"Albus!" Minerva McGonnagal shrieked, "Hagrid! Get Siphronia to Mungos...NOW!!!"
Everyone was shook up, eyes following the nearly lifeless body being carried away. This was the start of a cold year.
"Make sure no one hears of this, cover it up, tell the parents that this was just a mistake, things are going to be alright."
Albus comforted Minerva, who was most panicked of them all, Siphronia was a great asset to the school and a great great friend to all.
Severus, still mad, still holding a grudge, saw hagrid from afar. He watched him rush closer and closer, almost running, then...thats when he saw...her.
"What is the meaning of this?!?! What did you do to her?!?!" Severus ran next to him, eyes wide open and feeling as if he could just pass out.
"'ore like wha' she did to 'erself. Now get outta my way, Severus."
"where are you taking her? I could fix her!"
"She is not broken Professor, she's dead."
Dead...The word echoed through his cobbwebbed mind, this is the end. He watched Hagrid fade away into the shadows, even followed him out to the castle entrance, and watched him take off into flight.
Dead. She can't be dead. I didn't do this to her. She did it to herself. She will be okay...Nothing to worry about. Sweating, feeling tears start to attack him. He was stronger than this, he knew she was going to be alright.
-----4 months later------
"You may see her now, Professor. Two halls down, take a right, 7th door, room number 44."
Nodding his head, Snape ran as fast as he could, knocking people down in his way, sneering at them, making his anxious tears seem like he just got sweat in his eyes. Atlast.
"Siphronia!!!!" He fell to his knees beside her bed.
She was still in a weakened state, Siphronia fraily turned her head to face his eyes, only to see his own weakness.
"You foul, foul, dirty git." She spit at him.
Snape sighed relievingly, feeling her cold hand carress his face.
"I hate you."
'I hate you too my love."
"I hate you to death.."
"I'm just glad that you're back from your trip to hell."
"You are my hell..." Siphronia closed her eyes and took a sharp breath, "But you are my heaven."
Snape rose and sat upon her bedside, leaning down and resting his head on her chest.
"Don't think you're going to be forgiven so easily...Nor do I think I should take you back."
Snape fought the pain even worse, still, he refused to show it, "I have fought...so hard." his voice started to shake, "To keep this pain hidden for the past few months since I drove you to extremes...This hopelessness never ceased to break me down...It never ceased to taunt me in the middle of the nights, the cold and empty meaningless nights I spent with myself. Not having the choice of having my morbid angel beside me. I...I...I can't seem to shake this off..."
"Are you apologizing?" she tried to hide her smile as she watched Albus, Minerva, and students slowly silently enter her private room.
Snape grunted and looked up and her chin, "I..I am sorry." He sobbed into her flesh, the aroma of her skin filled his senses and he let it out.
But-- This moment was broken as applause rose as more and more entered the room.
Anger filled him once again, Snape bit Siphronia, causing her to grab him by the hair and yank on it. Just like old times.