The Games They Play

Chapter 41


True to his orders, Dobby did immediately pop them to Severus' quarters, and then pop away to the hospital wing to find Poppy Pomfrey, she was waiting there everything already prepared for the eventuality of being needed.

"Matron Pomfrey, you is being needed in Master Snape's quarters," Dobby said, his voice almost stumbling over the words in order to get them out as quickly as possible.

"I have everything here prepared…" Poppy did not get to finish before she found herself surrounded by an empty area she'd worked on tirelessly. Her kit, which she had meticulously checked over earlier, the table filled with potion vials of the more needed draughts after a duel, everything except the bed had been taken.

"You come now," Dobby declared, matching forward on his diminutive legs, and hooking his fingers around her apron and both of them were teleported from the Hospital wing to Severus' quarters. When doing so, Dobby staggered, a little pained sound leaving his lips.

"Dobby!" Harry said, concerned for his little friend, he'd all but faceplanted on the ground. Only his quick reflexes prevented it, his nose just barely touching the flagstones in the dungeons floor. "Sorry, are you okay?" easing the House-elf up, his gaze going from Blake to Dobby rapidly as if he didn't know who to focus on more.

Severus rubbed his chest, a frown on his face, Poppy was reacting in a similar manner. Although, her focus was primarily on Blake, who was lying on a bed that had been transfigured, mimicking a hospital bed. Which was good, normal beds were just no good, especially considering that all beds within Hogwarts – that weren't Hospital wing beds - were double, four poster beds which weren't very practical when trying to tend to injured parties.

"What's happening?" Harry asked, noticing all this and really beginning to panic.

"I'm not sure," Severus admitted, "Poppy?" gesturing towards Blake, they could figure out what was going on with them at another time. She was just standing there looking at Blake and rubbing her chest as he was doing.

"Albus Dumbledore is no longer Headmaster of Hogwarts," Dobby spoke, his voice sure and if one knew Dobby as they did, they heard the surprise too.

"Wait, what?" Harry cried out, eyes bugging in surprise, "Has he…?" died? Had the Death Eaters came and begun fighting after they left or something? After what he had done to Blake though – or heavily suspected he had done – Harry found himself beyond caring if Albus Dumbledore died.

"Blood replenishers," Poppy plucked them of the cart she'd put them on, grateful they were within sight and reach. Mind whirling, had something happened to Albus Dumbledore? She couldn't be in two places at once, and she really should be in her hospital wing. Getting the blood replenishers into his system, she began systematically checking every single injury Blake Slytherin had, and they were numerous.

A clipboard and quill was busy dizzily writing stuff down, as she checked him over.

"These tattoos," Poppy said, glancing at Severus and Harry suspiciously, if she wasn't going insane, it was almost as though this was Harry Potter aged up. Every single tattoo had meaning, meaning to Harry's life, why would his magical guardian choose to do that?

Severus' knees buckled, as a glow encompassed him, crouched on his hands and knees, Severus' face scrunched up as he shook his head from side to side relentlessly.

"Severus? Are you alright?" Poppy asked, kneeling half way trying to tend to both of them at the same time. This was the problem with being the only Medi-witch at Hogwarts, one she'd told Dumbledore about so many times. One person for a mass problem was not a good idea, and it happened more often than people assumed. It forced her to choose between people, and she did not like doing that, especially if they were both in pain.

"See…to…Blake," Severus wheezed, still coherent despite his obvious discomfort and pain. Blake was in worse shape than him, that was for sure.

"He is being given the Headmastership," Dobby said in awe, "He is Hogwarts chosen,"

"Whoa!" Harry murmured, eyes wide, seeing what was happening in a new light. Why Dobby had felt it, why Poppy and Severus had felt it. He was grateful to know what was going on, and that Severus was going to be okay, and nothing would happen to Poppy with Blake still in critical condition. It calmed his nerves, which were severely rankled. Not only by the images shown to him by the Horcruxes but…well, everything else afterwards. He'd of course known, Severus was Hogwarts chosen to be Headmaster, Blake had stated as such after Severus was returned to Hogwarts blooded and beaten that day…and Hogwarts had shown him the way.

He was still curious and cautious over Dumbledore though.

Apparently he wasn't the only one, "Dobby, remain hidden and find out what's going on with Dumbledore," Severus demanded as he straightened, the feeling of receiving every single ward that Hogwarts brings to bear was intense. Painfully intense, but gratefully, it was easing, he could still feel the entirety of Hogwarts and every soul within her, it was like being privy to a whole new universe.

