Another Lightning bolt
The floor of the stairs was spotless. It was glossy and looked brand new. Did anyone ever inhabit this place other than Snape? I slipped on the stairs and hit my head on the iron railing. "AARRRGGHH!!!! Shit!" I yelled as the bang from the iron railing echoed through the manor. I put my hand to my head. It was throbbing with pain. When I pulled my hand away from my head there was a shiny, sticky substance on my fingers. I realized what it was within a few moments – blood. There was a small puddle of it on the floor as well. Could've I bled that much within a matter of seconds? Wait a second. Snape was going to kill me for getting blood on his floor.
"Great! Snape's going to kill me!" I whispered. "I HEARD THAT!" came a shout from below. I heard footsteps from below. They were coming up the stairs. A few moments later, Snape was standing beside me. "Now, what was I going to kill you for doing?" he asked suspiciously. "That," I said, pointing to the puddle of blood on the floor.
He laughed. "That?" he grinned mischievously while he spoke. "You were worried about that?" "Well, I was until you laughed and started smiling like that," I replied. "Oh, that's because it's easy to clean up!" he exclaimed, taking his wand out and aiming it at the puddle. "Terego," he said, and the puddle disappeared. "Whoa," I mumbled. "Now," he said, pocketing his wand and turning to me. "Where did you start bleeding?" he asked.
My hair was matted with blood, but it was easy to find the cut. It stung terribly. My hair was stuck inside of it and wouldn't come out until Snape excruciatingly removed it. "Oh for Merlin's sake!" he muttered, "Not again!" under his breath. I didn't dare ask. The cut was throbbing with pain, especially when Snape ran his fingers over it. "Keep your hand over that cut, and follow me," Snape ordered.
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"Oh for Merlin's sake, not again!" I muttered. The cut on Mike's head, though it was bleeding terribly, had the definite shape of a lightning bolt. The cut also happened to be on top of his forehead. It was going to be Potter all over again. He had already stood up to me, and shouted at me for that matter.
I ran my fingers over the cut to wipe away some of the blood. Mikel winced. "Keep your hand over that cut and follow me," I ordered. I led him downstairs and opened the door to one of the many potion cupboards. Now, where did I put that potion? Veritaserum, Polyjuice Potion, Monkshood, Wolfs bane, where was it? Through clanking and removal of various vials I finally found the potion I was looking for behind the Draught Of Peace. "Here," I began, handing Mike the container. "Rub that on your cut," I told him. He reluctantly scooped some of the orange paste onto his fingers and handed me back the container. Mike spread the paste over his cut and winced. "Don't worry, it's supposed to feel like that," I assured him as his eyes began to water.
I sighed and placed the container back onto the shelf, taking another one out. "This one should help the pain subside," I said to him. He grabbed the container greedily, unscrewing the cap and taking a fistful of the blue goop. He rubbed it on his forehead. "Oh thank god," he whispered as I took the container back and took out one last potion- Dittany. "What was that orange stuff?" he asked breathing deeply. "Cleaning solution. The strongest one I had. Here," I began, handing him the vial. "This one is going to sting a bit, but not nearly as bad as the first one," I added quickly. "Put two drops of it on the cut and it should begin to heal," I said. He took it, tilted his head back, closed his eyes and allowed two drops to fall out of the vial and onto his cut.
Green mist began to rise from the cut. "Ahhhh.." he whispered, the effect must have been quite soothing. He positioned his head to face me. "Thanks sir," he said meaningfully. I smiled. "Save the 'sir' and 'professor' for Hogwarts. Around here, you can call me Severus," I told him. "Really?" he asked, bemused. "Yes, really," I replied. I looked up at the clock, then turned to face Mike. "It's already one thirty in the morning. I think we should both get some sleep. We might even go to Diagon Alley tomorrow, if Sarah feels up to it," I said. "Okay," he replied, nodding. With that, we both headed up to our rooms and got some well deserved rest.