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If You Could Chapter Four Beauty's Rose Mag held carefully onto Snape's hand as they walked along Diagon Alley. She had Snape take Polyjuice making him into a different male with short multicolored, young soft features, and bright blue eyes so they could walk along the street. It had change vastly since Severus had last seen it. It now bore large buildings with even larger moving pictures, what he could only believe to be muggle plasma screens, on them. All baring advertisements for products for the local shops, or GeneCo surgery's, or Mag's slender face. "Did you have to make me look like I am some- I don't even know what the rig

Holding Onto Me Chapter Three Beauty's Rose Snape lifted his hand softly, and placed his hand over Mag's face. Her soft marble skin cool to his touch. Her eyes delicately open instantly look at him. He was laying on his side, facing her, and with his body propped up by his arm.  "Hi," she whispered softly letting out a soft yawn. "Hello," he said tenderly back. "It's already morning?" She asked, as he pushed her fallen hair behind her ear. "Yeah," he answered. Carefully she sat up and looked to him. Her hair fell down her naked body that wasn't even under the covers. He wrapped his right arm around her, and placed his other

Beauty's Rose Might Never Die Chapter Two A Deeper Look Mag's head lifted off her pillow, and she heard a soft snoring off in the corner of her room. She sat up to look over for the source, but as she saw it she remembered. Snape laid peacefully wrapped in the small blanket on the cot. His legs bare legs dangled off, and hair was tattered. She laughed slightly and crossed over to him. "Severus," she said softly, shaking him. He grunted, and opened his eyes, which met hers, reminding him he was alive. He smiled up to her, and his stomach growled. He sat up, and remembered he had gotten hot, and taken off his clothing leaving only h

Beauty's Rose Might Never Die Chapter One Blood Line Snape felt his senses now growing after so many years of blackness. He could see around him his old dungeon which was only occupide by a woman who was facing away from him. He watched as the long brown haired woman pulled off her top, exposing her porcline back to him. He tried to open his mouth but nothing came out. The woman reached over to her left and grabbed a knife from the table. The blade the sunk deep into her lower hip, and she bent over in pain, calling out. Instantly she dropped the knife, that was now dripping crimson onto the floor. It clattered loudly, and her hand