Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, I just like putting them through hell.
A/N: Very first fanfiction so please rate and review and tell me what you think of it. Flames will be used to make s'mores.
He woke with a splitting headache that promised a slow and painful death. Whenever he tried to move or get up, intense pain filled his head so he decided to eat in his rooms instead of going to the Great Hall for breakfast. Professor Severus Snape summoned a house elf and told it that he would eat in his rooms then dismissed it to go get his food. While waiting for the elf to return with his breakfast, Severus managed to get up and walk over to his private potion stores. Being the potions master he had all sorts of potions ranging from Anti-Paralysis potion, Blood-Replenishing potion and Fire Protection potion to Essence of Dittany, Veritaserum and Felix Felicis. He even had a vial of Amortentia the strongest love potion known to man, not that he'd ever use it of course (besides, it only causes extreme obsession anyway). Useful as those potions were they were not what he needed. He searched through his cupboards behind every bottle, in every nook and cranny until he finally came across a tiny stoppered bottle labeled Invigoration Draft. Hopefully it would give him enough energy to do something other than sit in bed. He snatched the bottle from the shelf and tried to open it but the cork was stuck. In his desperation to open it, the bottle fell from his hands and shattered on the floor, spilling the liquid into the rug. Severus howled in fury and staggered back into his bedroom where he found a tray of food sitting on the table beside his bed. At this point the pain had gotten so bad it took all he had not to collapse and bawl like a baby. In an attempt to relieve some of his suffering, the professor threw the tray across the room spilling its content everywhere which only succeeded in making a mess. Severus then frantically started searching through his bookshelves for his copy of Magical Drafts and Potions. When he found it he flipped to the necessary page and started to gather all the ingredients he would need to make another Invigoration Draft. Once everything was assembled he started brewing the potion but the headache was so severe that he accidentally stirred the potion the wrong way which resulted in it blowing up in his face. Now he was not nearly as bad as some of his students, in fact he was quite the opposite. He was quite proud of the fact that he has never had a potion blow up on him in all his years. So his shock at having one of his potions blow up was almost enough to make him forget the pain. Almost. With nothing left to do and more than a little bit of desperation clouding his judgement he decided he needed to go see Dumbledore right away. He gathered himself for a moment before he strode from his rooms.
I'd like to thank the writers from "what-happened-in-peru" for helping me and editing this. (Even though they went on my laptop and wrote this themselves)