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Words used: Sana, Vita , Hunc Virum– Latin- life, heal this man
Anima Mea, Parti -latin- Soul Divide
Red, so much red, the liquid covered the floor. Pale skin was covered in the color. It's on my shoes. Wait, I'm standing in it. I can't move. Harrys hands are colored in the red liquid. This isn't happening. I blink, and look at my feet. So much red. I bend down and touch the red liquid. It's warm, and kind of sticky. My eyes widen. Wait, it's not just liquid. Blood. Its blood! My eyes snap back up and connect with Harrys green eyes. It's like some invisible force shoves me forward.
"Move! Harry move!" I yell as I fly towards harry and the body laying against the wall. Harry jumps out of my way as I land hard on my knees my wand immediately begins waving along the deep wound upon the body in front of me. "I'll take care of him! You have to go harry! Ron go with him!" I scream at the two prone figures behind me.
"But. what. I.." harry stumbles over his words, reaching towards me.
I turn and glare at my best friend," harry take those memories to the headmasters office now! We don't have time to stand around! Ron! Take him now!" I yell waving my free hand at them. "NOW!"
The boys spring into action and take off, not looking back at me.
I turn back towards the body. A ragged breath escapes through my cracked lips, "don't worry professor. I won't let you die." I know I shouldn't care; he killed the headmaster. But I've known for a long time, he wasn't as nasty as everyone thought he was. I never believed it." don't you go anywhere sir!" I half yell half whisper at the man.
Professor snape lays unmoving half propped up against the wall. He already looks dead. I continue my wand movements. Repeating the healing incantation I learned, Sana, Vita, Hunc Virum. My hand shakes as I continue my wand movements. I can see his skin slowly knit back together. "Too slow. Too slow!" panic begins to set in. My spell isn't fast enough. Hes losing to much blood. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? My brain is flying through books, reading all the healing books I've ever read. Nagini...she's venomous!
"I don't have the anti-venom!" I continue my wand movements and my spell as I panic. "Wait, its professor snape! Hes always prepared!" I began to frantically pat the poor my down with my one free hand. "Shit! He doesn't have anything!"
I sag against the floor board my leg slipping in the blood pooling around me. I have no blood replenishing potion, no dittany, and my spell isn't working fast enough! There's got to be something! Something I...
I freeze. There's only one spell that can save him. I look at the man in front of me and swallow a lump of fear. "Are you worth the cost? Can I really do this? Or am I capable of standing up, walking away and letting you die?" I already know the answer, no. I'm not capable of that. Tears form in my eyes. "I guess I know the answer," I sigh," you're going to hate me for this."
I look next to professor snape, his wand lays just barley grazing his fingertips. I reach down and place the wand in his hand. I look up towards his quickly paling face. I can do this. "I hope your worth it."
I lean up on my knees and bring one leg across his and settle myself gently on his lap. 'God this is so weird!' I mentally scream at myself, 'damn it Hermione pay attention!' I yell at myself.
I reach down and unbutton the top of his coat exposing his pale white chest. Swallowing a lump of anxiety, I bring my hand to my shirt and rip it open a bit exposing my tan skin. I take my wand and slice my palm open hissing at the pain I clench and unclench my hand until I have pool of blood in my hand. I take my hand and place it against the professor's cold chest. Swallowing the nerves, I grab his hand and slice his palm, cursing as I watch his blood ever so slowly pool.
" Hes running out of blood! I got to hurry!" once I deem there's enough blood in his palm, I sloppily place his hand on my chest. 'Ok that's over next part. I lean over him and place my forehead against his. I reach down and bring his limp hand up and press the tip of his wand against the center of my chest. I breathe in a deep shuddering breath as I place my wand in the center of his chest." here it goes... Anima Mea Parti!"
It hurts! It hurts so much! I open my mouth in a silent scream as white-hot agony splits into my chest. I throw my head back, A whine slipping past my open mouth as pictures flit across my vision. A boy in a closet, a crying woman, that same boy crying as screams are heard, black eyes, broken bones, bodies hovering over a form, green eyes, black eyes, a man falling to his knees, a doe, tears, shattered glass, a coffin, screams so many screams! I fall forward as a memory of whip comes barreling forward smashing into my head, I feel my back rip open, I feel my chest burn. God, it burns! I'm dying I'm dying! I collapse against the professor as I succumb to the pain. Blackness is all I see.
