This is my very first published fanfic, it has been rolling in my mind all morning and I had to write it down, this is not a one shot, there will be multiple chapters.
I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does I just love playing with and reading what she created.
Darkness, that seeps into your very soul. Darkness and pain all consuming, surrounding, engulfing, strangling the life from every pore it touches. Not sight, oh no not sight, the light was so brilliantly bright it was blinding, it made the darkness hiss and recoil in obvious hatred. Searing pain, all over, my neck is numb however; I can not feel the bite but my blood feels like fire has consumed me. I can hear the voices from the light, stay with me don't leave...don't leave. The darkness is back it is mocking me, "You do not deserve the light, you are a worthless coward and no one will ever love you..." But, the light is persistent pressing into the corners of the darkness squeezing it back into the recesses of my mind.
"Hold on Severus, please hold on." The light is pleading. I can feel the trickle of liquid falling down my throat, is vile and tastes like mud but the light is massaging my throat and I have no choice but to obey and swallow. The darkness recedes further and the light is speaking again. I do not know what it is saying but the voice is oddly familiar, a siren song to my heart.
There is another object being shoved into my mouth and I gag as the offending object passes down, down my throat and I know it is a bezoar. The light speaks again and I feel the caress of warm fingers on my brow, I want to touch it, the light, but my body is immobile while my mind is screaming through the pain. The darkness is back but it isn't dark this time, it is a comforting peace as my mind slips into oblivion.
I feel as if I am floating, my mind separate from matter, time and space do not exist but I can still see the light, I am clinging to the pull of it as if it were the only lifeline. I feel it pulling harder and it is surreal, it is tugging me back to where it wants me to be. I feel as if I have been slammed back into the darkness but I can feel...everything. I hear the light crying and feel the wetness against my chest. Crying? How is the light crying and why would the light be crying for me?
"Please don't die, please we have lost too many already, I can't lose you as well." the light keeps begging and I want nothing more than to agree. I fight to open my eyes, it feels like lead has been laid upon them and I struggle to make my body obey; I have to see it, I have to see the light, to know who my savior is.
I can smell it now, an odd mixture of sweat, blood and vanilla, it is intoxicating and immediately I relax into the softness the light brings. I crack open an eye and I am surrounded by a mass of hair, curly, brown hair, this is where the vanilla smell is emanating from. The light has its face buried in my chest listening for a heart beat or breath, the light is chanting and it is beautiful, I feel the warm glow of magic sweeping over my neck and I feel the skin knitting itself back together, it is unpleasant and I gasp. The light jerks away and I already miss the softness and smell of the hair in my nose.
"Severus?" the light asks and I try to focus on the face shining in faded sunlight. I know that face, I hear her voice and I know who my savior is.
"Hermione" I gasp and the darkness consumes me again.