Where Do We Go From Here?
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Author's Notes: Thanks for all the reviews! They make me feel special. Also, a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Jelly Beans go out to everyone for guessing where the title came from. You weren't right, but at least you tried. I'll give you a hint – "It was a musical episode of a tv show."
Severus cradled the small body to him. It was easy to forget how small the Boy-Who-Lived was, due to the magical aura that crackled around him. Now, he was just a boy, who had been badly hurt unfairly.
Severus felt himself getting angry as he strode down a dungeon corridor to the secret passage way up to the hospital wing. Things like this were what he and Albus and the other members of the Order were trying to stop. Things like this weren't suppose to happen in a school. Things like this definitely weren't suppose to happen in HIS dungeon.
He had to admit there was small bit of fear in him as well. Harry was suppose to kill Voldemort, according to the Prophecy. That would end this entire war, and Severus would finally be able to live his life in peace. Snape knew this was a lot to place on such a small boy, but he had hoped that the huge amount of luck Harry possessed would make it happen. How could Harry kill the Dark Lord when he couldn't see? Could a potion heal him?
Severus walked up the hidden stairs to the Hospital Wing with more determination. There had to be a potion, or he would invent one. Despite how he treated Harry in public, Snape had to admit that he actually liked the Gryffindor. If a way wasn't found to heal Harry, then Voldemort would kill him. According to the Prophecy, no one else could kill Voldemort. They would be doomed to his madness forever.
Severus burst through the door into a private room in the Hospital. "Poppy!" he shouted as he laid Harry down on the bed. The mediwitch entered at a run.
"What?" she came to a complete stop when she saw Harry on the bed. "Merlin, no!"
"Heal him." Severus demanded. He hoped she knew of a spell that would end this nightmare. He didn't put much stock in hope, though.
Poppy ran her wand over Harry, checking him. She then used a cleaning spell, removing all the grime and blood. Harry's clothes disappeared as well.
"Put this on him," she said, giving the Potion's master a hospital gown. "I need to get a couple of potions." She sailed out of the room.
Severus gently picked up each arm and eased it through the sleeves of the hospital gown. Poppy came in with several potions in her arms. Snape quickly identified them as a general healing potion, a pain killer and the new potion that he had yet to name, that healed broken bones without the side affects other such potions had. Severus held Harry's head while Poppy poured each potion into his wand. When Harry automatically swallowed and grimaced at the really bad tasting one, Snape knew he was awake. The Potion's master didn't tell Poppy. She bandaged his eyes and then left to report to Albus.
Snape settled into a chair next to Harry's bed. "She's gone now, Harry. Can you tell me how Malfoy caught you?"
Harry turned away from Snape to face a wall.
"Will Occulate work in this situation?" Albus asked. Severus jumped. He had not realized Dumbledore had entered.
"Normally, no, but I think I can, because of the past lessons, when I have done this. If you don't shield your mind properly, then you always risk the chance of someone who has been there before returning when you don't want them there. I do know that I am strong enough to break his shields, but..." Severus trailed off.
"What, child?"
"I hate to do anything that could cause him more pain."
"Try to reach him, Severus. Just reassure him that we will find a way to heal him, if it is at all possible. Make sure he knows we will not abandon him, and will protect him. He has to realize how vulnerable this has made him."
Severus nodded, and turned towards Harry. Looking at the back of the boy's head, he concentrated for a moment, and then found himself inside Harry's thoughts.
Inside a hell storm of pain.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Author's Notes: Thanks for all the reviews! They make me feel special. Also, a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Jelly Beans go out to everyone for guessing where the title came from. You weren't right, but at least you tried. I'll give you a hint – "It was a musical episode of a tv show."
Severus cradled the small body to him. It was easy to forget how small the Boy-Who-Lived was, due to the magical aura that crackled around him. Now, he was just a boy, who had been badly hurt unfairly.
Severus felt himself getting angry as he strode down a dungeon corridor to the secret passage way up to the hospital wing. Things like this were what he and Albus and the other members of the Order were trying to stop. Things like this weren't suppose to happen in a school. Things like this definitely weren't suppose to happen in HIS dungeon.
He had to admit there was small bit of fear in him as well. Harry was suppose to kill Voldemort, according to the Prophecy. That would end this entire war, and Severus would finally be able to live his life in peace. Snape knew this was a lot to place on such a small boy, but he had hoped that the huge amount of luck Harry possessed would make it happen. How could Harry kill the Dark Lord when he couldn't see? Could a potion heal him?
Severus walked up the hidden stairs to the Hospital Wing with more determination. There had to be a potion, or he would invent one. Despite how he treated Harry in public, Snape had to admit that he actually liked the Gryffindor. If a way wasn't found to heal Harry, then Voldemort would kill him. According to the Prophecy, no one else could kill Voldemort. They would be doomed to his madness forever.
Severus burst through the door into a private room in the Hospital. "Poppy!" he shouted as he laid Harry down on the bed. The mediwitch entered at a run.
"What?" she came to a complete stop when she saw Harry on the bed. "Merlin, no!"
"Heal him." Severus demanded. He hoped she knew of a spell that would end this nightmare. He didn't put much stock in hope, though.
Poppy ran her wand over Harry, checking him. She then used a cleaning spell, removing all the grime and blood. Harry's clothes disappeared as well.
"Put this on him," she said, giving the Potion's master a hospital gown. "I need to get a couple of potions." She sailed out of the room.
Severus gently picked up each arm and eased it through the sleeves of the hospital gown. Poppy came in with several potions in her arms. Snape quickly identified them as a general healing potion, a pain killer and the new potion that he had yet to name, that healed broken bones without the side affects other such potions had. Severus held Harry's head while Poppy poured each potion into his wand. When Harry automatically swallowed and grimaced at the really bad tasting one, Snape knew he was awake. The Potion's master didn't tell Poppy. She bandaged his eyes and then left to report to Albus.
Snape settled into a chair next to Harry's bed. "She's gone now, Harry. Can you tell me how Malfoy caught you?"
Harry turned away from Snape to face a wall.
"Will Occulate work in this situation?" Albus asked. Severus jumped. He had not realized Dumbledore had entered.
"Normally, no, but I think I can, because of the past lessons, when I have done this. If you don't shield your mind properly, then you always risk the chance of someone who has been there before returning when you don't want them there. I do know that I am strong enough to break his shields, but..." Severus trailed off.
"What, child?"
"I hate to do anything that could cause him more pain."
"Try to reach him, Severus. Just reassure him that we will find a way to heal him, if it is at all possible. Make sure he knows we will not abandon him, and will protect him. He has to realize how vulnerable this has made him."
Severus nodded, and turned towards Harry. Looking at the back of the boy's head, he concentrated for a moment, and then found himself inside Harry's thoughts.
Inside a hell storm of pain.