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Bella Snape (Harry Potter Fan Fic)

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 Chapter 3

Bella woke up with a bad feeling. The room was dark and quiet. Silence was something that Bella wasn’t used too. Her father wasn’t exactly quiet when he came in from his nightly drinking parties; thumping around the kitchen looking for goodness knows what and shouting rude words that drifted up through the ceiling and penetrated Bella’s innocent ears. At first she didn't really remember why she felt bad, but as she blinked through the gloom…trying to remember…it hit her like a bullet being shot at full speed. Last night's events Oh, no! She bit her lip and started to shake. He…didn’t shout; he let her stay. She wondered, now that it was morning, would Snape kick her out?

She slid out of bed and quickly stood up reveling in the fact that the room didn’t spin and made her way towards the living room where Snape sat. He was reading a newspaper, but the look on his face made her hesitate for a moment, then she pulled herself together and stepped forward "Sir?" He looked up and stared at her through his obsidian eyes. She felt like she was trying to charm a snake. If she broke eye contact he could strike at any moment. She truly felt ashamed of herself.

"Sit." He told her and she knew better than not to obey. So she sat without meeting his eyes. He got up and a minute later he came back with a plate of pancakes. She stared at it like she couldn't believe her own eyes. Wait? He has done all of this for her…after what she had done yesterday? "Well,” he frowned “Do I have to order you to eat or do you think you can manage that yourself?" His face was set in a scowl. Bella nodded and started eating. She hadn't realized how hungry she had been.

He got up and pulled out a... stick from his robe. Bella didn't want to ask since he clearly didn't like her questioning, so she just watched him as he pointed the stick at her and mumbled some words under his breath. It was strange because a minute after she felt... healed. She glanced at her arms and her bruises...they were gone! He handed her a small vial of purple liquid. "Go to bed and drink it." He ordered. Bella really did want to ask, but decided not to. Even if she had no idea what the Snape man had given her, she knew he wasn't going to do her any harm.

She nodded, but before she went back to the guest room she spoke. "I truly am sorry for my actions last night. I hope you can forgive me." When Bella didn't get any answer she just said, "Thank you for all you have done for me."

Snape didn't say anything because he really had no idea what to say. Normally he would have thrown her out because of what she did. There was something about her; she looked so innocent. He knew she didn't want to do anything cruel and thought about how her parents had threatened her. Maybe he should just be nice to her until she is well again. What would he do then? Well, he would think of something.

Bella drank the potion and within seconds she was asleep. When she woke up she felt completely recharged. Her fever was down and her body didn't hurt anymore. On the edge of her bed there were a pair of jeans and a sweater. She quickly pulled them on and walked out. The Snape man was sitting in the kitchen reading. "Do you mind sir?" She asked politely. He glanced up at her; his face was set on a scowl. Maybe that was just his regular facial expression. He nodded, but stayed silent flicking through his paper. She sat down opposite him. After a while she looked up and staggered backwards. She would have fallen on her butt if it wasn't for Snape’s strong hands gripping her. "Th-the picture…it m-moved!" She managed to blurt out.

Snape pulled her up to her feet. Okay, he needed to make things clear for her. "Sit." He ordered. Was his voice always this emotionless? "You are a witch," he said after a while.

Wait what? "I‘m sorry," she said not knowing what to do. She thought for a second; he didn't hate her. He sighed. "I am a wizard and you are a witch. There is nothing bad about being a witch. When you are a witch you can perform magic." Bella didn't believe him one bit. That is just... impossible. Yet, it would explain why so many strange things happened around her. "So when you healed my bruises with that stick...was that magic?" She asked. Snape rolled his eyes like she was the stupidest person in the world. "Yes and it is called a wand." He hissed, something that made her shrink. "Sorry sir. I won't ask."

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