In Which There Are Yet Again Explanations
Chapter 40:
The infirmary was again packed as Madame Pomfrey insisted that all injuries were treated by her…although the Aurours had taken most of the Death Eaters away, leaving only the most seriously wounded. Methos was lying on a bed in a secluded section of the ward, Pomfrey insisted that he was seriously injured, and ignored him when he insisted that he was alright, sometimes rather sourly and colorfully. He flung of the sheets as he tried once again to stand up and leave. At once a furious Madame Pomfrey appeared at his side, pushing him back down.
"And where do you think you're going?"
"To my rooms."
"Nope."
"Severus' rooms?"
"I don't think so."
"I'm not staying here." Poppy scowled at him.
"Oh yes you are. You are staying here until I see fit to release you. Even if I have to cast a full-body-bind on you I will." Methos smirked.
"You can't body bind doesn't work with me." Poppy grinned at him.
"Yes, but I always can make your clothing disappear. I don't think you want to parade around Hogwarts naked." Methos scoffed.
"Modesty is beneath me." He stood. Pomfrey waved her wand and muttered a few choice words. His clothes disappeared. The door opened. He dove under the covers. Methos glared at Poppy.
"Sadist." Severus walked in and raised an eyebrow.
"Did I see skin just now?" Methos glared.
"You, sir, have a one track and dirty mind." Severus laughed. Poppy Pomfrey looked at him, the bloody clothes he still wore, the small line of dried blood still running from the corner of his mouth, and wondered how he had escaped her notice before. Immediately she tried to muscle him into a bed as well. He, surprisingly, started to laugh.
"Poppy, I'm not hurt. I have only a mild headache and even that's going away as we speak." Poppy crossed her arms, fighting the urge to stomp her foot like a child.
"You're not going anywhere until I have a look."
"But I feel fine."
"It's not worth it," Put in Methos. "I told her that as well. As you can see I'm still here."
"That's only because you're not wearing any clothes."
"She took them!"
"Boys!" Poppy interjected. "No arguing. This is an infirmary. Now, Severus, sit down and take off your clothes." Severus raised his eyebrow as Methos choked on laughter.
"Isn't it a little early in our relationship for this? I mean, we've never even dated." Poppy glared at him as Methos laughed harder.
"Do it and keep your dignity or I'll make them disappear like his." She jerked her thumb at Methos who grinned unabashedly. Severus grumbled but complied. He pulled off his shirt and did a double take at the front. There was a bloody hole right in the middle, just about where his heart was. Eyes wide he poked his fingers through the front of the shirt. He looked at Methos.
'I'll explain later,' Methos mouthed, nodding at the shirt, 'you'd better hide that.' Severus waved his wand, returning the shirt to its normal shape and state of cleanliness, then continued undressing as if nothing had happened. 'well,' thought Methos, 'he's taking this really well.' Except for a few bloodstains and a bandage over his left forearm, (which Pomfrey didn't question) his skin was flawless. Poppy looked at him sideways and cast an anti-glamour charm. He didn't change. With eyes still suspicious, she told him he was free to go.
"What about me?" Methos asked. Poppy sighed.
"Alright, let's see what you have here. She pulled the covers back, maybe a little farter than necessary, but Severus wasn't complaining. Methos' skin, like Severus, was flawless and had a healthy tint to it. She sighed and shook her head.
"There's nothing wrong that I can see. Go on. Get out of my infirmary." She walked away, muttering something about a headache and wise-guy professors. Methos turned to Severus, who stared back.
"Well, although I did wear a toga and was quite good at it, thank you very much, I would not prefer to be forced to use one, not, I think, would you. So go find us clothes. I think there are some pajamas over on that shelf over there. Severus retrieved the pajamas, and tossed a set to Methos. With a little maneuvering and quite a bit of peek-a-boo skin, Methos donned the pajamas. Soon both were dressed and left the infirmary, heading for the dungeons. They had to talk.
The Dungeons.
They entered Severus' rooms and Severus went immediately for the liquor chest as soon as he had locked the door. He poured a drink for the both of them and handed Methos his. Methos nodded his thanks, almost downing the whole thing in one go. Severus took his drink more slowly and the two sat down on Severus' couch. Severus talked first.
