Starting right after the last book, Severous Snape has not died, but awakes in a healing clinic days after his brutal snake attack. As Voldemort is defeated, Hogwats and the wizardry world has to be put back together again. Snape needs some mending too, as he has lost his purpose and lust for life. Who better to mend him than a mysterious, counseling vixen?

Chapter One- Awake

Light. A blinding light.

He blinked

A buzzing… no mumbling…Someone talking far away.

Too far to hear what they were saying.

Blink

His eyes focused on a single light shining above him. A bulb…just one…hanging on a high vaulted ceiling. A white ceiling.

This light was not a beckon to the afterlife as he now began to remember what he thought it was, originally. The gates to…what?

Heaven? He hardly believed in it. Just like he hardly believed if such a place did exist, he would be invited to it, welcomed even.

So what place was he and this bulb coexisting?

Sure terror ran through Severous Snape's mind as he began to the collect the memories of the last events he remembered. That snake. Voldemort. Harry Potter bending over next to him.

Was it all over? Only one could live…What if Voldemort and his dark forces had won?

Was he now in a Death Eater's quarters recuperating? Had Voldemort decided to let him live in order to enslave Severus for the rest of his life?

A shudder went through his body. Which now with the adrenaline running up and down his spine, he began to feel his limps. He moved his fingertips, then his toes. They ached in response.

How long had he been gone?

And if there was no duel? If both Harry and Voldemort still were both alive and he was saved by the members of the Order, surely he would have to live in hiding till the battle did occur. He was a man now of no country, no degree.

Severous was a traitor to the Death Eaters and a murder to the rest who did good. He was a man on an island, burning both ends of his reputation…relinquishing any right to survival…Surrendering his right to a life.

As he began to sit up, he quickly slammed his body down on the bed again as he heard footsteps and a voice draw near.

"Has he awoke yet?"

"No. Unfortunately it seems as though he might be stuck. He's been in limbo now for four weeks."

"Four Weeks." Severous repeated this in his head like an alarm. His body tensed up again, but he lied motionless while he heard a door swing open. Severous decided that if it was a Death Eater, he would pretend to remain in this comma state till night fall and then devise an escape.

"He twitched a few times as we were conjuring, but other than that, no response."

"I'll take my chances. Maybe he just needs to hear a familiar voice?"

"You can try. Sorry to say it hasn't done any good in the past. Harry Potter, such a fine young man, has been here to see him twice a week, sometimes even three times."

Harry Potter was still alive and if Potter was visiting him that would mean that Severous was safe, for the time being. He lifted himself up from the small white bed. A cry greeted him. It was a pump older woman with long, curly grey hair.

"You're awake!" She exclaimed, holding her pudgy hands to her heart. "I must tell everybody!"

Before Severous could even question where he was or what events followed his…death? Unconsciousness?...The woman was out the door and he could see who was with her.

A familiar face…Minerva Mcgonagall and then another face came into his mind and Severus tried to swallow the guilt collecting in a lump in his throat… Dumbledore.

"Why hello Severous. So nice to see you're doing better."

"Professor Mcgonagall, I hardly know if I am…"

Minerva's raised her eyebrows as she interrupted, "I do not want to overwhelm you with information, since you only just came into consciousness, but I did come to deliver a request and will inform you about everything I know."

"Yes. Please do not hesitate."

"Voldemort is no more." Mcgonagall's eyes began to glitter. Her tone in her voice heightened as there were no means to stifle her excitement. "The boy has conquered the evil."

Snape's eyes widened in disbelief, but he did not interrupt.

"Not every loose end is tied. Many were killed. Remus, Nymphadora, one of the Weasley boys...Fred." He could see her jaw line clinch and then unhinge to reveal more.

"The school was left in shambles and is currently being reconstructed and cleanse from the evil..." He voice trailed off, "that took place there."

She took a minute to recover her composer. Severous studied her complexion. Minerva looked old, weathered.

She started again, with a light smile, "Our world as we know it has been starting rebuild itself again. A lot of students plan on attending after this holiday and I plan on being there to welcome them. That is why I come here after all of this with a request…"

Minerva paused. She shuffled in her seat next to the bed uncomfortably. "We may have not always seen eye to eye Severous…but it has come to my attention as well as everyone else's the great courage and perseverance you have shown through these trial times. This has arrived to me to give to you."

As Severous looked down to Minerva's hand, he just started to notice a piece of parchment clinched tightly in her right hand. She placed it on the bed and waited for him to read it.

Severous looked down and instantly recognized the letter's wax crest… The letter was already opened, but he could still make out the familiar mark signifying the parchment's author…Dumbledore.