"At once, Headmaster Snape," Dobby said, but nobody other than Harry was paying attention.

"These wounds are…" Poppy grimaced, "I don't know how he's still alive," she admitted, as she healed the cuts to his throat, one by one, as blood continued to soak Blake and the mattress under him. "Give him another blood replenisher," she ordered Severus, she had to get those wounds cut, she couldn't continuing giving him blood replenishers, he couldn't get them as often as he'd need. The sound of Blake's heartbeat monitor the only sound other than their breathing.

Severus did as instructed, anxiety thrumming through him, he knew the worst wasn't over. If Blake didn't survive…he wasn't sure what he would do. He didn't want to be in a world without him, didn't want Blake to die without knowing how he felt…despite the fact he knew he never would reveal as such. He'd never wish to mess with this closeness he had with Blake, it was…more than he'd had in over a decade, since Lily. Friendship was precious to him, not a lot of people could put up with his irascible nature, and he wouldn't change for people, couldn't change for anyone. Fortunately, Blake didn't want him to change, in fact it seemed to amuse him to no end that Severus was who he was.

"That's three blood replenishers, he cannot get anything for three more hours," Severus murmured, quietly alarmed by the acknowledgement. She wasn't anywhere near close to having healed all the wounds on his neck. Even with the spell to slow the blood flow, "Has one of his arteries been hit?"

"None of the major ones, they've all been healed," Poppy explained, as her fingers worked her magic, "What the hell happened here?"

"Diffindo," Severus informed her, before he pointed his own wand at one of the wounds and sealing it closed, surprisingly Poppy said nothing, and together they worked in tandem to get the dozens upon dozens of different cuts cleaned out and healed up. Unfortunately, any potions that were useful, were no good for flesh that had been ruined by spells such as Diffindo, especially to the extent of Blake's injuries. Which were severe and very, very deep.

Poppy swallowed thickly, "He's the luckiest patient I've ever come across if he survived this to the neck." She'd seen such a spell rend and tear legs and arms off, he must have had some sort of protection, it was the only explanation as to how he survived this, the ONLY explanation. Lucky didn't quite start to cover it.

Severus said nothing, well aware of that fact, as they continued to work in tandem.

Harry suspected they'd forgotten he was still there, but didn't wish to disturb them so sat on Severus' leather couch. Wrapping the throw on the back around his shoulders, it was always freezing cold in here. Glancing at Poppy and Severus then Blake, he pointed his wand at the fire and lit it up. The logs that had been placed inside of it, just waiting to be lit again, burst to life in a glow of orange and ember, as it ate through the wood and warmed the dungeons up a little at a time.

"Mister dumbledore is in the Headmaster's office, unconscious," Dobby informed them as he appeared back, wringing his hands, an indication that he was at a loss of what to do. "He wouldn't wake up, I tried everything." Everything he knew anyway, but he wasn't a wizard.

Severus paused, glancing at Dobby in confusion, he had searched for Dumbledore in the wards…but he hadn't felt a damn thing. Were they not working or was it because Dumbledore was unconscious? He didn't know much about the wards, or how they worked, he was just going off instinct here, he suspected Hogwarts herself was helping.

A flash of the office in his minds eye, along with the picture Dumbledore made sprawled out on the floor. He must have fallen from his chair, had he had a heart attack?

"Is he still breathing?" Severus enquired. "Is it too fast? His heartbeat?"

Dobby immediately popped away, ready to find out the information his Master and Headmaster required.

"Three broken ribs, the rest are in a sorry state on his left side, he's going to be in severe pain for months," Poppy mumbled to herself, wincing at the feel of them. once again her eyes were drawn to the tattoos. Noticing scars under the tattoos she felt for one that was familiar, flashing to healing one that Harry had that was identical. That was impossible, she must be imagining it, people got hurt all the time.

Levitating him she turned him on his back to see how severe it was there, only to inhale sharply. That was the dragon that Harry had fought, the Norwegian ridgeback. Then there was the Hogwarts motto, Blake had supposedly not ever attended this school, and the tattoo was not fresh. Tapping her wand against his bruised skin, bandages began to wrap themselves around his chest, compressing the damaged ribs.

