Three months later:
Severus woke on the floor next to the couch. his head was pounding, and no wonder he had finished most of the bottle of fire whiskey. He sat up and rubbed his forehead. Severus felt like he had been stomped on then he remembered the night before. He stood and walked to his bathroom where he kept his own personal potions. He found a bottle of bright blue potion and downed it. His throbbing headache soon disappeared.
He stripped his clothes and crawled into the shower. He turned on the faucet and felt the warm water washing over his cold skin.
He stood with his head resting against the side of the shower. He tried to forget the screams and all the blood. He looked at his forearm and the dark mark. He had tried to scrub it off before too no avail and had given up.
The only option for you Severus is to just cut your bloody arm off, he thought as he looked at his bruised body. You can't keep doing this to yourself. You told yourself that three months ago and look at yourself.
After he dried and dressed he sat at his writing desk. He had to go to Hogsmeade to the apothecary. He was low on wormwood and didn't like to be without. Too many Potions could be made with that one, including Pain. He had only made the potion one time and that was for Voldemort. It was a dozen times worse the the cruciatus. He shuddered. But, he thought, with three drops he could slip into a coma and then be at peace, Severus that's the cowards way out and you know it.
****
Hermione and Ginny walked down the path to Hogsmeade. "How's the work with Flitwick going?" Ginny asked as they walked arm in arm.
"Tiring but worth it," Hermione replied, "It's not Like working with Snape though. When I worked with him it was easy we knew what needed to be done and we never had to ask the other what was needed we just knew."
"What did I tell you three months ago? That he is about as close as you can get to your perfect man."
"Ginny he's old enough to be my father and I need someone a bit younger than that. Can we just drop it?"
"Sure," Ginny shrugged, maybe she was wrong. "How about a butterbeer and a scone?"
"Sounds like a plan to me," she smiled as they reached the village.
****
Albus walked down to Severus' chambers. He knocked on the door and waited. The door opened slightly, and Severus looked out. "Albus, what can I do for you,"
"There was another meeting last night, they are becoming more frequent." Albus stepped into the room when Severus opened the door further. "I can't risk your life anymore."
"There won't be anymore meetings for at least a month," Severus said sitting down in a chair, "I'll be fine and I have brought you useful information."
"You have at that," Albus said sadly, "You have to be careful now." Albus left his chambers and silently shut the door.
Severus knew his odds were stacked against him but he had to face his demons sooner or later, and he'd rather have it sooner.
Too many brilliant minds here, that will be wasted because of their heritage.
*****
Hermione and Ginny sat outside with their butter beers, they were looking at the young flowers, "Mione, what am I going to do next year? you won't be here."
"Oh you'll figure something out. Who knows you may even be able to go for head girl, your grades are nearly perfect."
"I know, But what will you do?" Ginny asked as she caught sight of a familiar black robe, "Here comes trouble,"
Snape walked past the Two young women, "Miss Granger, Miss Weasely," He nodded to them as he passed.
"Was it just me or did he acknowledge our existence?" Ginny said as she nearly dropped her butterbeer.
"I told you he's been acting odd lately." Hermione replied wondering why he had done that.
TBC
A/N: this is a super short chapter but it's going to start going into the 'ordeal' talked about by Severus in I, Snape. And I don't want to include that in this chapter. It's far too sad and will take me a couple of days to write it, maybe.
Maddie: sorry it gets worse, then better.
zoe & Snapes-mistress
Severus woke on the floor next to the couch. his head was pounding, and no wonder he had finished most of the bottle of fire whiskey. He sat up and rubbed his forehead. Severus felt like he had been stomped on then he remembered the night before. He stood and walked to his bathroom where he kept his own personal potions. He found a bottle of bright blue potion and downed it. His throbbing headache soon disappeared.
He stripped his clothes and crawled into the shower. He turned on the faucet and felt the warm water washing over his cold skin.
He stood with his head resting against the side of the shower. He tried to forget the screams and all the blood. He looked at his forearm and the dark mark. He had tried to scrub it off before too no avail and had given up.
The only option for you Severus is to just cut your bloody arm off, he thought as he looked at his bruised body. You can't keep doing this to yourself. You told yourself that three months ago and look at yourself.
After he dried and dressed he sat at his writing desk. He had to go to Hogsmeade to the apothecary. He was low on wormwood and didn't like to be without. Too many Potions could be made with that one, including Pain. He had only made the potion one time and that was for Voldemort. It was a dozen times worse the the cruciatus. He shuddered. But, he thought, with three drops he could slip into a coma and then be at peace, Severus that's the cowards way out and you know it.
****
Hermione and Ginny walked down the path to Hogsmeade. "How's the work with Flitwick going?" Ginny asked as they walked arm in arm.
"Tiring but worth it," Hermione replied, "It's not Like working with Snape though. When I worked with him it was easy we knew what needed to be done and we never had to ask the other what was needed we just knew."
"What did I tell you three months ago? That he is about as close as you can get to your perfect man."
"Ginny he's old enough to be my father and I need someone a bit younger than that. Can we just drop it?"
"Sure," Ginny shrugged, maybe she was wrong. "How about a butterbeer and a scone?"
"Sounds like a plan to me," she smiled as they reached the village.
****
Albus walked down to Severus' chambers. He knocked on the door and waited. The door opened slightly, and Severus looked out. "Albus, what can I do for you,"
"There was another meeting last night, they are becoming more frequent." Albus stepped into the room when Severus opened the door further. "I can't risk your life anymore."
"There won't be anymore meetings for at least a month," Severus said sitting down in a chair, "I'll be fine and I have brought you useful information."
"You have at that," Albus said sadly, "You have to be careful now." Albus left his chambers and silently shut the door.
Severus knew his odds were stacked against him but he had to face his demons sooner or later, and he'd rather have it sooner.
Too many brilliant minds here, that will be wasted because of their heritage.
*****
Hermione and Ginny sat outside with their butter beers, they were looking at the young flowers, "Mione, what am I going to do next year? you won't be here."
"Oh you'll figure something out. Who knows you may even be able to go for head girl, your grades are nearly perfect."
"I know, But what will you do?" Ginny asked as she caught sight of a familiar black robe, "Here comes trouble,"
Snape walked past the Two young women, "Miss Granger, Miss Weasely," He nodded to them as he passed.
"Was it just me or did he acknowledge our existence?" Ginny said as she nearly dropped her butterbeer.
"I told you he's been acting odd lately." Hermione replied wondering why he had done that.
TBC
A/N: this is a super short chapter but it's going to start going into the 'ordeal' talked about by Severus in I, Snape. And I don't want to include that in this chapter. It's far too sad and will take me a couple of days to write it, maybe.
Maddie: sorry it gets worse, then better.
zoe & Snapes-mistress