Out of for fear of losing
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Xander gasped. His father was awake.
"Fa. . . father?" Xander whispered.
He was afraid he was dreaming. He was so afraid to blink, so afraid to discover that this was just an illusion. He was so horribly, terribly afraid. His father was seriously injured. His life hang on a thin thread. He was so close to dying. . .And yet he was awake? ! He could not believe it! His head whirled in thinking patterns that kept denying this to be truth. This was quite impossible even. But his father truly looked better. Not good, no, but he didn't look like he was about to be dying anymore. Xander looked at Dumbledore, who was smiling from relieve. Xander would have sworn he saw unshed tears in his eyes.
"Father? . . . Dad?"
Snape blinked once. And then again. Reality wasn't catching up with him. He remembered the meeting with Voldemort, the curses and let's not forget his narrow escape. He had been gravely injured. But now he was feeling fine. Well, not 'fine', but no longer like he had been used as a test dummy for dangerous curses. He no longer felt the life flowing out of him. He heard his son call him. Father, he called him. But he didn't look at Xander. He was too confused, he was still trying to sort things out. How had he healed so much that he was out of danger? He heard Xander again. Father he was called once again. And he was called . . .dad? He looked at his sons' face. He saw relieve and happiness and shock. Shock? What had happened?
Xander suddenly didn't feel so good. He felt weak, drained, out of energy. He grabbed the bed to balance himself. His face was now pale; too pale. He felt light-headed and sick. He was so hot, why was it so hot! Before anyone could react Xander had fallen on the ground, having lost consciences.
Dumbledore scooped up Xander and put him on a bed, whilst he was calling Madam Pomfrey. She came quickly, wondering what happened now.
"Out of my way! Oh dear! What happened to Mister Snape? Let me see. . .Ah yes, he is suffering from extreme exhaustion, but he looked fine moments ago! Well, let me take a new look at Severus while I'm here. Oh! You are awake! How is this possible? You were seriously injured! Sit still and don't fuss while I check you again, will you dear?"
Severus only had time to blink his eyes before Poppy examined him again. His son was suffering extreme exhaustion? How did this happen? He gave Albus a look that clearly stated that he wanted answers, and preferably yesterday!
"Poppy, could you wait with these examinations until later?"
Poppy huffed a bit but left with the promise that she would check on them in the morning.
"What happened to Xander? How come that I am no longer fatally wounded? I want answers and I want them now!"
Meanwhile Xander had woken up and was listening carefully.
"Your son has seemed to have healed you, leading to his exhaustion."
Severus blinked. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. But then again, he hadn't expected Albus to be non cryptic and to the point.
"How did I do that, headmaster?"
"Well Xander, you seem to have the gift of a healer. But now I want you to sleep. It has been a trying night. Sleep tight."
The headmaster left, leaving Xander and Severus alone.
"I'm glad you're alright." Xander said softly, fiddling with his fingers.
"How was I found?" Severus asked.
Xander was reluctant to answer. "I . . . had a vision. I saw you and Voldemort. I saw how you were . . . tortured. I saw you escape and collapse. I woke up and immediately went to Professor Dumbledore. He called Madam Pomfrey and we took you here."
Severus had paled. "You saw all of it?"
Xander nodded. He had tears in his eyes and was on verge of crying. He could have lost his father. He could have lost his only remaining family. Of course he considered the Weasleys and Sirius family, but it wasn't the same. He could have lost his father.
Unknown by him Severus had moved to sit next to him. He had seen the tears in his eyes.
"Xander. . . why are you so upset?" Severus asked gently. Being crude with not do at all. Especially now and with his son. But Xander didn't answer. He didn't want to answer.
"Tel me."
It was such a simple request, such a small command, but Xander still didn't really want to answer. He started scratching his arm without realising it, giving his father the sign that he was really upset.
"Xander, please, tell me." Severus whispered this silent plea. How could Xander not answer? It would made /him/ seem cruel.
"I thought you would die." Xander started crying. "I thought I would lose you before I got the chance to really get to know you. I was so afraid of losing you! I can't lose you too!"
Severus gently took Xander in his arms.
"Ssssst. It's alright. You're not going to lose me. It's alright."
He kept muttering these things until Xander had fallen asleep, and after a while, Severuse fell asleep too.
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Draco woke up in the middle of the night, but he couldn't say what had caused him to wake up. He grunted a bit and looked around. Everybody seemed to be sleeping, except him. But wait a second. Were was Xander? He looked around but couldn't find him.
He put his robes on and intended to search Xander when Dumbledore arrived and stopped him. How the hell did this guy know when to be where? ! And then Dumbledore had the nerve to chuckle. Chuckle, I tell you!
"Calm down, Mister Malfoy. I just came to tell you that Mister Snape is in the infirmary. But don't worry, he will be released in the morning. I suggest you go back to bed and visit him in the morning."
That being said he left Draco alone. Droca stood there dumbfounded and feeling a bit insulted. But he would do what Dumbledore told him. Not because he trusted the old fool, because he didn't exactly trust him. No, he would do as he had told because he had troubled himself to come and tell Draco were Xander was.
Besides, he would be able to get the story from Xander.