"Methos…why did I have a hole in the front of my shirt…and why was it all bloody?" Methos sighed and decided to take a direct approach.
"It was, well, because you took a dagger to the chest."
"Oh," Severus thought for a minute.
"I didn't just loose consciousness for a while, did I? I died." Methos grimaced.
"Sorry, but yes." Severus sat there quietly for a few moments. The next sound to be heard was the shattering of glass as he crushed the tumbler in his hand.
"Careful!" Severus let his hand be pried open and watched as Methos made the glass disappear with a wave of his wand. He stared at his hand as the blue lightning flashed, healing the wound within seconds.
"It's true, isn't it?" Methos nodded.
"Yeah." Severus looked at the floor, absently scratching at the bandage on his arm. The itching didn't stop, just grew. Annoyed at the necessity of the bandage he ripped it off…and stared at what he saw. Blue lightning arched over his skin, slowly erasing the Dark Mark on his arm, the same mark that had caused him so much pain and punishment. Within moments, it was gone.
"It's gone." He whispered. "It's really gone." He looked at Methos and grinned. "You know, I could get used to this Immortality shtick. Can't die. Can't get sick. Curses don't stick. No wrinkles. No more Dark Mark…" He winked at Methos, "Stamina of a 28 year old." Methos laughed.
"Very true. Immortal stamina is stuff of legend."
"Come on," Methos said, pulling Severus up, "Let's turn fiction into fact."
Later that Night
"Methos?"
"Yes Severus?"
"Are you going to be my teacher?"
"I already am. You don't really need much more training. You know the rules. You know when to fight. You know how to fight. All you really need is practice. We can do that over the summer. I've contacted Mac, and he's letting us stay at the cabin over the summer."
"The cabin?"
"You'll see." Severus opened his mouth to speak again, but Methos cut him off with a kiss. When they parted Methos said, "No more talking. Now is not the time for questions." Methos' voice had dropped to a husky growl, sending shivers down Severus' spine. He smirked. No more words were said that night.
Next Day; Dumbledore's office
Our heroes were once again gathered together in Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore himself was standing by the newly emerged Fawkes by the window. He was also talking. Let's see what he had to say, shall we?
"In light of the battle some facts have come to the surface about one of out co-workers. I believe it is time for the whole truth to be told. Adam?"
"Do I have to?" Methos whined.
"Yes," said Dumbledore simply. Methos sighed.
"I'd rather not, but if you insist." He faced the other teachers. "My name isn't really Adam Pierson, and I'm not exactly a wizard, or really human for that matter. I did go to Beaubaxtons, but as a teacher, not a student. I was a student here, at Hogwarts, hundreds of years ago. I was a close, personal friend of Slazar Slytherin, and was one of his first students." He paused a minute for effect, "I'm a lot older than I appear to be, as you may have figured out. I am Immortal, and my name is Methos." He looked over at Cassandra, who had refrained from commenting, but was looking calmly at him. This surprised him. He saw no malice or ill will on her part. Could she finally be accepting him as a real person? He hoped so. He faintly realized the other teachers were firing questions at him. He held up a hand. "Please, please, I have no problems answering your questions, but not now. Not until I have some beer in me. It's been far too long." Severus blinked.
"Methos, luv, it's only been a few hours."
"18 hours and," he checked his watch, "16 minutes to be exact, but who's counting?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Anything else you wish to share?" Methos shook his head, then nodded.
"Yes. I propose for next year the start of a self-defense program. You, know, hand to hand fighting. The Death Eaters aren't going to settle for simple wand waving. If they get disarmed, they're going to fight with their hands, and I want those children to be prepared." He paused then continued softly, "I wish it could e different, but we no longer have a choice."
"Who do you propose will teach this class?" Asked McGonnagal. Methos smiled Mona Lisa smile.
"Oh, I have an idea. All I have to do is explain the situation and the Boy Scout will be here before you can say Glenmorange."
"Anybody else have something to say?" asked Dumbledore. There was a general negative. "All right then. Go enjoy the rest of the week. Classes are cancelled until Monday. You deserve a rest."
TBC.
