Chapter 3
Half the day had alredy zoomed by, and it was time for Potions. To everyone's amazement, however, Snape had returned. True, he looked a bit rugged, but he was alive, well, and the same old Snape.
"Sit, everyone, now!" He snapped, looking at his role chart. He looked down the list of names, making sure everyone was there. He stopped, however, at Elizabeth's name. A smile touched his lips as he saw her name, but it quickly faded as he realized he hadn't seen her walk in. "Elizabeth Potter, is she here?"
A thin, boney arm raised from the back of the room, her eyes not even registering that Snape had returned. They just stared at him, unblinking and uncaring.
Snape jumped slightly at the sight of her. Silence gripped the entire room, most eyes on Snape as they were all ready to pelt Snape and Elizabeth with insults. He blinked a few times, not believeing his own eyes. Elizabeth slowly put her arm down, her body swaying weakly with any movement. Snape opened his mouth to speak, but stopped suddenly as he watched her eyes start to flicker, then roll in the back of her head, her body sliding weakly onto the floor, blood oozing from her mouth.
Snape's eyes widened and the only words that escaped his lips were "Oh, shit!" All eyes had turned from him to the fallen Elizabeth. Most students had fled their seats and were standing around her.
Snape ran to her and felt for a pulse. It was slow and weak, and he paniced. He immeadiatly picked her fragile body up in his arms and ran with her in the direction of the hospital wing, leaving the classroom in a buzz of whispers.
Tears ran down Hermione's cheeks and she punched both Ron and Harry's chests.
"I TOLD you she wasn't fine!" Harry and Ron looked absolutly bewildered.
Draco Malfoy was shaking slightly, not believeing what he just saw. He sank to his knees, holding his head in his hands. Arachne wrapped an arm over his shoulders, comforting him.
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Snape burst in the hospital wing with the lifeless Elizabeth in his arms. Madame Pomfry looked horrified. He immediatly set her on a hospital bed as Madame Pomfry bombarded him with questions.
"Poppy, I don't know what happened, but do something! She's about dead, look at her!" Madame Pomfry tested her pulse and found it slowing down rapidly. She ran for a vile of medicine that Snape didn't notice the writing, and forced down Elizabeth's throat.
Elizabeth immeadiatly sputtered and coughed, a bit of blood dribbling down her chin. She was still uncounsious. Snape absentmindedly smoothed her hair on her forehead, not believeing that this was happening.
Madame Pomfry forced another vile of liquid down Elizabeth's throat, this time making Elizabeth vomit. The pushed her onto her side and let her continue until she was done. Madame Pomfry felt her pulse again and found it growing steady, though it was still very weak.
"She needs lots of rest. I can't say what happened to her, but I think rest is in order." Madame Pomfry looked her over and frowned. "She looks like she tried starving herself." She pulled up the sleeves on her shirt and gasped. Snape glanced and his stomach turned. Deep scars ran across her wrists and arms, some looking fresh. "Oh my..." Madame Pomfry looked horrified.
"Poppy," Snape said suddenly. "I'm staying with her. I have a feeling this is partly my fault, I need to stay with her."
Madame Pomfry frowned again, hesitating.
"Poppy, I'm not taking no for an answer, she needs me, I know it." Snape cringed a bit at his own words, knowing he was lying. But Madame Pomfry gave up and left Snape alone with Elizabeth, coming back only to drag a chair by her bed for him to sit.
When he was alone, Snape nearly collasped in the chair. He impulsivly reached out for her hand, holding it tightly as a tear ran down his cheek. "Why... Why would you do something so stupid?" he whispered. He suddenly noticed a piece of paper in her robe pocked. He picked it up, gasping at the words as he recognized them as a song. It was a song from one of those Muggle groups she liked. Snape clenched the paper as he realized that she was using it as a suicide letter.
Pick me up
Been bleeding
too long
Right here Right now
I'll stop this
somehow
I will make it go away
Can't be here no more
Seems this is the only way
I will soon be gone
These feelings will be gone
These feelings will be gone
Now I see the times they change
Leaving us it seems so strange
I am hoping I can find
where to leave my hurt behind
All the shit I seem to take
All alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can
Does this make me not a man?
Shut me off
I'm ready
Heart stops
I stand alone
Can't be my own
I will make it go away
Can't be here no more
Seems this is the only way
I will soon be gone
These feelings will be gone
These feelings will be gone
Now I see the times they change
Leaving us, it seems so strange
I am hoping I can find
Where to leave my hurt behind
All the shit I seem to take
All alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can
Does this make me not a man?
Am I going to leave this place?
What is it I'm running from?
Is there nothing more to come?
Am I gonna leave this place?
Is it always black in space?
Am I going take its place?
Am I going to win this race?
Am I going to leave this race?
I guess God's up in this place?
What is it that I've become?
Is there something more to come?
More to come
Now I see the times they change
Leaving us, it seems so strange
I am hoping I can find
Where to leave my hurt behind
All the shit I seem to take
All alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can
Does this make me not a man?
Now I see the times they change
Leaving us, it seems so strange
I am hoping I can find
Where to leave my hurt behind
All the shit I seem to take
All alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can
Does this make me not a man?
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