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I was beginning to feel like I was spending more time in Dumbledore's office than anywhere else at the castle. The walk from the Quidditch pitch to his office had gone in a blur. Professor McGonagall had her arm wrapped firmly around my shoulder the entire walk, holding me to her as if she was afraid she might lose me if she let go. Professor Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick had come running behind McGonagall, before Professor Slughorn came lagging behind, a look of concern and uncertainty on his face. I hadn't watched as they had levitated Professor Snape and began steering him towards the castle, but I could see the image of his face in the thoughts of those around me, and they made me cringe. I had gone too far. I knew if Professor McGonagall hadn't come when she did, there was a very good chance that he would be dead. What had I done...

I leaned my head into my hand, my elbow resting on the arm of the chair as Professor McGonagall stood beside me, her hand firmly on my shoulder. She didn't think that I was going to try to run, but she also had some reservations, and she wasn't going to risk anything happening while under her watch. She really didn't need to worry though. I was not going anywhere...

I didn't even bother to look up as the door behind us swung open, someone in mid sentence as they entered the room. I kept my head down as Professor came around the corner and sat down at his desk chair, the now familiar voice of Professor Flitwick reaching my ears. Even though the man was still in mid thought Professor Dumbledore waved his hand and he stopped speaking instantly. The entire room was dead silent, including the portraits that had been mumbling to one another when it was just Professor McGonagall and I in the room. I was going to be expelled. I nearly killed a professor...how could I not be expelled? This thought also flashed through the mind of someone in the room, but I couldn't tell whom. A couple of people had come in behind Professor Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick, but they were completely silent and I could tell from their general essence that they were being completely serious.

"Abby," Professor Dumbledore said softly.

At the sound of my name I looked up at the man. I was sure I looked terrible. My whole body was still freezing, making my skin even paler looking than normal. It had never taken me this long to get back to a normal temperature, and I wasn't entirely sure why, but now hardly seemed like the time to ask.

"Can you tell me what happened?" he asked.

Professor McGonagall gave my hand a little squeeze of encouragement.

"I was under the bleachers talking to Draco Malfoy," I said quietly. "We were getting ready to head up to the stands when Professor Snape stopped us. He wanted to know what Draco and I were talking about, so I told him, but he didn't believe me. He wouldn't let me leave, and I was frightened, and it just...happened."

Everyone is the room was staring at me, waiting for me to continue but that was all that I had to say. "Did he physically try to stop you?" Dumbledore asked.

I nodded. "He pushed me against one of the wooden poles."

Dumbledore nodded softly.

"Are you really going to believe her word?" a man behind me asked. I didn't recognize the voice, but I was too nervous to turn around and look at him. Luckily for me the man took a couple of steps forward so that he was more in front of me. "Severus Snape has never had any complaints made against him in the past, and is incredibly professional. Unless she has someone to back up her story, I'm inclined to believe this is a lie."

The man was tall, maybe around six feet five inches, and was wearing a long, black cloak like some members of the ministry wear. He had blonde hair that had streaks of dark brown in it, and beady brown eyes that were so dark they were almost black. His face was structured in such a way that he could have been carved out of stone, but his complexion was deeper than nearly everyone in the room. He had gloves on his hands which I couldn't help were shaped into fists. I shifted in my chair somewhat uncomfortably.

"Innocent until proven guilty," Professor Dumbledore said, eyeing the man somewhat skeptically. "No one here is questioning Severus's professional mannerisms, but at the same time Abby is not someone that would harm or act in such a way if it hadn't been necessary, or at least if she hadn't felt it necessary."

"Well then she can give us her memory of the event so that we can see it," he said taking another step forward.

"Is that really necessary. Why don't we at least wait until Severus is awake so that we can see what he has to say," Professor McGonagall retorted back, shooting the man a nasty look.

"No one..." the man started but was stopped by the second man coming up and putting his arm on the man's shoulder.

"Now, now, Thorus, there's no reason to get rash. Minerva brings up a good point. We'll wait for Severus to wake up, alright?"

This second man was built and looked nearly identical to the Thorus, but his hair was a strawberry blonde color. I assumed from their demeanor that the two were brothers, and unlike his brother his voice was sickeningly sweet rather than deep and throaty.

"We'll just head on down to the hospital wing to see how Severus is doing, and once he's awake and we've heard of his side of things, we'll come back up with any further questions we may have," the man continued, giving Dumbledore a friendly smile.

"Thank you Reverus," Dumbledore said softly. "Professor Flitwick perhaps you would be kind enough to show Thorus and Reverus where the Hospital Wing is?"

Professor Flitwick made a little nod of the head before leading the two brothers out of the room, closing the door behind him with a flick of his wand as they went. I kept my eyes on Professor Dumbledore who looked like he was going run after the men and cast a horribly unpleasant spell on them.

"Abby, we don't have much time. I need you to come with me."