Once that was done, she coaxed the wizard – who she heavily suspected was NOT Blake Slytherin – into drinking a potion to knit his ribs back together.

"He was hit in the thigh," Severus said, vividly reminded of the spell hitting him earlier at the end of the duel.

Poppy in confusion, not seeing any blood, swiftly removed his trousers as well. There she found the red, blistered irritated wound. Seeing it made her feel sick a little, he had cauterised the wound, that would scar, there was absolutely nothing she could do for him. She did pick up a salve, and spread it on the wound, to lessen the scarring, and take the heat out of the cauterised wound. It was a good job he had cauterised it, otherwise he wouldn't have survived, he'd been losing too much blood from the neck wound.

"He is breathing fine, Headmaster Snape," Dobby said, popping back in, "Slow and steady," despite his unconscious state.

"Bring him to the hospital wing," Poppy asked of the House-elf, "I'll see to him as soon as I am free," Blake Slytherin definitely had needed her more, at least she was assuming so. He had probably just passed out after the wards transferred to Severus, she hadn't even realized he wanted to leave Hogwarts and retire.

Dobby stared at Severus, who gave a curt nod, for Dobby to follow Poppy's direction.

"What if Blake needs you?" Harry protested, speaking for the first time in over an hour. Barely registering Dobby disappearing for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

"I'm only a Floo call away," Poppy explained, giving another glance at Blake, before her eyes found Severus', "Is there something you want to tell me about him?" gesturing towards the wizard on the bed.

Severus arched a brow, "Such as?" not easily broken, not even by Poppy Pomfrey.

"Who is he really?" Poppy asked, her idea was ridiculous, she knew it was.

"Blake Slytherin," Severus replied automatically, and it was the truth to an extent, Blake was no longer Harry Potter.

Poppy hummed, casting another diagnosis, "He needs a nutrition potion, I did not bring one with me," she informed Severus, as she set up an IV for him, without knowing how long he'd remain unconscious…this was the best way for him to get the fluids his body definitely needed, especially with the severe blood loss.

"Will he be okay?" Harry asked, staring at Blake, he'd never seen him look so vulnerable.

Poppy pursed her lips, "I've done everything I can for him right now," she confessed, not willing to lie to the boy. He'd lost so much, and it would hurt him to lose anyone else, she could see how much Harry cared, how much he loved Blake. Unfortunately, she couldn't promise something that she couldn't deliver, "His body has taken a severe beating, he's lost a lot of blood, too much I'd say, and he's in very bad shape."

Harry swallowed thickly, not exactly what he wanted to hear.

"I'm going to give him antibiotics, just to be on the safe side," Poppy added, administering the last potion she could give him. "I'll be by every two hours to administer his potions and make sure he's doing well. I've added a wellbeing spell, so if anything happens I can get here immediately." It would be no different than if she was in the hospital wing.

"Understood," Severus answered, "Call upon Dobby, he will answer immediately," it was quicker than using the Floo network.

"Very well," Poppy agreed, she so badly wanted to reassure them that Blake would be just fine. Yet she couldn't, it wouldn't be very professional, especially considering she couldn't guarantee it.

"Thank you, Poppy," Severus said, straightening up, Blake would survive, he hadn't done all this only to die now, and his fears of vanishing after defeating Voldemort were for naught. He was still here, and he'd be damned if he lost him now.

"You're welcome," with that Poppy did use the Floo to get back to her Hospital wing. Sighing softly, she sat on her stool, staring at the blood on her hands. An idea slithering into her mind, she could test the blood, find out if she was right about her suspicions…as ludicrous as her suspicions were. It wasn't impossible though, time-travel, they had the ability to go back in time after all, and who knows what had occurred in the future to bring him here?

Staring at the blood, wondering…did she want to know? swallowing thickly, no, the scars upon that young man she suspected to be Harry…many of them cauterised…no, whatever future he was from…had to extremely bad for him to risk everything on an off chance of actually going to the past.

She knew deep in her heart that it was Harry, she didn't need confirmation. With that she moved over to her sink, grabbed her hand sanitizer and methodically begun to wash every speck of blood off her hands and arms.

She could only pray that the Potter luck continued and that he'd survive, otherwise he would leave behind two utterly devastated men behind. Worse still, nobody else would really care, too busy celebrating…as they had done when Voldemort had been defeated the night James and Lily died.

Now…to find out what had happened to Albus, silly wizard attempting to stand down while alone.


