OK - So for those of you who have so diligently followed my story, thank
you!! TO those of you who like to read fics where Harry gets the crap
kicked out of him, and has some " issues" to deal with, you might want to
try my new one, More Than A Little Tired. I don't know you guys, this has
gotten a little life and death in this story, I don't know who to let live
or die anymore.. I really didn't expect that Code blue and the end of the
last Chapter... Get ready folks, this shit's about to get Heavy!!!!
27 Desperation
Malfoy had picked up a run after the medical team, terrified that he had missed his chance, that it was already to late and Professor Snape was gone. The sight that met him as he skidded to a halt outside the door was mind-boggling. Nurses and doctors crawled all over the bed, moving fast and giving what appeared to be jolts of electricity into the man's body. if Draco hadn't have been able to see his exposed left arm, he would not have known that the figure on the bed was his head of house. Stepping into the room to get a closer look, his arm was grabbed and he was pulled roughly back into the hallway.
"You don't need to see that, son." A bear of a man towered over him, giving Draco a claustrophobic feeling. Wrenching his arm free, he bolted down the hallway dodging carts and nurses, ducked into a dark doorway, touching the Portkey in his pocket as he did so. With a whirling rush, his head spun and he touched down in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. He galloped out of there, heading up to the infirmary as fast as he could, wondering if Cassandra was still alive and horrified at what he had seen in that room. They way his body had jerked, lifeless. it reminded him of a story his cousin had told him about a "fun event" he'd seen at a Death Eater party once. Draco shuddered, leaping the stairs two at a time. He flew down the stone corridor, and slammed through the door into the infirmary.
"Headmaster!" He cried, gasping trying to catch his breath, looking up the old man who was standing with Madame Pomfrey beside the only occupied bed in the room. "Professor Snape is."
"Dying." The old man finished hopelessly. "There is nothing which can be done."
"I can't believe it! How can you say that, won't you come back with me and try to help him? Don't you even care?" His voice was quiet with shock, adrenaline pumping in his veins. Draco began shaking with the shock at what was happening. Then without thinking, he rushed over to the medi- witch, took her arm and said, "Fine then, I'll take someone who CAN do something."
He pointed his wand at the silent girl on the bed, who was still breathing, although her pallor was worse than the last time he'd seen her, Draco was certain that she might make it after all, and said " Petrificus Totalus. I'll be back with some real help!"
Madame Pomfrey struggled to break free of the outraged Slytherin's grasp, but he held firm. With that, he reached into his pocket and his fingers met the rusty tin which he had hidden there transporting him to the last place he'd been before his return to Hogwarts.
27 Desperation
Malfoy had picked up a run after the medical team, terrified that he had missed his chance, that it was already to late and Professor Snape was gone. The sight that met him as he skidded to a halt outside the door was mind-boggling. Nurses and doctors crawled all over the bed, moving fast and giving what appeared to be jolts of electricity into the man's body. if Draco hadn't have been able to see his exposed left arm, he would not have known that the figure on the bed was his head of house. Stepping into the room to get a closer look, his arm was grabbed and he was pulled roughly back into the hallway.
"You don't need to see that, son." A bear of a man towered over him, giving Draco a claustrophobic feeling. Wrenching his arm free, he bolted down the hallway dodging carts and nurses, ducked into a dark doorway, touching the Portkey in his pocket as he did so. With a whirling rush, his head spun and he touched down in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. He galloped out of there, heading up to the infirmary as fast as he could, wondering if Cassandra was still alive and horrified at what he had seen in that room. They way his body had jerked, lifeless. it reminded him of a story his cousin had told him about a "fun event" he'd seen at a Death Eater party once. Draco shuddered, leaping the stairs two at a time. He flew down the stone corridor, and slammed through the door into the infirmary.
"Headmaster!" He cried, gasping trying to catch his breath, looking up the old man who was standing with Madame Pomfrey beside the only occupied bed in the room. "Professor Snape is."
"Dying." The old man finished hopelessly. "There is nothing which can be done."
"I can't believe it! How can you say that, won't you come back with me and try to help him? Don't you even care?" His voice was quiet with shock, adrenaline pumping in his veins. Draco began shaking with the shock at what was happening. Then without thinking, he rushed over to the medi- witch, took her arm and said, "Fine then, I'll take someone who CAN do something."
He pointed his wand at the silent girl on the bed, who was still breathing, although her pallor was worse than the last time he'd seen her, Draco was certain that she might make it after all, and said " Petrificus Totalus. I'll be back with some real help!"
Madame Pomfrey struggled to break free of the outraged Slytherin's grasp, but he held firm. With that, he reached into his pocket and his fingers met the rusty tin which he had hidden there transporting him to the last place he'd been before his return to Hogwarts.