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Chapter 3. – Spinners End
Arriving with a thump the wizards legs gave way causing him to spill headlong onto the hard floor. Traveling by portkey was extremely unpleasant in his weakened state but his body was still too badly damaged to consider even a short distance by apparition except perhaps as a last resort. Picking himself up slowly and painfully he quickly searched his surroundings to make certain of being alone.
The Fidelius Charm he had placed on the building did a wonderful job of keeping unwanted visitors out. Unfortunately his home at Spinners End was well known to the Death Eaters and even a few members of the Order. A warning alarm was rigged to sound in the event of someone attempting to apparate inside the residence giving him enough time to organize a suitably nasty welcome to intruders. It was a well-known fact among all of Snapes associates that anyone wanting to visit his house at any time was to send a note via owl or other such device else risk being forcibly ejected or worse.
To avoid any potential for disaster the portkey he had used to get here was set to deliver him to the master bedroom, his personal sanctuary heavily warded, impenetrable to all. No one was permitted entry to this room, not under any circumstances so he felt very confident that upon his arrival it would be danger free allowing sufficient time to restore his strength and prepare for the journey ahead.
Everything was as he had left it, simply furnished yet luxurious in its textures and scents. Despite his prolonged absence there was not a spot of dust to be found anywhere. Heavy embroidered curtains, dark wood furniture and the centerpiece of the room, a hand turned wooden bed draped in darkest green with silver accents.
How he longed to just lay and sleep, his exhaustion weighing upon him adding to the constant strain of his injuries. Knowing rest was not possible just yet, he gently opened the tallest cabinet removing the many locks set with non verbal spells. Finding the necessary chest filled with tiny vials and a second smaller silver box he placed the objects on the writing desk near the window.
The most urgent potions were already waiting for him inside the topmost draw of the desk. Everything needed for healing, strengthening and pain relieving. Taking these as quickly as possible Snape sat down and began taking stock of everything he needed to take with him. Once done everything was placed into a trunk along with some clothing and sealed. A second portkey retrieved from within the silver box was to take him to his next destination – Hogwarts.