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Take my Breath Away	By : EmmariaDawson Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 4785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Here is chapter 3 everyone. Dont forget to review and rate please.
-Emmaria

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Chapter 3
The first day of the semester (Snapes View)
**She turned to look him in his eyes, the deep onyx color portraying concern and devotion that most would not pick up on. He stroked her cheek and looked into her eyes. “They can’t know, not until it is finished.” She said. He leaned in and placed a delicate kiss on her lips as his hand snuck up to brush the small tear away from her eye. “It will all be alright in the end, if we make it through this I want to be with you forever.” She wrapped her arms around him and leaned into his chest. His heart ached for her. They had already lost so many people to this danger that had enveloped the school. No one could escape, no one was safe. They were betting against an unknown force to try and destroy it. Suddenly the castle shook and she jumped away from him. Her eyes frantic as she caught his. “They could not have taken another one already!” She exclaimed, “It’s too close to the last time. Why is it getting faster?” They took off to the point where the previous victims had been found.
7 people had already turned up dead. No one was safe. No one could leave. No one knew what was after them. All they knew was that for the past week, every 24 hours, someone had turned up dead. The last of which had been 10 hours ago. It could not have happened again so soon. They arrived at the location; the steps leading to the front door by the great hall. A crowd had already gathered. Most were crying. But standing on the side was Ron Weasley comforting a very distraught Harry Potter who was wailing at the top of his lungs. For there on the ground covered in a blanket of roses with diamond crystals adorning her neck was Ginny Weasley. The woman next to Severus let out an audible gasp and stumbled forward towards her friend “No! Ginny, it can’t be Ginny!” she wailed. This was the 3^rd of her close friends that she had lost. She wept on the ground about a foot from where her friend lay. She could not get close to Ginny, as a force field of some kind covered around her body and would stay in place until the next person showed up as it had for everyone previous victim. It harmed anyone who tried to touch it and several people had already ended up in the hospital wing with nasty burns. Looking at where her friend lay she noticed a note attached to a cord that was laced in her friends hand. It read “Nam qui experiri in nobis. Tu morte moriemur.” Her eyes widened as she recognized the Latin phrase. This was not the natural phenomenon Severus had thought. Someone was doing this. The woman suddenly jumped up and turned around whispering to him as she passed, “Severus, we have to fix this now! We have to figure out what they want and how to stop them. I can’t have them take someone else from me.” She walked passed him and back towards the dungeon. They had so much work to do, his heart hurt for her, for all the students. They did not need this, not now after so much loss. **
Severus woke as the dream ended. That one had been chilling, the look on her face was intense distress. He loved this girl and he had no idea who she was. The image was not clear, but the dreams had gotten worse. He rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Running his hands in the water he then splashed his face with the water to wake up more. The dreams were so puzzling and could not explain anything to him. The first few where it was just him loving her, he didn’t question those but accepted them as dreams. But once the topic changed to this impending danger, he began research. He was unsure where to start. But now that this dream had revealed that the danger was someone else’s doing and not natural cause he had a lead. He hoped that this was not true. But with as realistic as these dreams had been, and with all his previous training. There was no reason to second guess his gut. He finished getting ready in his teaching robes. Since he had to actually make an appearance as an instructor.
Severus had been keeping a low profile since last year’s incident with Nagini. Minerva was the only one who knew he had been alive until the teachers meeting 5 weeks ago. The shock on everyone’s face had been evident. He hadn’t told them how he had survived, he hadn’t even told Minerva, but her respect and understanding for him had insured that everyone respect his wish to not talk about it. It was painful, and he had wanted to give up. But he had endured the months of recovery. But for now he had to finish getting ready. He had a Slytherin/Gryffindor 7^th/8^th year combined class first thing this morning. This was either going to be a stressful day or amusing. He looked forward to shocking and scaring the students with his presence. He finished buttoning up his vest and places his black cloak over his attire. His boots were charmed to silence when he walked and the cape of his cloak charmed to flair dramatically as he walked. He was a menacing force that was designed to scare the students. He succeeded on a regular basis. Today however, all of his students believed he was dead which was fine with him. He was too late for breakfast, so instead he decided to find a place in his classroom that would give him the best advantage to enter from so he could observe all the reactions to his sudden return.
Severus had decided on a grand entrance through the front door which lead to the storage room. He would use the Ostendes spell to make the door a one way window so he could see and hear the students but they would not know he was there. He would also not present himself until the students began getting restless. “Oh yes,” he thought, “I will relish in their faces.” Moments after positioning himself students began filing into his classroom. He listened to them chatter and was glad that so far it appeared the normally divided group appeared to be getting along with each other. Which wasn’t easy since most of the Death Eater families had come from the Slytherin group. But everyone had lost friends and that caused them to start bonding with the Gryffindor’s and the rest of the students. Even Draco who still seemed aloof was sitting in the back laughing with his friends. Severus had not thought that he would come back to school this year, but was very proud of his Godson when he saw that he had indeed decided to come.
Severus let the students stew for 10 minutes, and when Hermione granger began to get up to go get someone, he couldn’t help but grumble “Insufferable know it all.” He suddenly shoved the door open with exuberant force ensuring that is banged against the cold stone wall of the classroom. He didn’t move, but let his voice carry over the classroom. “Ms. Granger, if you would so kindly return to your seat and stop disrupting my class we can begin our lesson. Also 10 points from Gryffindor for your lack of behavior." She had suddenly froze in her spot at the front of the classroom. Her eyes snapped to the darkness coming from where he was standing. She appeared to be about to pass out. The deer in the headlight look did not appeal to her good side. He stepped forward out of the room and glared at the students. “Do you need help back to your seat Ms. Granger, or perhaps you would like more house points removed?” He growled as he moved towards his desk. Hermione scrambled back to her desk and sat there with her mouth open. Almost all of the students were doing the same thing. “Good,” he thought to himself “The reaction I was looking for.” He grabbed the potions text book off his desk and flipped it open. “Get your books out and turn to page 95. We will be brewing the Sanitatem piscium, your instructions are in the book and the supply list is on the blackboard.” As he said this he flicked his wand at the board and the supply list began to appear. “You have exactly 1 hour to finish the potion and have it bottled on my desk. You may begin.” As the students grumbled and scrambled to get their stuff he thought to himself, “Yes, I do believe this will be a good year.”
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NOTE
Translation:
Nam qui experiri in nobis. Tu morte moriemur. = For those that test us. You are doomed to die.
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