A High Price
By: Barbara Kennedy
Disclaimer: This story is a total creation of my mind but the
characters belong to J.K. Rowling. It is probably totally
Alternate Universe, so if anything I put in here doesn't match
up with any of the books, tough luck, just take my word for it
that it happened in this reality.
This is going to be almost totally from Snape's point of view.
I'm not sure where the story will end up yet either. It's a bit
dark and angsty but maybe something good will come of it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 2 - The Price Revealed
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The first thing I am aware of as I wake this time is the sound
of footsteps of someone briskly walking past my bed and then the
sound of curtains being thrown open.
I open my eyes and am able to focus easily this time in spite of
the bright sunlight streaming in the open curtains, which still
hurts my eyes. I still am unable to move much more than to turn
my head slightly, but the overwhelming weakness has left me.
I hear a door open. Albus walks into my sight next to my bed.
"Hello Poppy. I thought I'd pop in to see how he's doing. Ah,
I'm glad to see you are awake, Severus."
Madam Pomfrey pops into view on the other side of my bed. "Good
morning, Professor. You'll be glad to know that you probably
won't need to be kept under the Immobilius Charm after today.
Thanks to the bone-knitting draught, your pelvic and leg bones
are almost healed now, but you still have other wounds that will
take a few days yet to completely heal."
My voice is still raspy and faint. "I am glad to hear that,
Madam Pomfrey, but what about these 'other wounds'? I heard you
both discussing it as I fell asleep yesterday."
"Oh dear, you heard that, did you?" Poppy sounds strangely
distressed and exchanges one of those 'meaningful looks' with
Albus.
"Come now, Poppy, did I obtain yet another scar or two that you
think will distress me? I doubt I will look any worse than I did
previously. You said that I wasn't burned, so it can't be that
bad. I'm not going to scare the ickle firsties, am I?"
"Severus, please, it isn't easy to tell you this. You were very
close to the source of the explosion when it occurred. Do you
remember what you were doing immediately before it happened?"
I think for a moment before I answer her. "No I don't, my memory
of the entire evening is rather sketchy. I remember some parts,
but not others. Just what does that have to do with it?"
I am starting to lose my temper at their avoidance of answering
my simple question. Why is it that hard to answer? What could
possible be wrong?
Albus lays his hand on my shoulder and leans close over me,
looking me straight in the eyes. I notice his eyes are not
twinkling. Where is that accursed cheerful twinkle now when I
suddenly really need to see it?
"Severus, in the explosion you lost. . ." He closes his eyes and
pauses as if he can't bring himself to say it. He swallows and
tries again. "Severus, your left arm was severed just below the
elbow. They never found it after the fire."
All I can do is stare numbly into his eyes for a moment as my
heart lurches, then a scream wells up from the bottom of my soul
and cannot be contained.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
I fall unconscious again.
To be continued.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know. ~sigh~
You all hate me now.
Another evil cliffie, it is all the better to make you review,
my pretties. . .
Leave a review, but this isn't the end of the story, more
surprises ahead.
Remember, I love Severus, too.
By: Barbara Kennedy
Disclaimer: This story is a total creation of my mind but the
characters belong to J.K. Rowling. It is probably totally
Alternate Universe, so if anything I put in here doesn't match
up with any of the books, tough luck, just take my word for it
that it happened in this reality.
This is going to be almost totally from Snape's point of view.
I'm not sure where the story will end up yet either. It's a bit
dark and angsty but maybe something good will come of it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 2 - The Price Revealed
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The first thing I am aware of as I wake this time is the sound
of footsteps of someone briskly walking past my bed and then the
sound of curtains being thrown open.
I open my eyes and am able to focus easily this time in spite of
the bright sunlight streaming in the open curtains, which still
hurts my eyes. I still am unable to move much more than to turn
my head slightly, but the overwhelming weakness has left me.
I hear a door open. Albus walks into my sight next to my bed.
"Hello Poppy. I thought I'd pop in to see how he's doing. Ah,
I'm glad to see you are awake, Severus."
Madam Pomfrey pops into view on the other side of my bed. "Good
morning, Professor. You'll be glad to know that you probably
won't need to be kept under the Immobilius Charm after today.
Thanks to the bone-knitting draught, your pelvic and leg bones
are almost healed now, but you still have other wounds that will
take a few days yet to completely heal."
My voice is still raspy and faint. "I am glad to hear that,
Madam Pomfrey, but what about these 'other wounds'? I heard you
both discussing it as I fell asleep yesterday."
"Oh dear, you heard that, did you?" Poppy sounds strangely
distressed and exchanges one of those 'meaningful looks' with
Albus.
"Come now, Poppy, did I obtain yet another scar or two that you
think will distress me? I doubt I will look any worse than I did
previously. You said that I wasn't burned, so it can't be that
bad. I'm not going to scare the ickle firsties, am I?"
"Severus, please, it isn't easy to tell you this. You were very
close to the source of the explosion when it occurred. Do you
remember what you were doing immediately before it happened?"
I think for a moment before I answer her. "No I don't, my memory
of the entire evening is rather sketchy. I remember some parts,
but not others. Just what does that have to do with it?"
I am starting to lose my temper at their avoidance of answering
my simple question. Why is it that hard to answer? What could
possible be wrong?
Albus lays his hand on my shoulder and leans close over me,
looking me straight in the eyes. I notice his eyes are not
twinkling. Where is that accursed cheerful twinkle now when I
suddenly really need to see it?
"Severus, in the explosion you lost. . ." He closes his eyes and
pauses as if he can't bring himself to say it. He swallows and
tries again. "Severus, your left arm was severed just below the
elbow. They never found it after the fire."
All I can do is stare numbly into his eyes for a moment as my
heart lurches, then a scream wells up from the bottom of my soul
and cannot be contained.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
I fall unconscious again.
To be continued.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know. ~sigh~
You all hate me now.
Another evil cliffie, it is all the better to make you review,
my pretties. . .
Leave a review, but this isn't the end of the story, more
surprises ahead.
Remember, I love Severus, too.