Fooling Other's
by BreetanyaViolet
Chapter 2
Waiting and Watching
AN: I tend to lie a lot. I told you it would be the first or 6th of September. Its earlier. Why? Because I'm an idiot. I will not place a date for the next update. I'll just say it will be within two months. Why two months? 'Cause I'm trying to graduate. Unfortunally, that means sitting at the computer writing a story I hate. Onto disclaimers.
I don't own anything of the Harry Potter world, never will, unless I become outragously rich and buy the rights from Rowling. Which isn't likely to happen.
Snape was forced to patrol the first night back the little brats were back in the castle. It had been known for centuries now that couples were more likely to sneak off in the beginning of the year after the absence from their so called loved one. The so called lovers would separate by the end of the month as anybody without love stricken eyes could see and it disgusted Snape to think what these children were thinking.
So there he was, wasting his night looking for shagging children in classrooms and bathrooms, when he could have been making potions.
He was walking down the fifth floor west corridor pushing open any closed doors when he reached the boys bathroom. He pushed on the door but it refused to open.
He sighed and steeled himself for the spectacle he might see. He opened the door with a simple Alohamora charm causing the door to fly open.
He wasn't expecting that sight.
There on the cold stone floor was Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, smiling serenely with his eyes half closed and his robes sprawled around him, his arms on either side of his body. The gray stone was hidden by blood, and a bone knife, bloodied like the stone, was grasped lightly in his left hand.
"Shit," the word was out of his mouth faster than he realized the look of horror that had replaced his usual mask.
He quickly scooped up the deathly white boy in his arms and ran towards the Hospital Wing faster than he thought possible.
"Poppy!" Snape yelled as the Hospital wing doors came into sight. "POPPY!"
Madame Pomfrey hurriedly opened the door and was shocked to see Snape rush through them with something white and limp in his arms.
"Severus, what is the..." Pomfrey fell silent as she saw what the white limp thing in his arms was. "Put him down on the bed immediately, go fetch Dumbledore and Minerva, and then get to work on a blood replenishing potion. I have none in my stores."
Severus quickly left the hospital wing and went straight to McGollangal's rooms, which were closer than the headmaster's.
She opened the door tying her red bathrobe shut and in her lion slippers and demanded "Severus, what in the name of Merlin are you doing here at one in the morning?"
"You have to go get Dumbledore and bring him to the Hospital Wing where Poppy is trying to save Potter's life. He slit his wrists. Now if you excuse me I have a potion to make," Snape said shortly and went on his way leaving a shocked McGollangal behind him.
He arrived in the dungeons and started summoning ingredients to his cauldron. He needed to get the basis of it done as quickly as possible as it needed to simmer for a good ninety minutes before it would do any good for Potter.
He was chopping his earthworms before he started thinking about what he had seen. Never in all of the years he had taught Potter did Snape believe that he would try to kill himself. 'And he might still succeed,' Snape thought involuntarily. Madame Pomfrey might not be able to stanch the bleeding enough to keep him alive until the potion was ready.
Potter was the Golden Boy, had everything, and was loved by everyone. He got eleven O.W.L.s and managed some how to sneak by with an 'O' O.W.L. in Potions. He was back on his Quidditch team, and even managed to land the spot of Captain. The werewolf was even back teaching DADA so he wouldn't have to worry about another DADA professor trying to kill him or take away his memory. He had friends who cared about him.
None of this leads to suicide.
Snape just couldn't put his brain around that problem. Sure he was teased by the Slytherins, but everyone non-Slytherin was and none of them had reached the point of suicide.
Snape shook his head and concentrated on the potion before leaving it to simmer as he went back to the hospital wing to inform Pomfrey of his progress.
He walked into the Hospital Wing to see Potter, white as the sheets he was laying on with bright red blotches seeping through gauze bandages. Dumbledore was in conference with Pomfrey and McGollangal was keeping a tearful vigil on Harry.
"The potion should be done in eighty minutes," Snape said dully.
"Lets hope he can last that long," Poppy said sadly. "He's lost a lot of blood and I can't heal his cuts to stop the bleeding. In healing, magic takes what the body can already do and speeds it up. But slit wrists won't clot, and no one but a Healer of the top level can heal without first clotting the wound. There are none alive today."
Snape nodded slightly to show that he had listened and sat down on an empty bed. Albus asked him, "Where did you find Harry?"
"Fifth floor east wing boys' bathroom," Snape replied. "His blood was pooled on the floor. I think the knife is still there."
"Minerva, if you would be so kind as to ask Mr. Filch to go clean up that bathroom?" Dumbledore asked of the deputy Headmistress.
"But Albus!" McGollangal protested. "I can't leave my student like this!"
"And what good would you do him by just sitting beside his bed?" Dumbledore asked kindly. "Please go inform Mr. Filch to clean that bathroom and command not to breathe a word about it to another soul."
