Authors note: Hey my bros, sorry for the super long wait. I seem to have caught Senioritis, and this is my last week! Bluh, awful timing. That and, well, I sEeM tO hAvE fOuNd An AmAzInG wEb CoMiC. IT HAS CAPTIVATED MY ATTENTION. Well, that's what it seems like bros. HONK. Also, it has been brought to my attention that Dobby is not free at this point, but does know Harry. So that will be fixed shortly after I finish and post this chapter. By the way, let me know if I got my chemistry right, it's been a couple years so it's a bit fuzzy.
Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine.
All The Queens Men
Severus Snape had just finished grading horribly written essays from the Second years and was in the middle of a nice, big, luxurious stretch. His peace was, of course, disturbed with a frantic house-elf popping into his quarters. "Master Snape, come quickly! Dragon Nurse is insisting that she be needing yous! A student has been attacked!" the little creature cried, its huge eyes were frightened and the spindly fingers were anxiously twisting the towel it was wearing. Severus leaped into action, grabbing a large bag and grabbing the offered hand for transport. The professor was in a forced state of calm, Occulumency keeping his emotions in check as he ignored the tearful elf in favor of rushing to the side of Pomfrey as soon as the Hospital wing materialized. The wound was bad, the ribs of the student were pushed out and his organs seemed to have been partially eaten and regrown from the looks of the scar tissue and still missing pieces of their lungs. A light pink was hovering over the student's body, coaxing their dark green magic to focus on healing the massive wound, Poppy's wand conducting the whole mess.
Severus refused to acknowledge who it was on the bed, pouring potions down his throat and on the wound. He watched grimly as the potions started seeping out of a hole in the boy's esophagus, mixing with the watery ones meant to encourage cell duplication. A quick flick from the nurse's wand had the hole healed, red with irritation. Severus pulled his own wand out, conducting his dark grey magic to help fix the bent and shattered ribcage. The pair worked for hours before the last of the skin was regrown, however thinly, over the now fixed ribs. Both of the adults slumped to the ground tiredly, the stress and fatigue from the situation taking its toll. "Poppy," Severus called, "how did Potter receive that hole in his chest? I thought he was to be in here out of harm's way, while Dumbledore contacted the Ministry about that creature?"
Poppy tiredly allowed her head to prop itself against the mattress," He was in here, at least, as far as I knew he never left."
"Then how did he-"Severus began.
"I thought he never left, until he appeared in my Infirmary with that gaping hole in chest." The nurse cut in tiredly. "Never in my years of healing have I ever seen something quite like that. When I scanned him I thought I detected an abnormality in his chest, but dismissed it as some sort of broken rib that I could heal once the thing let go of his face. When I scanned him after the thing was dead and gone, the mass was seemingly gone, his magic was peaceful. He must have snuck out when the sleeping spell I cast wore off. That boy is a trouble magnet I swear." Severus cocked an eyebrow at her half muttered ending before delving into contemplation on what could have done this. His train of thought was jarred by Poppy continuing, "At least we didn't have to touch his blood, from the scan that I was running during the healing process, his blood was turning into a very strong base solution. If I remember what I was told, then the basic solution is more likely to eat through things like metal or stone rather than fat stores. Still, it's extremely dangerous to touch either way."
Severus stared, "Poppy, you must be very tired if you are rambling like that. Perhaps you should retire for the night? I will place a monitoring charm on him and sleep here to keep an eye on him." She glared at the sallow man before reluctantly nodding, heaving herself to her feet with a groan. She offered her hand to the man and he gladly accepted the help up from the floor, "I'm getting too old for this." He grumbled.
Mrs. Norris hisses in fear, sprinting away from the strange thing that smells of –deathmagicterrorpredator-. She refuses to lead it to her beloved owner though, and yowls her warnings of danger as she makes for the Forbidden Forest. She may die in there, but hopefully the thing will too. She smells her humans panic at her cries, his fear for his beloved familiar making its way to her, and she feels happy knowing that he loved her so. Mrs. Norris had led the creature into a more abandoned area of the castle and she knew she could not outrun it. A low menacing hiss sounds from above her and a horrible pain makes itself known in her belly. The young creature had skewered the cat with its tail, and watched as she bled to death. She sent a feeling of farewell to her squib familiar before everything went black.