Severus absently walked into his kitchen and begun filling a bowl up with warm soapy water, finding a clean cloth, before heading back towards Blake. One of his tattoos was torn to shreds, but somehow, it wasn't that important in the grand scheme of things. Yet he knew Blake loved all of those tattoos, they were a fundamental part of him. Dunking the cloth into the water, he began to methodically clean Blake with soft sure strokes.

"Dobby will go and get Master's something to eat!" Dobby declared, popping away, feeling the need to do something, anything.

"He will recover, he's strong," Severus informed Harry, he could literally feel the worry exuding from the teen…either that or it was his own. "He's been through worse." at least he wasn't alone. He wasn't sure whether he was reassuring himself or Harry to be fair.

"I'll get the covers, you levitate him," Harry murmured, yanking the blooded covers off the bed, staring at the large pool of blood under it. "I'll clean it," he added, just about to go and begin getting the necessary things to clean blood out of the bed.

"Don't bother," Severus showed him the appropriate spell to clean up blood spillages, they were very cautious about any blood being spilled. Too many spells and rituals could be used with it, so it was no surprise someone had invented a spell to get rid of it. The mattress was cleaned up and looking brand new within a minute.

"I could have really used that spell when I was younger," Harry mused, he didn't know how many times he'd had to get his own blood out of the Dursley's carpets. Bunching up the cover, he wandered over to the laundry basket in the kitchen before making a beeline for the cupboard where Severus stored his bedding and towels and such.

Severus stilled, "Indeed," was all he said to the teens back, the urge to kill Petunia had always been strong, he had immensely disliked her from the get go. Found it impossible to believe that Petunia and Lily were even related, and honestly thought the girl was adopted. Hearing what she'd put a defenceless child through out of sheer spite an jealously well, it certainly heightened the fact. If he had been Blake and gone back…he wasn't sure he would have had the willpower to not go and kill the ones responsible. If he'd had the chance…he would have killed his father, he knew that much. The world was better off without Tobias Snape.

Within minutes, Harry was back and putting a new sheet on the bed, with a few extra to cover Blake with. Once he was levitated back down, he put the covers over his Goosebumps filled skin, he would need to be kept warm. The third cover he put over him was one of those that went cold and warm when you needed it, he'd seen them in the hospital wing but never used one, he'd always gotten out as soon as he could whenever he came around. "There," he said strongly, he didn't feel all that strong but it would have to do.

The sound of the monitor going was the only reassurance they had, since Blake's chest barely moving with each breath.

"Food for Master Severus and Master Harry!" Dobby declared, putting the soup and drinks on the table on the sofa.

"Thank you, Dobby," Severus said in genuine gratitude, "Go eat," he urged Harry.

"Only if you do," Harry told him stubbornly and mutinously. His stomach grumbling hungrily at the warm aroma of the soup wafted up his nose. Hell, even the coffee was calling to him, and he didn't drink it all that often.

Sighing in exasperation, "Very well," he agreed, and both of them moved to the sofa, a soft sound leaving their mouths at the feel of the warmth penetrating their cold fingers, they hadn't even realized they'd gotten so cold.

It didn't take long for them to be dipping bread into the soup and eating it with relish after that first bite. The hunger just took over them, even if they did feel sick underneath it all, they knew they needed to eat to be able to take care of Blake.

They refused to even acknowledge the possibility of the alternative.

"I thought you didn't want to be Headmaster?" Harry queried, his fingers wrapped around the bowl, it was half done already.

"I wasn't exactly given a choice," Severus admitted wryly, Hogwarts had been stubborn and relentless. Ultimately though, Severus reckoned that it wouldn't have worked if there wasn't any part of him that wanted to stay here.

"So you'll what? Give it over to someone else?" Harry asked, picking his spoon back up and dipping it into the chicken noodle soup.

Glancing at Blake, "I honestly don't know," Severus confessed, on one hand he didn't want to be stuck here forever…on the other hand he loved Hogwarts it was his home…the only home he'd ever known until the cottage that Blake bought. That place was so tranquil and homey that he just loved being there. The seclusion helped too, he was an introvert, not at all fond of many people.

"Yeah," Harry murmured, glancing at Blake too, they were stuck in limbo for the moment.

The Floo network flared back up, and Poppy came through looking pale and shaken.

"Poppy…what?" Severus stood, putting his nearly finished food aside, alarmed by her appearance.

