The Curse of Knowing (Severus Snape Love Story)

Chapter Three

Set in 1994, Year Four, 'Goblet of Fire'
Alison Lodge is from 2012

I followed behind him into what must be the dungeons. We walked to the end of the hall to a door and he mumbled his password which I obviously knew was 'Lily'. I rolled my eyes and walked into what was most likely the living room that was lit dimly by the crackling fire place.

"I will fetch you some dry clothes, do not touch anything." He muttered and walked down his chambers hallway.

As I waited I admired the books that covered the shelves on the walls from roof to floor, it was quite an amazing collection.

"Here you go." He placed the neatly folded clothes onto the table next to me. "Bathroom is second door on your right."

The clothes were defiantly not Snape's they were most certainly for a lady - the underwear was a given. But I didn't want to ask where these came from knowing I'd get a rude remark back.

Once I showered and got changed into the clothes I was given, I walked back out in to the living room and saw Snape reading in his chair.

"Glad you could shower and change yourself with out needing help."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed at how rude he could be.

"Look just because you have issues doesn't mean you have to be such an asshole. No wonder all the students here despise you."

His eyes darted up from the book he was reading. If looks could kill I'd certainly be a dead man.

"How would you know a thing about me."

I groaned at myself, not knowing I can put everything I'm thinking into words.

I sheepishly walked over and sat near him on the couch that was ever so close to his chair.

He adjusted himself so we weren't that close. "I don't know how or why this happened but it did, and I don't know how to say it without sounding crazy-"

"Spit it out, Miss Lodge." He was getting frustrated with not knowing.

"You're a character in a book, so is Dumbledore, so is everyone. This isn't real.. and neither are you."

He looked at me for quiet sometime, his eyes almost bulging out of his head.

His facial expression didn't change nor did his stare move from me, and his body remained pushed back keeping his distance, "You're crazy."

My eyebrows furrowed, "What?"

"You're actually crazy."

I stand up in anger, "If you don't believe me read my mind. I know you're very talented at that, so do it."

He stood up and without hesitation realsased his wand from his robe and penetrated my mind, "Legilimens"

I didn't think of how painful this would've been. He looked through my mind, he went for the personal stuff first. I should've known better, he couldn't help sticking his big nose in people's business.

The first thing he saw was me at my Muggle High School, up until last year I was always picked on by these group of popular girls. "Drunk the gutter water, bitch!" they screamed at me. The leader of their 'gang' forced my head into the gutter and I choked on the grey liquid. Thanks to her minion recording me everyone started to call me 'Gutter Mouth'

Than he saw me crying on my floor. I forgot what I was crying about that time, I tend to cry a lot.

The next thing he saw was me at the end of last year, the same girls came up to me but this time I defended myself. I remember this day vividly, I was so angry and fed up with everything my blood boiled and I went to tell them off but the wind blew and a wasp nest fell from the tree near them and they were attacked. They all spent a week in hospital, what was so cool about it is that they thought I did it??? But of course I couldn't, I mean could I?

Then all the important flashes went through my mind, the times I purchased my Harry Potter books, and the night I watched the last movie at the cinemas with my aunt last summer. When he saw me get hit with lightening is when he withdrew from my mind.

I was left panting and so was he.

"How can this be?" He looked upset. I guess I would be too if I discovered my existence wasn't real and I was only a person in a story.

"I don't know."

He took a seat back in his chair,  he looked at me with an expression I hadn't seen before. For the first time he was looking at someone who knew all about him but knew nothing of them.

"You're not intimidated by me, are you?"

That's all he was afraid of? If I was intimidated by him?

"Snape, just because I know all about your character-"

"Don't use that term." Its like the reminder that his existence was even more 'irrelevant' stung. But he didn't know how many people adored him. That he really wasn't alone.

"...Just because I know a lot about you. Doesn't mean you dont intimidate me. Blimey, you're terrifying."

He cocked himself back up like all his authority and power was given back to him by my words. I tried not smiling at how funny it was, because I understood, he hated being weak and vulnerable as did I. Maybe that's why I fell in love with him growing up. But he can't know that.

He breathed in, "If what you're saying is true. Then.. no one .. can .. know." He spoke clearly, "Even though we are... characters... we still have feelings, we still hurt and feel pain. This story is now very much alive and you need to understand, if one word of this is breathed outside these walls, everything in my world could be ruined."

I nodded my head in understanding.

Ooo a secret with the Professor Snape, how scandalous.