A/N: Again I'll say that English isn't my first language so there may be some grammatical mistakes. All suggestions and critique is welcome. Nothing else to say really
Disclaimer: These characters and places and everything else are not mine.
Learning
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She woke again startled by the darkness she met hen opening her eyes before she remembered. She was blind and there was nothing she could do to it. She decided to try to get some information from her surroundings with her other senses.
Listening didn't bring much results as the only thing she could hear were the faint footsteps maybe in another room. The scent of the place she was in was somehow clean and there were a hint of the smell of different healing potions mixed in. That wasn't surprising as she knew already that she was in the hospital wing of Hogwarts.
When there were no one near her she decided to move a little more. She touched the sheets around her and tried to analyse how much information she could get of them. They felt soft and warm and fabric like. Not much but she would learn to identify things by touch, she decided. After that she reached her hand behind her head to touch the cold metal of the bed frame when she felt it.
There was some kind of nudging feeling coming from her right side. She couldn't quite place it or tell what the feeling was but as she was curious she carefully reached her hand in the direction where the feeling came. The first thing her hand met was hard, probably wooden surface which she assumed to be a bedside table.
The feeling had come a little bit stronger when she found the table and she traced her hand on the surface. The first thing she found was a glass of water and she was careful not to push it too hard when she moved it away. A little bit further was some object and when she touched it she immediately knew it was her wand. And it had been the source of that strange feeling which she noticed when touching her wand. She couldn't consider that more when the dark voice asked, "What are you going to do with that?" She had been so concentrated to tracing that feeling that she hadn't noticed quiet footsteps closing in on her bed.
She startled when hearing the voice and clutched her wand stronger when reaching her other hand in the direction of the voice. The dark haired man took the offered hand and sat on the side of the bed. With his other hand he brushed some loose hair out of her face and when she didn't answer his question he asked again, "What are you going to do with your wand?" She was taken completely by surprise. His voice was so dark and harsh and still his touch on her face had been so gentle. "I.. I didn't really try to find it," she managed to answer after recovering from the shock. "I just felt something weird... And when I tried to find out what it was I found my wand..."
"Would you like me to place it for you to find again?" the dark voice asked. She was curious as to why he seemed to take this as something normal. She didn't have time to ask when he told to her, "It is common that witches and wizards can sense magic, even if the sense is so faint that they usually don't even notice it. Now that you have lost one of your main senses your sense of magic grows stronger as does your other senses as well. While you can sense everything magical some of the things are easier than the others and your wand has a special bound with you. It's naturally the first thing you would sense."
She was speechless when she listened that explanation and when it ended she noticed firm footsteps coming closer. "How are we doing today?" asked the cheerful voice of madam Pomfrey. She heard some odd clinking and got the explanation when madam Pomfrey continued, "I suppose you're hungry. After all you haven't eaten in a few days. I brought you some chicken broth. You should eat it all." She felt some weight descending on her lap and with trying with her hands she could tell it was a bed tray with a warm bowl.
The spoon was already in the bowl and when she tried to take it she spilled some of the food on the tray and on her hand. Small tears escaped her eyes when she realised that she couldn't even eat without help. "Should I help yo..." started the voice of madam Pomfrey when the dark voice cut in "I can help her." She couldn't see the surprised look madam Pomfrey gave to him before saying, "Oh, ok, Watch that she eats it all." Then she could hear her walking away.
"You want to feed me just like I was a baby." she said bitterly. "No, I won't feed you, like she would have done," he said meaning madam Pomfrey and continued, "I'll help you eat by yourself." With saying this he used some spell to clean the spilled food away. She could feel a little prickling on her skin where the spell hit it and supposed it was the magic she could sense. After that he took the spoon out of the bowl in his other hand and her right hand to the other, and placed the spoon carefully in her hand. Then he placed her other hand on the rim of the bowl. "With this you can tell where the bowl is," he explained and directed her spoon holding hand so the spoon touched the food.
She could feel when the spoon touched the surface of the broth and she carefully tilted the spoon to fill it. When she lifted it from the bowl he told her that she had succeeded and had now a spoonful of chicken broth. She was happy she had mastered it on the first try and put the spoon iu her mouth.
