Sorry for the wait. I had my exams and I didn't have time to write. Plus with my nagging dad telling me to get off the computer and do my coursework, I didn't get many chances to write. Well here it is and please read to the end, not just half way through.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, scenes, plots that you may have seen in the books written by our favourite author Joanne Kathleen Rowling. I do however own Siobhan McKay.
Chapter 2- Plaga Platefactum
Siobhan woke up gasping for air. There was a pain coming from her lower right abdomen. The dream had been so real. She had felt the blast; she had felt the pain of the dagger, as it dug deep into her stomach. She looked down and saw that her pale blue top had now becoming a nasty shade of red. She lifted her top and there was blood pouring out if a deep, wide slit, exactly where she had been hit in her dream. Yet, somehow, she knew it wasn't a dream; it was some sort of recollection of her mother's death. Siobhan wiped the wound carefully with her blood-soaked t-shirt, flinching slightly when the material came into contact with raw flesh. After wiping all the blood off she thought that was it, but a minute afterwards the blood started pouring again, at a steady pace. She groaned, as she realised she would have to get his help. He, as in her new-found father, he. Imagine her having his surname: Siobhan Eleanor Snape, not too bad but not perfect.
The blood was still pouring and clutching her stomach she made her way towards the living room. Unfortunately for her, he wasn't there, nor was he in the kitchen. She heard light snoring coming from behind one of the doors, as she was making her way back to her room, and opened it to see if it was Severus. Luckily it was and he looked the same as she had seen him in the morning. She sighed a sigh of relief, and stumbled onto his bed and sat on the edge.
"Um, Mr. Snape? Mr. Severus Snape? Do wake up," she said shaking him by the shoulders. He moaned and turned around. Siobhan gave him another shake. "Mr. Snape, get off your lazy ass and wake up!" That certainly got his attention because he opened his eyes, managing to turn in his face into a scowl in a matter of seconds.
"What? Can't you see I'm resting," he snapped, obviously irritated by being woken up.
"I've got this wound on my stomach, and the problem is I don't know where I got it."
"Well, what do you want me to do? Kiss it better?" Siobhan frowned at this sarcastic comment. It was not funny, and Severus didn't seem to intend it to be funny.
"You can't kiss an open wound better. The problem is that I am bleeding and I can't stop it."
Severus sat up and looked at the girl more carefully. Beads of sweat trickled down her creamy skin, and her eyes showed hidden pain. He noticed that her once pale blue top was now, a horrible shade of scarlet. He swung his legs off the bed, and sat up properly to examine her wound, but as he started to gently peel of the material that had gotten stuck onto the cut, she flinched and moved his hands away.
"I have to see it, if you want me to help. It might sting a little but bear with me," Severus said, lying a bit. It was going to sting like hell but what the heck. He pulled of the rest of the material from the wound and looked at carefully. He saw traces of repaired skin along the side of the cut, but the wound itself seemed fresh. Was it attempted suicide or what?
Severus was no Healer, but he was quite surprised when none of his healing spells, potions and lotions didn't work. By this time Siobhan was weaving in and out of consciousness due to the pain. Finally, Severus could do no more than to bandage the wound and went to consult a large book that contained information on what to do with wounds such as these. Severus quickly found the it in the book.
Plaga Platefactum- This is a spell that is inflicted on the victim by a pure silver dagger, own by few wizards and witches, many of them on the Dark side. Once the dagger has pierced the skin, it leaves a scar, which can only be re-opened by the owner of the dagger. The victim usually bleeds to death, as no ordinary spell, lotion or potion can close the wound up again. The only people that can heal it successfully, are the few Qualified Healers at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
Severus closed the book and returned to his room. At least he knew what had caused the wound. Siobhan knew as well but she wasn't speaking, and she couldn't at the moment since she was unconscious. The bandages were already soaked in blood, and he changed them before wrapping her in a nearby cloak, despite the hot temperature outside, and sweeping her into his arms and towards the fireplace in the living room. Grabbing the pouch of Floo Powder hanging on a hook beside the fireplace and throwing it into the fireplace, he stepped in, still holding Siobhan in his arms, and shouting his destination, "St. Mungo's!"
