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The Secret Life of Professor Snape
Revelations
Harry Potter was lying in Professor Albus Dumbledore's arms, a breath away from death. His loyal companions, Ron and Hermione, sat on either side of the great wizard, praying that he could save their friend. The four were all bruised and bloodied, hiding pains and fears within themselves. Albus was the most grieved as he could do nothing to reach the boy who lived, his mind was locked with the Dark Lord's, and he was dead. The Order had suffered a surprise attack at Grimmald Place—leaving Harry in his present state. Dumbledore knew not how to disengage Harry from Voldemort, but he realized who did. Severus Snape.
Dumbledore handed Harry's lifeless body to Ron, frantically hollering, "Minerva! Minerva McGonagall!" Professor McGonagall appeared instantly, looking trampled and beaten. She saw Harry and her hardened face softened. "Albus, what has happened?" she asked, frightened. Dumbledore shook his hands, "There is no time for that, we must take him to Severus. He will know what to do..." McGonagall stepped back and Ron and Hermione caught their breaths in shock. "But Albus, Severus is..." she stopped, eyeing the children, "at home..." Ron and Hermione threw each other curious glances and then returned their attention to Harry. Albus collected some flew powder, "I know, but there isn't time, we must bring Harry to him immediately!" McGonagall raised her eyebrows critically, but helped move Harry to the Chimney. The five crammed into the tight space and Dumbledore threw down the powder shouting, "Snape Residence, North London!" With a powerful green flame, the group disappeared out of sight.
The five reappeared inside a large hearth in the basement of a London building. Minerva and Albus rushed out of the flew, leaving Ron and Hermione to catch up with them as they leaped up the stairs. Ron grunted under the weight of Harry as he slowly carried him up the flights, followed by an anxious Hermione. The five arrived outside of a large flat within three minutes and Professor Dumbledore rang the bell. Several minutes later, Severus Snape unknowingly opened the door. Clad only in his muggle pajamas, his hair was cut short and was standing on end, indicating that he had been asleep. His foggy mind was instantly cleared by the sight of Ron carrying an unconscious Harry. Severus said nothing, but allowed Ron, Harry, Hermione, Dumbledore, and McGonagall to enter his home.
The former Death Eater quickly and quietly cleared the dining room table of it's contents and Ron laid Harry down with a loud thud. This noise drew a young woman out from a bedroom in the back. As she walked down the hallway she asked, "Severus, dear, who's at the door?" Snape cringed, seeing the shock register on Ron and Hermione's faces as they realized that there was a woman in the house. "Some friends are here, Faustine... But you really ought to get back to bed," he replied urgently as he glared at Ron's gaping mouth. The young woman appeared in the living room covering her very pregnant stomach with a long cotton night dress. "Severus," she scolded, "Where are your manors? I'm pregnant, not ill..." The woman stopped talking when she saw Dumbledore and McGonagall. "Albus! Minerva! So good to see you!" she exclaimed rushing across the room to meet them. As she approached the older couple, she saw their rumpled clothes and blood strewn faces and slowed. She turned her attention to the rest of the party, which consisted of two frightened teenagers sitting at her dining room table staring at an unconscious boy who laid upon it. Faustine gasped in horror, "Severus... what is going on?" Snape looked at Harry, unable to give his wife a reply.
Dumbledore sprang into action, "Mrs. Snape," he said firmly, "Would you take the children to the kitchen and clean them up?" Ron and Hermione both jumped up to protest, but Snape's gaze warned them to do as they were told. Faustine nodded at Albus, "Certainly Professor, but shouldn't they all go to hospital where they can be properly assessed?" McGonagall shook her head defiantly, "No dear, we can take care of them properly." McGonagall cleared her throat, "Really, Ron and Hermione only sustained minor scrapes and bruises. It's Potter that we're worried about..." Faustine smiled weakly and ushered the teenagers into her kitchen, closing the door behind her.