Fighting For His Life

Disclaimer: I can dream, but it'll never happen.

A/N: So how'd y'all like that dream sequence? Scary huh? I need you to review so I can improve!

From day one Hermione had tried to impress her Potions Master. True, she was always the first hand up in all of her classes, but her hand was always the highest and fastest in his class especially. But he seemed resiliant in not aknowlaging her. For day one she'd tried to prove that she was not, as he said, one in the bunch of dunderheads he usually had to teach. But all he did was call her a know-it-all. Why did she need his approval? She didn't know.

Snape had slept for almost three days because of the potion. The thing that worried her the most was that his fever had not gone down. Dumbledore had stopped by yesterday and she'd told him what happend. He was just as worried.

On the third day he'd finally woke up. As she finished her Charms essay he started to stir. She was at his side in a blink. He opened his eyes with a moan.

"How are you feeling Professor?" she asked.

"Like Mrs Norris attacked me." he said. She was astonished, he'd made a joke! Severus Snape, the brooding Potions Master had said something funny. The look on her face was comical and Snape laughed. It was a pleasent sound, though as if he hadn't used it in a while. His laugh turned to a hacking cough.

"Shhhh Professor, relax." she said. He sat back on his pillow as she looked at him.

"I have to check the wound." she said. He let her take off the bandages and she gasped. The wound was an angry red and under the skin, there was a black tinge. Snape looked at and paled. Somehow the wound had been poisoned. Hermione pulled a book from under her cot. A Diagnostic Guide to Poisons. She flipped through it and stopped on a page. All of the color drained from her face. Snape took the book and he almost passed out.

"Oh Merlin help us!" he said.

Bella Muerte- (Beautiful Death) An extremely slow and painful poison, commonly was used in the torture of unfaithful Death Eaters during the reign of The Dark Lord. It moves slowly through the victum's body attacking the organs and causing extreme pain. A strong victum may last about a month and five days if lucky. There is an anedote but it unfortunatly takes about a month to make and by then, its too late. (see page 41 for antidote)

Hermione looked at the anedote, it didn't look too hard to make. She notice a tip at the bottom of the page.

If the victum is unconessious, the Bella Muerte will move slower through the body.

"Its been four days, I'll have to start the antidote now."she said.

"There is no way I'm going to let you put me out for a month." he said.

"Oh really, think agian, I'm going to do everything to save you whether you let me or not." she said. Snape rose an eyebrow.

"So you'd disobey your professor, because I'm not going out willingly." he said. Hermione left the room and found the potion she needed. When she came back in, he recognized it. The Draught of Living Death agian.

"No way!" he said

"You're acting like a child!" she exclaimed. He fought her. Finally she pulled out her wand. Snape had no time to react.

"Petrificus Totallis!" she said. Snape couldn't move, he glared at her.

"Sorry Professor, this has to be done." she said, pouring it down his throat. Seconds later he was unconessious once agian. She sighed, she hadn't wanted to do that but she had no choice. Snape would kill her, she knew it. She looked back at the book. She realized she'd need an assistant. She knew exactly who she'd need.

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"Please Ginny." she pleaded.

"Why Hermione, I'll miss class." Ginny said.

"All your homework will be brought down, I've already cleared it with Dumbledore." Hermione said.

"But..." Ginny said. She was cut off.

"Here I'll show you." she led Ginny to Snape's room. When Ginny saw him, she felt bad. There was no color in his face at all now and sweat covered his body as he shivered under the pile of blankets.

"Oh Merlin!" Ginny said. "Ok Hermione, I'll help you."

"Thank you we need to start, he doesn't have long." Hermione said, looking at him sadly. She hated to see him like this.