The minute he and Siobhan were out of the fireplace at St. Mungo's they were greeted by a Welcome Witch, who seemed too robotic, as if she had rehearsed this over and over again.
"Welcome to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, where we strive in healing people. Is there in anyway that I can help you?" she said, giving a broad smile which revealed all her teeth, each one straight and opal white.
"My daughter has a very nasty wound, and I am wondering which floor I should take her to," Severus replied. Siobhan stirred slightly as he touched her wound, even with the bandage on.
"Oh, dear. She doesn't look well does she? Do you by any chance know what caused the wound. A bite, a knife, or something like that?"
"I believe it was caused by a dagger, the Plaga Platefactum spell, I believe."
"Ah, then you require to go to the our new sixth floor. Dark Spells and Injuries, and inquire at the reception desk. There you shall receive further help. Good day." And at that the Welcome Witch left to go and greet a distraught looking woman coming out of the next fireplace along.
Healers dressed in lime-green robes dashed around, holding clipboards, weaving in and out of visitors and patients, stopping every now and then to have a small conversation with each other. Severus could not imagine himself being a Healer even with his skill in potions, as he hated bright light, and the Hospital was brighter than white in his eyes. To his luck the lift was empty, so nobody could accidentally nudge Siobhan who was beginning to stir in his arms. To his amazement, the sixth floor was empty, apart from the odd visitor coming to see their dads and uncles. The receptionist reminded him of Professor Binn who always wore a bored look on his face.
"Welcome, how may I help you?" the receptionist asked, pushing up his glasses on his crooked nose, and examining Siobhan who looked a state. Severus explained and the receptionist nodded in agreement. "Her full name please."
"I'm not sure really. I believe it's Siobhan E. McKay."
"Ah, yes. Here we are, Siobhan Eleanor McKay, daughter of the deceased Gwendolyn Fay McKay and Severus Tom Snape. I presume that is you. She has been her before because of that wound. I shall call a Healer right over." The receptionist tapped on the table as he waited for the Healer to come. He didn't have to wait too long as minutes later a young wizard with bright green hair appeared from behind one of the doors.
"Hello, I'm Plateaus Cray and I shall be your Healer. Do come this way, Mr Snape." He led them out of the reception area, through double doors into a ward. Before he entered the ward, Severus read the sign above the door. Pythagoras McKay Ward- Dark spells inflicted wounds. Healer-in-Charge: Augustus Nimrod. Trainee Healer: Plateaus Cray.
'Great,' thought Severus, 'I'm stuck with a green-haired trainee Healer who's probably going to make mistake.'
The ward was half-full with a few empty beds nearer to the window. Severus carried Siobhan over and laid her down on the bed Cray pointed to. Siobhan made an attempt to sit up but her strength failed her and she slid back down. Severus felt sorry for her as he watched her forcing herself to sit up and being pushed down by the Healer, like a hurt animal who wants to walk but is kept down by it's family. Cray decided that it would be best if Severus sat outside for awhile whilst he patched up Siobhan. It wouldn't matter whether he was there or not since Siobhan was unconscious again and would probably stay like that until the next morning. Severus decided to go to the Visitor's Tearoom since he hadn't eaten since eight o'clock that morning, and since it was now 6 in the afternoon according to his watch, he was famished.
To his amazement he found Molly, Ron, Ginny and George Weasley, sitting around a table in the Visitor's tearoom, eating Pumpkin Pie, an amused look on their face. With them sat Harry Potter, and Alastor Moody who went with him everywhere. He walked over to them wondering what they were doing here. Molly noticed him first and stood up to greet him.
"Hello Severus. What brings you here to St. Mungo's? Not been hurt have you?" Molly asked a look of concern etched on her face.
"No, I'm perfectly fine. I was going to ask you the same question," he said avoiding the question. He didn't feel like revealing his personal life to the Weasley's, let alone Harry Potter, but there was no way he could hide it from Alastor who had the magic eye.
