Chapter 5

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Your POV 

Christmas was rounding the corner. The end of the term was getting close. Walking through the halls, a couple of ghosts were singing as they went down the hall. Reaching the Great hall I smile gently as I see Hermione with the boys, the boys playing Wizard's chess. 

"I see you've packed." 

"I see you haven't" 

"Change of plans. My parents decided to go to Romania to visit my brother, Charlie. He's there studying dragons." 

"Good, You can help Harry then. He's going to look in the library for information on Nicholas Flamel." 

"We've looked a hundred times!" 

"Not in the restricted section, Happy Christmas." 

Hermione leaves as I stand there, waving to me gently as she disappears into the corridor. Sitting with Ron and Harry I furrow my brows gently. 

"I think we've had a bad influence on her." 

Nodding gently I smile. "I think you have on all of us Ron. How are we supposed to get into the restricted section?" 

After a couple of days, it was Christmas morning. Waking up to nothing for me under the tree, and an empty dorm besides a couple of students I sigh slightly. Deciding to go see if Snape was hiding in his classroom, I grab a couple of things to study and make my way to the dungeons area. 

Maybe Ron and Harry can figure out a way into the restricted section without me, hopefully not getting caught. Knocking on the door to the potions class, I hear the faint 'enter' that Snape always gives. 

He turns from his book as his back is to the door and snaps it shut as he sees me. Walking in I sit at my usual spot and open my books. 

"I assumed you left for the holiday." 

"That would be a long story I'm afraid." 

Looking at him he raises a brow. The door closing as he waves his wand at it. Tilting my head at him for a second as i watch him, he sits at his usual spot. 

"Why are you looking at me like that, Professor." 

He shakes his head stiffly. 

"No reason, carry on with your books." 

"If you want to know the long story, it should be in my file, sir." 

He hums gently as he crosses his arms. "I do not read the student files. I would never have time for anything more." 

Nodding gently I look at him, dropping the conversation, Seeing the curiosity in his eyes as he peers at me. Pondering if he should press the topic further. Ignoring his eyes on me, something that I had gotten used to over the time I spent in his class. Reading my book he shuffles and I glance at him, seeing him writing on the chalkboard, his back to me as he looms over the chalkboard mounted on the wall. 

After reading the book and finishing it I decide that it was time to give my eyes a break. Getting up I headed to the Great Hall for dinner. Watching Snape get up as I did, he makes his way towards the door with me. Holding it open for me enough so I could sneak by him, he closes and locks it as we step into the dark corridor. 

Turning down the hall, he follows me towards the Great Hall. His eyes burning holes into the back of my head, as if he's trying to read my thoughts. Stopping in my tracks I look up at him. 

"Professor?" 

He raises a brow slightly as he stops, looking down at me. 

"Why do you keep staring at me?" 

"You're very puzzling to me. You spend all of your time in my classroom of all places, and you don't go home for reasons that you wont speak about. Upon trying to see your thoughts you always manage to block me, even when I'm sure you aren't paying attention." 

I give a short breath as I look at him. "As I'm sure you realize, Professor. I'm very guarded. I prefer books to people, even Ron, Harry, and Hermione. Taking solace in the words on a page, the smell of a book is something I've done longer than you'd believe. What I've understood is you were the same way, when you were a student here." 

He crosses his arms, as he watches me, his gaze solid as my eyes meet his dark ones. 

"I thought that you of all people, of all Professors, would understand that. I do not fit in with anyone, anywhere." Turning on my heels I felt his eyes continuously on me until I turned the corner. Going to the Great Hall I grabbed something small to eat before going to my dorms. 

Hiding was what I did best when people got too close, or I said something I shouldn't have. This was easier. Facing the things that I had trouble with and blocked out for years scared me more than anything. This was how it was, how it had to be. Though at the same time I couldn't help but wonder what the Professor thought of my words. If he understood where I was coming from or he even had a shred of empathy for what I had to deal with. 

There's nothing I could do about it now, if he understood or not was not something I had time to worry about. For now I had to learn as much as I could to get ahead in class before the term begun. 

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