It's rare to keep keep your tattoo, they normally fade out by around the age of fifteen, because there isn't the other half to your riddled message, no one perfect enough to be assigned as your soulmate. Clementine Whitlock, a shy girl with a big heart and an even bigger crush on the Potion's Master, Professor Snape, is shocked when her tattoo finally disappears because of him. She quickly realises that the teacher she previously thought would be a teenage crush might end up being her lifelong partner. Will they be able to continue their separate lives, only meeting in secret, or will they finally succumb to the desires that can't be quenched? Tw: Self-harm, abuse, neglect, mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts, swearing, mature content. Most characters belong to JK Rowling

It's your last year at Hogwarts and you couldn't be more exited. Especially because you get to see your favourite professor and crush since fourth year, him being none other than the black-haired Potions Master Severus Snape. But not everything is what it seems when strange symptoms of an ancient curse start to surface in your life. Will you confess your feelings to the man that stole your heart? Will he accept you? Does he feel the same? You've always known anything between you and Professor Snape was forbidden but once you graduate and your life is at risk everyday, what will happen between you two? "I don't want you to go" "I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be in your heart, Severus" "You promise? "No. I swear it." I'll update at least once a week until finished :) DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters that appear on this story, this is fanfiction. All the Harry Potter franchise belongs to the amazing J. K. Rowling. I also do not own you :) Started: April/14/2021 Finished: August/14/2021

That night. The night that changed everything. I can't breath as I run. Where to was a mystery to me. All I know, is that Dumbledore is not on my side, that I am just a tool. 'I can't go back,' I thought. 'He's going to send me back.' I grip my arm, which was bloody, open wounds covering it, and continued to run until I run into someone. "Oh Merlin, I sorry, I have too-" "Potter?" I look up, and almost faint when I see the Potions master towering above me. TW: Rape, suicide, self harm, and abuse. NOT SNARRY! HARRY IS THIRTEEN/FOURTEEN IN THIS FIC! PLEASE DO NOT CONSIDER THIS SNARRY!!!!!! Do not repost on any other website/account without my permission.