Wow, another chapter a day later!!!! Cool!!!! The next chapter will be out some time next week. Till then, ta ta
I was, am, and always will be, Immortaljedi
Chapter 40:
The infirmary was again packed as Madame Pomfrey insisted that all injuries were treated by her…although the Aurours had taken most of the Death Eaters away, leaving only the most seriously wounded. Methos was lying on a bed in a secluded section of the ward, Pomfrey insisted that he was seriously injured, and ignored him when he insisted that he was alright, sometimes rather sourly and colorfully. He flung of the sheets as he tried once again to stand up and leave. At once a furious Madame Pomfrey appeared at his side, pushing him back down.
"And where do you think you're going?"
"To my rooms."
"Nope."
"Severus' rooms?"
"I don't think so."
"I'm not staying here." Poppy scowled at him.
"Oh yes you are. You are staying here until I see fit to release you. Even if I have to cast a full-body-bind on you I will." Methos smirked.
"You can't body bind doesn't work with me." Poppy grinned at him.
"Yes, but I always can make your clothing disappear. I don't think you want to parade around Hogwarts naked." Methos scoffed.
"Modesty is beneath me." He stood. Pomfrey waved her wand and muttered a few choice words. His clothes disappeared. The door opened. He dove under the covers. Methos glared at Poppy.
"Sadist." Severus walked in and raised an eyebrow.
"Did I see skin just now?" Methos glared.
"You, sir, have a one track and dirty mind." Severus laughed. Poppy Pomfrey looked at him, the bloody clothes he still wore, the small line of dried blood still running from the corner of his mouth, and wondered how he had escaped her notice before. Immediately she tried to muscle him into a bed as well. He, surprisingly, started to laugh.
"Poppy, I'm not hurt. I have only a mild headache and even that's going away as we speak." Poppy crossed her arms, fighting the urge to stomp her foot like a child.
"You're not going anywhere until I have a look."
"But I feel fine."
"It's not worth it," Put in Methos. "I told her that as well. As you can see I'm still here."
"That's only because you're not wearing any clothes."
"She took them!"
"Boys!" Poppy interjected. "No arguing. This is an infirmary. Now, Severus, sit down and take off your clothes." Severus raised his eyebrow as Methos choked on laughter.
"Isn't it a little early in our relationship for this? I mean, we've never even dated." Poppy glared at him as Methos laughed harder.
"Do it and keep your dignity or I'll make them disappear like his." She jerked her thumb at Methos who grinned unabashedly. Severus grumbled but complied. He pulled off his shirt and did a double take at the front. There was a bloody hole right in the middle, just about where his heart was. Eyes wide he poked his fingers through the front of the shirt. He looked at Methos.
'I'll explain later,' Methos mouthed, nodding at the shirt, 'you'd better hide that.' Severus waved his wand, returning the shirt to its normal shape and state of cleanliness, then continued undressing as if nothing had happened. 'well,' thought Methos, 'he's taking this really well.' Except for a few bloodstains and a bandage over his left forearm, (which Pomfrey didn't question) his skin was flawless. Poppy looked at him sideways and cast an anti-glamour charm. He didn't change. With eyes still suspicious, she told him he was free to go.
"What about me?" Methos asked. Poppy sighed.
"Alright, let's see what you have here. She pulled the covers back, maybe a little farter than necessary, but Severus wasn't complaining. Methos' skin, like Severus, was flawless and had a healthy tint to it. She sighed and shook her head.
"There's nothing wrong that I can see. Go on. Get out of my infirmary." She walked away, muttering something about a headache and wise-guy professors. Methos turned to Severus, who stared back.
"Well, although I did wear a toga and was quite good at it, thank you very much, I would not prefer to be forced to use one, not, I think, would you. So go find us clothes. I think there are some pajamas over on that shelf over there. Severus retrieved the pajamas, and tossed a set to Methos. With a little maneuvering and quite a bit of peek-a-boo skin, Methos donned the pajamas. Soon both were dressed and left the infirmary, heading for the dungeons. They had to talk.
The Dungeons.
They entered Severus' rooms and Severus went immediately for the liquor chest as soon as he had locked the door. He poured a drink for the both of them and handed Methos his. Methos nodded his thanks, almost downing the whole thing in one go. Severus took his drink more slowly and the two sat down on Severus' couch. Severus talked first.
