Harry Potter watched the potions master stride down the corridors, lost in thought, arms wrapped around a leather book. It seemed like the hounds of hell were after him, but oddly enough, for once, he had not had a scowl on his face.
*What happened to Snape?* Harry thought.
Severus immediately set to work, flipping open the diary to the entry dated September 22, 1977. He could recall that day in his memory quite clearly. He could see Lily's smile and the flush of her cheeks as she touched down on the field, her hair windswept from a long flying session. The scent of her hair, and the warm softness of her body echoed in his mind as he quickly selected a few bottles of various substances and poured them into the cauldron. He then added Veela's blood, dragon heartsrings, fluxweed, and several other essences of rarity.
*Lily!* Snape whispered.
Severus then grabbed a silver knife, slowly drawing it along his wrist, letting loose a small river of his blood, letting it drip freely into the cauldron. When he felt enough had been drained, he closed the wound with a bandage, choosing to allow it to display as a sign of his love for the woman.
As an afterthought, Severus made a copy of the diary, putting it into his desk as he put the original in the cauldron, invoking a very loud and earth-shattering eruption, shaking the very bowels of the castle.
*SEVERUS!* Albus shouted.
Headmaster Dumbledore, Headmistress McGonagall, and Argus Filch immediately headed down to the dungeons along with Poppy Pomfrey to see what Severus Snape had done now, he had not been himself ever since the death of Voldemort two months prior. He had crawled into a bottle, never to emerge until they had pumped his stomach a few days prior.
The dungeons were in a shambles. Rock and mortar was everywhere, desks demolished, cauldrons upturned, and heaven forbid, the door to his private stores was completely shattered. A thck haze of purple hung over the room, making it hard to see into the fog.
"Severus? Severus!" Minerva shouted as Albus, Poppy and Argus shifted through the rubble. They finally found a long pale arm poking out from under a desk.
"Oh dear." Albus whispered as he crouched down and saw the person under the desk. "We had better wait for Severus to make some explainations as to this situation."
"What explainations are necescarry, Albus?" Severus Snape bit out coldly as he emerged from the mist, brushing off his robes. "Merely an labratory accident."
"My boy, in the years I have known you, you never have wreaked such havoc in the dungeons, much less even Neville Longbottom."
"Why do you persist on prattling on and on while something needs to be done?" Severus snapped as he inclined his head to the figure under the desk. Severus's cheeks flushed as he caught a flutter of movement, of green orbs slowly fluttering open.
*Dear Merlin* Albus gasped.
*He's done the impossible* Minerva swooned.
*Oh dear* Poppy whispered as she gathered the pale form in her arms and immediately flooed herself to the infirmary, the annoying batlike professor breathing down her neck the entire way, with the headmaster fanning a weak-kneed Minerva to cosciousness on the way.
*What a night this is going to be* Severus thought wryly.
A/N: sorry abt the cliffie, but please do read and review.. :)
*What happened to Snape?* Harry thought.
Severus immediately set to work, flipping open the diary to the entry dated September 22, 1977. He could recall that day in his memory quite clearly. He could see Lily's smile and the flush of her cheeks as she touched down on the field, her hair windswept from a long flying session. The scent of her hair, and the warm softness of her body echoed in his mind as he quickly selected a few bottles of various substances and poured them into the cauldron. He then added Veela's blood, dragon heartsrings, fluxweed, and several other essences of rarity.
*Lily!* Snape whispered.
Severus then grabbed a silver knife, slowly drawing it along his wrist, letting loose a small river of his blood, letting it drip freely into the cauldron. When he felt enough had been drained, he closed the wound with a bandage, choosing to allow it to display as a sign of his love for the woman.
As an afterthought, Severus made a copy of the diary, putting it into his desk as he put the original in the cauldron, invoking a very loud and earth-shattering eruption, shaking the very bowels of the castle.
*SEVERUS!* Albus shouted.
Headmaster Dumbledore, Headmistress McGonagall, and Argus Filch immediately headed down to the dungeons along with Poppy Pomfrey to see what Severus Snape had done now, he had not been himself ever since the death of Voldemort two months prior. He had crawled into a bottle, never to emerge until they had pumped his stomach a few days prior.
The dungeons were in a shambles. Rock and mortar was everywhere, desks demolished, cauldrons upturned, and heaven forbid, the door to his private stores was completely shattered. A thck haze of purple hung over the room, making it hard to see into the fog.
"Severus? Severus!" Minerva shouted as Albus, Poppy and Argus shifted through the rubble. They finally found a long pale arm poking out from under a desk.
"Oh dear." Albus whispered as he crouched down and saw the person under the desk. "We had better wait for Severus to make some explainations as to this situation."
"What explainations are necescarry, Albus?" Severus Snape bit out coldly as he emerged from the mist, brushing off his robes. "Merely an labratory accident."
"My boy, in the years I have known you, you never have wreaked such havoc in the dungeons, much less even Neville Longbottom."
"Why do you persist on prattling on and on while something needs to be done?" Severus snapped as he inclined his head to the figure under the desk. Severus's cheeks flushed as he caught a flutter of movement, of green orbs slowly fluttering open.
*Dear Merlin* Albus gasped.
*He's done the impossible* Minerva swooned.
*Oh dear* Poppy whispered as she gathered the pale form in her arms and immediately flooed herself to the infirmary, the annoying batlike professor breathing down her neck the entire way, with the headmaster fanning a weak-kneed Minerva to cosciousness on the way.
*What a night this is going to be* Severus thought wryly.
A/N: sorry abt the cliffie, but please do read and review.. :)