Sirius stared up at Dumbledore over the dead man.
"He can't be dead,"
Albus sighed sadly, his hands resting on Severus's shoulders.
"He took something, a little while ago, a potion,"
Dumbledore's eyebrows quirked upwards. He took the small vial Sirius had been holding. A small smile graced his lips as he sniffed the fain scent left from the bottle.
"Let's move him upstairs, he'll be waking up shortly"
Sirius visibly recoiled, his hands on his hips.
"It's very old, very dark magic. It makes the drinker's systems slow to the brink of death while the body heals itself of other injuries. If he hadn't drank it…"
Dumbledore's eyes met Sirius's as the younger man levitated Snape.
"So he's going to be okay?"
The old man nodded, surprised to see concern etched in the Marauder's face.
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The first thing he was aware of was pain, and that, of course, meant that he was not dead. He opened his eyes, noticing the faded wallpaper of the Black house. He lifted his head up slightly, peering down at the heavy quilt on the bed. He swallowed, his throat felt dry as sandpaper. The lights were dimmed in the room, as if they knew his eyes would be sensitive. There was someone sleeping in the chair beside his bed. He craned his to see the prone form of Sirius Black, head drooped, eyes closed and breaths coming easy. He reached for the glass of water on the bedside table, only for it to crash to the floor with a loud bang.
Sirius jolted awake, his hands immediately on Snape.
"I'm alive,"
Sirius let out a sigh, a look of relief on his face. Noticing the water on the floor, he vanished it away with his wand and conjured a new glass. He wrapped his own hands around Snape's as he brought it to Snape's lips. He pulled the cup away before the teacher could gulp it all.
"The potion Voldemort gave you apparently saved your life,"
Snape closed his eyes, as if the conversation was too taxing.
"It was a test then, to see if I was loyal to him,"
Sirius crossed his arms in front of his chest and nudged Snape.
"Don't fall asleep, Dumbledore wanted you awake by the time he gets here in another ten minutes. Besides what do you mean testing you?"
Snape peeled back the quilt, his hands feeling his smooth, healed stomach muscle.
"If I wasn't loyal, I would go to St. Mungo's. But since I was loyal, he saved me with the potion"
"But he was the one who injured you in the first place!"
A cruel smirk graced Snape's features.
"Careful Black, you sound like you care"
Severus started fussing with the blankets trying to get up when Sirius's hands firmly but gently held him down.
"What you said before about the past, you're right"
Snape stopped fidgeting as Sirius pulled the quilt up to his shoulders.
"And I'm glad you're alive mate,"