Hearts are Blind (Severus Snape X OC)

A Boy's Sacrifice

CHAPTER WARNING: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE

A Boy's Sacrifice

Another scream echoed down the hallway, as Clover skidded around a corner. Now that he was this close, he was pretty certain where the noise was coming from. And it actually left him feeling a bit relieved. No screaming was good, but if it was coming from the Hospital Wing, well... at least it was more appropriate, wasn't it? At least there might be a reason for such a commotion coming from that part of the castle.

Then again...

Well, I'll find out in a minute, anyway... He thought to himself, as he puffed along and headed for the last stretch of corridor before his destination. One more turn and he'd just be a few paces away. He had to pass by a hall that branched off to another part of the castle and then the Hospital Wing was directly after that. He didn't think about the fact that someone might be coming out of that corridor. Possibly even at the same speed—

Wam!

Clover's forehead and shoulder crashed painfully into another body and with a cry, they both fumbled to the ground.

"Ah!" The boy held his brow and stared out from under his fingers at another student who was also holding her head.

She rubbed skinny fingers against the flesh of her temple and glared with cat-like green eyes at him. "Gulping gargoyles," she cursed and scrambled back to her feet; long hair fluttering with her movements.

For just a moment, he thought it was his sister. They had some of the same mannerisms and very similar frames... but the dark hair was a dead give away.

"Amph!" Clover exclaimed with surprise. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't see you!" He got to his feet, as well.

"Obviously!" The girl huffed, watching him rise back to her level. "What did you expect, barreling around without even looking?"

"Hey," the white-haired boy said, pointing at her. "You're the one who came around the corner faster than—"

A loud moan bellowed down the hall and both of them shuddered in surprise. Then the moan grew loud and turned into a full-blown wail.

"STOP-STOP-PLEASE—"

Clover and Amphetia looked at each other with wide eyes for a moment and then they both took off toward the Hospital Wing.

Clover knew who it was now. He'd never heard her this distraught, but he recognized her voice.

It was Beatrice.

And his suspicions were confirmed when the two of them skidded to a stop at the doorway to the infirmary. They both held onto the doorframe and stared with disturbed eyes, as they finally saw what had happened—what was happening.

Beatrice lay in one of the hospital beds. Sheets and pillows were bunched and tangled, lying halfway on the floor or several feet away. She was flailing and kicking so violently, she could have been possessed...

Except it was another person she was fighting against.

A woman sat above the girl, straddling her hips, hands holding either side of Beatrice's head. Clover wasn't sure if he'd ever seen her before, but she looked somewhat familiar. She wore a black cloak that shimmered slightly in the infirmary's torchlight. Her sandy hair was pulled back to the sides of her head, twisted into a few braids with sparkling, silver strands woven throughout, and then cascaded loose down the center of her back. Everything on her gave off some kind of shimmer: her hair, her cloak, the silver rings on her fingers, the shining loops through her ears.