Disclaimer: I don't own any HP characters, my own are bad enough to me.
A/N: Another request from Tantz. Probably the last chapter of my saga.
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"But professor, he can't die!"
How naïve Ron has gotten. It's almost too much to not want to shake him out of this stupor. I sigh and sit next to him and an almost catatonic Harry.
"He's really sick. He's been spitting up blood in his sleep, and there really isn't any way I know how to cure him."
They looked at me disbelieving. I loved it; I knew that somewhere in their hearts they had a soft spot for old Severus. Thank god. I paced around the room like I was prowling a cage. I could feel the sickness coming over me; there was no way I'd be able to be with them during their ritual. I'd probably tear them apart and give Severus a heart attack.
It's not like I don't know he's giving up. That part I leave out when explaining to Ron and Harry the situation.
"Headmistress McGonagol and I have done all we can. Or know how to. It's really up to his two best students." I gave them a faint, yet baiting, smile.
Ron ruined the moment by barely audibly saying, "One of those was Hermione." He stalked away and left me alone with Harry.
Harry moaned a bit to himself and started to sob. And not just tears were coming from my best friends godson, and son. He was convulsing, and he just seemed to have let go of everything. He'd seen Severus collapse. He felt guilty, like his hug had caused it all. He wouldn't touch a soul; he barely spoke and kept to himself. Basically he was turning INTO Snape. It was scary to watch the first time, I didn't want to see Harry turn into anyone but Harry.
I touched his shoulder faintly. "You know. Sirius would so proud of you for hugging him."
That didn't quite make it better; I bit my lip and paced again.
"I told him I'd trade his life for Sirius'!" Oh, so that's what it was all about. Crap. I put my hand behind my back and looked up at the ceiling.
"Is that all you said to him?" He looked at me as if I was torturing him and he nodded slowly.
"Well then. At least you told him something that was on your mind. Believe me it probably wasn't the best thing to say, but I see you two made up since you hugged him." I looked over at him, blank faced, I didn't want to give away too much. In fact I probably would have said the same thing at one time in my life, considering the way Severus had been treating the boys before the whole Voldermort incident.
"I'm awful aren't I? I should go back to the Dursley's and let them kill me. Why did he save me Remus, WHY?"
I didn't even have to think of the answer.
"Because he loves you Harry. And be being a stubborn and obstinate fellow, he shows his love for you. And it's probably not best to question this if he wakes, and I hope he does, because he might just keel over and cry."
The sheer terror in the boys face as I mentioned his crabby and batty Potions Master crying seemed to be and invitation for him to show the guts to go and save the poor fellow.
I tried my best to linger around that night outside of Snape's quarters, and I heard the boys do their chant. I heard some coughing and wheezing from Snape and I felt it safe to go out into the Forbidden Forest and do my natural thing. I changed so quickly into the wolf that it didn't even hurt and I went to the battlefields to go search for fresh meat.
Not human flesh, because I could never stand the taste. But probable some scavengers like me. I chased a group of wild dogs from the site, it was if the Deatheaters weren't meant to be buried, and I can't say I blame anyone, so I let a few wild birds nip at Lucius Malfoy for a bit longer than I should have. Then I chased them away. I was feeling rather like I was protecting the bodies of these poor misbegotten fools. I was their Keeper.
A/N: Another request from Tantz. Probably the last chapter of my saga.
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"But professor, he can't die!"
How naïve Ron has gotten. It's almost too much to not want to shake him out of this stupor. I sigh and sit next to him and an almost catatonic Harry.
"He's really sick. He's been spitting up blood in his sleep, and there really isn't any way I know how to cure him."
They looked at me disbelieving. I loved it; I knew that somewhere in their hearts they had a soft spot for old Severus. Thank god. I paced around the room like I was prowling a cage. I could feel the sickness coming over me; there was no way I'd be able to be with them during their ritual. I'd probably tear them apart and give Severus a heart attack.
It's not like I don't know he's giving up. That part I leave out when explaining to Ron and Harry the situation.
"Headmistress McGonagol and I have done all we can. Or know how to. It's really up to his two best students." I gave them a faint, yet baiting, smile.
Ron ruined the moment by barely audibly saying, "One of those was Hermione." He stalked away and left me alone with Harry.
Harry moaned a bit to himself and started to sob. And not just tears were coming from my best friends godson, and son. He was convulsing, and he just seemed to have let go of everything. He'd seen Severus collapse. He felt guilty, like his hug had caused it all. He wouldn't touch a soul; he barely spoke and kept to himself. Basically he was turning INTO Snape. It was scary to watch the first time, I didn't want to see Harry turn into anyone but Harry.
I touched his shoulder faintly. "You know. Sirius would so proud of you for hugging him."
That didn't quite make it better; I bit my lip and paced again.
"I told him I'd trade his life for Sirius'!" Oh, so that's what it was all about. Crap. I put my hand behind my back and looked up at the ceiling.
"Is that all you said to him?" He looked at me as if I was torturing him and he nodded slowly.
"Well then. At least you told him something that was on your mind. Believe me it probably wasn't the best thing to say, but I see you two made up since you hugged him." I looked over at him, blank faced, I didn't want to give away too much. In fact I probably would have said the same thing at one time in my life, considering the way Severus had been treating the boys before the whole Voldermort incident.
"I'm awful aren't I? I should go back to the Dursley's and let them kill me. Why did he save me Remus, WHY?"
I didn't even have to think of the answer.
"Because he loves you Harry. And be being a stubborn and obstinate fellow, he shows his love for you. And it's probably not best to question this if he wakes, and I hope he does, because he might just keel over and cry."
The sheer terror in the boys face as I mentioned his crabby and batty Potions Master crying seemed to be and invitation for him to show the guts to go and save the poor fellow.
I tried my best to linger around that night outside of Snape's quarters, and I heard the boys do their chant. I heard some coughing and wheezing from Snape and I felt it safe to go out into the Forbidden Forest and do my natural thing. I changed so quickly into the wolf that it didn't even hurt and I went to the battlefields to go search for fresh meat.
Not human flesh, because I could never stand the taste. But probable some scavengers like me. I chased a group of wild dogs from the site, it was if the Deatheaters weren't meant to be buried, and I can't say I blame anyone, so I let a few wild birds nip at Lucius Malfoy for a bit longer than I should have. Then I chased them away. I was feeling rather like I was protecting the bodies of these poor misbegotten fools. I was their Keeper.