Chapter Fifteen

Severus swept around the corner of the corridor in a storm of black robes. His usually tame black hair was wild in his frenzy to get to the hospital wing as quickly as possible. He came upon Phoenix standing at the doorway, but ignored him. As he was reaching for the knob to walk in, Phoenix put a hand on Severus' shoulder.

"Madam Pomfrey is examining her," he told his Potions Master, "She wants us to wait out here."

Severus turned quickly towards him, "I don't know why you are here after what you did to her."

"We were angry," Phoenix tried to explain, "I said things that I didn't mean. You must believe me, professor. I absolutely love Treasure."

Severus squinted his eyes at Phoenix, "Leave here at once."

He didn't yell those words; he barely whispered them. Phoenix looked as though he had just been cursed before he turned and stomped towards the Slytherin dungeons. Severus didn't watch him go. He walked straight into the Hospital Wing as Madam Pomfrey placed a white blanket over Treasure's sleeping body.

"What is the matter with her," Severus asked in a hushed voice, not wanting to wake his daughter up.

"It would probably be best if I spoke to Hermione about this ---"

"No, you will speak to me about this," he told her through clenched teeth, "I am here! Hermione is a meeting with Minerva and I can't get to her. I want to know right now what is wrong with my Treasure!"

"Come into my office, then."

Severus was impatient and didn't want to waste time beating around the bush. Sensing his need for urgency, Poppy began to speak the moment the door had closed behind her.

"Severus, this is a difficult problem and I really should be speaking with both you and Hermione about it ---"

"Dammit, Poppy," Severus yelled, "Tell me what is wrong with my daughter!"

Madam Pomfrey looked down at her hands as Ginny Potter walked in.

"Sorry dinner took so long, Poppy. Professor Sprout and I – oh," Ginny stopped talking abruptly as she spotted the sheer annoyance on Severus' face, "I apologize for the intrusion ---"

"Ginny, if you would be so kind as to keep Treasure company in the main room, I would truly appreciate it."

Ginny nodded and walked out. Severus was almost over the edge in anger. Not wanting to know what could happen if he were anymore pissed off, Poppy got straight to the point.

"Treasure is pregnant," Poppy explained and Severus' jaw dropped, "However, there is a complication that needs to be treated with immediate attention."

"Wh- what is it," he stuttered.

"The embryo has begun to develop in the fallopian tube and he stuck there. If a rupture occurs, it can result, nine times out of ten, in death. This is a very common problem, but it is not to be taken lightly."

Indeed, Severus was not taking this matter lightly. His first child was pregnant, and due to this, there was a chance that she could die. Severus put his elbows on his knees and held his face in his hands.

"What kind of attention must be applied to this matter," he asked.

"Surgery," Poppy replied, "We would sent her to St. Mungo's, but under the circumstances of how close to rupture she is and the broken bones she endured from the fall ---"

Severus looked up immediately, "What fall? You told me nothing about a damn fall!"

"During Quidditch practice, she fell from sixty feet in the air. Phoenix brought her in and ---"

"Okay! Enough," he yelled, "So, you will have to perform the surgery here?"

"Ginny will have to perform the surgery, yes. It will take several hours and would be wise for you if you went back to your quarters until I called you."

Severus stood, "Thank you, Poppy. Hermione and I will be waiting for your call."

He saw himself out of the Hospital Wing. A million questions were racing through his head: how could this have happened? Didn't she take the contraceptive potion? Who is to blame? As he came closer to his quarters, he couldn't find an answer to any of his questions and this angered him even farther.

When Treasure awoke, she found herself tied to a four-poster bed. After further examination of the room, she found that it was Phoenix's, and the bed that she was tied to was also his. She pulled her right arm, but it was tied securely with leather restraints; all of her limbs were. A sudden movement in the shadows caught her eye. As the figure came closer to her, Treasure recognized it to be Granger, and in her hand, she held a leather whip. Once she was right beside the bed, she snapped her wrist once and a loud crack from the whip rung throughout the room.

"Wouldn't it be nice if I were Phoenix," she asked Treasure, playing with the whip by twirling it in her hand.

"Where are we," Treasure demanded.

"We are in the depths of your mind. The courtyard we were in before was one room in your head. This one…well, this is quite another, isn't it?"

"I am in my own mind? How can that be possible?"

"Oh, well, its not you, par say. It's your being – your spirit, so to speak. Physically, you are lying unconscious in the hospital wing as Doctor Potter is performing surgery on you. Consciously and spiritually you are here, talking to me, being nosy and asking too many bloody questions."

"Why am I here?"

"Because I want you to be here," Granger replied as though it was the kind of thing she did everyday, "What's wrong? Is the position you are in uncomfortable? Get used to it, bitch, because your physical self will be in it a lot in the next few months."

"Why is there surgery being performed on me?"

"I think I overheard Madam Pomfrey saying something about pregnancy…and rupture…and, oh, one of my favorite subjects – death!"

At the mention of death, Treasure's eyes began to fill with tears, "Am I going to die? How did I become pregnant? I only had sex once with Phoenix once and I took a contraceptive potion!"

"Of course you took a contraceptive potion, but you didn't wait an hour before having sexual intercourse, now did you?"

Treasure shook her head, "Am I going to die?"

"Well, it matters how you look at 'death'. You see, your body wont be dead. There will be somebody controlling it. Spiritually, you wont be dead, either. Little ol' Treasure is going to be here, in her mind, but she wont have control of her physical self anymore. In a way, you can say that yes, you are dead. Though, where I am concerned, you will be more alive than ever."

"What are you talking about?"

Granger sighed and began walking around the bed, "I am going to have complete control over your body. Really, I hate it when people need it spelled out for them!"

"And me? What are you going to do with me? Leave me here?"

"Do you ever stop asking questions? For Gods fucking sakes," Granger exclaimed and she cracked the whip as one of the lanterns; it shattered, "You will be here, in your mind. I believe I had already clarified that. I hope you brought your toothbrush, because you are in for a long stay."

"I want daddy…"

"In what position? Sweetie, I have had him in that position and believe me, he is not all that impressive," Granger grinned at the shocked/disgusted look on Treasure's face, "Oh, look it, you are coming out of surgery. How nice. Your body is still being affected by the anesthesia, so it will be asleep for a few more hours, but I had best get ready. I hoe Hogwarts is looking for a new Treasure Ryan Snape, because they are getting one whether they like it or not. Ta-ta, Treasure!"

Granger snapped her fingers and Treasure was released from the restraints. As Treasure massaged her wrists to get the blood flowing through them again, Granger was gone.