"Yes Headmaster," McGollangal conceded standing up and walking out of the door.
The minutes ticked by slowly as more blood seeped through Harry's bandages and deafening silence ruled the room. McGollangal returned to the room after twenty minutes as Filch's office was on the other side of the school.
She turned to Dumbledore, tears dry, but tear tracks still visible on her cheeks and asked, "Why Albus? Why did he do it?"
Snape looked at the Headmaster waiting for an answer. He himself didn't have one and it frustrated him to hell and back when he didn't have an answer to an annoying question.
Dumbledore shook his head sadly, no twinkle in his blue eyes as he said, "I don't know Minerva. I honestly don't. It goes against Harry's personality completely. He knows he's needed, he's seen the prophecy. Harry wouldn't run away when he knows people are depending on him."
The room fell into silence again and they all watched as Poppy changed Harry's bandages when they became too saturated with his blood.
Finally Snape walked out of the door and down to the dungeons where the potion was complete, at last. He quickly poured some into a flask and ran up to the hospital wing as fast as his legs would take him. He gave the potion to Pomfrey who forced it down Harry's throat.
She looked at them with a cautious look in her eyes, "He's lost a lot of blood, this may be too little too late. Severus, please go brew another batch for later."
Snape agreed, glad to do something rather than sit around and watch his childhood enemy's son float between life and death and silently kicking himself for not thinking of making more. He finished two more batches before six thirty in the morning when he decided to bring up what he had to the hospital wing and to check and see if Harry still breathed.
He walked into the Hospital Wing to see Harry just as white and covered up to the chin with a barely whiter sheet. But his chest continued to move up and down. Snape handed his potions to Poppy and asked, "Is he going to make it?"
"Possibly," she said not giving any definite answers. "Please don't disturb Minerva. She has just managed to drop off to sleep, and she needs rest before telling his friends."
"Do you need anymore of that potion?" Snape asked putting his hand through his hair.
"No, not right now," Pomfrey said. "Get some sleep, you have classes in a few hours. And I'm sure you don't want to fall asleep during double potions with Slytherins and Gryffindors."
Snape sneered half heartedly, "I've gone on no sleep for seventy-two hours at a time Poppy. I think I'll manage. I'll go make another batch."
Snape sighed as he walked out the door, who would have thought he would be this worried whether Potter died or not.
AN:
This is not slash.
Snape is not Harry's father.
now that we got that out of the way, please review.
BTW it will all come together eventually.
by BreetanyaViolet
Chapter 2
Waiting and Watching
AN: I tend to lie a lot. I told you it would be the first or 6th of September. Its earlier. Why? Because I'm an idiot. I will not place a date for the next update. I'll just say it will be within two months. Why two months? 'Cause I'm trying to graduate. Unfortunally, that means sitting at the computer writing a story I hate. Onto disclaimers.
I don't own anything of the Harry Potter world, never will, unless I become outragously rich and buy the rights from Rowling. Which isn't likely to happen.
Snape was forced to patrol the first night back the little brats were back in the castle. It had been known for centuries now that couples were more likely to sneak off in the beginning of the year after the absence from their so called loved one. The so called lovers would separate by the end of the month as anybody without love stricken eyes could see and it disgusted Snape to think what these children were thinking.
So there he was, wasting his night looking for shagging children in classrooms and bathrooms, when he could have been making potions.
He was walking down the fifth floor west corridor pushing open any closed doors when he reached the boys bathroom. He pushed on the door but it refused to open.
He sighed and steeled himself for the spectacle he might see. He opened the door with a simple Alohamora charm causing the door to fly open.
He wasn't expecting that sight.
There on the cold stone floor was Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, smiling serenely with his eyes half closed and his robes sprawled around him, his arms on either side of his body. The gray stone was hidden by blood, and a bone knife, bloodied like the stone, was grasped lightly in his left hand.
"Shit," the word was out of his mouth faster than he realized the look of horror that had replaced his usual mask.
He quickly scooped up the deathly white boy in his arms and ran towards the Hospital Wing faster than he thought possible.
"Poppy!" Snape yelled as the Hospital wing doors came into sight. "POPPY!"
Madame Pomfrey hurriedly opened the door and was shocked to see Snape rush through them with something white and limp in his arms.
"Severus, what is the..." Pomfrey fell silent as she saw what the white limp thing in his arms was. "Put him down on the bed immediately, go fetch Dumbledore and Minerva, and then get to work on a blood replenishing potion. I have none in my stores."
Severus quickly left the hospital wing and went straight to McGollangal's rooms, which were closer than the headmaster's.
She opened the door tying her red bathrobe shut and in her lion slippers and demanded "Severus, what in the name of Merlin are you doing here at one in the morning?"
"You have to go get Dumbledore and bring him to the Hospital Wing where Poppy is trying to save Potter's life. He slit his wrists. Now if you excuse me I have a potion to make," Snape said shortly and went on his way leaving a shocked McGollangal behind him.
