A/N: …I'm depressed. I've finished writing this on my comp. Now I feel all…lost. I'm trying to go back to Days…Geez…I didn't expect it to finish so quickly. Sure I could do a sequel…but…well nevermind. I want to see how you guys like the ending first. So, get back to you on that in about twenty-three chapters. #wanders around aimlessly#

Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognise. All HP characters and places belong to JK Rowling.

Just What I've Never Wanted

Chapter Two

He let out a groan as he roused from a deep sleep and struggled into a sitting position on his bed, still feeling dead to the world.

'Where the hell am I?' Harry looked around dully, green eyes passing over the white, curtained bed next to his.

"Finally up are you?" Madam Pomfrey bustled in with a tiny smile that she couldn't seem to hold back as she waved her wand professionally over him.

"Ma-madam…Pomfrey?" The Gryffindor asked blearily rubbing at his eyes. His eyes…Harry jerked his hands away and looked around again. "I-I can see!"

"Can you really?" The mediwitch didn't seem very interested or surprised at all. She came back with a nutrient potion for him and foisted it into his hands. "I'll give you a full look over later. I suspect you don't really need that…how do you feel?" The smile vanished as she suddenly questioned him probingly.

How did he feel? Harry looked down at himself in the flimsy hospital gown. He opened and closed his hands, curiously. He felt a bit…invigorated? But that wasn't bad. Nothing hurt, surprisingly, and considering he'd just been in a war…wait, did that mean…?

"We won?" Harry asked breathlessly, voice no more audible than a whisper. "We won!"

"Calm down. Calm down." Madam Pomfrey waved a hand dismissive, then pointed sharply to the vial in his hand. "You did succeed. Congratulations Harry. I expect you'll be hearing that a lot in times to come."

'I defeated Voldemort…' Harry clutched the potion in nerveless hands as the nurse's voice echoed in his head. 'Voldemort is dead. I'm alive. The prophecy…has been fulfilled.'

"…with you." The mediwitch narrowed her eyes at him. "Mr. Potter!"

"What?" He replied quietly, mind churning.

"Are you okay? I understand you probably feel a bit overwhelmed."

"Actually…I'm absolutely fine Madam Pomfrey. I've never felt better." Harry smiled genuinely pushing himself up off the bed. "Well, I can't keep slacking off. I suppose…I suppose, the grounds probably need cleaning up a bit. How's the rest of the school?" Another thought popped into his head. "What happened to Voldemort's body?"

"It was burnt in a magical fire in a full extermination ritual. The Ministry isn't taking any chances." The vial was finally taken from him, uncorked and forced into his mouth.

"Ohpph. Ack!" Harry swallowed and wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, apologizing wordlessly for the glob of potion that was spat onto the floor. He coughed to clear his throat. "Sorry. Did you say the Ministry was here already? The body's gone already!?"

Madam Pomfrey gave Harry a pitying look. "You've been unconscious a week Mister Potter."

"Ah…a…week!?" Harry hacked again loudly feeling like something was stuck in his gullet. He hit at his chest with a fist. "Did you say…I was unconscious for a WEEK? What…but I'm not hurt!"

"Well," The witch suddenly started to fuss with his bed sheets. "You'll have to talk to Headmaster Dumbledore about it. I've told him what I can about what seems to be affecting you but really until more time passes and we find out what we're really dealing with…"

Harry stared unblinkingly at Pomfrey. "Am I dying?"

"No…no, no. I'm not at liberty to say anything else Mr. Potter until you speak with the Headmaster." The mediwitch straightened briskly. "Make your way to the office then! The war might be over but the whole school is still recovering from the aftermath and there's much to be done you might be involved in. Oh and until further notice, you're forbidden from doing magic. Albus has your wand."

"What?!" Harry squeaked. "You said…"

"Go to the Headmaster. I can't say anymore." She summoned a robe for him to where and was ushering him out of the wing in minutes. "Straight to the office."

