Summary: A series of drabbles that pinpoint certain times in the lives of Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall.
Drabble Two.
The pain was beyond anything he had experienced before. Receiving the Cruciatus Curse four times. One after the other had reduced Severus Snape to a bloody mess. He had managed to drag his battered body back to Hogwarts and back to his rooms before blacking out on his living room floor.
His head ached and he could hear faint voices surrounding him. He attempted to open his eyes but the light in the room was far to bright and his first attempt failed. His nostrils picked up the smells round him and he concluded easily that he was in the hospital wing. Someone must have found him. He attempted for the second time to open his eyes and he overcame the bright lights. He was confronted by two pairs of concerned eyes,
"Ah awake at last," fussed Madam Pomfrey. "Good, good. I'll go fetch some strengthening draught."
Severus rolled his eyes as the Medi-Witch hurried away. He would be fussed over now for only Merlin knew how many days.
"I can only assume you are to blame for my incarceration Professor McGonagall," he said turning his head slowly to look at the witch standing on his right.
"If you mean," she began "did I scrape you off the floor of your living room and brought you here for medical attention then yes, assume away,"
"I won't thank you for interfering,"
"I didn't expect thanks," she responded. "Just promise me you'll take better care of yourself next time."
"Concerned?" he enquired with a smirk.
"No, I would just rather not ruin another pair of decent robes having to clear up after you," she replied as she brushed a crease out her soiled robes.
"Noted," he responded.
She nodded and bid him goodnight just as Madam Pomfrey reappeared with an armful of potion bottles.