Chapter number three! Am I good or what?

Anyway, this is it! This is the chapter where Dray finds out where Sev's instructions has led them! Aren't you excited?

(The disclaimer is still in chappie one. No point in looking for it here.)

Now, read!

They appeared on a (obvious muggle) street. The early morning light made the whole scene look peaceful. Well, not the whole scene. The two heavily wounded men put a damper on the whole 'perfect setting'.

Draco Malfoy looked around frantically. When his Godfather had said muggle he had expected... Well, at least something a little less muggle. But he didn't dwell on the thought. Severus needed help, and he needed it at once.

The blonde looked around. Severus had said number four. Eight...six...four

As fast as he managed, what with himself bleeding quite a lot and carrying the entire weight of his Godfather, Draco stumbled to the door of number four. He hesitated only a minute before he raised his hand, and knocked. Let's just hope Uncle Sev was right.

Footsteps came from inside the house. Whomever that was inside seemed to hesitate a minute before they opened the door. But then the door was yanked open and Draco found himself face to face with an emerald eyed boy.

"What the hell?"

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"What the hell?"

Couldn't agree more, Harry Potter thought.

"Malfoy?" the Gryffindor said confused. Then he noticed that the blond were carrying another man with him. "And... Severus!"

That seemed to shake the young Malfoy out of his initial shock. His face changed from confused to a mix between worried and determined.

"Uncle Sev said we would be safe here, Potter. I don't think he was thinking clearly when he suggested it, but right now we have no other place to go. Either you help him, or he dies."

All this was said in a deadly calm voice, never betraying the concern the young Death Eater-wannabe's face displayed. Harry didn't hesitate. He turned on his heel and stalked back into the house, shouting over his shoulder:

"Up the staires, second bedroom on the left. I'll be right there."

The young hero didn't look behind him to see if Malfoy followed his orders or not. Instead he went through the kitchen down to the basement. He had set up a mini-potions lab down there, as he himself often needed calming and healing draughts after his visions. The Boy-Who-Never-Did-Good-In-Potions-Class had actually managed to teach himself how to brew the basic medical potions.

Quickly Harry grabbed five mild calming draughts, some skele-grow, quite a few different healing potions and a few vials of a potion Severus had given him before... Now is not the time, Potter! The last potion would help lessen the aftereffects of the Crusiatus curse. And it was obvious the ex-Death Eater had been under that particular Unforgivable a lot lately.

Racing up the two sets of stairs and into the master bedroom where Harry had told Malfoy to put Severus, the Chosen One took in the sight before him.

Severus Snape was balancing delicately between life and death, that much was plain to see. The extent of his damages was a sight that almost quelched Harry's spirits before he even started to try to heal the Head of Slytherin House. An arm, three fingers, both legs and probably a lot of ribs were broken. There were deep gashes all over his chest and stomach. The Slytherin's large nose was broken in two places, and a small dripple of blood ran from his mouth, indicating severe inner bleedings. Please, God, let me be able to help him.

Harry suddenly kicked into action. He poured a vial of anti-Crucio potion (as Harry had come to call it) down the older mans troath, followed by a series of different healing draughts. Then he started to remove Severus' clothing. "Make yourself useful, Malfoy. Help me undress him, but be careful. Try not to disturb the wounds on his chest and stomach too much. The last thing we need is for him to lose more blood."

Malfoy complied emediately, but Harry hadn't time to be surprised. He needed to focus on getting Severus healed up. That was all that mattered then and there. The rest could come later.

Together the two boys managed to strip the DADA Professor completely in a matter of minutes. The damage was even greater that Harry first had believed.

"Damn! Do you know any good healing spells, Malfoy?" The Boy-Who-Lived didn't even look up at the Slytherin he aimed his question at. He was too busy trying to remember where Aunt Petunia kept the first-aid kit.

"Not really," Malfoy answered. His voice was raw, as if he had screamed a lot lately. "But I know a spell that will keep the wounds from getting infected."

"Then do it. Afterwords you can give him a bit skele-grow. I'll be right back," was Harry's reply as he left the room.

Running down to the kitchen again, Harry began searching every cupboard for the first-aid kit. There!

With the new tool he made his way upstairs again. As quickly as he could he opened the kit and pulled out several bandages. Trusting Malfoy had done the spell Harry started to wrap the white cloth around Severus' chest. The blood seeped right through the first layers of the bandage, but eventually the flow seemed to stem. That out of the way, the Chosen One finally took out his wand and started to mend the broken bones. The skele-grow would only tend to Severus' ribs, so the rest of him still needed healing. Working his way from fingertips to toes, Harry finally collapsed into a chair that stood next to the bed with a last:

"Infractus nullus magis"

After wrapping a blanket around Severus, Draco Malfoy seated himself on a chair on the opposite side of the bed as Harry. Silver eyes regarded him carefully for a moment before the Slytherin asked: "What happens now?"

"Now... Now we wait."

My appologies for the cliche ending. Just bear with me, will ya'?

Infractus nullus magis means broken no more, and is a rough translation from latin.

I'll try to update soon, but school comes first, so... Within the next fourteen days, promise!