The Tower
The astronomy tower had easily become your favorite place after you where done with classes for the day.
A few weeks had already passed. Four to be exact. Each day seeming to get easier than the last.
But as you'd known your whole career, it is exhausting at the end of each day. So you come up here. The view of the land outside Hogwarts, the forest, the lake, everything was absolutely beautiful. The wind blows softly up here as you lean your arms on the railing that overlooks the school. You close your eyes and allow the wind to blow all your nerves and stress away.
In these four weeks you'd run into Professor Snape quite a bit. At first just glances as you pass by, but they've turned into small nods of acknowledgment as the days pass.
The other professors do make small talk with you during meals, but you don't bother getting too close with them. You never where any good at making Friends, you feel you're safer without them, and their safer with you out of their lives. Especially now.
You've gotten better with moving things around, but after a few trips to the library you decided to steer clear of it. That same voice calls you to the same spot every time. You've wondered if you should tell Albus about it, but you figured it's just best to ignore it all together. whatever it was, it wasn't good.
And that was the only thing you were certain of these days.
Maybe you'll never know what you are. Maybe you're supposed to be left in the dark the rest of your days. Maybe albus is right about you asking someone for help. But if he doesn't know, who the fuck will?
With that though, your head starts to pond again. But this time it's different.
The sound of the wind goes silent.
Everything feels like you're trapped in a glass case, all the sounds around you muffled.
You try to focus and push it back, but It won't move. It just get's stronger and pushed you down.
Then the ringing. it's loud and sends a sharp pain through you. You grasp both sides or your head and try to find your way back to the surface.
Then a hand is places on your shoulder and everything stops. You open your eyes and stand up straight. There's no after shock, it all just stopped in an instant.
"Are you alright?" you hear behind you.
you turn to Snape's voice as if nothing happened.
"I'm perfectly fine, thank you," you say softly. His eyes narrow. "I just get headaches sometimes, no big deal."
He removes his hand from your shoulder and raises his eyebrow. "Really?" he asks.
"Just a simple headache," you say. He hums.
"How often do these headaches occur?" he asks.
"At least one a day, maybe a few depending on how stressful the day might be," you say. You aren't technically lying, that is your running theory.
He hums again. "Professor Dumbledor has asked me to assist you with something," he says, clearly not interested in the previous part of the conversation.
"With what, exactly?" you ask.
"I do not know, he said you knew what I'd b here to assist you with and you would explain when the times comes," he says. "I assume you know what he's talking about?"
your blood runs cold. You aren't ready to tell anyone else, but of course Albus can't help you as much as you hope he could. But still, you freeze and say nothing.
Instead of speaking you turn back and lean your arms back over the railing of the tower. Now that' you're not looking at him you can speak.
"I told Albus I'd seek help when I was ready, and I am not. You may leave."
For a moment he doesn't speak.
"Then perhaps you can explain to him why every time you enter the library you end up at the Darkhold," you look at him. "Or you could just tell me," he says.
"I don't know hat you're talking about." you start to get defensive.
"The Darkhold, the book of the damned that corrupts everything it touches, and for some reason every time you enter the library it calls out to you," he says.
"You've been watching me," you accuse.
"I have. Mainly because that book wouldn't call out to a muggle. which would make sense considering I don't understand why Dumbledor would ever let you in here otherwise."
"Great way to make you seem approachable, thank you," you push past him and walk away, but he grabs your arm to stop you.
'I don't know hat you are, but pretending to be something you're not will not get you anywhere. If you won't tell me I'll find out myself." he releases your arm.
"Good to know," you say. "goodnight Professor."