He saw them today. I hadn't wanted Albus to ever see them. The scars on
my body that the Deatheaters had given me.
I had been in the dungeon, in my workshop. There had been hundreds of ideas for potions that I had written down in a notebook over the years. I was setting up some cauldrons to begin working on some when Albus came in. He had come to tell me that he wanted me to come to dinner in the Great Hall tonight. Several of the teachers were back, and he wanted to introduce me to them. I easily agreed, for me that is. I think we both know that I would not refuse anything Albus wanted.
He stayed for a bit, making small talk and watching me work. I latter learned that half the staff had spent that time frantic, searching for him. Apparently they had been harassing him most the day with different things, and he had had enough.
He had been there for half an hour when it happened. Apparently adding wolfsbane to the invisibility potion was a bad thing. The potion exploded, covering me to the waist. And to make matters worse, it had become a fast acting acid. I quickly conjured a small rain cloud to rinse the acid off, but by then clothes that it had touched were gone. I was left standing before Albus naked from the waist up.
At first he was just concerned for my safety. Once he realized the potion had not affected me in anyway, he actually looked at me.
"Severus," he whispered in horror, "what. who. how did." he trailed off weakly. He knew what the scars that crisscrossed my torso had to be from. Or who had caused them anyway.
"Albus, it's alright. It is over, for now. Don't worry about them." I sought to reassure the man whom I considered to be my father. "It's not your fault." That had been the wrong thing to say.
"Not my fault!!!" Albus exploded. I don't remember what exactly was said but we ended up in my sitting room. We started a fire in the fireplace, Albus conjured up two plush chairs and a table in front of it, and then tea. We talked for a longtime about the war in general. Then we discussed my time with Voldemort. I refused to go into detail about what had happened, and he would just have to accept that.
An hour latter, the fire suddenly turned green, and Flitwick stuck his head into the room. "Ah, Headmaster, I was looking for you." Albus' respite was over. He left, after making me promise to both show up for dinner, and to get a full check-up in the hospital wing tomorrow.
I had been in the dungeon, in my workshop. There had been hundreds of ideas for potions that I had written down in a notebook over the years. I was setting up some cauldrons to begin working on some when Albus came in. He had come to tell me that he wanted me to come to dinner in the Great Hall tonight. Several of the teachers were back, and he wanted to introduce me to them. I easily agreed, for me that is. I think we both know that I would not refuse anything Albus wanted.
He stayed for a bit, making small talk and watching me work. I latter learned that half the staff had spent that time frantic, searching for him. Apparently they had been harassing him most the day with different things, and he had had enough.
He had been there for half an hour when it happened. Apparently adding wolfsbane to the invisibility potion was a bad thing. The potion exploded, covering me to the waist. And to make matters worse, it had become a fast acting acid. I quickly conjured a small rain cloud to rinse the acid off, but by then clothes that it had touched were gone. I was left standing before Albus naked from the waist up.
At first he was just concerned for my safety. Once he realized the potion had not affected me in anyway, he actually looked at me.
"Severus," he whispered in horror, "what. who. how did." he trailed off weakly. He knew what the scars that crisscrossed my torso had to be from. Or who had caused them anyway.
"Albus, it's alright. It is over, for now. Don't worry about them." I sought to reassure the man whom I considered to be my father. "It's not your fault." That had been the wrong thing to say.
"Not my fault!!!" Albus exploded. I don't remember what exactly was said but we ended up in my sitting room. We started a fire in the fireplace, Albus conjured up two plush chairs and a table in front of it, and then tea. We talked for a longtime about the war in general. Then we discussed my time with Voldemort. I refused to go into detail about what had happened, and he would just have to accept that.
An hour latter, the fire suddenly turned green, and Flitwick stuck his head into the room. "Ah, Headmaster, I was looking for you." Albus' respite was over. He left, after making me promise to both show up for dinner, and to get a full check-up in the hospital wing tomorrow.