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So I have decided that YES, this is a Severitus challenge piece - I don't know how far I'm going to go with it, or what will happen. No guarantees on Harry living either - reality bites you in the ass sometimes, even in JK Rowling's world. I figure that she's going to kill both Albus and Sev in book seven, so we might as well have some fun in the meantime, no??? Thanks for the reviews, I feel really bad about those who reviewed pre-NC- 17ban - all of them were lost as a result, and I must say that REALLY hurt (
OK - and what's with Sev getting fat in the second movie??? Since when???? Rolls are not OK when one wears form-fitting robes!!!!I'm so confused!!!
The Darkest One
"ENERVATE!"
"Fuck."
*sigh*
"ENERVATE!!!!" As an afterthought, "NOW!!!"
*sigh*
"Motherfucker!"
"GODDAMNIT POTTER!!! FUCKING EVERVATE!!!!!!!"
His headache was building, his energy was severely depleting, his temper was flaring, and Bloody Potter has still not managed to utter a single word, or even to feign life. All Obscuro charms and Glamours had been removed, and yet. nothing.. Severus was beginning to seriously re-think having brought the boy into his own home in the first place.
What if, in his stubborn single-mindedness and need for atonement, had had inadvertently brought the boy here to die??? Wouldn't that be a charm??? Savior of Wizarding World dies at Suspected Death Eaters Home. He could read the headlines already.. Skeeter would have a field day. He would be dead. Along with Potter. In Purgatory. How delightful. This day could not possibly get any better. He'd gotten Harry through the night, that was true enough, but the relief Severus had felt in the first pink tinges of daybreak had been short lived.
Soon after the sun had risen and Severus had downed his first cup of black coffee, the Boy-who-Lived took a turn for the worse. The potions master had leaped to the boy's bedside the second his breathing pattern had changed, but no combination of charms, counter-curses, or attempts at getting potions down the boy's throat had any effect. If anything, Severus' efforts had managed to further distress the boy's body and his breathing had indeed stopped completely for a full minute.
Nothing Voldemorte had ever thrown at him could compare to the terror Severus felt in those moments. A breaking point, he had resorted to praying to a God he had been taught didn't exist, and charming the room to 95% oxygen saturation. He wasn't sure which one of the two activities had worked, but the boy HAD begun to breathe again. Severus was certain that without increasing the blood volume in Harry's body, his efforts would all prove futile in a short period anyway. The thought of giving the boy some of his own blood never once crossed his mind, and he had always been abysmal at healing charms.
Now that the boy was in his home, and appeared to be in such a severe state, it would be impossible to attempt to apparate him to Hogwarts or St Mungos (Imagine the scene that would be had there!). However, if the boy was simply sleeping it off, then Severus could shove some potions down his throat and hand him off to someone more capable. He was a Potions Master, and could brew any curative on the planet for any ailment other then Avada Kedavra, but they proved useless to an unconscious patient. It seemed logical, so he resorted to attempt to revive the boy, a full arsenal of vials in their tray seated neatly on the mahogany dresser beside the bed. There was something for everything - this was one of the secret stashes he kept in store for his monthly returns from unsuccessful Death Eater Meetings.
When he had first gotten Harry in, after cleaning the copious amounts of blood which had gushed on removal of the Obscuro, he had dumped a few potions into the boy's mouth and muttered a spell to force the boy to swallow. Such things were rarely effective in these circumstances, a wishful thinking if you will, and the boy's overwrought body had promptly returned most the potion back onto the covers. In doing so, the boy had begun chocking and Severus was certain he had aspirated on some of the vomit. That worry could be dealt with when, if, Harry regained consciousness.
He had anticipated the need to move quickly, and had unstoppered all the vials, event he most unlikely.. However, Potter showed no inclination to open his eyes or return to the land of living at this point. He had gasped out once or twice during the night, but it was simply the body and mind battling over life or death. So Severus would continue to be stuck with the half-dead boy ensconced in HIS bed, and hope that God was indeed responding to his ill-formulated prayers. (Dear God figure - Save the Potter boy, or they will have my head. No - Save him even if they wouldn't have my head. His dark side has piqued my interest. Grateful indeed, Severus.) 'HOW NOBLE, SEVERUS' he sneered to himself..' I wouldn't even answer my OWN prayers for Christ's sake!'