"Oh, we're just here on the count of Fred. One of their sweets went wrong. Instead of giving him a fever, it's set him on fire and it's going to take awhile to cool him down so we thought we'd have some tea."
"I'm just going to get some coffee and be on my way. I'm... um... visiting an old friend on the sixth floor. I'll be outside the Pythagoras McKay ward on the sixth floor if you need anything." It was obvious he was lying because never in the years Molly Weasley had known Severus Snape had he used the word 'um'.
He went over to the counter and ask for black coffee on the go, and within seconds the woman behind the counter had produced steaming hot coffee in a plastic cup. He held it carefully as he made his way through the tables towards the door and towards the Pythagoras McKay Ward, where his daughter was in a better state.
Ron turned towards Harry as Severus walked out and they gave each other amazed looks. Never of them had ever seen Severus in jeans before, or without an overdose of grease on his head.
"Was that Snape? 'Cause if that was he looks bloody different. He actually looked like a human being," Ron commented after the shock had worn off.
"Maybe he's decided to change for the best," Harry said thinking about it. Snape changeing from being the slimy git that he is was less likely than Voldemort suddenly having a change of heart and becoming good. He turned to Mrs. Weasley. "Mrs. Weasley, is Snape married?"
"No, not that I know of. Why whatever gave you that idea?" Mrs Weasley answered, her ears turning slightly red.
"Nothing. It's just that I thought I saw Snape carrying a girl in his arms, when we were at the reception area, and I thought that might be his daughter."
"Nah, The only person who would want to marry Snape is someone who works in the grease company. At least that way they both share an interest," George chipped in making everybody laugh. Not at George's sarcastic comment but at the thought of Snape having a daughter. However, Alastor didn't look to certain as his magical eye swirled upwards in the direction of Pythagoras McKay ward.
The next morning Severus woke up with a stiff neck. He must have fallen asleep in a chair outside the ward. There seemed to be commotion going on in the ward. As he opened the door he had to duck to avoid a flying bottle coming into contact with his head. Siobhan, who had thrown the bottle, seemed to be up and alive. Her vocal chords certainly were. A witch was standing next to her trying to calm her down.
"I AM NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING UNTIL I GET MY TOAST!" she bellowed at the top of her voice. The patients in the surrounding beds simply ignored her, since many of them had been there the previous week when Siobhan had thrown the same tantrum.
"You cannot eat until you have drunk your potion. There's no point in eating any way as you won't be able to keep it down until after you've drunk the potion and there won't be any left if you keep throwing it out of the door," the witch explained for the fifth time. Severus stepped in as he saw the witch was making no difference.
"Will you stop being so childish. You need the potion or your wound won't heal. Now calm yourself and drink," he said handing her the bottle containing the Blood-Replenishing potion. She had lost quite a lot of blood.
"But-," she began to argue.
"No buts. Drink or your going to be in her longer than you need to be." Siobhan took the potion and drunk it in a go. She looked as if she was going to be sick, and Severus smirked in triumph. The nurse thanked Severus and went to attend to another patient. He conjured up a chair, sat next to Siobhan, and started asking her questions.
"So, how did you get that cut? You didn't try to commit suicide did you?" Severus asked uncertain whether he should be asking at all. Siobhan rolled her eyes.
"No. If I'd wanted to commit suicide I'd have died when I had the chance, but I didn't. If you want to know ask the Healer with the bright green hair."
"I want to hear it from you. What happened, and don't give me that crap about not remembering because I know you do."
"Don't you think I've been through it long enough? I had to go through it when my mother died, and I had to go through it last night. Can't you just leave me in peace?"
"Not until you tell me what happened. I'm your father. You should be able to trust me." Siobhan snorted.
"My mother trusted you and look what happened to her. If I trust you how do I know I shan't end up like her?" Severus looked hurt but then realised she was right. Gwendolyn had trusted him and he had left her. what would he do to her?