At least she tried. She had forgot that she didn't really know how long the spoon was and maged to trip the content of it all over her. That was so humiliating that she just cried. She waited for her helper to laught for her miserable failure but that didn't happen. First he used the same spell as before to clean the mess and then he wiped the tears away from her face with his gentle fingers while muttering soothingly. "You did great," he said and, "No one can master that on a first try."
After her tears had dried he said, "Now let's try that again. You really should eat something." That was true. She hadn't eat anything in a few days and barely anything in a last coupple of months. He had given her some nutritious potions though. "Can't I have bread or something? That I couldn't spill over me," she asked bitterly. "It's better for your health to eat this first," said the dark voice.
He asked her to try the right distance with an empty spoon and with a few tries she managed to put it in her mouth. Then she tried it with food, very carefully and slowly. He was helping her all the time giviing instructions and warning if she tried to make too quick movements. After a few moments she had eaten it all. After giving her hands a reassuriug squeeze he said he'll take the tray away and she could feel the weight lifting from her bed. Then he was gone.
It hurt him to see her in that condition, especially when he knew it was his fault. He tried to tell himself he couldn't have done anything else but that wasn't really true. He could have waited the Potter boy coming to take care of the Dark Lord and could have taken them both away under the chaos before the explosion. Of course he hadn't known that Potter was coming. As it was common to him he hadn't told anyone what he was going to do. But she had asked him to let her die, to give her something that would take her away. And he hadn't given her that, instead he had taken her back knowing what it would cost to her.
He hated to see madam Pomfrey to baby her, like she couldn't do anything by herself. She could, and would take care of herself and he would help her to learn how to do that. He owned it to her, especially when she had given him so much and he had just taken away everything from her. And he hated himself for that but it wasn't new, there were plenty of reasons for that already. Now he had at least a purpose for his life, which he hadn't thought he would have after the death of the Dark Lord. He placed the tray on a table where he knew madam Pomfrey would take care of it and went to speak with professor Dumbledore.
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procyonblack, thanks from the review again, more so because you gave it before this story was even on the list of fanfictions :) And thank you for your opinion. I was trying to write some Snape angst here but I turned to write quite much about her.
Question: I'd have to name her sooner or later. She has already the name miss Simons but needs the first name. I don't guarantee I'll use your suggestion but I really need some ideas.
Disclaimer: These characters and places and everything else are not mine.
Learning
--------
She woke again startled by the darkness she met hen opening her eyes before she remembered. She was blind and there was nothing she could do to it. She decided to try to get some information from her surroundings with her other senses.
Listening didn't bring much results as the only thing she could hear were the faint footsteps maybe in another room. The scent of the place she was in was somehow clean and there were a hint of the smell of different healing potions mixed in. That wasn't surprising as she knew already that she was in the hospital wing of Hogwarts.
When there were no one near her she decided to move a little more. She touched the sheets around her and tried to analyse how much information she could get of them. They felt soft and warm and fabric like. Not much but she would learn to identify things by touch, she decided. After that she reached her hand behind her head to touch the cold metal of the bed frame when she felt it.
There was some kind of nudging feeling coming from her right side. She couldn't quite place it or tell what the feeling was but as she was curious she carefully reached her hand in the direction where the feeling came. The first thing her hand met was hard, probably wooden surface which she assumed to be a bedside table.
The feeling had come a little bit stronger when she found the table and she traced her hand on the surface. The first thing she found was a glass of water and she was careful not to push it too hard when she moved it away. A little bit further was some object and when she touched it she immediately knew it was her wand. And it had been the source of that strange feeling which she noticed when touching her wand. She couldn't consider that more when the dark voice asked, "What are you going to do with that?" She had been so concentrated to tracing that feeling that she hadn't noticed quiet footsteps closing in on her bed.
She startled when hearing the voice and clutched her wand stronger when reaching her other hand in the direction of the voice. The dark haired man took the offered hand and sat on the side of the bed. With his other hand he brushed some loose hair out of her face and when she didn't answer his question he asked again, "What are you going to do with your wand?" She was taken completely by surprise. His voice was so dark and harsh and still his touch on her face had been so gentle. "I.. I didn't really try to find it," she managed to answer after recovering from the shock. "I just felt something weird... And when I tried to find out what it was I found my wand..."
