Angel *currently being edited because I started writing this when I was younger*

1- She fell from the sky

"Look at me." Snape rasped in his dying breath. Harry placed his hand gently on the exposed wound, to stop blood loss. A single tear rolled down his cheek, staining his ash covered face. "Take it." Were his very last words before a flash of light, then everything went dark. Death is a strange feeling, thought Snape, it's like a dream, except I won't ever wake up. Snape was wrong though...so very wrong..

The flash of light was an angel falling from the sky, she had been watching Snape, and has now come to save his life and make him happy. Once she had landed, she flew straight up to where his dying body laid. She burst through the opposite window, startling everyone. "Who are you?" Hermione asked, her breathing rapid. "I am his saviour." The angel indicated over to where Snape was lying on the ground.

"You're too late." Harry sobbed, not backing away from his body. The angel didn't answer him, she just continued walking towards Snape. She bent down and picked his frail body up. "What are you doing?" Harry screeched at this young woman. "You're not the only boy who gets to live." Her voice washed over everyone in the room like silk, calming them down. The angel then flew out of the window.

She flew to Snape's private lab, where she knew that all she would need would be. She laid his form on the long marble table down the middle of the lab, and got to work. She estimated that he would take a month to heal. She had also made arrangements with Professor McGonagall, during that time, for her to work at Hogwarts for as long as it takes. Once she had cleaned everything up, she put Snape into his bed.

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A month had passed and just like the angel had predicted, Snape had recovered from everything...apart from consciousness. But that would turn around soon. The angel had put her wings away and now looked human, apart from the golden glow of perfection that surrounded her like a mist, making her skin look flawless. She walked over to where Snape laid, and moved his head so that it would rest on her lap. She opened her sachet of healing potion and poured a few mouthfuls down his throat.

Snape's eyes slowly opened for the first time. He was in his room, but there was something different (other than the fact that he shouldn't be alive). He then looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes, gazing down at him. "You're awake!" A young woman beamed down at him, gently caressing his cheek. "Who are you?" He sneered. "And what do you think you're doing in my private chambers?" He added, before she had a chance to answer.

"I am Eloise" her voice as soft as a rose petal. "And I saved you're life, so there is no need to sneer like that!" She chastised lightly, giggling at the end. "Sorry, but do I know you?" He made no effort to hide the irritation in his voice. "No, but I've known you for as long as I can remember!" Her smile was sweet -sweeter than he thought he deserved. "I'm meant to be dead." He stated grumpily, frowning for a second. A darkness seemed to enter his eyes.

Eloise sighed, and subconsciously put her hand back to caress his face. "No you aren't. You paid your debts, and dying wasn't one of them." Snape opened his mouth to speak, but only to have her finger hush him. "I know your past." Finally Snape could speak, but couldn't find the words. She was too close for comfort, too...'nice' for Snape's liking. "I sense your discomfort, I'm sorry." She shifted.

"Stay."

Although the word sounded harsh, it made Eloise smile. "So, tell me what's happening, since you seem to know everything." He growled the last bit. "Well, you will return to normal within this month. And I will be keeping a close eye one you." She twirled her platinum blonde hair around her finger. "How close?" He asked, eyeing her up suspiciously. He didn't think he'd handle being in close proximity to anyone for too long, let alone a kind and caring young woman. "I don't think you'll like to hear how close." A hint of pity in her voice.

Snape felt his anger starting to boil as he got inpatient. "Just tell me, witch." He raised his voice, and was surprised when it didn't affect her. "Meaning I will be with you every second of the day..." She went slightly quiet. "And where do you think you're going to sleep? And what about when I teach?" He can't remember asking so many questions! "I'll sleep over there-" she indicated to a mattress in the corner of the room.

"-for this month and then I'll be in the room next door, just in case you need me. And I'll be sitting in your lessons and taking detentions if it gets to much." He took everything in, he didn't like his schedule to change, or involve young women for that matter. He's going to get teased by his students, which is the most irritating thing he has to deal with on a daily basis...or was, now he's got her. "I think it's bath, and bed for you mister!" She talked to Snape as if he were a five year old. God help me if I have to endure this.

"I can bath myself, thank you." He said sitting up and flinging his legs out of the bed, only to have caused excruciating pain. Eloise was at his side immediately. "I need you to lay back in the bed while I prepare things." She helped him back and then changed the bed sheets, and got a tray including, sponge, soap and various other things, with the flick of her wand. "I'm going to have to wash you on the bed."

Snape didn't want her to look at his body. "Isn't there another way?" He asked, helpless. "I'm afraid not, I'll just have to do the same as I've been doing all month." She sighed sympathetically. His breathing became quick, hitching slightly as she undid the top button. "I really must object. You're a total stranger to me." He couldn't take it anymore. "Fine then, use Legilimency, I have nothing to hide, I assure you."

That's exactly what he did, he weaved in and out of her mind. She's a powerful witch, she saved my life, and there is more to her, but I can't quite see, some form or powerful light. He pulled out of her mind, now knowing more about her. "Fine then." Were his final words before she continued undoing the night gown. "Sit up." She ordered politely, and then pulled the nightgown over his head smoothly.

There was only one thing blocking her from bathing him -his black, silk boxers. Where did she even find them? They were in a draw protected by at least ten enchantments. Eloise looked up at Severus, as if to ask for permission. He just nodded, looked away and grimaced. She edged the waistband down bit by bit, slowly but surely, and finally slipped them down his legs and off. She then took the sponge and dipped it in the water. She decided to to bottom to top, leaving his hair till last.

Severus felt the warmness on his feet first, slowly making its way up to the knee, then the thigh...it stopped. He looked down at Eloise, to find that she was bright red in the face. "I-I'm sorry, I-I am not sure how t-to go about this." She stuttered. "Well, I can't do it can I?" He wanted to get this over and done with. She sighed for what seemed the hundredth time, I really wish she didn't do that when-

Suddenly the warmth surrounded the place that made Eloise blush. Severus groaned unwillingly, earning a girly giggle from the cause. "Please just get on with it." His throat felt tight and his voice strained. "As you wish...master." She purred seductively. Everything soon went fuzzy for Severus, and he plunged back into darkness, but the straight back again. He was confused...was it just a dream?

"What happened to me?" He asked, looking at the beauty in front of him. "Once you had used Legilimency on me, and gave your permission, I put a spell on you to sleep until I undid the spell, so it wouldn't have to be awkward." So it was a dream, thought Snape, one that I certainly do not wish to continue, however perfect she may be. His belly rumbled, he was hungry. Taking the noise as a sign, Eloise ordered some food from the house elves to be sent up right away.

"I'm going to arrange the pillows for you to sit up so you can eat." She indicated for Severus to sit up. He shuffled forwards while she arranged the pillows, then shuffled back into a comfortable sitting position. Now it was his turn to make a sighing noise. Then, with a snap an elf with two trays of food appeared. Eloise conjured up one of those bed tables that you get on hospitals, and placed it over Snape.