He arrived in the dungeons and started summoning ingredients to his cauldron. He needed to get the basis of it done as quickly as possible as it needed to simmer for a good ninety minutes before it would do any good for Potter.
He was chopping his earthworms before he started thinking about what he had seen. Never in all of the years he had taught Potter did Snape believe that he would try to kill himself. 'And he might still succeed,' Snape thought involuntarily. Madame Pomfrey might not be able to stanch the bleeding enough to keep him alive until the potion was ready.
Potter was the Golden Boy, had everything, and was loved by everyone. He got eleven O.W.L.s and managed some how to sneak by with an 'O' O.W.L. in Potions. He was back on his Quidditch team, and even managed to land the spot of Captain. The werewolf was even back teaching DADA so he wouldn't have to worry about another DADA professor trying to kill him or take away his memory. He had friends who cared about him.
None of this leads to suicide.
Snape just couldn't put his brain around that problem. Sure he was teased by the Slytherins, but everyone non-Slytherin was and none of them had reached the point of suicide.
Snape shook his head and concentrated on the potion before leaving it to simmer as he went back to the hospital wing to inform Pomfrey of his progress.
He walked into the Hospital Wing to see Potter, white as the sheets he was laying on with bright red blotches seeping through gauze bandages. Dumbledore was in conference with Pomfrey and McGollangal was keeping a tearful vigil on Harry.
"The potion should be done in eighty minutes," Snape said dully.
"Lets hope he can last that long," Poppy said sadly. "He's lost a lot of blood and I can't heal his cuts to stop the bleeding. In healing, magic takes what the body can already do and speeds it up. But slit wrists won't clot, and no one but a Healer of the top level can heal without first clotting the wound. There are none alive today."
Snape nodded slightly to show that he had listened and sat down on an empty bed. Albus asked him, "Where did you find Harry?"
"Fifth floor east wing boys' bathroom," Snape replied. "His blood was pooled on the floor. I think the knife is still there."
"Minerva, if you would be so kind as to ask Mr. Filch to go clean up that bathroom?" Dumbledore asked of the deputy Headmistress.
"But Albus!" McGollangal protested. "I can't leave my student like this!"
"And what good would you do him by just sitting beside his bed?" Dumbledore asked kindly. "Please go inform Mr. Filch to clean that bathroom and command not to breathe a word about it to another soul."
"Yes Headmaster," McGollangal conceded standing up and walking out of the door.
The minutes ticked by slowly as more blood seeped through Harry's bandages and deafening silence ruled the room. McGollangal returned to the room after twenty minutes as Filch's office was on the other side of the school.
She turned to Dumbledore, tears dry, but tear tracks still visible on her cheeks and asked, "Why Albus? Why did he do it?"
Snape looked at the Headmaster waiting for an answer. He himself didn't have one and it frustrated him to hell and back when he didn't have an answer to an annoying question.
Dumbledore shook his head sadly, no twinkle in his blue eyes as he said, "I don't know Minerva. I honestly don't. It goes against Harry's personality completely. He knows he's needed, he's seen the prophecy. Harry wouldn't run away when he knows people are depending on him."
The room fell into silence again and they all watched as Poppy changed Harry's bandages when they became too saturated with his blood.
Finally Snape walked out of the door and down to the dungeons where the potion was complete, at last. He quickly poured some into a flask and ran up to the hospital wing as fast as his legs would take him. He gave the potion to Pomfrey who forced it down Harry's throat.
She looked at them with a cautious look in her eyes, "He's lost a lot of blood, this may be too little too late. Severus, please go brew another batch for later."
Snape agreed, glad to do something rather than sit around and watch his childhood enemy's son float between life and death and silently kicking himself for not thinking of making more. He finished two more batches before six thirty in the morning when he decided to bring up what he had to the hospital wing and to check and see if Harry still breathed.
He walked into the Hospital Wing to see Harry just as white and covered up to the chin with a barely whiter sheet. But his chest continued to move up and down. Snape handed his potions to Poppy and asked, "Is he going to make it?"
"Possibly," she said not giving any definite answers. "Please don't disturb Minerva. She has just managed to drop off to sleep, and she needs rest before telling his friends."
"Do you need anymore of that potion?" Snape asked putting his hand through his hair.
"No, not right now," Pomfrey said. "Get some sleep, you have classes in a few hours. And I'm sure you don't want to fall asleep during double potions with Slytherins and Gryffindors."
Snape sneered half heartedly, "I've gone on no sleep for seventy-two hours at a time Poppy. I think I'll manage. I'll go make another batch."
Snape sighed as he walked out the door, who would have thought he would be this worried whether Potter died or not.
AN:
This is not slash.
Snape is not Harry's father.
now that we got that out of the way, please review.
BTW it will all come together eventually.