Unexpected Desire

Don't own Harry Potter, just this idea I'm throwing around.
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“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL JUST HAPPENED?” An outburst from Ron, which had promptly, woke Severus back up.

“Twenty points from Gryffindor,” snarled the Potions master menacingly. He tore off his robes and draped it over the young slumbering woman’s body. Without thinking, he muttered, “Mobilicorpus” and flicked his wand. Nothing. The girl’s body had not moved an inch. He repeated the spell over and over again. NOTHING. Frantic to leave the room, he scooped up the girl making sure she was entirely covered before he ventured on. He kicked open the door and made his way through.

The whole class confused, stared at the door and jumped as Snape barged right back in, still carrying the girl. “I don’t know when I will be back from the Headmaster’s, but I expect each and every one of you,” the Professor let his gaze linger on Weasley and Potter, “to get started on a three-foot parchment for the reasons why the witches and wizards called for familiars and the consequences that followed such a desperate attempt towards gaining power. As well as, finding out where those rare ingredients are located and how their components play their part in the potion and the incantation. With that addition, make it a five-foot parchment.” Content with his assignment, he left. He smirked as the room filled with groans.
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Constance felt she was being rocked back and forth. She gradually awoke to find herself draped in some cloth, in the strong arms of some strange man. His face stoic, cold, and angular; his eyes were a deep black and determined. He obviously hadn’t noticed she stirred. She had absolutely no idea where she was; couldn’t be a hospital… She eyed the strange gargoyle before them.

“Lily’s lovely licorice,” the strange man spat out of his mouth. Despite the peculiarity of her situation, Constance gathered one bit of information: this man was British.

A spiral staircase revealed itself to the two. Now, she was totally lost. What the hell is going on? She stared back at the man and noticed the determination in his face to not look at her, not even glance.
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This simple journey from the dungeons to the Headmaster’s office was entirely too long for dear old Snape. How did she get here? Where the bloody hell did she come from? Snape didn’t bother to knock as he kicked open the door surprising the Headmaster.

Albus looked up in a daze at his Potions Master panting, with a girl in his arms. Was she nude?

“Dear Heavens,” Albus started, “Where did she come from?” He suddenly felt very apprehensive and unusually uncomfortable.

“That is exactly what I want to know,” Snape responded as he motioned the girl to sit down. She clutched the robes to her after realizing her nudity.

Albus, noticing her discomfort, offered her a lemon drop with a twinkle in his eye. She merely stared at the man. “Ahem, yes, well… Let’s start off with an easy question. What is your name, young lady?”

Hesitant, the girl replied, “Constance... Constance Roderick.”

“Ooh! An American! Tell me, how old are you, where do you come from?” The Headmaster inquired.

“Uhh… I’m 19… I’m from Texas,” Her eyes widened. Why did he ask her where she was from? Why did he refer to as an “American” as if she were in a foreign land? “We – We are in Texas, aren’t we? Oh God, where are we? What have you done with me?” She was getting increasingly suspicious of the two strange men beside her and finally felt stricken with fear and hopeless.

Laughing absentmindedly, realizing her fear, “Dear, calm down. I’m Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, school for ‘gifted children’. And the man who brought you here is Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master,” motioning a hand in Severus’ direction, who was pacing about the room with his hand caressing the bridge of his nose. “Please, do not be afraid. We are just as confused as you are. I can assure you our intentions are of the purest ones.”

Contemplating his response, she softened a little, “Hogwarts?" she squeaked out. "School for gifted children? Never heard of it. Now, where. exactly am I?”

“Oh, you are somewhere located in Northern Scotland, that’s for sure.” Constance blinked dumbly at Albus. “You see, my dear, you are in the wizarding world right now.” Her reaction hadn’t surprised Albus one bit. He couldn’t help but smile at her blank face, mouth agape. He looked at her thoughtfully and asked, “When do you come from?”

Lifting an eyebrow to the old man, “When? You mean where, right?” the girl questioned.

“No, no. We know you’re from Texas in America. What was the date you last remember before you, uhh, arrived here?”

As though struggling to find the words, she slowly uttered, “March 15, 2006.” Severus stopped his pacing and stared at the girl. He wondered what the girl’s world was like; was it chaotic or peaceful? Was he still alive? He pitied her a little.

“Why?” Her eyes brimming to the ridge with tears; the poor girl, she was horrified. “What date is it now?” She leapt up and approached the Headmaster’s desk.

The Headmaster coughed, clearing his throat, “Well, it is 31 August, 1998; the start of another school year at Hogwarts.”

The girl winced at the Headmaster’s words as if they were droplets of acid burning through her skull. Everything she had, it was all gone. Every little thing. “Is there any way for me to go back? Please, send me back! Please!” She looked around her frantically, beginning to cry and her unsteady legs went out from under her; she collapsed to the floor sobbing. Severus reluctantly went to her side, bent down and put his arm around her shoulders; he would not do so typically, but in her case, he truly pitied her.

“Stop your crying, child,” He demanded. “How are we going to clear things up, if we cannot get through your sobs?” He tried shushing her and tightening the embrace to calm her down. All Albus could do was give that damnable smile of his; damn him.

She didn’t want to stop crying, but because this man requested it from her, demanded it from her, she did. This confused her, but thought nothing more of it. Severus helped her up and motioned her to sit in the chair she previously leapt out of. She took the seat sullenly; disappointed he broke contact with her- What the? Where the hell did that come from? She barely knew the man, suspected him of kidnapping her, and now she was put out because he released her? She wondered if this was a dream of hers… Wizarding world? Fucked up, indeed.