"Methos…why did I have a hole in the front of my shirt…and why was it all bloody?" Methos sighed and decided to take a direct approach.
"It was, well, because you took a dagger to the chest."
"Oh," Severus thought for a minute.
"I didn't just loose consciousness for a while, did I? I died." Methos grimaced.
"Sorry, but yes." Severus sat there quietly for a few moments. The next sound to be heard was the shattering of glass as he crushed the tumbler in his hand.
"Careful!" Severus let his hand be pried open and watched as Methos made the glass disappear with a wave of his wand. He stared at his hand as the blue lightning flashed, healing the wound within seconds.
"It's true, isn't it?" Methos nodded.
"Yeah." Severus looked at the floor, absently scratching at the bandage on his arm. The itching didn't stop, just grew. Annoyed at the necessity of the bandage he ripped it off…and stared at what he saw. Blue lightning arched over his skin, slowly erasing the Dark Mark on his arm, the same mark that had caused him so much pain and punishment. Within moments, it was gone.
"It's gone." He whispered. "It's really gone." He looked at Methos and grinned. "You know, I could get used to this Immortality shtick. Can't die. Can't get sick. Curses don't stick. No wrinkles. No more Dark Mark…" He winked at Methos, "Stamina of a 28 year old." Methos laughed.
"Very true. Immortal stamina is stuff of legend."
"Come on," Methos said, pulling Severus up, "Let's turn fiction into fact."
Later that Night
"Methos?"
"Yes Severus?"
"Are you going to be my teacher?"
"I already am. You don't really need much more training. You know the rules. You know when to fight. You know how to fight. All you really need is practice. We can do that over the summer. I've contacted Mac, and he's letting us stay at the cabin over the summer."
"The cabin?"
"You'll see." Severus opened his mouth to speak again, but Methos cut him off with a kiss. When they parted Methos said, "No more talking. Now is not the time for questions." Methos' voice had dropped to a husky growl, sending shivers down Severus' spine. He smirked. No more words were said that night.
Next Day; Dumbledore's office
Our heroes were once again gathered together in Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore himself was standing by the newly emerged Fawkes by the window. He was also talking. Let's see what he had to say, shall we?
"In light of the battle some facts have come to the surface about one of out co-workers. I believe it is time for the whole truth to be told. Adam?"
"Do I have to?" Methos whined.
"Yes," said Dumbledore simply. Methos sighed.
"I'd rather not, but if you insist." He faced the other teachers. "My name isn't really Adam Pierson, and I'm not exactly a wizard, or really human for that matter. I did go to Beaubaxtons, but as a teacher, not a student. I was a student here, at Hogwarts, hundreds of years ago. I was a close, personal friend of Slazar Slytherin, and was one of his first students." He paused a minute for effect, "I'm a lot older than I appear to be, as you may have figured out. I am Immortal, and my name is Methos." He looked over at Cassandra, who had refrained from commenting, but was looking calmly at him. This surprised him. He saw no malice or ill will on her part. Could she finally be accepting him as a real person? He hoped so. He faintly realized the other teachers were firing questions at him. He held up a hand. "Please, please, I have no problems answering your questions, but not now. Not until I have some beer in me. It's been far too long." Severus blinked.
"Methos, luv, it's only been a few hours."
"18 hours and," he checked his watch, "16 minutes to be exact, but who's counting?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Anything else you wish to share?" Methos shook his head, then nodded.
"Yes. I propose for next year the start of a self-defense program. You, know, hand to hand fighting. The Death Eaters aren't going to settle for simple wand waving. If they get disarmed, they're going to fight with their hands, and I want those children to be prepared." He paused then continued softly, "I wish it could e different, but we no longer have a choice."
"Who do you propose will teach this class?" Asked McGonnagal. Methos smiled Mona Lisa smile.
"Oh, I have an idea. All I have to do is explain the situation and the Boy Scout will be here before you can say Glenmorange."
"Anybody else have something to say?" asked Dumbledore. There was a general negative. "All right then. Go enjoy the rest of the week. Classes are cancelled until Monday. You deserve a rest."
TBC.
Wow, another chapter a day later!!!! Cool!!!! The next chapter will be out some time next week. Till then, ta ta
I was, am, and always will be, Immortaljedi