did use magic when working with my products, but mainly with potions. And so my wand was more of a lost relic — of a time I'd tried to suppress.

However, I couldn't help but feel renewed and brighter as I clutched to it. It was 12 inches and reasonably springy. Beautiful, of course, but also... terrifying.

I held it firmly as I jogged down the steps to the street, looking around frantically for the darker wizard I'd grown to love so dearly. A wizard. Was I truly meant for this life, after all?

Snape was striding down the sidewalk in determination. He had no idea where Martin was, and so I imagined he was practicing hurting him in his mind as he fumed. «Severus!», I yelled, running after him, «stop!»

But he didn't stop, nor did he listen. I slipped my wand into my jacket and tried reaching him through the gates of his mind. But they were closed shut.

«Severus!», I yelled again, ignoring the fact that all of my neighbours must have been listening.

He was about to turn on a corner when I thought I'd try the one thing I felt could change his mind. It took a lot from me, however, as I was all too aware that people would judge me for it.

«Severus, get in my bed right now», I shouted. He had just disappeared from view then, but quickly came clumsily walking backwards. I smirked as he glanced in my direction, surely wondering whether I was being serious.