Dark blood -First appearances, New beginnings

Helllllllllllllooooo everyone out there:) Ok so starting a new story here because I had this complex and yet interesting idea for Harry Potter and wanted to write it to see how it turned out (going through a Severus phase:).

Tell me what you think. Should I carry it on (or not)? More importantly do you like it? Your opinions matter and I would love to hear them so please leave them in a review (you guys know how this works). I do want to get better at this and the only way is if I have all of you so tell me what you think;)

Thank you!

Oh yeah-The chapters will get longer!

He opened his dark eyes and stared. He was in the shack from before only this time it was vacant and filled with an old, rusty yet familiar kind of smell. He decided it wasn't very pleasant.

Severus Snape lay there silently taking in the sights around him. He was awake which was unexpected. He tried to move his bruised limbs but couldn't because he kept slipping on the blood surrounding him. Oh so that's what the smell is. It soon occurred to him that he was alone, unable to move and lying in a pool of his own foul blood. He closed his eyes.

"Why on earth am I here?"

All of a sudden the door to the shack burst open and a strange figure in grey strode in. It looked strangely familiar to Severus but he couldn't be sure if it was a friend or foe. Not that it mattered. He couldn't defend himself anyway. The figure came closer until he towered over Snape. If this mysterious man wanted to he could easily kill him in just one spell. Yet he didn't have any weapons or anything, not even a wand. So not a death eater who had come to finish him off then.

While Severus sat there contemplating the various possibilities he missed the movement about him and how the man was now sitting beside him and observing him. Caught out of his daydream Severus turned his head, despite the agony to see who would stare at him so. He still couldn't tell but there was something familiar about him. Before Snape could say anything however, the figure placed one of his hands under Severus' back and pulled him close to his chest. Severus was shocked. Who!? Who would even...!?

"Wh-what...do...you want...with me?" He tried to hiss but it came out more as a raspy kind of sound. Well if he had wanted to seem menacing that approach was now out the window.

"Hold still child. You are badly injured and in need of assistance."

Severus' obsidian eyes widened. No! It can't be! I am pretty sure I...

The figure put his other hand underneath his knees and slowly picked him up from the horrid floor. This didn't make any sense. He looked up to face his old friend.

"A-Albus!? Is...is it really...you?"

The old headmaster smiled.

"It has been a while hasn't it? Oh yes, and would you care for a lemon drop, Severus?"

The hospital wing was packed with the injured from the battle and the number of people that kept coming in didn't seem to be letting up at all. Harry sighed. He had hoped everything would return to normal and everyone would finally relax now that Voldemort was gone but seeing the aftermath only served to make it worse. There had been too many lives lost. Oh, far too many. It had started with Sirius but only seemed to extend farther. Harry had found that difficult but when Dumbledore passed on he felt crushed. He had had no one to turn to-it had been lonely. Then there was Snape. Oh how wrong had he been in judging his old professor. Severus had always been fighting for them and after finding out everything about him through his memories it just didn't seem fair that he had to die in such a horrendous way. Even now people suspected him but that was beyond Harry and he couldn't understand it. He owed the ex-headmaster a proper funeral at least. Everyone else had gotten one so why not Snape. Having made his decision, Harry stood up and walked out of the hospital wing and headed for professor McGonagall.

Harry pushed open the door and peeped inside to see the headmistress sitting at her desk looking quite sad indeed.

"Professor? Is this a bad time?"

"Oh Harry, of course not. Do come in and have a seat"

He did so while taking in his surroundings. All portraits of the previous headmasters were smiling with the exception of Dumbledore and Snape. It was strange because they just stared ahead. They looked like plain old portraits. Non-magical ones.

"Yes they have been silent since we returned to this room after the war. It worries me as I would have hoped..." Tears welled in Minerva's eyes as she stared at the two portraits in turn.

"Oh Harry, I miss them dearly. I feel so bad especially where Severus is concerned. I wish I could just talk to him again. If only something could be done"

"Well that was kind of why I came here. Sev-Professor Snape never actually received a proper funeral."

"That is true. We should arrange that at least and we owe it to him. I will organise a time where me and a few others will retrieve the body."

"Professor I want to go too"

"Are you sure Harry? You may not wish to see him like that again"

"I was there when he died. I want to make sure he is treated with respect right up to his funeral."

"I suppose then if you're sure..."

"Thank you professor." He was relieved to have had the chance to discuss this as he had wanted to do so for a while now. He stood up and walked to the door. Before he stepped out he turned one last time to look at the portraits. They just stared ahead instead of bantering as they were supposed to. If Harry was honest it did not seem very normal at all.

Onwards:)