I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own the song I use in this section either. It is by David Bowie. I love David Bowie almost as much as Alan Rickman! That is saying something.It is called Days as you will read. I love it. I found it rather ironic given the situation I have placed the characters in. I hope you all enjoy this update.
I was wondering, also, if you would like me to personally respond to each of you on my author bio. I would be willing to do so.
Lynx Black - As long as you tell everyone that I am the author and you are just translating my story I would be honored if you want to translate it into Spanish. You definitely may.
Aleatha515 - In answer to your question...Jane writes with a Calligraphic style that Hermione does not useon her HW. She does not want it to be recognized by Severus so she changed it. Plus one might say Severus recognized it out of hope more than logic.
Would any of you mind if I put the chapter of my next SS/HG story up or would you rather I try to finish this one first?
- Hermione Granger -
I dropped down onto my knees and flung my arms around him. I hauled him up into my lap and allowed his cheek to rest on my shoulder. He groaned softly.
"Professor, Professor Snape, are you alright? Can you hear me?" I asked. I could feel the burning in my eyes. I placed a hand on his cheek. His skin was burning hot and covered in sweat. He groaned. "Severus, please be okay."
I slipped him off my lap, "Mobilicorpus."
It was as if invisible cords shot out the end of my wand and wrapped around him lifting up into the air so I could move him more easily. I'd seen him come through the bookshelf many times. Surely that was the way he got into and out of his quarters. How did I open it though? I looked over the shelf. Odd. The books in the center appeared to have hieroglyphics carved into them. They were the names of different Egyptian gods and goddesses. The names were Ra, Isis, Anubis, Chons, Geb, Selket, Qetesh, Sobek, Taweret, Set, Bast, and Osiris. They were in an oval. They seemed to be in order of the rank given to them in Ancient Egyptian society but Isis and Bast were in the wrong places. I moved them and put them in the more logical place. A small cranking could be heard from within the shelves. The hieroglyphs were replaced with twelve different kanji with a picture of an animal below it. Professor Snape was paranoid. They were completely randomly organized but they were the twelve animals of the Chinese Zodiac. What was the order they came in? I began to rack my brain. Rat, ox, tiger, rabbit, dragon, snake, horse, ram, monkey, rooster, dog, pig. I put them in order. A second cranking could be heard from the bookcase. It swung open.
I directed Professor Snape's hovering body into the room careful not to bump his head. I looked around and saw an open door across from me. I could see a large bed in the corner. I directed him there. I held him using my wand and took his shoes off. I flipped the covers back and gently directed my professor under them around him.
"Professor Snape, can you hear me?" I asked petting his cheeks. He was burning up. I could feel the hysteria rising in my chest.
I waved my wand conjuring up a bowl of cold water and a rag. I began to mop his face with the rag. I felt tears rise in my eyes. I felt panic in my chest. He was so sick. I had to call Madam Pomfrey.
"I'll be right back Severus," I said squeezing his hand before I left.
I walked quickly out into his main rooms where there was a fireplace. A small pot of floo powder sat on the mantle. I looked at the pictures. They were all pictures of us together. Some were from the Halloween Ball and some were from our Christmas. I felt sick seeing how happy he was in those pictures compared with how bitter he was now. I felt miserable. I wanted those days as much as he did. My clip sat on the mantle as well. The one I'd used to hold his note together. I finally ripped my gaze from Severus and me dancing. Some of the pictures were scowling at me. I felt their bitter hatred. They saw what Severus wouldn't and what I couldn't tell. I grabbed a handful of powder from the pot and tossed it into the fire.
"HOSPITAL WING!" I shouted sticking my head through. "Madam Pomfrey!"
"Yes," she called walking over.
"Professor Snape just collapsed. I've moved him into his rooms but he has a very high fever and is pale, even for him." I said and by the end I know I was quite hysterical.
"Calm down dear, I'll be right there," Madam Pomfrey said in a soothing voice. She walked over to a cabinet as I pulled my head back through. She stepped out of the fire holding two potion bottles.
"Madam Pomfrey, will he be okay?" I asked, not even bothering or trying to disguise my fear and worry for my professor.
"You've nothing to worry about dear. He'll be just fine. He gets sick like this at least once a year," Madam Pomfrey said leading the way into Professor Snape's room. I followed close behind.
"Is there anything I can do to help Madam Pomfrey?" I asked softly. I would do anything for my love.
"That would be wonderful. Severus was and is always a very difficult patient," she said setting the bottles on his nightstand and taking out her wand. She waved it over him. "Just as I suspected."
"What?" I prompted nervously looking down at my tossing professor. I wanted to fling myself upon him and beg him to wake up and be alright but I knew enough not to do that in the presence of Madam Pomfrey. She'd never let me stay if she saw my odd behavior. She didn't know that we were engaged.