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Xander gasped. His father was awake.
"Fa. . . father?" Xander whispered.
He was afraid he was dreaming. He was so afraid to blink, so afraid to discover that this was just an illusion. He was so horribly, terribly afraid. His father was seriously injured. His life hang on a thin thread. He was so close to dying. . .And yet he was awake? ! He could not believe it! His head whirled in thinking patterns that kept denying this to be truth. This was quite impossible even. But his father truly looked better. Not good, no, but he didn't look like he was about to be dying anymore. Xander looked at Dumbledore, who was smiling from relieve. Xander would have sworn he saw unshed tears in his eyes.
"Father? . . . Dad?"
Snape blinked once. And then again. Reality wasn't catching up with him. He remembered the meeting with Voldemort, the curses and let's not forget his narrow escape. He had been gravely injured. But now he was feeling fine. Well, not 'fine', but no longer like he had been used as a test dummy for dangerous curses. He no longer felt the life flowing out of him. He heard his son call him. Father, he called him. But he didn't look at Xander. He was too confused, he was still trying to sort things out. How had he healed so much that he was out of danger? He heard Xander again. Father he was called once again. And he was called . . .dad? He looked at his sons' face. He saw relieve and happiness and shock. Shock? What had happened?
Xander suddenly didn't feel so good. He felt weak, drained, out of energy. He grabbed the bed to balance himself. His face was now pale; too pale. He felt light-headed and sick. He was so hot, why was it so hot! Before anyone could react Xander had fallen on the ground, having lost consciences.
Dumbledore scooped up Xander and put him on a bed, whilst he was calling Madam Pomfrey. She came quickly, wondering what happened now.
"Out of my way! Oh dear! What happened to Mister Snape? Let me see. . .Ah yes, he is suffering from extreme exhaustion, but he looked fine moments ago! Well, let me take a new look at Severus while I'm here. Oh! You are awake! How is this possible? You were seriously injured! Sit still and don't fuss while I check you again, will you dear?"
Severus only had time to blink his eyes before Poppy examined him again. His son was suffering extreme exhaustion? How did this happen? He gave Albus a look that clearly stated that he wanted answers, and preferably yesterday!
"Poppy, could you wait with these examinations until later?"
Poppy huffed a bit but left with the promise that she would check on them in the morning.
"What happened to Xander? How come that I am no longer fatally wounded? I want answers and I want them now!"
Meanwhile Xander had woken up and was listening carefully.
"Your son has seemed to have healed you, leading to his exhaustion."
Severus blinked. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. But then again, he hadn't expected Albus to be non cryptic and to the point.
"How did I do that, headmaster?"
"Well Xander, you seem to have the gift of a healer. But now I want you to sleep. It has been a trying night. Sleep tight."
The headmaster left, leaving Xander and Severus alone.
"I'm glad you're alright." Xander said softly, fiddling with his fingers.
"How was I found?" Severus asked.
Xander was reluctant to answer. "I . . . had a vision. I saw you and Voldemort. I saw how you were . . . tortured. I saw you escape and collapse. I woke up and immediately went to Professor Dumbledore. He called Madam Pomfrey and we took you here."
Severus had paled. "You saw all of it?"
Xander nodded. He had tears in his eyes and was on verge of crying. He could have lost his father. He could have lost his only remaining family. Of course he considered the Weasleys and Sirius family, but it wasn't the same. He could have lost his father.
Unknown by him Severus had moved to sit next to him. He had seen the tears in his eyes.
"Xander. . . why are you so upset?" Severus asked gently. Being crude with not do at all. Especially now and with his son. But Xander didn't answer. He didn't want to answer.
"Tel me."
It was such a simple request, such a small command, but Xander still didn't really want to answer. He started scratching his arm without realising it, giving his father the sign that he was really upset.
"Xander, please, tell me." Severus whispered this silent plea. How could Xander not answer? It would made /him/ seem cruel.
"I thought you would die." Xander started crying. "I thought I would lose you before I got the chance to really get to know you. I was so afraid of losing you! I can't lose you too!"
Severus gently took Xander in his arms.
"Ssssst. It's alright. You're not going to lose me. It's alright."
He kept muttering these things until Xander had fallen asleep, and after a while, Severuse fell asleep too.
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Draco woke up in the middle of the night, but he couldn't say what had caused him to wake up. He grunted a bit and looked around. Everybody seemed to be sleeping, except him. But wait a second. Were was Xander? He looked around but couldn't find him.
He put his robes on and intended to search Xander when Dumbledore arrived and stopped him. How the hell did this guy know when to be where? ! And then Dumbledore had the nerve to chuckle. Chuckle, I tell you!
"Calm down, Mister Malfoy. I just came to tell you that Mister Snape is in the infirmary. But don't worry, he will be released in the morning. I suggest you go back to bed and visit him in the morning."
That being said he left Draco alone. Droca stood there dumbfounded and feeling a bit insulted. But he would do what Dumbledore told him. Not because he trusted the old fool, because he didn't exactly trust him. No, he would do as he had told because he had troubled himself to come and tell Draco were Xander was.
Besides, he would be able to get the story from Xander.
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