"Dumbledore has lost his magic," Poppy revealed, as Headmaster he had to be aware of everything under his jurisdiction.

"WHAT?" Severus asked strangled.

"And I believe it was magic herself who removed it, this was punishment, there has been no spell cast on him." Poppy informed him.

"So that's how it chose to punish him," Severus said, inhaling sharply.

"Excuse me?" Poppy asked, genuinely taken aback, apparently Severus knew something she didn't.

Severus pursed his lips, "Dumbledore tried to interfere before the duel, he had been poisoning the food that was sent up to Blake's rooms since he announced the match."

"We thought maybe he got someone else to do it, so maybe that's why it didn't take his life but his magic…" Harry suggested, eyes wider than normal, unable to believe Dumbledore was a squib. He deserved it though, after what he had done. He would live to regret his actions.

"He believes in the prophecy wholeheartedly, that only Harry could defeat Voldemort…" Severus added, sighing tiredly, running his hands through his greasy hair.

Poppy snorted, unable to help herself, thankfully they believed like Minerva that she didn't believe in divination. They'll have no idea that she knew, knew that Blake Slytherin was Harry Potter, and he had fulfilled the prophecy after all.

"What will happen to him now that he's a squib?" Harry asked cautiously.

"That's entirely up to him, but he's technically a Muggle, he has not an ounce of magic in him," Poppy admitted, "I cannot give him potions, he will need to come round himself," she didn't know how his body would react to the potions, they had magic in them, even if only a little. Squib's could get them, yes, they had magic just not an active magical core…Dumbledore for all intents and purposes was a Muggle. His core had died off entirely, the only thing left was the remnants of mother magic which was fading fast now that it's task was done. If she hadn't done the old rituals all her childhood she wouldn't have been familiar with mother magic's family tang of magic itself.

"He might never wake, his body will have gone into shock," Severus pointed out the obvious.

Poppy nodded grimly, that was indeed true. "I am not sure how to inform anyone of his particular…predicament?" did he have anyone who would care? He had a brother…but as far as she knew he wasn't his next of kin to contact if something went wrong…if she recalled correctly Minerva had been listed. "Minerva will have to be informed, she is his emergency contact."

"Then you'll need to inform her, in the hospital wing, after lunch might be best," Severus told Poppy, everyone would be eating lunch, no doubt gossiping happy style over the duel. The duel that could still cost him the wizard he loved. Wondering if anyone was curious over Dumbledore's absence of if they were expecting it since everyone would be busy, the Ministry especially with the news of Voldemort's demise. They certainly were the last time, Dumbledore had been absent for near enough two days after the end of the war, only returning for dinner on the third night and informing everyone that he was truly gone and raising his goblet in remembrance to Lily and James Potter and then gone on a length spiel about Harry – the Boy-Who-Lived – actually he'd been a bit too vigorous for a wizard who was grieving the loss of two pupils.

Minerva would likely remember that, and will have taken over, unaware of the fact the old man had passed out in his office and wasn't at the Ministry.

"Yes, I should eat myself," Poppy admitted, stomach rumbling, rubbing her eyes, she'd been anxious all night last night. She hadn't gotten much sleep, she didn't think many adults had, knowing how…vital this duel was…and whether they'd sleep tomorrow knowing he was gone or one step closer to his goal of world dominion. The students would have no doubt been extremely excited at the prospect of actually seeing a duel. "I better get going, I thought I ought to inform you." With that she used his door to leave, it was easier to get to the Great Hall from the dungeons than it was to get there from the Hospital Wing.

"Bloody hell," Harry muttered, "You're going to love this, Blake!" he added to the wizard, "Don't sleep through all the good parts, wake up soon."

"Well, it appears we have our confirmation that he was involved," Severus said bitterly, the second the old man was awake he was going to ensure he was thrown out of Hogwarts on his ass. This whole Headmastership was actually beginning sound good.

"Bigger question is, did he do it alone or is there someone else out there who took part? If so did he or she lose their magic too?" Harry mused thoughtfully.

"Indeed," Severus agreed wholeheartedly, it was his thoughts too. He doubted Dumbledore would have used anyone in the Order, that was too obvious, plus none of them would be aware of his true nature, except for perhaps Mad-eye Moody. "Perhaps you should go to the Great Hall and make an appearance?"

