Wow, two reviews on the same day! They made me update early even though I'm really busy at the moment. Don't worry Léne they are going to meet and the story is going somewhere.
Day 6.
Snape Family Mansion:
He was sitting on the end of his bed, staring at a blank wall. He hadn't slept or made
any effort to change out of his bloody robes.
'She's dead.'
He felt something like a scream building inside his mind and knew that if he let it out he would leave sanity behind and there would be no going back. Very calmly he took hold of his right index finger. He bent it back slowly, no expression on his face, untill the bone snapped. The tension lessened. He started slowly rocking.
'She's dead'.
He stopped, got his middle finger. Snap.
'She's dead.'
Snap. Snap.
'She's dead.'
'Why is this happening?'
'She's dead.'
Number 12 Grimaland Place:
He woke up to blinding agony. He had no idea how long he'd been unconscious. He couldn't tell if it was day or night because he couldn't open his eyes. For a long time he just lay there, breathing as shallowly as he could, shaking from the after effects of the second unforgivable curse.
He started to wonder where he was. Moving one bruised hand in an exploratory fashion he felt bare floorboards. Probably still his own room then. He lay motionless once more. Even that small action had caused almost unbearable pain. He felt really sick. And cold right through. He wondered if he was going to die this summer. His family would probably be pretty pleased.
'I don't want to die.'
'Not even to escape this?'
'I want to live. I want to see my friends again.'
Bitting down on his split lower lip he made himself curl up into a ball, trying to conserve whatever heat there might be in his body. How much longer was it till he could go back to school? How about till he was eighteen and could leave this place forever? He tried to calculated the number of days but couldn't. The pain insisted on being the focus of all his thoughts. Eventually he gave up trying to block it out. Instead he just concentrated on breathing.
Several hours latter he became aware of footsteps in the room. It took him a moment to recognise them as his brother's. He felt Regulus lift him into a sitting position. Bursts of bright white agony drew his attention to the fact that most of his ribs were broken. Something was poured into his mouth. Half of it dribbled back down his chin. A hand tilted back his head so that he'd have to swallow. He gagged and coughed uncontrolably but most of it went inside of him. He felt himself being lowered back down.
"Thank you," he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper.
There was no reply. More footsteps. Then he was once again alone and lying on the cold floor.