A hoarse voice from nearby woke him.
"Water..."
He blinked. How could he have fallen asleep? The wall and floor were rough and hard.
"Water...please..."
Harry crawled on all fours over to the limp, barely recognizable form in torn black robes. He lay his cold fingers on an equally cooled forehead. The man in black moaned. Harry's lips were also cracked and bloody, but the man in black was dying. He needed it more.
Harry lifted the mug and let the last of the water drip into the dying man's mouth. Half the precious liquid splashed onto the filthy, black bloodstained rags of robes when the man in black coughed, but he managed to down the rest. That was what mattered.
"You...all right?" the man rasped.
Harry nodded. "I'm good."
"Have to...get out...you..."
Harry set down the mug near where it had appeared. There were no doors or windows, bars, cracks in the uneven stone...
"You..." the man said, but his eyelids fluttered weakly.
"No," Harry whispered, stifling a half-sob. "Hang on. Please. I can't do this alone - don't leave me alone in here. They'll save us...Dumbledore..."
"Even the...the Headmaster... was never able to find...this fortress." The man's eyes focused on Harry's face. He could see the desperation in them in the dim light of the single, sputtering candle near the very low ceiling. "Dark Lord..." His eyes fluttered and closed.
Frantic, Harry shook his shoulder.
"No. Please. Please. " His voice was soft and wavering. "I'm scared."
"Don't be," the man in black murmered, without opening his eyes. "Sorry..." He sighed, and the slow rise and fall of his chest halted.
Harry, bent over, eyes closed, was all alone. He sobbed silently over the still body of Severus Snape.
"Water..."
He blinked. How could he have fallen asleep? The wall and floor were rough and hard.
"Water...please..."
Harry crawled on all fours over to the limp, barely recognizable form in torn black robes. He lay his cold fingers on an equally cooled forehead. The man in black moaned. Harry's lips were also cracked and bloody, but the man in black was dying. He needed it more.
Harry lifted the mug and let the last of the water drip into the dying man's mouth. Half the precious liquid splashed onto the filthy, black bloodstained rags of robes when the man in black coughed, but he managed to down the rest. That was what mattered.
"You...all right?" the man rasped.
Harry nodded. "I'm good."
"Have to...get out...you..."
Harry set down the mug near where it had appeared. There were no doors or windows, bars, cracks in the uneven stone...
"You..." the man said, but his eyelids fluttered weakly.
"No," Harry whispered, stifling a half-sob. "Hang on. Please. I can't do this alone - don't leave me alone in here. They'll save us...Dumbledore..."
"Even the...the Headmaster... was never able to find...this fortress." The man's eyes focused on Harry's face. He could see the desperation in them in the dim light of the single, sputtering candle near the very low ceiling. "Dark Lord..." His eyes fluttered and closed.
Frantic, Harry shook his shoulder.
"No. Please. Please. " His voice was soft and wavering. "I'm scared."
"Don't be," the man in black murmered, without opening his eyes. "Sorry..." He sighed, and the slow rise and fall of his chest halted.
Harry, bent over, eyes closed, was all alone. He sobbed silently over the still body of Severus Snape.