Yeah, OK, Lucius is several years above Sevvy; but for this fics purpose he's in Sev's and Remus's year.
I don't own HP; only this plotbunny. XD
He sat slumped in an emerald green sofa, eyes open but not seeing; successfully ignoring anything and everything around him.
Lucius Malfoy gave him one last glance before following Narcissa out of the common room; leaving Severus Snape by his self.
'Well, if he was late to Transfiguration; on his head be it' thought Lucius.
Severus sighed, staring at the same spot on the wall.
He closed his eyes; his first voluntary movement in hours. His eyes had begun to sting, and he wouldn't give into crying. Even if he was alone.
He scrunched up his eyes, and bit his lip. No, he wouldn't cry, he wouldn't!
The door to the Common room blasted open; and a white haired wizard burst through.
Severus did not move, did not even acknowledge the other man's presence. He continued to watch the wall - no, not even that. He might have been looking at the wall, but honestly; was that was he was seeing?
No... Severus was lost in his memories.
Albus ran over to the Slytherin boy, and put a hand on his forehead, then both hands on his shoulders.
"Severus? Severus can you hear me? Are you hurt?" His voice was urgent, demanding a reply.
The boy remained as still as ever.
Headmaster Dumbledore shook the boy a little; yet there was no reaction from him.
From the door to the common room; a boy of roughly the same age as Severus worriedly looked on.
"Remus? Run and get Madam Pomfrey." Albus called over to him.
Lupin paled and turned on his heel, vanishing into the inky darkness beyond the common room's candlelight.
"Come on Severus; wake up!" Albus muttered, waving his hand back and forth in front of the boy's eyes.
A lone tear escaped from Severus.
Dumbledore let go from Severus as if he had been shot as goosebumps raced up the boys arms.
"Severus? Come on, you can do it, child." Albus coaxed.
The tear traced a trail down Severus's cheek, yet the boy still didn't move.
Infuriated, Albus stood up and started pace; tempted to 'ennervate' the boy.
"Dumbledore? Headmaster Dumbledore what is it?" A woman's voice echoed through the Slytherin corridors, and within seconds Poppy Pomfrey appeared at the Headmaster's side.
Albus merely pointed, and watched as Poppy knelt down and attempted the exact same as Albus to no avail.
Frowning, Poppy cast several quiet diagnostic spells on the innert child, then leant back on her heels, stumped.
"I, I don't understand." She muttered.
Remus slowly walked over, and stood next to Dumbledore; his eyes never leaving Severus.
"I... I didn't do anything... I.. at least... I.. don't think I did..." He admitted in a small voice to Albus.
Albus put an arm around the young werewolf, "You didn't do this, my boy. You didn't hurt Snape, he... " Albus looked to the black-haired boy who was crying, statue-still. "He's just in shock..." Albus finished.
Albus removed his arm from Remus, and took Poppy's position infront of Severus, "Anchor me, Poppy."
He then took a mental jump; into the troubled mind of Severus Snape.