Severus One shot

Pain… all he felt was pain, it came from his shoulder and slowly spread out from there. His eyes went dead as Potter held onto him, but he could barely feel it. His heart slowed down, beating at irregular intervals, his pulse going haywire.

Beat… Beat… Beat… Beat… … Beat… … … Beat. Beat … … … … Beat… … … … … Beat … … … … …Beat…

He felt himself going, leaving the world. It was nice, the pain slowly receded, like something was taking it away. Severus felt relaxed for the first time in years. With the Dark Lord taking over, no one was safe although Severus got a bit of leeway for killing Dumbledore. Why? Why would the old man make him do that. He knew Potter wouldn't understand, the boy hardly ever did. He only barely passed classes, why should he understand that the headmaster was dying slowly and painfully. Was euthanasia really that bad? To help an old man die? Without all the pain and embarrassment that would've inevitably happened if Severus had not interfered.

Severus was barely aware that Potter told his friends to go on, that he'd be there soon. Wait! Why was potter still there? He'd given him his memories so that the boy could do all that was required, Why was Potter still waiting there with him while he died? Should he feel grateful to him, making sure that he didn't die alone? No. It was nice of him, sure, just not enough that Severus should feel grateful. He never felt grateful to anyone.

Beat … … … … Pain… … … … … Beat … … … … …Beat… Pain … … … … Beat… … … Beat … …Sleep… Beat… … Beat … …Beat… … Sleep … … Beat … … Sleep … … Beat … … Sleep … … Beat … … Beat… … Beat … …Beat…

Wait! Was his heart speeding up? Why? He was supposed to be dying. Why was he still alive? Why wasn't he so tired? Severus' eyes fluttered open, when did they close? He looked around him. Grimauld Place. How in the nine levels of Hades did he get here?

"Welcome to the land of the living Professor." Came from his right. Potter.

"Wha… Why… How am I here? Are… aren't I dead?" Severus stuttered for the first time in his life. Why did his head feel foggy?

"Draught of the Living Death Professor. You've been out three months. Welcome back."