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Chapter 54 **Anger Rages**
Severus stalked down the hallway from Dumbledore's office, scowling furiously with a mad glint in his eyes. It was a Saturday so only a few students were wandering about. Those that he came across got out of his way quickly enough. He swept past them, ignoring them completely, and headed straight for the dungeons.
As soon as he was there he tapped the three bricks on the wall and muttered the password. Storming inside, he angrily kicked one of the chairs over then sat down in the other one, glaring at the fire blazing on the hearth.
He did not looked up when the door formed or when Saerry stepped through.
"Sev?"
Nothing. Only silence met Saerry's call.
She walked over to her brother, right the other chair, and sat down in it, moving it as close to him as she could. Their knees touched as she leaned down, elbows rested on her thighs, and caught his eyes. She had always had a gift to catch people's eyes, even when they weren't looking at her.
"Sev."
Severus turned his head to look at her and Saerry felt tears prick at her eyes. Her brother looked so lost. It reminded her of a young werewolf cub she had found in the forest once, his mother lying dead beside him.
"Oh Sev . . ."
Saerry reached out and drew her brother into her arms. Normally he would have tried to fight her but now he did not. She tucked his head against her shoulder and hugged him close, like her had once done to her. After a moment his arms wrapped around her and they clung to each other.
What seemed like hours passed before Severus softly asked in a voice devoid of its usual timbre, "What am I going to do Saer?"
Saerry ran her hand over his hair, which he had neglected to take care of since Harry had disappeared, and replied, "Try and save Harry."
"What if we can't?"
"Then we'll die together. You, Harry, and me. And we'll take as many of those bastards as we can get down with us."
"You always know how to make a worried man feel better."
Saerry smiled and leaned her head against his. "Sleep Sev. You will need everything you have to save Harry."
"So will you."
"I'll be fine. You brewed enough of the potion. And I'll be right beside you, in wolf form if I have to."
"Mmm."
Severus closed his eyes and listened to his sister's heartbeat. The sound of it easily lulled him to sleep as he hadn't slept for two days straight.
Saerry smile and heaved the both of them to their feet. With a strength she would no normally have, she moved her brother over to a wide bed situated in a corner of the room. She laid him down on it, situated him into a comfortable position, then eased a blanket over him.
Brushing back a lock of his hair, she gently kissed his forehead and whispered, "Sleep easy big brother."
Saerry dragged one of the chairs from the fire over to the bed and sat down in it.
She was there until Severus awoke the next day.