"Just trust me O.K. I won't do anything to hurt you. All I want to know is how you got that cut."
"Death Eater. That's how I got it. I got stabbed by a Death Eater. Happy now?" She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and made to stand up but found that she felt giddy, and sat back down. She laid back down, turned away from Severus and pretended to sleep. Severus took that as a sign to stop speaking and he laid his head back and watched her slowly relax as she fell asleep.
The next few days whilst Siobhan was in hospital were pretty much the same. Dumbledore popped in everyday to see how she was doing and to see if she would give any more clues to which Death Eater had stabbed her but every time the answer was the same.
"I don't remember O.K. Just leave me ALONE!" And that would be the end of the conversation whether Dumbledore or Severus liked it or not.
After five days the wound had healed completely, and all there was left was a long red scar. Siobhan was happy to finally be able to walk around, even though she had formed a strong friendship with the green-haired Healer. She herself wanted to become Healer and had been told that all she needed was to control her temper and she'd be fine. There was no problem about her breaking patient confidentiality since she was so tight-lipped about what had happened to her. Dumbledore, of course, was there to send her off, and as usual tried to get her to remember.
"Look, Dumbledore. I don't remember. If I did then I'd tell you since I want the person who killed my mother to suffer as much as I am."
"Please try to remember. I'm not sure if you know this, but the Death Eater who killed your mother also killed the rest of your family." Siobhan nodded. She knew alright. Her mother had said it before she died.
"I'm really sorry, but questioning me everyday won't help me remember. It just makes me block it out even more. Try to understand. I'll tell you when I know." Dumbledore touched held her hand in his and squeezed it gently. He nodded to say that e understood she wanted to be left alone. Severus came back from the receptionist area, and sat down next to Siobhan.
"You ready, then? They say that if it happens again you have to tell me exactly what you saw. Apparently every time you dream about it, your wound re-opens," he said giving her shoulder a squeeze. Siobhan shrugged him off and closed her eyes as if trying to get rid of the memories. She slid of the bed and walked towards the door.
"Well are you coming or not? I'm famished and you need a good shave." Severus rubbed his chin and found it was rough from five days neglect.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, scenes, plots that you may have seen in the books written by our favourite author Joanne Kathleen Rowling. I do however own Siobhan McKay.
Chapter 2- Plaga Platefactum
Siobhan woke up gasping for air. There was a pain coming from her lower right abdomen. The dream had been so real. She had felt the blast; she had felt the pain of the dagger, as it dug deep into her stomach. She looked down and saw that her pale blue top had now becoming a nasty shade of red. She lifted her top and there was blood pouring out if a deep, wide slit, exactly where she had been hit in her dream. Yet, somehow, she knew it wasn't a dream; it was some sort of recollection of her mother's death. Siobhan wiped the wound carefully with her blood-soaked t-shirt, flinching slightly when the material came into contact with raw flesh. After wiping all the blood off she thought that was it, but a minute afterwards the blood started pouring again, at a steady pace. She groaned, as she realised she would have to get his help. He, as in her new-found father, he. Imagine her having his surname: Siobhan Eleanor Snape, not too bad but not perfect.
The blood was still pouring and clutching her stomach she made her way towards the living room. Unfortunately for her, he wasn't there, nor was he in the kitchen. She heard light snoring coming from behind one of the doors, as she was making her way back to her room, and opened it to see if it was Severus. Luckily it was and he looked the same as she had seen him in the morning. She sighed a sigh of relief, and stumbled onto his bed and sat on the edge.
"Um, Mr. Snape? Mr. Severus Snape? Do wake up," she said shaking him by the shoulders. He moaned and turned around. Siobhan gave him another shake. "Mr. Snape, get off your lazy ass and wake up!" That certainly got his attention because he opened his eyes, managing to turn in his face into a scowl in a matter of seconds.
"What? Can't you see I'm resting," he snapped, obviously irritated by being woken up.
"I've got this wound on my stomach, and the problem is I don't know where I got it."
