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Part 4
Severus Snape stood in his potions lab at Hogwarts working on the potion for Minerva. He had been there for almost three hours now and was growing tired of the tedious task that lay ahead of him nearly three more days.
Potion making was indeed a tedious task. One had to pay attention to every detail and not miss a thing. Severus was having a hard time paying attention. His stomach swirled with worry and torment.
Minerva was one of the few people who he genuinely liked and cared about. She was one of his few friends. The thought of losing her made him want to die. Although the affliction that she had wasn't usually fatal, nevertheless, she was old, and something like this could kill her.
How did she come to be in this condition anyways?, he thought. It could have been any incident. As a former Death Eater, he knew that evil lurked everywhere, as much as people tried to deny it. Not just Voldemort and his cronies, but spirits that lurked in nooks and crannies. Severus suspected that Minerva probably didn't notice a thing when it actually occurred. Maybe she got a chill and passed it off has silliness on her part.
He would be sure to tell her how to avoid this sort of thing in the future—he had a number of protective potions and body-guarding wards that could be placed.
Not only did the thought of losing Minerva upset Severus, the thought of her in pain hurt. He remembered that horrifying moment when he had awoken to her screams, bursting into her room only to find Sirius on top of her, holding her down. She had such a look of terror in her eyes and was struggling so feverishly against him, Severus was sure he was trying to—he shut his yes tightly at the thought—violate her.
Of course, that was not the case, Sirius was only trying to help her, and Severus later realized, regretfully, because Black wasn't his favorite friend, that Sirius cared about her too and would never harm her.
Severus wished that he was back at Grimauld Place right now, a place he usually never wanted to be. He wanted to be there to watch over Minerva and protect her, instead of being here, away from her. For all he knew, this demon could come back and attack her, it wasn't unheard of. He needed to be there, he was the expert in dark arts after all.
But he was here, stuck in the cold Dungeon. He did keep reminding himself that he was brewing a potion that would make her better. He sighed and closed his eyes.
Severus, being the expert in entering one's mind and thoughts, assumed that Minerva would never hear his attempts to enter her mind, but that didn't matter that much at the moment.
I'm with you, Minerva. I doubt you can hear me, but I'm with you. Just hold on.
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