"Would you like me to place it for you to find again?" the dark voice asked. She was curious as to why he seemed to take this as something normal. She didn't have time to ask when he told to her, "It is common that witches and wizards can sense magic, even if the sense is so faint that they usually don't even notice it. Now that you have lost one of your main senses your sense of magic grows stronger as does your other senses as well. While you can sense everything magical some of the things are easier than the others and your wand has a special bound with you. It's naturally the first thing you would sense."
She was speechless when she listened that explanation and when it ended she noticed firm footsteps coming closer. "How are we doing today?" asked the cheerful voice of madam Pomfrey. She heard some odd clinking and got the explanation when madam Pomfrey continued, "I suppose you're hungry. After all you haven't eaten in a few days. I brought you some chicken broth. You should eat it all." She felt some weight descending on her lap and with trying with her hands she could tell it was a bed tray with a warm bowl.
The spoon was already in the bowl and when she tried to take it she spilled some of the food on the tray and on her hand. Small tears escaped her eyes when she realised that she couldn't even eat without help. "Should I help yo..." started the voice of madam Pomfrey when the dark voice cut in "I can help her." She couldn't see the surprised look madam Pomfrey gave to him before saying, "Oh, ok, Watch that she eats it all." Then she could hear her walking away.
"You want to feed me just like I was a baby." she said bitterly. "No, I won't feed you, like she would have done," he said meaning madam Pomfrey and continued, "I'll help you eat by yourself." With saying this he used some spell to clean the spilled food away. She could feel a little prickling on her skin where the spell hit it and supposed it was the magic she could sense. After that he took the spoon out of the bowl in his other hand and her right hand to the other, and placed the spoon carefully in her hand. Then he placed her other hand on the rim of the bowl. "With this you can tell where the bowl is," he explained and directed her spoon holding hand so the spoon touched the food.
She could feel when the spoon touched the surface of the broth and she carefully tilted the spoon to fill it. When she lifted it from the bowl he told her that she had succeeded and had now a spoonful of chicken broth. She was happy she had mastered it on the first try and put the spoon iu her mouth.
At least she tried. She had forgot that she didn't really know how long the spoon was and maged to trip the content of it all over her. That was so humiliating that she just cried. She waited for her helper to laught for her miserable failure but that didn't happen. First he used the same spell as before to clean the mess and then he wiped the tears away from her face with his gentle fingers while muttering soothingly. "You did great," he said and, "No one can master that on a first try."
After her tears had dried he said, "Now let's try that again. You really should eat something." That was true. She hadn't eat anything in a few days and barely anything in a last coupple of months. He had given her some nutritious potions though. "Can't I have bread or something? That I couldn't spill over me," she asked bitterly. "It's better for your health to eat this first," said the dark voice.
He asked her to try the right distance with an empty spoon and with a few tries she managed to put it in her mouth. Then she tried it with food, very carefully and slowly. He was helping her all the time giviing instructions and warning if she tried to make too quick movements. After a few moments she had eaten it all. After giving her hands a reassuriug squeeze he said he'll take the tray away and she could feel the weight lifting from her bed. Then he was gone.
It hurt him to see her in that condition, especially when he knew it was his fault. He tried to tell himself he couldn't have done anything else but that wasn't really true. He could have waited the Potter boy coming to take care of the Dark Lord and could have taken them both away under the chaos before the explosion. Of course he hadn't known that Potter was coming. As it was common to him he hadn't told anyone what he was going to do. But she had asked him to let her die, to give her something that would take her away. And he hadn't given her that, instead he had taken her back knowing what it would cost to her.
He hated to see madam Pomfrey to baby her, like she couldn't do anything by herself. She could, and would take care of herself and he would help her to learn how to do that. He owned it to her, especially when she had given him so much and he had just taken away everything from her. And he hated himself for that but it wasn't new, there were plenty of reasons for that already. Now he had at least a purpose for his life, which he hadn't thought he would have after the death of the Dark Lord. He placed the tray on a table where he knew madam Pomfrey would take care of it and went to speak with professor Dumbledore.
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procyonblack, thanks from the review again, more so because you gave it before this story was even on the list of fanfictions :) And thank you for your opinion. I was trying to write some Snape angst here but I turned to write quite much about her.
Question: I'd have to name her sooner or later. She has already the name miss Simons but needs the first name. I don't guarantee I'll use your suggestion but I really need some ideas.