"Well, what do you want me to do? Kiss it better?" Siobhan frowned at this sarcastic comment. It was not funny, and Severus didn't seem to intend it to be funny.
"You can't kiss an open wound better. The problem is that I am bleeding and I can't stop it."
Severus sat up and looked at the girl more carefully. Beads of sweat trickled down her creamy skin, and her eyes showed hidden pain. He noticed that her once pale blue top was now, a horrible shade of scarlet. He swung his legs off the bed, and sat up properly to examine her wound, but as he started to gently peel of the material that had gotten stuck onto the cut, she flinched and moved his hands away.
"I have to see it, if you want me to help. It might sting a little but bear with me," Severus said, lying a bit. It was going to sting like hell but what the heck. He pulled of the rest of the material from the wound and looked at carefully. He saw traces of repaired skin along the side of the cut, but the wound itself seemed fresh. Was it attempted suicide or what?
Severus was no Healer, but he was quite surprised when none of his healing spells, potions and lotions didn't work. By this time Siobhan was weaving in and out of consciousness due to the pain. Finally, Severus could do no more than to bandage the wound and went to consult a large book that contained information on what to do with wounds such as these. Severus quickly found the it in the book.
Plaga Platefactum- This is a spell that is inflicted on the victim by a pure silver dagger, own by few wizards and witches, many of them on the Dark side. Once the dagger has pierced the skin, it leaves a scar, which can only be re-opened by the owner of the dagger. The victim usually bleeds to death, as no ordinary spell, lotion or potion can close the wound up again. The only people that can heal it successfully, are the few Qualified Healers at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
Severus closed the book and returned to his room. At least he knew what had caused the wound. Siobhan knew as well but she wasn't speaking, and she couldn't at the moment since she was unconscious. The bandages were already soaked in blood, and he changed them before wrapping her in a nearby cloak, despite the hot temperature outside, and sweeping her into his arms and towards the fireplace in the living room. Grabbing the pouch of Floo Powder hanging on a hook beside the fireplace and throwing it into the fireplace, he stepped in, still holding Siobhan in his arms, and shouting his destination, "St. Mungo's!"
The minute he and Siobhan were out of the fireplace at St. Mungo's they were greeted by a Welcome Witch, who seemed too robotic, as if she had rehearsed this over and over again.
"Welcome to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, where we strive in healing people. Is there in anyway that I can help you?" she said, giving a broad smile which revealed all her teeth, each one straight and opal white.
"My daughter has a very nasty wound, and I am wondering which floor I should take her to," Severus replied. Siobhan stirred slightly as he touched her wound, even with the bandage on.
"Oh, dear. She doesn't look well does she? Do you by any chance know what caused the wound. A bite, a knife, or something like that?"
"I believe it was caused by a dagger, the Plaga Platefactum spell, I believe."
"Ah, then you require to go to the our new sixth floor. Dark Spells and Injuries, and inquire at the reception desk. There you shall receive further help. Good day." And at that the Welcome Witch left to go and greet a distraught looking woman coming out of the next fireplace along.
Healers dressed in lime-green robes dashed around, holding clipboards, weaving in and out of visitors and patients, stopping every now and then to have a small conversation with each other. Severus could not imagine himself being a Healer even with his skill in potions, as he hated bright light, and the Hospital was brighter than white in his eyes. To his luck the lift was empty, so nobody could accidentally nudge Siobhan who was beginning to stir in his arms. To his amazement, the sixth floor was empty, apart from the odd visitor coming to see their dads and uncles. The receptionist reminded him of Professor Binn who always wore a bored look on his face.
"Welcome, how may I help you?" the receptionist asked, pushing up his glasses on his crooked nose, and examining Siobhan who looked a state. Severus explained and the receptionist nodded in agreement. "Her full name please."
"I'm not sure really. I believe it's Siobhan E. McKay."
"Ah, yes. Here we are, Siobhan Eleanor McKay, daughter of the deceased Gwendolyn Fay McKay and Severus Tom Snape. I presume that is you. She has been her before because of that wound. I shall call a Healer right over." The receptionist tapped on the table as he waited for the Healer to come. He didn't have to wait too long as minutes later a young wizard with bright green hair appeared from behind one of the doors.