"Just a fever. It's lucky you found him before he got any worse. These two potions are all he needs and he'll be back on his feet within a few days though he might sleep for a while."
I smiled and relaxed. I felt so relieved. Severus would be fine. My Severus was not in any danger.
"Hermione, would you terribly mind staying here and taking care of Severus? There is a Quidditch match and Gryffindor is playing Slytherin so there are certain to be many injuries," Madam Pomfrey said.
"I'd not mind. I want to be a mediwitch." I said keeping my elation from showing. I was going to get to stay in my fiancé's room and make sure he was safe and well taken care of.
"Would you help me give these potions to your Professor Snape?" Madam Pomfrey asked picking up a red potion that shimmered silver on top.
"Of course," I answered. I would do anything to help my love recover as quickly as possible. I preferred him insulting me any day to him lying helpless and sick in a bed. "What should I do?"
"If you wouldn't mind, please lift him up so the potion will not dribble around his mouth. Please, if you do not want to I understand and I will do it, situate him so his head is resting on your shoulder," Madam Pomfrey said uncorking the flask.
I was getting asked to hold Professor Snape in my arms and let him rest his head against my shoulder. It took a second to digest it. It was like a dream come true. As soon as I had, I bounded forward and sat up near Professor Snape's head. I lifted him up as if he was made of fine stained glass. I wrapped my arms around his torso and clasped them together allowing his cheek to rest on my shoulder.
"Jane," he moaned softly.
"Oh," I whispered gently. "Shush."
"Pay no attention when he calls for Jane," she told me. "He loved her but she died a while back. He still has not accepted it and I doubt he ever will. He always calls for her when he is sick."
I felt so peeved when she said this though she had no idea how right Severus was to be calling for me. He had every right. I was here now and I told him I was watching over him and I intended to keep my word. As if I could blatantly ignore my love's cries for me. I could never do that.
"Can you open his mouth dear?" she asked me.
I had my Severus flush against me. I hadn't been this happy since I'd held him the night before I had left him in the nineteen-seventies. It was wonderful. I hadn't realized how starved I'd been for his touch, even if it was only the feel of him against me as I cradled him to help give him medicinal potions. I removed my right hand from where if had been resting with my left over Severus' heart. I gently grabbed his chin pinching his lips apart. I used my hand to hold his face as still as possible while the school mediwitch administered the two potions. After she gave him the second, he went limp in my arms. I immediately began to despair for his life. I felt the terror rising up in my chest.
"It was a Calming Potion," Madam Pomfrey said when she saw the panic-stricken look on my face.
"Oh," I said softly and quietly before looking down at his face.
"I've got to be getting back to the Hospital Wing dear," she said. She gave me a strange look.
I gave her the same look in return until I remembered that I was snuggling the most hated professor in the thousand year history of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I swiftly yet reluctantly began to disentangle my limbs from Professor Snape's.
Madam Pomfrey left quietly as I pulled a chair up to Severus' bedside. I was gasping a little as I patted his cheek.
His eyes opened a sliver. "Jane. I told them all you lived. I told everyone. No one believed me but I knew. Now we can be together."
"No, Severus. We can't just yet but I promise I'll tell you when I feel ready. Then you'll never have to be alone again," I said "Severus look at hand." I peeled my glove off and showed him the ring he had given to me more than twenty years ago.
He smiled before collapsing back. I took the rag and began to try to cool him down again. I pulled my glove back on with my teeth as I sat down next to him.
"Severus, you and I will be together soon. We can get married and spend the rest of our lives together. I promise we'll do whatever you want. If you want me to have as many children as Mrs. Weasley then I will. Whatever you want," I said petting his face and cupping his chin. I kissed his forehead.
A content smile spread over his face. I smiled in return even though he couldn't see me. I remembered something my mother told me when I was a small child.
'Singing helps heal and make people feel better.' My mother always sang to me when I was sick. I hummed softly at first before I began to sing a song I found rather ironic considering what had happened to him and me.
Days
Hold me tight
Keep me cool
Going mad
Don't know what to do
Do I need a friend?
Well, I need one now
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
All I've done
I've done for me
All you gave
You gave for free
I gave nothing in return
And there's little left of me
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
In red-eyed pain I'm knocking on your door again
My crazy brain in tangles
Pleading for your gentle voice
Those storms keep pounding through my head and heart
I pray you'll soothe my sorry soul
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
I ended up falling asleep with my cheek resting on his chest.
Well there was chapter 20. Please leave a nice review for me. I would greatly appreciate and enjoy it. I hope to read many. I shall leave you now to post this chapter.