Disclaimer: I do not own any thing from Harry potter and so on.
Hi. This is my first fan fiction ever. I have no idea whether my writing is rusty or not so I'll leave that to you and try not to bite heads off guys who rightfully criticise me.
Chapter one: let me go.
The wind howled through the turrets and towers of the castle. The black stormy skies emitted gusts of such ferocity that the trees bowed over to succumb to their power and force. As the rain lashed inwards from the northern gales, a man stood uneasy on the ledge of the tallest tower. His dark, soaking wet hair whipped his cold cheeks leaving small stings. The rainwater ran down his face, over his quivering lips and dripping from his chin.
A flash of lightning suddenly struck the conductor of the nearest tower to him. He looked down to the ground. It was covered in large boulders and sharp rocks, but it was the only way out of his misery.
He moved one foot over the ledge. He toppled forward.
"SEVERUS, NO!"
The wind whistled in his ears, the wind passing him too quickly for breath.
Then all was dark...
"How is he?"
"His condition is fatal and unstable!"
"What is the problem?"
"He's suffering internal injuries and bleeding. He has 7 ribs broken, a punctured lung and concussion. Both his legs have also been broken and..."
"Then what are you going to do, damn it?!"
"We are stabilizing his condition. We will need to borrow Fawkes for Severus' external injuries and phoenix tear potion for internal wounds..."
Severus' soggy brain could barely digest the surgical jargon that was being conversed in the background. Many people were rushing around his bed, attaching tubes to his body, shouting for things in panicky voices, and running up and down the hospital wing in a very dramatized manner, because, Severus did not realise, they were dealing with a very serious matter.
Someone grasped his hand. He looked to his side. There an old man sat, his face white and his fingers shaking.
"Albus." Severus managed to croak.
Dumbledore nodded and smiled weakly.
"Why am I here?" Severus groaned.
"Because your time has not yet come, Severus." Dumbledore replied.
The matrons scuttled around looking for the appropriate medicines for Severus' many different injuries.
"I have nothing left to live for." Severus moaned.
Dumbledore watched the young man for quite some time. He observed his chalk white face and his wet black hair that lay straggled on his pillow. He looked so weak...but so beautiful, like a delicate snowdrop flower. A tear formed in one of Dumbledore's eyes.
"Yes you do! And you know that!" Dumbledore whispered to him. "You have your son."
"No I do not!" Severus snapped. "He belongs to that muggle family off his now and...and..."
Severus' voice faltered. Tears poured over his cheeks and he began to shake from the strain of sadness that swelled in his throat, as if he wanted to wail in defeat. Dumbledore tightened his grip on Severus' hand.
Suddenly Severus' body began to jolt violently in spasms. He could feel his heart thumping rapidly and unevenly inside him. He gasped loudly.
The matrons panicked more and shouted at each other to fetch the life support.
Dumbledore grasped Severus' hand with both of his own.
There was a moment as the two men stared into each other's eyes.
"Let me go, Albus." Severus' eyes begged. "Please let me die. Let me be with her again."
"No!" Dumbledore's determined glare replied. "Live for him, Severus. The end is not yet nigh!"
Severus's eyes began to cloud to dreamy black. His heartbeat echoed in his brain.
"The end is not yet nigh, Severus."
Hi. This is my first fan fiction ever. I have no idea whether my writing is rusty or not so I'll leave that to you and try not to bite heads off guys who rightfully criticise me.
Chapter one: let me go.
The wind howled through the turrets and towers of the castle. The black stormy skies emitted gusts of such ferocity that the trees bowed over to succumb to their power and force. As the rain lashed inwards from the northern gales, a man stood uneasy on the ledge of the tallest tower. His dark, soaking wet hair whipped his cold cheeks leaving small stings. The rainwater ran down his face, over his quivering lips and dripping from his chin.
A flash of lightning suddenly struck the conductor of the nearest tower to him. He looked down to the ground. It was covered in large boulders and sharp rocks, but it was the only way out of his misery.
He moved one foot over the ledge. He toppled forward.
"SEVERUS, NO!"
The wind whistled in his ears, the wind passing him too quickly for breath.
Then all was dark...
"How is he?"
"His condition is fatal and unstable!"
"What is the problem?"
"He's suffering internal injuries and bleeding. He has 7 ribs broken, a punctured lung and concussion. Both his legs have also been broken and..."
"Then what are you going to do, damn it?!"
"We are stabilizing his condition. We will need to borrow Fawkes for Severus' external injuries and phoenix tear potion for internal wounds..."
Severus' soggy brain could barely digest the surgical jargon that was being conversed in the background. Many people were rushing around his bed, attaching tubes to his body, shouting for things in panicky voices, and running up and down the hospital wing in a very dramatized manner, because, Severus did not realise, they were dealing with a very serious matter.
Someone grasped his hand. He looked to his side. There an old man sat, his face white and his fingers shaking.
"Albus." Severus managed to croak.
Dumbledore nodded and smiled weakly.
"Why am I here?" Severus groaned.
"Because your time has not yet come, Severus." Dumbledore replied.
The matrons scuttled around looking for the appropriate medicines for Severus' many different injuries.
"I have nothing left to live for." Severus moaned.
Dumbledore watched the young man for quite some time. He observed his chalk white face and his wet black hair that lay straggled on his pillow. He looked so weak...but so beautiful, like a delicate snowdrop flower. A tear formed in one of Dumbledore's eyes.
"Yes you do! And you know that!" Dumbledore whispered to him. "You have your son."
"No I do not!" Severus snapped. "He belongs to that muggle family off his now and...and..."
Severus' voice faltered. Tears poured over his cheeks and he began to shake from the strain of sadness that swelled in his throat, as if he wanted to wail in defeat. Dumbledore tightened his grip on Severus' hand.
Suddenly Severus' body began to jolt violently in spasms. He could feel his heart thumping rapidly and unevenly inside him. He gasped loudly.
The matrons panicked more and shouted at each other to fetch the life support.
Dumbledore grasped Severus' hand with both of his own.
There was a moment as the two men stared into each other's eyes.
"Let me go, Albus." Severus' eyes begged. "Please let me die. Let me be with her again."
"No!" Dumbledore's determined glare replied. "Live for him, Severus. The end is not yet nigh!"
Severus's eyes began to cloud to dreamy black. His heartbeat echoed in his brain.
"The end is not yet nigh, Severus."