"Hello, I'm Plateaus Cray and I shall be your Healer. Do come this way, Mr Snape." He led them out of the reception area, through double doors into a ward. Before he entered the ward, Severus read the sign above the door. Pythagoras McKay Ward- Dark spells inflicted wounds. Healer-in-Charge: Augustus Nimrod. Trainee Healer: Plateaus Cray.
'Great,' thought Severus, 'I'm stuck with a green-haired trainee Healer who's probably going to make mistake.'
The ward was half-full with a few empty beds nearer to the window. Severus carried Siobhan over and laid her down on the bed Cray pointed to. Siobhan made an attempt to sit up but her strength failed her and she slid back down. Severus felt sorry for her as he watched her forcing herself to sit up and being pushed down by the Healer, like a hurt animal who wants to walk but is kept down by it's family. Cray decided that it would be best if Severus sat outside for awhile whilst he patched up Siobhan. It wouldn't matter whether he was there or not since Siobhan was unconscious again and would probably stay like that until the next morning. Severus decided to go to the Visitor's Tearoom since he hadn't eaten since eight o'clock that morning, and since it was now 6 in the afternoon according to his watch, he was famished.
To his amazement he found Molly, Ron, Ginny and George Weasley, sitting around a table in the Visitor's tearoom, eating Pumpkin Pie, an amused look on their face. With them sat Harry Potter, and Alastor Moody who went with him everywhere. He walked over to them wondering what they were doing here. Molly noticed him first and stood up to greet him.
"Hello Severus. What brings you here to St. Mungo's? Not been hurt have you?" Molly asked a look of concern etched on her face.
"No, I'm perfectly fine. I was going to ask you the same question," he said avoiding the question. He didn't feel like revealing his personal life to the Weasley's, let alone Harry Potter, but there was no way he could hide it from Alastor who had the magic eye.
"Oh, we're just here on the count of Fred. One of their sweets went wrong. Instead of giving him a fever, it's set him on fire and it's going to take awhile to cool him down so we thought we'd have some tea."
"I'm just going to get some coffee and be on my way. I'm... um... visiting an old friend on the sixth floor. I'll be outside the Pythagoras McKay ward on the sixth floor if you need anything." It was obvious he was lying because never in the years Molly Weasley had known Severus Snape had he used the word 'um'.
He went over to the counter and ask for black coffee on the go, and within seconds the woman behind the counter had produced steaming hot coffee in a plastic cup. He held it carefully as he made his way through the tables towards the door and towards the Pythagoras McKay Ward, where his daughter was in a better state.
Ron turned towards Harry as Severus walked out and they gave each other amazed looks. Never of them had ever seen Severus in jeans before, or without an overdose of grease on his head.
"Was that Snape? 'Cause if that was he looks bloody different. He actually looked like a human being," Ron commented after the shock had worn off.
"Maybe he's decided to change for the best," Harry said thinking about it. Snape changeing from being the slimy git that he is was less likely than Voldemort suddenly having a change of heart and becoming good. He turned to Mrs. Weasley. "Mrs. Weasley, is Snape married?"
"No, not that I know of. Why whatever gave you that idea?" Mrs Weasley answered, her ears turning slightly red.
"Nothing. It's just that I thought I saw Snape carrying a girl in his arms, when we were at the reception area, and I thought that might be his daughter."
"Nah, The only person who would want to marry Snape is someone who works in the grease company. At least that way they both share an interest," George chipped in making everybody laugh. Not at George's sarcastic comment but at the thought of Snape having a daughter. However, Alastor didn't look to certain as his magical eye swirled upwards in the direction of Pythagoras McKay ward.
The next morning Severus woke up with a stiff neck. He must have fallen asleep in a chair outside the ward. There seemed to be commotion going on in the ward. As he opened the door he had to duck to avoid a flying bottle coming into contact with his head. Siobhan, who had thrown the bottle, seemed to be up and alive. Her vocal chords certainly were. A witch was standing next to her trying to calm her down.
