My attempt of a HP story, please be nice seeing I never have done one before, I tend to stick with Hellsing fanfics mostly^^;
So without further adieu, I bring you '
Darkness; screaming; fear; panic... Pain... The pain burned through his very heart, his very veins. The spilled blood losing its warmth on his saturated robes brought a chilling hand of deaths closing grasp on the fallen mans heart.
The pit of despair near choking while the eyes of darkness gazed down at the man who never saw himself as a hero nor as anyone with a kind heart. He made it a point to be cruel, cold, and unwanted not by everyone that he met in his now fading life, but within his own heart.
He hated what he had become, what he had allowed to befall on those he so long ago cared for. No pity was to be given him from anyone let alone himself.
Lily...
His eyes half open began to glaze over, the tears beginning to glisten in his darkening eyes. He had failed her by simply knowing her... In the end even his attempt to save her very existence from the growing evil known as Voldomort.
Failure...
That very word rang in his weakening heart like a dagger of poison. Poison; the analogy he had used to compare that word made a weak smile glimmer in his eyes while a single tear slipped down his pale ashen face. He laid there within the shrieking shack, the fang holes oozing both his blood and the poison from that hellish snake.
A coffin fitting for this man to die in...
A cough racked through the man's chest, a droplet of blood slipping down the corner of his mouth as he giving into a final sigh looked to the decrepit ceiling above. He never thought to see himself die like this, perhaps with the Dark Lord using his own magic or the Potter boy taking him out with such vile hatred as he has seen in the boy's vivid green eyes... but not like this.
Such a waste...
His very life felt like a waste of breath when all he has ever caused was suffering and misery to everyone around him. No matter; he felt his life slipping away to death's eternal slumber. He would be gone and forgotten.
Eyelids slid shut, his heart slowing and his body cold like ice from his icy blood chilling to the feral winds that blew through the broken windows of the shack.
Cold; so cold...
'Snape!"
He heard the cry of his name, but the man did not care, he simply wanted to leave. To be left alone and die in peace.
Go away... leave me be...
As those words slipped through his quieting mind all breath ceased and blackness swallowed up Severus Snape throwing him into unconscious bliss.
"Snape!"
Ron raced over to the fallen body of the professor as Hermione was leaning over his body, wand tip glowing as she whispered swift incantations over Snape's form.
"Is he?" was all Ron could whisper through his broken bleeding lips. The red head may have hated this oaf but he never wanted him to die. Hermione hushing Ron with a hiss from her lips proceeded to move her wand upwards from Snape's stomach right for his throat.
The glowing point trembling from the girl's weakening grip, her brow covered in cold sweat, gritted her teeth as a vile yellowish fluid began to seep from the man's mouth, flowing out of the corners of his mouth washing away the blood that had formally resided on the ashen flesh.
As the final drops slipped down Hermione watching the body with her sharp eyes brought her wand swiftly to Snape's chest and with a harsh breath escaping her lips.
"Thundaris!"
the woman nearly yelled the spell as a bolt of lightening flew from her wand tip and smashed into the man's chest.
Her eyes snapping to his pale face, both Ron and Hermione held their breath as a few seconds ticked by. "Perhaps again?"
"No; it would kill him for sure." came her hushed reply as Ron with a agitated breath looked at her. "And surly the poison will not?"
"I am trying everything I can Ron!" her eyes flew to his as the hot tears slipped down her face. Taken back by her words Ron swallowing weakly looked back at Snape's form. "He can't die... He simply can't. He was too much of a bloody arse to die so eas- Wait... look! Hermione!"
Hermione wiping her eyes onto her sleeve looked at where Ron pointed and saw the faintest of cloudy vapor passing from Severus's parted lips.
"he's..."
"He's breathing, he's a live! You did it!" Ron with a stupid grin breaking over his face embraced Hermione hard as she with a dumbfounded expression watched the subtle signs of Severus's body coming to life.
"I knew you could do it. See that you old sod! You cannot die that easily, I knew it!" Ron laughed with one around still loosely wrapped around Hermione's neck pointed his free arm at the professor, his laughter filling the hallow emptiness of the shrieking shack.
Agony; pain... Hot pain lashed through the waking man as his brow dripping in sweat, eyes pulled partially open to snarl silently at the bright light within the room he resided in.
Where am I?
The man's eyes holding that harshness albeit it being weakened from his recent trials of survival did not lose any of its luster as he glaring about realized he was in the hospital wing of Hogwarts.
But how? I should be dead...
His strong mind suddenly awakening fully, Severus had to know what has happened. Flexing his fingers and toes, the man was greeted with sudden waves of nauseous pain riddling all over his body.
Madame Pomfrey hearing the anguished groan made a bee line to one of the sick beds cloaked by the sterile white drapes. Almost all the hospital beds were empty now from the many injuries of the war with the Dark Lord. Those that emained had been the worst injured.
Lupin having mended from his savage battle with his former werewolf maker remained to tend to the remainder of the injured. Fred and George stayed around to keep an eye on their youngest brother Ron who having helped drag the professor back to Hogwarts gained a bit of the serpent's venom into a open wound of his.
He was not in any real threat of his survival but due to the demands of Madame Pomfrey and his own Mother he had remained in the hospital wing.
One of the auroras; Alana Aldhelm, a witch who was a Metamorphmagus like Tonks, in the end when she had tempted to go disguised as a death eater, they had found her out and her attacker used the cutting curse. As Madame Pomfrey passed by the petite woman's bed, she quickly checked on the woman who had lost her right arm from the shoulder. It was all they could do to sustain her fading life, the arm had been to mangled to keep and no methods of magic would have helped.
The poor dear...
This particular patient though... Pulling one of the sheets aside saw Severus's glowering beetle eyes boring right into her own, his body was frail but that gaze told the good woman that his will and mind were not.
A small smile played on her lips as she pulling the sheet closed behind her, examined Severus ignoring his complaining growls while she checked his pulse with her fingers to the right side of his neck.
"Hush; you have no voice from all the screaming you have been doing these past few weeks. You should be grateful you are even alive Severus."
Seeing his hard gaze she sighing released her fingers from his pulse and looked down at him with deep sorrow in her once so cheery eyes.
"You were close to death but two of your students removed the poison from your body and dragged you back to Hogwarts. Though the amount of poison that would have killed you was removed there was still enough in there to cripple your body."
Seeing his stare shift she picking up the small notepad that had been resting by his bedside on a small wooden table, began to look through the notes written on the cream colored paper.
"You have been unconscious for almost a month Severus."
Severus's lips moved but only a chirp escaped his mouth making the man tenderly grasp his throat with a very unhappy glint in his eyes.
Madame Pomfrey resting her hand on Severus's shoulder without to much strength, guided him to lay back down on the bed. He allowed it but his eyes showed his not wishing to comply.
"You need to rest Severus. Now I am going to speak to McGonagall that you have awoken." And with that, the small woman left him laying there, staring at the ceiling with confused muddle emotions stirring in his heart.
He had lived by the sake of two students, why did they not simply let him die? He made all his students fear him and god help him if a Slytherin had aided in his survival, they would have taken his wand long before helping him live.
So now one question rang through the man's mind as he continued to stare at that ceiling hanging above his head while his mind throbbed with pain and his body cried out in agony to any slight movement.
What do I do now?