Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters don't belong to me and I write about then for the pleasure of working with great characters. For me, they are like actors. I will only do this disclaimer one. Harmony and the other OC'S are the only thing here that belongs to me.
This was my first ever fanfiction about Snape and until now was limited to a notebook in my desk. Now, after some sucess keeping other fanfiction about him, I find myself ready to finally publish this. Hope you will like.
New Ward of St. Mungus, 01:00 Pm
Minerva McGonagall was pacing the corridor, feeling nervous. She would prefer to be doing that in her Animagus form, but in St. Mungus that wouldn't be a clever thing to do. Not in that ward. Were all of the survivors of the Batlle of Hogwarts now remained.
Many of them had never uttered another word after being taken there. Never moved again from their beds. St. Mungus staff tried their best in the first few months. But some of them had never showed any kind of improvement.
Like her colleague, Professor Severus Snape. Oh, God. How much she had prayed that he would survive after they had found him still breathing in the Shack. Potter had offered himself to pay every single thing his former teacher would require to be alright again. To no avail until that day.
A sound of steps took Minerva from her thoughts. A hooded form appeared at the end of the corridor.
"Professor."- The hooded person aknowledged her.
"Harmony. It's that you?"- Minerva asked, still sounding nervous.
The hood falled and a girl with a stern face appeared in front of her.
"Yes, I'm Harmony. The one who used to leave behind candies in my desk in my first year."- The girl informed.
That bit of information was enough to tell that there was no Polyjuice. In those days was a real risk, with Death Eaters still in the run.
Minerva exhaled the air she had been containing. Like a mother lion with a cub, she lifted her hand to touch Harmony's face. The girl had to do a effort to not stepping back. The old woman understood.
"I heard about what happened, Harmony. I'm so sorry."
"Please, Professor. Don't."- Asked Harmony with a cold tone of voice, recoiling in her hood. - "You asked me to be here because you needed a favor. I'm here now. Please, let's get down to business."
Minerva almost didn't recognized her former student. She used to be so sweet, so friendly. Had she done the right thing calling her for help?
Minerva pointed to a door in front of them and they got inside.
There was a white bed, with white sheets. The walls were white too. Harmony trembled in the inside. That was an amazing example why she hatted hospitals.
Lying on the bed, there was a very skinny man that looked upon them as they entered the room. He didn't move and didn't speak. He looked familiar in some way to Harmony, but she couldn't connect this tiny figure with anyone. The few parts of skin that were visible were full of scars. His face was so thin it could belong to a dead man. A huge scar marked his neck.
"This is the reason I called you, Harmony. When word arrived to me about you having returned to your house, I knew immediatly that you were the only person who could help him."- Stated Minerva, looking from Harmony to the man lying still.
"What happened to him?"- Harmony's expression remained serious, but her eyes never stopped observing the man. The sheets could be cleaner, she thought. And there was a powerfull smell coming from the bed that told her that someone was not taking proper care of him.
"This is Professor Snape, Harmony. I believe you read about the snake bit in the paper?"
That finally was enough to allow Harmony to show some emotion. Shock. That skeleton was Snape, the powerfull and feared Potions Master? Merlin, the fucking war had managed to affect really everyone.
"How long?"
"From the first day we found him."
"May I?"- Harmony pointed to the sheets, but not looking for McGonagall permission. She was looking at Snape.
He blinked at her a few times and she decided to take that as a yes.
As she uncovered what was under the sheets, her heart dropped inside and she had to close her eyes tightly to avoid tears. He was as thin as a skeleton, his skin marred with scars and some injuries could be seen on the places were he remained in contact with the bed sheets. Bloody healers. She imagined if the other patients in that ward were in the same condition. Her heart dropped a little more.
She covered him again with a lot of care and when she raised her eyes to Minerva again, the woman could see cold rage in them.
"I will take him away tonight."- She clearly stated.-" Nobody will know were and nobody will follow us. Be sure that they will have him ready after dinner time."
After one last glance to the helpless man in the bed, Harmony pulled her hood back on and left the room, leaving Minerva McGonagall gasping.