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Chapter Three

Sylvester ran from the great hall, not caring where he ended up. He ran out of the castle and towards the woods.

"Sylvester!" He heard someone yell after him. The boy ignored them and continued to run. He ran far into the forest before he stopped and looked around. He caught his breath when he heard a twig snap. He got frightened and ran. He didn't run far for he got grabbed. "No! No! Let me go!" He screamed. "Shh, Sylvester, calm down!" He heard Snape who had grabbed him from behind and held the boys back to his chest and his arms to his chest. Sylvester kicked and cried. "No!" He sobbed before his knees became weak.

Sylvester's knees gave out and he was slowly lowered to the ground. Still being held closely by Snape. "Let me go!" Sylvester whimpered quietly. "Shh, you're okay!" Snape said softly. "No." Sylvester whimper softly as he felt himself drifting to sleep. Snape gently lifted the boy up bridal style and carried him back to the castle. "No." Sylvester whimper softly once again. "Shh, sleep, Sylvester, you're okay," Snape said softly. Sylvester couldn't hold it in any longer. He drifted to sleep in Snape's arms.

Sylvester woke the next day and he slowly opened his eyes. He was comfortable and didn't want to get up. He closed his eyes again and sighed. Seeing he couldn't fall back asleep he reopened his eyes. He looked around and slowly sat up. He slowly got out of bed and put on some black jeans and white long sleeve fishing shirt. He put on his blue 'parkour sneakers' as Callahan used to say. He got dressed and brushed his teeth and did his morning routine before going downstairs. Quietly, hoping Snape wasn't down there.

He got to the bottom of the stairs and quietly peaked out. He saw the coast was clear so we left the dormitory. He ran to the great hall. He peaked in and no one was in there. He smiled and entered. An elf popped up and handed Sylvester a water bottle. "Thanks." Sylvester thanked the elf before running outside. He put the water on a rock before taking a deep breath and focusing. The teachers were in the tower talking and looking out when they saw Sylvester run out.

They were all very impressed as they saw the boy do many flips in tricks on the grass where he stands. "A talented one he is!" Professor Moody said. "Yes indeed," Dumbledore replied. Snape couldn't help the small smile that crept onto his lips. Unbeknownst to the adults, Sylvester is very athletic and loves playing sports. Sure he's not the biggest fan of quidditch but he does love sports like baseball, basketball, soccer and even hockey. Gymnastics was his absolute favorite though. He and his brother would do flips and tricks together all the time.

It was coming up on lunch and Snape was going to make sure the boy ate. So he went outside to fetch him. He was about to call his name when the boy did a complicated flip and landed on his ankle wrong and falling to the ground with a thud. Snape was about to run over but the boy quickly jumped up and moved his ankle and put pressure on it. "I'm fine!" Sylvester said as he saw Snape walk over. "I can see that," Snape replies. "It's time for lunch," Snape said. "I'm not hungry," Sylvester replies and walked away. "I don't care. You need to eat!" Snape said to the boy. "Yeah? Well, you need to mind your own!" Sylvester growled back. Snape looked at him before storming over to him. Sylvester stood his ground and just glared up at the older man.

"You better get to the great hall and be ready for lunch if you know what's good for you!" Snape's silent threat goes over the boys head. "No," Sylvester said back. Snape glared at him before grabbing his arm and dragging him inside. "Stop! Let me go!" Sylvester growled and tried to pry the mans' hand off his arm.

Snape silently sat the boy at the table. Sylvester stood to walk out but was grabbed and sat right back down. The boy didn't like being shoved back down in the chair so he started to fight against him. "Sylvester listen to me!" Snape said as he got the boy in a grip where he couldn't hit him. Meaning his back was against Snape's body while Snape held his arms over his chest. The boy huffed in annoyance but listened. "You need to eat. I know you say you're not hungry but you need to eat three meals a day to stay healthy!" Snape told him. "I don't bloody care!" Sylvester growled.