Severus Snape x fem Harry (Hally) Potter
He burns for her for all the wrong reasons, she obsesses and aches for him for all the right ones. Will this be their love story or have the ghosts from their pasts doomed them from the start ?
Hally Potter...
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The library at this time of the morning on the weekend was always nice and quiet. The dewy glow from the early morning sunrise shinned through the pane glass windows and onto the table where Hally was sat.
Hally had kept true to her word and picked up on her research of the potion Snape and her were brewing.
She commenced her search on looking for potions that contained wolfsbane leaves in them and to her surprise— and delight— there wasn't many.
The common one that kept popping up with the poisonous ingredient was aconite or wolfsbane potion which was only used by wizards and witches infected with lycanthropy.
The potion allowed werewolves to keep their minds post-transformation.
Hally decided then to look up the full recipe in an advanced potion making textbook for the seventh year students as she knew they did a small unit on werewolves and found that all of the ingredients perfectly matched with the recipe that Snape was helping her with.
Confusion quickly overcame her as she tried to understand why on earth Snape was having her brew a wolfsbane potion. She was unaware of anyone that was infected with lycanthropy and she doubted they would be allowed in Hogwarts if they were.
How was this potion meant to keep her safe ?
She wasn't a werewolf herself so she didn't have the slightest inclination of why Snape was so adamant on her brewing this potion as soon as possible and all of the secrecy behind it.
From the warded box of ingredients to the way he was refusing to answer any questions on it; something just wasn't adding up and she intended to get to the bottom of it.
Even if she had to pester it out of him.
On the other side of the castle in the seclusion of his rooms unbeknownst to Hally her potions professor had been up the entire night in blatant distress. Pacing back and forth around the small expanse of his bedroom— wearing a hole into the floor over his troubling findings with her the night before.
He didn't know what had possessed him to look.
He knew that he shouldn't have invaded her private thoughts.
He had always vehemently disagreed with Dumbledore continuously using legilimency on unsuspecting subjects who had no awareness or opportunity to defend their minds.
He himself was also a talented legilimens as well as an occlumens but he was aware that a majority of others did not have those same gifts. Therefore could not tell when their thoughts were being read.
