I got reviews, yay! -hugs them all- Here's chapter two, which came to me around 12:30 last night, but I'm not too picky about that. I welcome ideas anytime!

This chapter takes place before the last one, and I'm telling you that now, so don't complain that you're confused. The rest of the story will be backwards as well, so by the end of it you can read from last chapter to first to get the story straight. But that's no fun. Backwards stories are designed that way, so you should read them that way.

As always, I want some pointers and such. So if you'd be so kind as to review, I'd love ya (but in the non-emotional way).

It was past midnight when Severus Snape barged in the front doors of Hogwarts school. There was a look of utmost fear and worry on his face as he carried a deathly limp body awkwardly in his arms. The face was very pale, seemingly even more so against the brightness of it's red hair.

At once the headmaster was with him, inquiring about the events which had taken place. 'He needs immediate attention, Severus. Get him to Poppy and Lydia as fast as your feet can take you. Tell them everything they need to know.

And with that said, he was alone again. He always worked alone, for his own safety and of those that would try to help, but this time he would have appreciated some assistance. He technically wasn't alone, he had the Weasley in his arms. But he wasn't helping Severus carry himself up the stairs to the hospital wing. It seemed no one was up, but this was much for the better. During the day, the stairs would move to confuse and tease the students, but at night they stayed put, for they knew the teachers would not be amused by their trick.

When he reached the hospital wing, he found the school's nurse, Poppy, and the healer, Lydia, already awake and ready for their patient. They must have been awakened by an alarm from Albus, he thought as he laid the young man down on the bed.

As Lydia went about undressing and assessing the damage done, Severus filled Poppy in with as much as he knew of what happened. 'it was that snake of His,' he said to her. 'It bite him on the arm there, went straight through. I gave him the strongest antidote I had on me, but only to buy some time for proper attention.'

As poppy went about getting what she needed from her stores, the door burst open. A panic-stricken Molly entered followed closely by a worried looking Dumbledore. With this, Lydia closed the curtain around the young man, blocking his sickly form from his mother. 'We need to work fast here,' came her voice from the other side. 'No visitors.'

Mrs. Weasley wouldn't have this. 'He's my son,' she cried. 'Why won't you let me see him? Percy!'

'Molly,' replied Severus, 'Percy has a rather nasty snake bite. You remember when it happened to Arthur, don't you? Lydia is a trained Healer, but she has to work fast and without interruption. Arthur was able to go to St. Mungo's for treatment, and was seen by many trained healers. Percy can't do that. He would be left for dead as soon as they saw that mark on his arm, or if he wasn't going to die shipped off to Azkaban where he would most likely. Let Lydia and Poppy work and do as they say.'

She put her head in her hands and wept uncontrollably. Albus lead her to a chair where she could sit away from what was causing this. She was talking to herself it seemed, with a few phrases here and there understandable. 'Why him?' 'I should have done more.'

Poppy's head poked out from between the curtains. 'Albus,' she said, 'can I see you here, please?' She then went back behind the curtain.

He got up and went to where her head had been only moments before. He slipped inside, and was greeted by the sight of a sickly still Percy, his face pale as the white sheets he lay on. 'Can I be of some assistance?'

Lydia was still hard at work, applying something to the wound, forcing potions down his throat. 'It doesn't look good, Albus,' Poppy said in a hushed voice to him as she stood beside the bed. 'We have to draw the poison out of his blood, while at the same time replenish what he has already lost. The bones in his arm need healing, but that's the least of our worries. His body temperature is extremely high, and his heart isn't taking the poison very well. And anything we have tried to give him so far has had no effect. What kind of poison is this?'

'A rather unknown one,' came Lydia's voice, but she did not take her gaze from her patient. 'These snakes are not very common, even among dark wizards. Very hard to control.' She applied a strange purple liquid to Percy's wound, but it seemed to turn to water as soon as it was applied. 'Nope, that one won't work either.'

Albus let out a sigh. 'Well, I know you two will do you bests. Is there anything I, or perhaps Severus, could assist with?'

Poppy reached down and picked up a bag beside her. 'First thing you can do,' she said as she walked towards him, 'is sent Mrs. Weasley home. There isn't anything she can do here, Albus.' She placed the bag in his arms and went back to her work.

When he exited, he found a somewhat calmer, but still upset Molly listening to Severus. '...tried my best Molly. I honestly did.'

'I know you did, Sev, more than we could ever have asked. And I think you did get through to him, just too late... it was too late.'

Dumbledore watched the two for a moment. They worked so hard together for the Order, and with everyone else. Severus more reluctantly, but he always did what was best. And now he would have to separate them.

They looked up when he came to stand near them. He gave the bag to her, which she accepted someone hesitantly.

'I insist you go home Molly, there is nothing more you can do here.'