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Chapter Two
Snape had his face in his hands, this is all Potter's fault-miserable little twerp-Just like his father he is, always rushing into things without a plan in his head. Bloody Gryffindors!
"Snape where are you?" Lupin shouted from the direction of Snape's office.
Snape shook himself from his mind as he stood up and walked to his secret stash of potions. Speaking of Gryffindors... "Who taught Dolohov that spell?" he asked himself silently, as he scrimmaged through his potion stash finding several potions bottles of a dark concoctions, unstoppering the bottles and giving them a whiff. No...no good...these would render Miss Granger dead."Hmm...IN HERE LUPIN, PULL THE TOME LABELED PRINCE." he knew Lupin heard him when the door slid to the side and opened and Lupin came inside.
"Poppy sent me down here..." Lupin stated softly as his eyes caught Snape's nose in a bottle of an unlabeled Potion, he could smell the bittersweet smell of the contents. "What Potion is that?" Lupin asked softly.
"You were never any good at potions Lupin...what did Poppy have to say?" Snape stated as he stoppered three of the bottles and placed them on the desk in front of him. None of these would help Granger's condition, unless helping meant killing her of course...
"Poppy wants to know if she used muggle methods to try to heal the wound... if it would work?" Lupin asked softly.
Snape covered his mouth with his hand as he thought, if Poppy uses the muggle techniques would the spell interfere with the healing process..."Hmmm..." Why didn't I think of that? "I cannot be sure, however it would be worth a shot, and it may slow the process of the curse on Miss Granger down just enough at the very least. I know for a fact the spell will interfere with any simple healing techniques."
"Poppy wanted your approval before she did anything so drastic." Lupin stated as he kept his eyes on Snape.
"Tell Poppy she has it, and that I shall be up in a minute to oversee the procedure-just in case it backfires." Snape stated softly, as he pulled a few other bottles down from the shelf. "Ah hah!" he stated when he found the bottle he had been looking for in particular. "I only have enough of this for a few doses...but this should slow Miss Granger's condition down just enough to go through with the procedure." the scribbled illegible label on the bottle gave Lupin no indication of what the potion could be. He unstoppered the bottle to test the consistency of the potion, and gave it a whiff. Lifespan of this particular potion is imminent, I can tell because the smell of the asphodel is overpowering the aconite but this dosage should not render Miss Granger's health but assist in slowing her bodies functioning down during the incision process.
"Is that asphodel I smell Snape?" Lupin asked as Snape stoppered the bottle. Lupin had stopped walking towards the flow, when Snape stated 'ah hah,' in hopes Snape had sanctioned a cure without making Poppy fuss about a muggle incision.
"Yes, in an infusion of wormwood." Snape stated softly. As he walked passed Lupin and into his office, gripping a handful of powder before entering the flow "Hogwarts Infirmary!" he stated loudly before tossing the powder in the fire, waiting the flames to turn green and jumping straight on in as the magic whisked him away.
Lupin soon followed Snape's example.
"He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice."
—Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.
Dumbledore stood at the fireplace near the Infirmary. "Ah Severus, I had hoped you would return with some sort of solution." He vibrated the energy of youth, as he place his hand on Severus' back, sweeping the soiled soot from Snape's shoulders.
"Did you bring the instruments Poppy needed to make the muggle incision?" Snape questioned in a grim tone. I hope this not all for naught.
"Yes, I did. Are you sure this will help Severus? This procedure is dangerous." Dumbledore said softly as he pulled out the incision knife you would see in a muggle hospital.
"You didn't construct that instrument with magic did you?" Snape asked more seriously, his dark eyes looking straight into Dumbledore's light blue eyes from behind his half-moon spectacles, questioning with a slight raise of his dark eyebrow. You wouldn't be fool enough to think that would work...or would you? You old codger...
"No, I didn't think a magically made instrument would hold against the dark curse placed on Miss Granger." Dumbledore's eyes were gleaming with no twinkle to be seen. "I also brought what the muggles refer to as sticks."
"Stitches, they are called." Snape stated softly as he walked passed Dumbledore into the infirmary. "Poppy, I need you to administer Miss Granger this potion before you proceed in the muggle procedure." Snape said as he pulled the bottle from his pocket.
Mme Pomfrey walked from behind the curtain, "What is it? Will it interfere with the spell Severus?"
"It shouldn't. It will slow down her heart beat just enough to trick the spell into thinking she is dying." He said as he handed Mme Pomfrey the bottle. "Only a few drops should do, and if she bleeds out place a single drop into the wound itself."
Mme Pomfrey nodded as she took the bottle from Snape. "You sure this would work, I don't want to harm my patient."
"I cannot be sure of anything, but we must proceed. Or she may die." Snape added grimly. "Dumbledore has brought the instruments you shall be using. He should be here shortly; he is probably talking with Lupin now."
Mme Pomfrey nodded. "I'll administer this potion to Miss Granger, please inform Dumbledore to step behind the curtain when he arrives." She stated as she disappeared behind the curtain.
"Of course Poppy, I'll let him know." Snape responded curtly as she paced in front of the curtain. I don't know if I shall ever forgive myself if this doesn't work Miss Granger. You were an astounding pupil, I should of treated you with more respect.
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