Harry started walking dazedly as the doors shut firmly behind him. Something was still wrong, something had to be for him to be forbidden from using magic and for Madam Pomfrey to act like that…and Professor Dumbledore knew what. Harry quickened his steps.

HPSSHPSSHPSS

Severus Snape was awake for a minute before he opened his eyes. He'd never felt like this before.

Relaxed. He felt relaxed.

Loose-limbed, painless, surety-in-his-existence relaxed. He wasn't about to be killed. He wasn't dead.

He did however feel heavy with lassitude as he tried to open his eyes and as he slowly surfaced the Potions Master berated himself for laziness. There were surely things to be done about the castle…what with the Final Battle having just occurred.

Severus was snapped into an upright position before he even finished the thought in his head.

"Pomfrey!"

The woman was immediately at his side, hands clutching an empty vial and her wand frenetically.

"What…what," The professor paused, not sure what he was asking for a moment as his mind tried to grasp the enormity. 'Potter had defeated Voldemort.' "What am I doing here?" He settled on asking curtly. "And where are my robes?"

"You've been in a magical coma for a week." Pomfrey was uncharacteristically edgy as she avoided his eyes and fidgeted with his bed sheet. "You've suffered no permanent damage from that battle and are in fact, in better health than you were before you went into it." She waved her wand and a smelly pile of formerly black rags zoomed from her office. "Your robes."

Severus looked down his nose disdainfully. "Obviously I cannot wear those." He immediately twisted to search for his wand by his bedside but before he could, the mediwitch had already conjured a set for him, his usual high-necked garment and the flowing ones he wore off his shoulders.

Severus made a noise between annoyance and thanks before spearing the witch with a low-level glare. She had locked eyes with him now and as his annoyance grew he noticed her eyes seemed glazed.

"Have you been taking something?" Black eyes narrowed suspiciously on the vial in the mediwitch's hand.

"…Huh? What? No! Of course not!" Her voice bristled with indignation but as he raised his eyes back up she looked away. "You are physically well. You may leave at any time you wish."

"I will as soon as you vacate the room so I may change." The scowling professor snapped back. He glared at her back as the witch turned on her heel and marched away into her room.

'Really. If I hadn't known Pomfrey since I was young I'd think she was on something.' Severus shook his head, climbing out of the bed to change. He had undone the back knot at his neck and slid it down his shoulders before he spotted his arm. The Dark Mark was gone.

He stopped to stare at the blank canvas of pale skin there in wonder. 'Really gone.' He turned over his hand and started to pull on his under robe before he noticed something else. 'All of them are gone…' His legs were pale cream too, black hairs finely spattered along them and not a scar in sight. A more thorough check followed that revealed he no longer had any scars. Not one whip mark along his back, childhood belt buckle scar on his side nor knife gash across his hip. Nothing.

It wasn't that he wished for the markings back. But he could not accept this. This was not normal.

"Pomfrey!" Severus finished pulling on the robe before the mediwitch came in. "What is wrong with me?! What did those imbeciles do!?"

"There's nothing physically…" Her eyes shifted away from his face, flicked away, wavered and then locked with his.

"…threstral feces." Severus stared at Pomfrey eeriely. "Tell me." His gaze intensified to a glare. "Tell me!"

"You…you are…" Smaller hands clenched and Severus frowned as the woman seemed to struggle to talk.

"For goodness sake if I'm dying just spit it out!" The short-tempered Potions professor finally snapped.

"You are-are not…hu-hu-ahn!" Pomfrey gasped for breath and tore her eyes away. "Get out of my hospital wing! Now! OUT!"

"What!?"

"OUT!!" As a fairly regular patient of the hospital wing, though no where near Potter's attendance, Severus could say he'd never seen Pomfrey in a true rage. But she had him out of the wing in less than two minutes and staring at the shut door incredulously as he clutched the robes she'd thrown at him.

"Mad. Women. The lot of them."

A/N: You know what guys...feel free to message me with ideas...this fic doesn't feel done to me really...it can't be if I'm still agonising over it...so maybe one of you can help me...