The Healer // Severus Snape Love Story

11

"What happened?!" Madam Pomfreys voice whispers as I step out of the hospital wing change room wearing my regular clothes.

"There's been another attack!" Albus says.

Just as I'm about to finish my late hospital shift for the night, Albus and Minerva carry a small Gryffindor boy I believe to be Colin Creevey onto the nearest bed. I rush to the bedside along with Madam Pomfrey.

"I believe he has been petrified.." Minerva nervously states. "Perhaps he managed to get a picture of his attacker?" She motions to the camera still clutched in the small boys cold hands above his face.

Albus pries the camera from his hands, revealing the boys face frozen in a terrified expression. He slowly opens the camera, but to no avail, it sparks and explodes into a cloud of smoke. 

"What does this mean, Albus?"

"It means our students are in great                   danger, Minerva. Mr. Creevey was fortunate. If not for this.." Albus holds up Colin's camera. "He would surely be dead."

I gulp at his words as I place my hand over my chest to calm myself. "I suppose you shall notify his parents?" I suggest to Albus.

"Of course." He says as he reaches for my hand. "Again dear, I want you especially to be cautious" he sternly looks me in the eyes.

"I will Albus" I partially smile at him.

***

I patiently wait for potions class with the sixth years to start. I decided to change my schedule up a bit and listen on the sixth year classes over the second year because the content is much more challenging. I already knew a lot of the things the younger students were learning so I asked Albus if I could join an older class. I also feel more comfortable around the six years only because they are around my own age. I mean I love all the first and second years, they're absolutely adorable. I just feel less idiotic sitting amongst much older teens.

Hardly anyone has arrived for class yet given a few students who have nothing better to do.

I scribble away at my sketchbook as I'm 10 minutes early. My mind is all over as I try to recollect on the past events that have occurred in my short period here at Hogwarts. Events. Mrs. Norris, Collin, my weird dreams.. Severus.. I chuckle quietly to myself. Albus told me Hogwarts was an interesting place. Boy, was he right. My time here has been nothing short of eventful.

I frown and cock my head sideways looking down to my drawing. I sketch a few missing wisps of Toms silky hair.

Of course it seems crazy sketching a boy I have never met before, but I sketch everything I see in my dreams. I always have. I am determined to figure out what the dreams I endure mean and sketching the images helps me think better and maybe see clues I never did before.

Not only were those strange dreams occupying my mind heavily, I was also praying that whatever had happened to Mrs. Norris and Collin does not continue.

Now I understand clearly why Albus seemed worried. And my new understanding gives me even more of an incentive to absolutely not tell him about my dreams.

Feeling my sketch is completed I flip the page back to my drawing of Mrs. Norris. I remember almost every little detail about her thanks to my near photographic memory.

"Hello, Okay if I sit here?" a Ravenclaw girl with dark skin and brown hair and eyes sits down beside me. I look up from my book slightly startled.

"Of course! Hi" I smile. "I'm Reselda" I extend my hand to the pretty curly haired girl.

"The muggle nurse right?" She questions, taking my hand. Her hand is warm. I smile brighter.