A/N
Not mine; they belong to the genius that is JK Rowling!
To Andi, Your wish is my command!
To Monketprobs, this chapter will be longer, I promise.
To Lumy, you're ragging on my name? At least when I review, I have the backbone to put my email to my comments. I am not simple! Oh, and, in case you're wondering, I don't own Harry Potter. There is a reason this is Fan Fiction! Plus, get a spell checker!
Sorry about that, but I've been looking forward to my first flame with evil anticipation.
Chapter Three - The tears that fall
The morning of December the 24th dawned cold, though there was nothing colder that Albus Dumbledore's heart, as he saw the 'present' Voldemort had left by the gates to Hogwarts.
A bundle of rags, barely concealing a body that was so thin, it looked cadaverous. Every inch of exposed flesh was blistered and burned. The man's ribs stuck out alarmingly from his chest, and an arm was bent at a very alarming angle.
Tears leaking from his cerulean eyes, he picked it up, worried at its apparent lack of substance, as it seemed as light as a feather, and started the journey to the Hospital Wing. Once inside the warm building, he took off at a dead sprint, passing several bemused looking teachers, who, bar none, broke down at the sight of his burden. Only when inside the hospital wing did he release his feverish hold on the body.
As Pomfrey ran over, desperate to revive him, the face was exposed.
It wasn't Severus' face. The man had pale skin, true, as well as high cheekbones, but his nose was small and straight. Finally, as his eyes fluttered open, they could see a pair of very familiar grey orbs staring at them in confusion. The man groaned, and turned over, desperately seeking warmth, only to be met with Dumbledore's wand at his throat.
"Who are you," he growled, menacingly. If possible, the man looked even more confused for a second, before a look of sudden comprehension dawned on his features.
"It's me, Severus, but… I'm not at the same time."
"Explain?" Dumbledore said, icily.
"I was born a Black. My full name is Casanova Romeo Black. Hey" he complained, as Pomfrey cracked up laughing, "it's not my fault my mother was a Psycho-maniac!
"Severus… or, whatever you wish to be called, how did this happen? Does your brother know?"
"Which one, Siri, or Reg?"
"Severus… Regulus is dead, has been for about seventeen years…"
"He's not though… he's alive, the dungeon beneath the manor… he looks like a skeleton…"
"Severus, you yourself are not in much better condition… how did you even get out alive?"
"Bellatrix… she saved my life… she created a Portkey… got me out…"
With a thump, Severus hit the bed, unconscious once more, even as Poppy and Albus exchanged glances and Albus ran out of the room.