Well, here's the next chapter folks! Thanks so much for the reviews and
support, poor Sev hasn't died yet, I love him so. I also have to admit, I
am growing quite fond of Draco. he's proven to have more loyalty than even
I figured. Now Dumbledore on the other hand, what's going on with his new
defeatist attitude??? Hmmm.
29
Obliviate!
"And I will personally guarantee that you will never be welcome in Hogwarts again, Draco Malfoy!" the Medi-witch sputtered at him as they arrived at their destination point.
Draco always felt slightly nauseated after these trips by port-key, but he would never admit it. Instead he gave a surly reply "Well, once you've been disowned from one home, it gets a lot less painful with each subsequent experience."
Before she had a chance to reply, Madame Pomfrey found herself being whisked into the corridor, which was quiet for the moment. There was a nurse at the front desk, and they could hear people shouting in the room that they were headed for.
"Clear!"
"Nothing, Doctor"
"Up it another 20"
"Clear!"
"Still nothing sir"
"Up it 50. If this doesn't work, we're going to have to call him."
Draco wondered briefly WHAT they were going to call him. Did they not know Professor Snape's name? He turned to the Medi witch, and was about to tell her that was the room the potions Master was in, when suddenly someone grabbed his arm roughly and spun him around.
(Should I leave it there?????????
Hmmmmm..
I think not! )
HE found he was looking directly in the eyes of the nurse who had initially brought him up to this place. His mind spun franticly as he decided which line to give her - should he go back into the panic-stricken Hufflepuff routine, or go for the holier-than-thou Gryffindor set? She spoke first.
"Where did you go, young man? I was really worried about you; we've been searching the ward for over 15 minutes! "The nurse suddenly looked up at the strange figure beside Draco. The Medi-Witch was in her regular attire, and indeed she looked as if she'd walked out of a medieval theme party.
Think man, think.. "She's my Grandmother. She was down in the lobby and I had to let her know where Father was." Draco blinked his eyes at her. She looked unconvinced, but what right did she really have to criticize his family, even if they were a pack of weirdoes (even by wizarding standards)? He was straining his ears to pick up what was being said in the room down the hall, and was trying to edge his way nearer to it. His ears strained to cut out the annoying busybody's voice, and he picked up bits and pieces of the conversation.
"Clear!"
"I hope this works Doctor... he has a son and daughter, you know."
"Oh, hello. I'm so sorry about your son." The nurse extended a hand to Madame Pomfrey, who was now stone silent in her shock at the situation.
"She's deaf." Came Draco's curt reply. "And since I am short on time, I apologize for what I am about to do. IT is necessary.'
Before she even had time to react or question him, Draco's wand was out.
"Obliviate.'
She stood there with a blank expression on her face, eying the duo with curiosity. "May I help you?"
"No thank you. We are quite alright; we just came to see my father. We know the way, thank you." With that, Draco moved past, pulling the irate Medi-witch with him.
"We have a sinus rhythm Doctor!"
Draco wondered if that was anything like a sinus infection. If that was the case, it wasn't a good thing.
"Good, 10 of Epi, mainline it. We can't take him up to surgery again; his body would never survive it. We'll just have to hope his heart can hold out. Here's what I need you to get to add into the IV. Thank you folks."
Draco pulled back as he saw a man leave the room, clipboard in hand. Another man followed with a cart full of strange equipment which he had never seen. Apparently Pomfrey had, and she sped up her pace.
"Muggle heart starters. Did you know that they are better at bringing back the dead and half-dead than we are, Draco? There are some things we can still learn from them, you know. Professor Snape must be in very bad shape indeed. Well, no need to wait lets go and see what we can do.'
With that, they entered the stark room, and stopped at the sight that met them.
29
Obliviate!
"And I will personally guarantee that you will never be welcome in Hogwarts again, Draco Malfoy!" the Medi-witch sputtered at him as they arrived at their destination point.
Draco always felt slightly nauseated after these trips by port-key, but he would never admit it. Instead he gave a surly reply "Well, once you've been disowned from one home, it gets a lot less painful with each subsequent experience."
Before she had a chance to reply, Madame Pomfrey found herself being whisked into the corridor, which was quiet for the moment. There was a nurse at the front desk, and they could hear people shouting in the room that they were headed for.
"Clear!"
"Nothing, Doctor"
"Up it another 20"
"Clear!"
"Still nothing sir"
"Up it 50. If this doesn't work, we're going to have to call him."
Draco wondered briefly WHAT they were going to call him. Did they not know Professor Snape's name? He turned to the Medi witch, and was about to tell her that was the room the potions Master was in, when suddenly someone grabbed his arm roughly and spun him around.
(Should I leave it there?????????
Hmmmmm..
I think not! )
HE found he was looking directly in the eyes of the nurse who had initially brought him up to this place. His mind spun franticly as he decided which line to give her - should he go back into the panic-stricken Hufflepuff routine, or go for the holier-than-thou Gryffindor set? She spoke first.
"Where did you go, young man? I was really worried about you; we've been searching the ward for over 15 minutes! "The nurse suddenly looked up at the strange figure beside Draco. The Medi-Witch was in her regular attire, and indeed she looked as if she'd walked out of a medieval theme party.
Think man, think.. "She's my Grandmother. She was down in the lobby and I had to let her know where Father was." Draco blinked his eyes at her. She looked unconvinced, but what right did she really have to criticize his family, even if they were a pack of weirdoes (even by wizarding standards)? He was straining his ears to pick up what was being said in the room down the hall, and was trying to edge his way nearer to it. His ears strained to cut out the annoying busybody's voice, and he picked up bits and pieces of the conversation.
"Clear!"
"I hope this works Doctor... he has a son and daughter, you know."
"Oh, hello. I'm so sorry about your son." The nurse extended a hand to Madame Pomfrey, who was now stone silent in her shock at the situation.
"She's deaf." Came Draco's curt reply. "And since I am short on time, I apologize for what I am about to do. IT is necessary.'
Before she even had time to react or question him, Draco's wand was out.
"Obliviate.'
She stood there with a blank expression on her face, eying the duo with curiosity. "May I help you?"
"No thank you. We are quite alright; we just came to see my father. We know the way, thank you." With that, Draco moved past, pulling the irate Medi-witch with him.
"We have a sinus rhythm Doctor!"
Draco wondered if that was anything like a sinus infection. If that was the case, it wasn't a good thing.
"Good, 10 of Epi, mainline it. We can't take him up to surgery again; his body would never survive it. We'll just have to hope his heart can hold out. Here's what I need you to get to add into the IV. Thank you folks."
Draco pulled back as he saw a man leave the room, clipboard in hand. Another man followed with a cart full of strange equipment which he had never seen. Apparently Pomfrey had, and she sped up her pace.
"Muggle heart starters. Did you know that they are better at bringing back the dead and half-dead than we are, Draco? There are some things we can still learn from them, you know. Professor Snape must be in very bad shape indeed. Well, no need to wait lets go and see what we can do.'
With that, they entered the stark room, and stopped at the sight that met them.