“Severus, what were you doing before she… popped by? Can this woman be sent back to her time?”

“I am not sure, Headmaster. I was lecturing to my students about the ritual of Pygmalea, the calling of a guardian. I did not perform it, seeing how I do not even have a sixteenth of the ingredients necessary, nor the desire to call such a thing. I merely said the incantation and then she appeared.” The potions master couldn’t help but scowl. He was not angry at the girl, but at himself. Why did he have to say the incantation aloud? Was it really that necessary? The gods can be so harsh sometimes.

“Ah, I see. Well, that puts a hamper in things, doesn’t it?” Albus took a deep breath. “Constance, as much as I would like to send you back to your time and state (literally)… I am afraid that it is not possible. You see, this particular incident of calling a human instead of a magical creature has only happened once before. This special ritual usually calls for said creature to protect the witch or wizard performing it. A human has never been conjured except once, about two centuries ago to be exact. The wizard, Jeremiah Uriah, himself was not in any peril, but simply conducting an experiment. Apparently, he was trying to change the purpose of the ritual: call for a familiar, but one that would follow blindly, a familiar that would not question the master’s actions and follow accordingly; one that would not desire a sacrifice from the conjuror, but from itself. A very, very farfetched, confusing experiment, but one he thought was worth going through.

He ended up calling a muggle, a person that is non-magical, woman from another time, about a year ahead of everyone. Not knowing what to do and immediately regretting performing the ritual, he messaged the Council, who would later create Ministry of Magic, for their assistance. The Council tried many times to send her back through various rituals and spells. They went to her hometown and searched for information about her, but found no record of her. She no longer existed. Her husband was not married to her, but another woman. Her children were no longer hers. Her parents did not have a daughter. Once she found out, the truth overwhelmed her and she killed herself. Ran off a cliff, I believe.” Albus released his gaze from the girl and popped a lemon drop in his mouth.

The girl looked stunned and increasingly pale. It seemed much worse with dried blood on her face. She glanced about, then steadying her gaze on the old man, “So… What you are telling me is that I no longer exist in my time, or at all for that matter. I have no family, friends, or significant other. And should pretty much run off a cliff like a god-damned lemming?”

Albus coughed as he slightly choked on the lemon drop; Severus snorted. After taking a swig of his water and smoothing his long, white beard, Albus replied, “My dear, I did not mean it in that way. But yes, once you were called for, the process of getting you here had altered your existence. You do exist, obviously since you are sitting here, but any record of you whatsoever, any relationship you have ever had no longer exists. It is believed that the previous conjured woman’s existence was erased to ensure the balance of the world, one that must be kept.”

She really had no way of getting back home. She didn’t exist. Physically, she does, but Constance Roderick, does not exist. Her name has no meaning, her memories, pointless. If she were to approach her family, they would have absolutely no clue as to who she was. And of all the things she could possibly want at that moment in time, she wanted to be wrapped up in her father’s arms, telling her it was all a bad dream.

Trying to suppress the urge to cry, Constance cleared her throat, “So… what am I to do now?”

“For the time being, I would suggest that we get you to Madam Pompfrey to tend to your wounds. I think you should be treated and rest before we talk anymore. What happened to you before all of this, dear?”

She looked at him in surprise. She had totally forgotten about the accident, the stinging pain came back as soon as she realized it. Stumbling for words, “Car wreck. I was about to be plowed over by a huge truck, until everything went black.”

“Probably a good thing Severus got to you first.” Albus darted a glance at Severus who was scowling at his slight praise, if you could call it that.

Albus told Severus he would meet with them shortly and told the two he had business to attend to. Albus arrived shortly after Constance and Severus were in Pompfrey’s care, relieving Severus of his presence, sent him back to his classes. But Severus had his own questions that needed to be answered; he motioned for the Headmaster to follow him.

“What am I supposed to do with the girl?” Snape hissed.

Dumbledore blinked, “I do not know, Severus. She is your guardian.”

“You cannot possibly believe that I am actually supposed to – supposed to keep her?”

“What else can you do? It is best to put her to use, what she was intended for. There is probably a reason why you were able to call her, under the circumstances.”

“That’s the thing, Albus. It was incomplete; there was no potion, no desires. How can this happen? I am already in enough danger as it is. The girl is only 19 and has no magical abilities. She will die protecting me; this is absurd! I will not have it. I do not want that guilt on my hands. They are bloody enough as is.”

He brought his fingers up to his temples and began to massage them. This new responsibility was too much for him, he definitely did not need this. First, a girl pops up in front of him, literally, whom he is stuck with until she completes her task, and he could not even perform a simple spell this morn… The spell!

“And what makes it worse, is that I was not able to perform a spell on her, ‘Mobilicorpus’. I was forced to carry her due to my inability to cast the spell. I tried numerous times, but she would not budge. I'm obviously under too much stress to even take care of this girl.”

Albus looked at him as if he gave him the answer to a rather annoying riddle. He smiled his usual smile and replied, “I will see you later, Severus. Hurry back to your classes. The second one just started.” He turned and hurried away to Pompfrey. Severus raised an eyebrow to the Headmaster’s sudden behaviour. Slowly gathering his bearings, he stormed off to the dungeons to attend to his classes.
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The idea still has yet to come... :)

I have quite a bit written out already, but hit a bit of writer's block 'cause I'm not sure where I want to take this story...
Helpful hints always appreciated.
And just to make sure, if anyone goes to fanfiction.net and sees the exact same story.... Great Teacher and I are one in the same... duh. :D Although it's not exactly the same, since I keep revising it :^/