It started with a disorder

Riddle me this

YOUR POV

I sat down on one of the students desks in the potions classroom, watching the candles slowly bounce in one spot, making the pretty flame flicker. Professor Snape sat down on a chair in front of me and he sighed. 

"Would you wish to talk about it?" He asked politely. I looked down at my thighs, his face close to the top of my head. My hair flowed in front of my eyes. It didnt matter, I was semi blinded by the salty tears that built up in my eyes. I shook my head slowly and drowned myself in my hands. I felt a soft hand move mine from my cheek. I sharply looked up and he placed his hand on my face, in the same place where mine was. I looked him in his sad eyes, they were also full with tears. This confused me as he was called by the other students, dungeon bat, greasy haired pig and other horrible names that I disagreed with.

"Please don't tell anyone, if my father finds out" I stuttered softy, "If my father finds out he is going to blame it all on you" 

He looked at me confused, his eyes made it clear he wanted an explanation. I put my hand over his and rested my head in his hand. 

I trembled, "He works at the ministry with Umbridge and he adores her. Im more than sure that he is sleeping with her. He will find a way to pin it all on you if he finds out" I paused. Why did I want him stay at Hogwarts anyway? He bully's everyone, and by law he should have been locked up a long time ago. "I don't want you to go" I whispered, to softly for him to hear, no matter how close he was. He let go of my cheek and walked up to a cupboard. 

"Biscuit?" He asked. I shook my head, not looking up at him. I could feel his eyes burn into my skull as he just stood there and looked at me. I scoffed and nodded. This time he only brought me one biscuit and sat back on the chair he originally sat on. 

"I'm going to help you" He said, whilst I looked down at my biscuit. The chocolate started to melt on my fingers. I rubbed my thumb and my index finger together, creating little flakes of what most would say chocolaty goodness. 

"I don't need your help, with anything in that matter, I've dealt with everything myself and I like it that way" I hissed. He shook his head a chuckled. 

"No offence, Darling, but you're not doing so good dealing  with it yourself. You're as thin as a twig and sat crying in my classroom, so automatically that indicates that you want help." He sneered back. I was left speechless. He was right, I knew he was and he knew it too. I felt pathetic even trying to deny. I put the biscuit aside on the desk and opened my mouth to say something but I shut it. Tension filled the air as we looked each other in the eye. No one said anything, we just stared and it felt so normal, like we do it every day. I finally broke eye contact and looked at the black clock that hung on the stone wall of the old classroom. 7:34. Breakfast ended in 1hour and 26 minutes. 

"Fine, if you don't want my help, whose help are you getting because you need it" he asked politely. I shook my head and a tear fell down my cheek. Once he said that I felt lonely, me and Draco have been drifting apart and I had no one else, apart from Luna but she wasn't a big help.

"I haven't got anyone else" I whispered, loud enough for him to hear. He stood up and hugged me once more. 

SNAPES POV 

I wrapped my arms around her. I pitied her. As we hugged, her aroma filled my nose. Freshly picked apples, coffee beans and fresh parchment. I benignly let go of her and I saw her roll her (y/e/c) and nod. 

"Fine," She said "I will let you help me" I wasn't surprised, she is usually a quiet student and did what she was told. I picked the biscuit off of the desk and gave it to her.

YOUR POV 

He handed me the biscuit and I sighed. "But profess-" I began to say but he interrupted. 

"Eat and also, you do not have to call me Professor or Snape when we are alone, call me severus or in your case 'sev'" He said, Walking away. He sat on his desk and started to mark some parchment. At first I thought he was marking first year tests but when I got closer, offering help with the marking, I caught a glance of the title of the paper. 

'Dear Minister Fudge' he wrote swiftly with a black quill. I snatched the parchment from the desk and tore it up in front of him. 

"Weren't you listening to me?" I asked, "You WILL go to Azkaban if you send a letter off" 

"She cannot get away with this (y/l/n)" He exclaimed, slamming his hands on the desk making me flinch. 

"Well tough, she is ministry and they always win" I said softly, my voice wasn't as sharp anymore.

"Go to bed, I will tell Dumbledore that you are ill, now go" He demanded. I looked in his eyes and they told me he didn't want to argue about it. I gave in and headed off to bed. 

As I walked down the halls, the stone clacking as I put all my weight on it, I saw Umbridge walk passed me. Her crystal blue eyes haunted me, they reminded me of everything that had happened the night before. I made my way to the Ravenclaw tower, crying. Soon, I arrive at the portrait that hung low on the wall. 

"So," She began "I can only live where there is light, but I die if the light shines on me. What am I?" 

I hesitated for awhile, thinking of my answer

"Shadow" I replied unconfidently. After several seconds passed the door slowly opened.