The boy made no move, no change in breathing, no flicker of the lids, nothing. he had been semi-conscious when Severus had found him, but then had collapsed. It had been a half hour to get him home, and during that time the boy had continued to bleed out. A lot. Once he had removed the Obscuro, it was like a tidal wave had hit the bed. The blood had literally pooled on his silk sheets. HE was so very, very grateful for cleaning charms. He would have vomited repeatedly if he had been required to use Muggle cleaning methods, since it had been followed not long after by the vomiting episode. If it wouldn't have clogged Severus' thinking, he would have administered an anti-nauseant potion to himself.
Reaching over and taking Harry's cool wrist in his slender hands, he held his breath slightly. Yes, it was still there - thready, weak, hard to discern.. But it was there. A body's will to survive is strong. The boy's breathing was barely noticeable - a hand on his chest was the only way to tell properly, and Snape counted the pained rise and fall of the chest. He knew exactly how much blood a Muggle could loose and still survive - Voldemort's revels often ended in such a manner, and Malfoy's revels ALWAYS ended this way - they expected Severus to keep tabs on the details - not a scientific minded one in the whole lot other than him. Even in his most analytical state, a task he did not relish.
He wondered if Wizards needed more or less blood to survive. wondered if it was documented anywhere..wondered at why he always needed such things to distract him from the real matters at hand. Wondered at volume increasing charms he had used in the past on his potions in the labs.wondered if it would work on the boy..wondered if he should try it.wondered what Pomfrey would do. went to get his wand out of his back pocket..prayed to God he was doing the right thing..noted the child's skin had gone a waxy pallor, and wondered if waiting any longer to take action would officially kill the boy..placed a hand back on the boys wrist for a pulse and couldn't find it.. Wait, there it is. too slow. he's going..No choice now, Severus old boy. Damned if you do, damned if you don't and you were damned by nature since the day you were born..
He took a deep breath, raised his wand as he bit his lip so hard it bled, and called on the powers of the universe.
"Adaugeo Sanguineus!"
So I have decided that YES, this is a Severitus challenge piece - I don't know how far I'm going to go with it, or what will happen. No guarantees on Harry living either - reality bites you in the ass sometimes, even in JK Rowling's world. I figure that she's going to kill both Albus and Sev in book seven, so we might as well have some fun in the meantime, no??? Thanks for the reviews, I feel really bad about those who reviewed pre-NC- 17ban - all of them were lost as a result, and I must say that REALLY hurt (
OK - and what's with Sev getting fat in the second movie??? Since when???? Rolls are not OK when one wears form-fitting robes!!!!I'm so confused!!!
The Darkest One
"ENERVATE!"
"Fuck."
*sigh*
"ENERVATE!!!!" As an afterthought, "NOW!!!"
*sigh*
"Motherfucker!"
"GODDAMNIT POTTER!!! FUCKING EVERVATE!!!!!!!"
His headache was building, his energy was severely depleting, his temper was flaring, and Bloody Potter has still not managed to utter a single word, or even to feign life. All Obscuro charms and Glamours had been removed, and yet. nothing.. Severus was beginning to seriously re-think having brought the boy into his own home in the first place.
What if, in his stubborn single-mindedness and need for atonement, had had inadvertently brought the boy here to die??? Wouldn't that be a charm??? Savior of Wizarding World dies at Suspected Death Eaters Home. He could read the headlines already.. Skeeter would have a field day. He would be dead. Along with Potter. In Purgatory. How delightful. This day could not possibly get any better. He'd gotten Harry through the night, that was true enough, but the relief Severus had felt in the first pink tinges of daybreak had been short lived.
Soon after the sun had risen and Severus had downed his first cup of black coffee, the Boy-who-Lived took a turn for the worse. The potions master had leaped to the boy's bedside the second his breathing pattern had changed, but no combination of charms, counter-curses, or attempts at getting potions down the boy's throat had any effect. If anything, Severus' efforts had managed to further distress the boy's body and his breathing had indeed stopped completely for a full minute.
