Chapter 7
"Professor! We have an emergency!" Madam Pomfry burst through the door of
Ranovious' office. "Really. You don't say." He looked up from his papers,
not surprised. "Yes. If what I hear is correct, a girl was infected by an
acid ink." "That is unfortunate." He could barely keep back the sinister
grin from creeping onto his face.
"Yes. Do you have the antidote?" "No I'm very sorry." He lied. "I had to
send the last batch to St. Mungo's Hospital. And I fear that it would be a
waste of time to prepare another batch. It would take to long, and the girl
would surely die," this part he especially liked, "before we could fix
more."
"Right." Pomfry walked out of the office, defeated. Ranovious followed her
back to the hospital to check up on the unfortunate patient. Meanwhile,
Servius ran to the owlry with a quill and parchment. He planned to send a
letter to Megan's dad, whom she said was a doctor and pharmacist at St.
Mungo's. When he reached the olwry he laid the parchment on a windowsill
and began to write.
Doctor Ordune,
Megan hurt... acid ink. Please send antidote NOW. Sending fastest owl.
Sincerely, Servius Snape, student
Ps. will explain later.
He scribbled the last bits of the note and tied it to the fastest owl, a large barn owl on the highest perch. He then practically threw it out of the window. "Ordune house, FAST! Don't come back without a package!" He yelled out of the window at the owl that was almost out of sight. He ran back to the hospital wing to find his father standing above Megan's bed. Madam Pomfry was nowhere in sight.
"Get away from her!" His face became livid with rage. "Heh. Well look what we have here. It's little Servius. Come to save Ms. Ordune, your little girlfriend." "Get away NOW!" He snarled through clenched teeth. Beads of sweat dripped off of his face. "You always were a softy, weren't you boy? The world doesn't have room for spineless trash like you or your little love, here."
Servius looked down at the professor's hand. In it was a bottle, which he identified to be some type of poison. "What are you going to do with that bottle?" Like he needed to ask? "Come now, boy. I'm just making things easier. You wouldn't want her to suffer, would you? We can both win. She won't suffer, and I'll have her out of my was all the quicker."
"Arghhhh!" Snape charged at the bottle trying to knock it out of his dad's hand. "Come now, you're just making things harder." Ranovious picked him up by the collar and tossed him on the floor. "Wha-?" Megan dreamily lifted her head at the shout. Luckily the professor was too preoccupied with Servius to notice.
He bent over the crumpled Servius. He then pinned his son to the floor with his foot, adding more and more pressure, crushing him. Megan ran out of bed and tackled Ranovious pounding on his back. He turned around and threw her against a medicine cabinet. Blood trickled from the side of her mouth. But when she tackled Professor Snape he dropped the bottle of poison, smashing it. He looked at Servius, shivering on the ground, unable to move. "Hah! Together forever, really?" He picked up Snape and dropped him next to Megan.
"Professor Snape!" Dumbledore strode into the room, accompanied by a large barn owl. "What, may I ask, are you doing?"
SS: I remember being thrown. I was next to Megan. I could barely recognize Dumbledore's voice talking to my dad. No. He's not my father. He can't be. There's no way. Is this the end? Am I really going to die, right next to Megan? Life seems so unfair sometimes. She was the one who got to know me. She was the one who understood, the one who helped me. She was the one I loved. Why did it have to end like this? She could have been happier if it wasn't for me. We could have been happy, together.
The voices faded away. Ranovious was being hauled away. With his last bit of strength, Snape grabbed Megan's hand. It was icy-cold. He held it close to his chest. Pull through, Megan. Please, God, let her pull through. He prayed these words over and over, again and again. Please, God, let her pull through. Then the world went black. Darkness engulfed his mind and body. He was all-alone. Megan wasn't even there. He was vaguely aware of the icy hand close to his heart.
He scribbled the last bits of the note and tied it to the fastest owl, a large barn owl on the highest perch. He then practically threw it out of the window. "Ordune house, FAST! Don't come back without a package!" He yelled out of the window at the owl that was almost out of sight. He ran back to the hospital wing to find his father standing above Megan's bed. Madam Pomfry was nowhere in sight.
"Get away from her!" His face became livid with rage. "Heh. Well look what we have here. It's little Servius. Come to save Ms. Ordune, your little girlfriend." "Get away NOW!" He snarled through clenched teeth. Beads of sweat dripped off of his face. "You always were a softy, weren't you boy? The world doesn't have room for spineless trash like you or your little love, here."
Servius looked down at the professor's hand. In it was a bottle, which he identified to be some type of poison. "What are you going to do with that bottle?" Like he needed to ask? "Come now, boy. I'm just making things easier. You wouldn't want her to suffer, would you? We can both win. She won't suffer, and I'll have her out of my was all the quicker."
"Arghhhh!" Snape charged at the bottle trying to knock it out of his dad's hand. "Come now, you're just making things harder." Ranovious picked him up by the collar and tossed him on the floor. "Wha-?" Megan dreamily lifted her head at the shout. Luckily the professor was too preoccupied with Servius to notice.
He bent over the crumpled Servius. He then pinned his son to the floor with his foot, adding more and more pressure, crushing him. Megan ran out of bed and tackled Ranovious pounding on his back. He turned around and threw her against a medicine cabinet. Blood trickled from the side of her mouth. But when she tackled Professor Snape he dropped the bottle of poison, smashing it. He looked at Servius, shivering on the ground, unable to move. "Hah! Together forever, really?" He picked up Snape and dropped him next to Megan.
"Professor Snape!" Dumbledore strode into the room, accompanied by a large barn owl. "What, may I ask, are you doing?"
SS: I remember being thrown. I was next to Megan. I could barely recognize Dumbledore's voice talking to my dad. No. He's not my father. He can't be. There's no way. Is this the end? Am I really going to die, right next to Megan? Life seems so unfair sometimes. She was the one who got to know me. She was the one who understood, the one who helped me. She was the one I loved. Why did it have to end like this? She could have been happier if it wasn't for me. We could have been happy, together.
The voices faded away. Ranovious was being hauled away. With his last bit of strength, Snape grabbed Megan's hand. It was icy-cold. He held it close to his chest. Pull through, Megan. Please, God, let her pull through. He prayed these words over and over, again and again. Please, God, let her pull through. Then the world went black. Darkness engulfed his mind and body. He was all-alone. Megan wasn't even there. He was vaguely aware of the icy hand close to his heart.