Part 2 – Kat

I was aching from head to toe. I could hear the voices around me, but they seemed distant. I could taste blood from the wounds on my face. I heard the door of Albus's office open, and a third voice entered the conversation.

I had managed to apperate from Lucius Malfoy's house to just outside the Hogwarts gates. My head was spinning – the Death Eaters had found out I was a spy for Albus, and I know they were planning on killing me. I had managed to disapperate just before the Avada Kadavra curse was cast. Minerva found me stumbling back to the castle, and had helped me to Albus' office. The second Minerva let go of my arm, I fell to the ground, unable to hold myself up any longer.

Albus and Minerva had got me into a chair, and I heard Minerva leave. Albus tried to talk to me, but he sounded distant, and I seemed to have lost the ability to talk. Minerva came back a few minutes later, and then this new person.

It took me a while to work out who it was. The voices were getting more distant, and the world was beginning to spin. I sunk back into the chair, and closed my eyes. Albus immediately shook me. 'Severus, please try and stay with us.' He said. His voice was kind but firm.

The next few minutes were spent with Poppy (Pomfrey, the other person in the room) examining me, and cleaning the blood from my face and arms. I could no longer work out what anyone was saying, and everything was spinning and blurry. The spinning became faster, and everything went black…

When I woke up I found myself back in my quarters, in my bed. I was still in my now torn and tattered black robes, but I felt more alert than I had done.

I tried to sit up, but a hand pushed me back. Albus was in my room, sitting by my bed. 'Don't try and move, you need to rest.'

'They… they know Albus! They know about me! They want to kill me!'

'Don't worry about that at the moment, Severus.' I was told. 'It's the Easter holidays next week, and we'll deal with Lucius Malfoy and co then. All that matters at the moment is for you to get better.'

I sunk back into my bed, and I sunk back into a dream-riddled sleep.

As usual, Potter, Weasley and Granger had taken up the back row of the Potions classroom. I sauntered in with Crabbe and Goyle on either side of me, and took my usual place at the front. I turned towards Potter to say something clever and witty to him, when the door burst open. The class stood up, expecting to greet Professor Snape like usual. Instead, we found ourselves facing McGonagall.

'Sit down.' She said, waving a hand absent-mindedly. This we did. 'Now, Professor Snape has been… taken ill, and is not in a fit state to be teaching at the moment.'

My mind wandered back to Sunday evening. I had been walking back from the Great Hall with Crabbe and Goyle, when we saw Professor McGonagall entering the school, holding tightly on to a stranger's arm. Technically, I can't be sure it was a stranger, but I couldn't tell who it was. They were wearing a black cloak with a large cloak that drooped over their face, making them look like a dementor. The cloak was badly ripped, and the person looked in a bad way. Perhaps that was Professor Snape?

The lesson was very boring, as McGonagall can't teach potions. She's a waste of space if you ask me. We just sat there, taking notes from old, dusty textbooks.

At the end of the lesson, McGonagall called Granger up to the front. She began talking to the mudblood in a hushed voice, but I could still hear her.

 'Dumbledore wants to see you, it's very urgent…'