Nothing Voldemorte had ever thrown at him could compare to the terror Severus felt in those moments. A breaking point, he had resorted to praying to a God he had been taught didn't exist, and charming the room to 95% oxygen saturation. He wasn't sure which one of the two activities had worked, but the boy HAD begun to breathe again. Severus was certain that without increasing the blood volume in Harry's body, his efforts would all prove futile in a short period anyway. The thought of giving the boy some of his own blood never once crossed his mind, and he had always been abysmal at healing charms.
Now that the boy was in his home, and appeared to be in such a severe state, it would be impossible to attempt to apparate him to Hogwarts or St Mungos (Imagine the scene that would be had there!). However, if the boy was simply sleeping it off, then Severus could shove some potions down his throat and hand him off to someone more capable. He was a Potions Master, and could brew any curative on the planet for any ailment other then Avada Kedavra, but they proved useless to an unconscious patient. It seemed logical, so he resorted to attempt to revive the boy, a full arsenal of vials in their tray seated neatly on the mahogany dresser beside the bed. There was something for everything - this was one of the secret stashes he kept in store for his monthly returns from unsuccessful Death Eater Meetings.
When he had first gotten Harry in, after cleaning the copious amounts of blood which had gushed on removal of the Obscuro, he had dumped a few potions into the boy's mouth and muttered a spell to force the boy to swallow. Such things were rarely effective in these circumstances, a wishful thinking if you will, and the boy's overwrought body had promptly returned most the potion back onto the covers. In doing so, the boy had begun chocking and Severus was certain he had aspirated on some of the vomit. That worry could be dealt with when, if, Harry regained consciousness.
He had anticipated the need to move quickly, and had unstoppered all the vials, event he most unlikely.. However, Potter showed no inclination to open his eyes or return to the land of living at this point. He had gasped out once or twice during the night, but it was simply the body and mind battling over life or death. So Severus would continue to be stuck with the half-dead boy ensconced in HIS bed, and hope that God was indeed responding to his ill-formulated prayers. (Dear God figure - Save the Potter boy, or they will have my head. No - Save him even if they wouldn't have my head. His dark side has piqued my interest. Grateful indeed, Severus.) 'HOW NOBLE, SEVERUS' he sneered to himself..' I wouldn't even answer my OWN prayers for Christ's sake!'
The boy made no move, no change in breathing, no flicker of the lids, nothing. he had been semi-conscious when Severus had found him, but then had collapsed. It had been a half hour to get him home, and during that time the boy had continued to bleed out. A lot. Once he had removed the Obscuro, it was like a tidal wave had hit the bed. The blood had literally pooled on his silk sheets. HE was so very, very grateful for cleaning charms. He would have vomited repeatedly if he had been required to use Muggle cleaning methods, since it had been followed not long after by the vomiting episode. If it wouldn't have clogged Severus' thinking, he would have administered an anti-nauseant potion to himself.
Reaching over and taking Harry's cool wrist in his slender hands, he held his breath slightly. Yes, it was still there - thready, weak, hard to discern.. But it was there. A body's will to survive is strong. The boy's breathing was barely noticeable - a hand on his chest was the only way to tell properly, and Snape counted the pained rise and fall of the chest. He knew exactly how much blood a Muggle could loose and still survive - Voldemort's revels often ended in such a manner, and Malfoy's revels ALWAYS ended this way - they expected Severus to keep tabs on the details - not a scientific minded one in the whole lot other than him. Even in his most analytical state, a task he did not relish.
He wondered if Wizards needed more or less blood to survive. wondered if it was documented anywhere..wondered at why he always needed such things to distract him from the real matters at hand. Wondered at volume increasing charms he had used in the past on his potions in the labs.wondered if it would work on the boy..wondered if he should try it.wondered what Pomfrey would do. went to get his wand out of his back pocket..prayed to God he was doing the right thing..noted the child's skin had gone a waxy pallor, and wondered if waiting any longer to take action would officially kill the boy..placed a hand back on the boys wrist for a pulse and couldn't find it.. Wait, there it is. too slow. he's going..No choice now, Severus old boy. Damned if you do, damned if you don't and you were damned by nature since the day you were born..
He took a deep breath, raised his wand as he bit his lip so hard it bled, and called on the powers of the universe.
"Adaugeo Sanguineus!"