"Why so they can ask me a million questions?" Harry asked, scowling darkly, "No thank you," he didn't want to leave Blake on his own, or rather, he didn't want to be apart from him.

"Holding off isn't going to make it any easier," Severus pointed out, but he too probably would be doing the same thing.

"Then technically as the Headmaster you should be there," Harry informed him with a grin of delight, just imagining the reactions of every single person in the school. Only the Slytherin's would be happy for him, the others would be shocked to the core.

Severus just smirked ferally, "I'll give them a chance to get over the duel and the fact the Dark Lord is dead," oh, it was going to be glorious to see their reactions, he wondered how many would faint dead away…and how many would protest.

Harry just grinned right back, yeah, he could get behind that.

Their amusement was short lived, as they were both vividly reminded that Blake was in a very bad way. Severus eased himself down on one of his chairs, watching Blake pensively. "Poppy knows, or suspects, you better be careful about answering any questions around her."

"Yeah, anyone who sees those tattoos are bound to wonder…" Harry admitted, it all pointed to being him like a big fat red target to zero in on. It was why Blake kept them hidden all the time, he sure as hell hadn't gotten them then regretted it and decided to hide them out of shame. "If it wasn't for the Hogwarts motto…" then it would be quite easy to misguide them.

In a few years maybe, he could say he got it after teaching…if he survived.

"Perhaps," Severus agreed, then against most people didn't actually know Harry enough to join the dots except a few. He doubted even Sirius Black would bat an eyelash if he ever saw Blake in all his tattooed glory, he didn't know his own godson enough to hazard a guess. Not completely his fault, but he hadn't made any effort whatsoever. This much he had gleaned from Blake's iciness with the wizard and the show down that he'd heard so much about.

"If you're staying then get Dobby to bring you something more comfortable to change into, after you have a bath, you positively stink of fish." Severus gave Harry a pointed look not to argue with him. It would give Harry something to do, he needed that something, to take his mind off this situation but remain nearby.

"I slid into the water," Harry grimaced, staring down at his ruined robes and clothes, really smelling it for the first time now that it had been called to his attention. The path was slippery, he'd been in a panic, it had been just as disgusting as the last time, with the horrible crunching of fish bones.

"Use my bathroom," gesturing for the teen to go, seeing the hesitance on his face. "You'll hear if there is any change. Trust me." It was loud, loud enough to wake someone who was dead to the world, wrong use of word, but true nonetheless.

Harry did as suggested, going for a long soak in the tub, dumping his wet and smelly clothes in the hamper. His nightclothes, gown and slippers were in the sink when he emerged, feeling ten times better, and a little lethargic from the long soak, not so surprising since he hadn't slept much last night. When he had it had been nightmares of this exact scenario. He knew this was how Blake wanted to go out, taking care of Voldemort…but he wasn't ready to see Blake gone from his life.

"Is there any change?" he immediately asked, as he padded out in his slipper clad feet.

"Poppy has been by to give him his next doses of his potions, and left the rest he'll need for tonight," Severus informed Harry, eyeing the teen, he definitely looked better. "Dobby has made you some hot chocolate," he needed the sugar, he was looking way too pale. If he let anything happen to Harry while Blake was out of it, he'd receive hell.

Time floated on by, as both Harry and Severus just got themselves comfortable and dozed here and there, while they watched over Blake.

Severus jerked awake yet again, pinching the bridge of his nose, glancing over at Harry. Finding him reading a book, or pretending to. His eyes weren't moving even the slightest, "I'm going to go for a quick shower," he told the teen, his lips twitching in amusement as Harry jumped out of his skin. The book falling to the floor.

"Okay," he said, sounding slightly breathless, plucking the book back up.

Severus moved over to the bathroom, closing the door behind him, rubbing his tired eyes. There had been no change at all in Blake, and it wasn't a good sign. There should have been at least a little change, especially in the hours that had passed. Poppy agreed, and he didn't know how on earth to tell Harry. He could barely process it himself.

Severus had just put the shower on and stepped in when the alarm blared loudly, terror seizing Severus' heart.

Blake had stopped breathing.


Aysia this is for you :) you said you like my HP stories so I decided on this one for you! I hope you enjoy it! Well, Blake didn't disappear but will he survive? I'm honestly tempted VERY tempted to write a sad story for once :P I'm too predicable giving HEA's all the time! I'm not sure how others do it lol anyway here you go! R&R please!