"I AM NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING UNTIL I GET MY TOAST!" she bellowed at the top of her voice. The patients in the surrounding beds simply ignored her, since many of them had been there the previous week when Siobhan had thrown the same tantrum.
"You cannot eat until you have drunk your potion. There's no point in eating any way as you won't be able to keep it down until after you've drunk the potion and there won't be any left if you keep throwing it out of the door," the witch explained for the fifth time. Severus stepped in as he saw the witch was making no difference.
"Will you stop being so childish. You need the potion or your wound won't heal. Now calm yourself and drink," he said handing her the bottle containing the Blood-Replenishing potion. She had lost quite a lot of blood.
"But-," she began to argue.
"No buts. Drink or your going to be in her longer than you need to be." Siobhan took the potion and drunk it in a go. She looked as if she was going to be sick, and Severus smirked in triumph. The nurse thanked Severus and went to attend to another patient. He conjured up a chair, sat next to Siobhan, and started asking her questions.
"So, how did you get that cut? You didn't try to commit suicide did you?" Severus asked uncertain whether he should be asking at all. Siobhan rolled her eyes.
"No. If I'd wanted to commit suicide I'd have died when I had the chance, but I didn't. If you want to know ask the Healer with the bright green hair."
"I want to hear it from you. What happened, and don't give me that crap about not remembering because I know you do."
"Don't you think I've been through it long enough? I had to go through it when my mother died, and I had to go through it last night. Can't you just leave me in peace?"
"Not until you tell me what happened. I'm your father. You should be able to trust me." Siobhan snorted.
"My mother trusted you and look what happened to her. If I trust you how do I know I shan't end up like her?" Severus looked hurt but then realised she was right. Gwendolyn had trusted him and he had left her. what would he do to her?
"Just trust me O.K. I won't do anything to hurt you. All I want to know is how you got that cut."
"Death Eater. That's how I got it. I got stabbed by a Death Eater. Happy now?" She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and made to stand up but found that she felt giddy, and sat back down. She laid back down, turned away from Severus and pretended to sleep. Severus took that as a sign to stop speaking and he laid his head back and watched her slowly relax as she fell asleep.
The next few days whilst Siobhan was in hospital were pretty much the same. Dumbledore popped in everyday to see how she was doing and to see if she would give any more clues to which Death Eater had stabbed her but every time the answer was the same.
"I don't remember O.K. Just leave me ALONE!" And that would be the end of the conversation whether Dumbledore or Severus liked it or not.
After five days the wound had healed completely, and all there was left was a long red scar. Siobhan was happy to finally be able to walk around, even though she had formed a strong friendship with the green-haired Healer. She herself wanted to become Healer and had been told that all she needed was to control her temper and she'd be fine. There was no problem about her breaking patient confidentiality since she was so tight-lipped about what had happened to her. Dumbledore, of course, was there to send her off, and as usual tried to get her to remember.
"Look, Dumbledore. I don't remember. If I did then I'd tell you since I want the person who killed my mother to suffer as much as I am."
"Please try to remember. I'm not sure if you know this, but the Death Eater who killed your mother also killed the rest of your family." Siobhan nodded. She knew alright. Her mother had said it before she died.
"I'm really sorry, but questioning me everyday won't help me remember. It just makes me block it out even more. Try to understand. I'll tell you when I know." Dumbledore touched held her hand in his and squeezed it gently. He nodded to say that e understood she wanted to be left alone. Severus came back from the receptionist area, and sat down next to Siobhan.
"You ready, then? They say that if it happens again you have to tell me exactly what you saw. Apparently every time you dream about it, your wound re-opens," he said giving her shoulder a squeeze. Siobhan shrugged him off and closed her eyes as if trying to get rid of the memories. She slid of the bed and walked towards the door.
"Well are you coming or not? I'm famished and you need a good shave." Severus rubbed his chin and found it was rough from five days neglect.