Jacob Grey
Baby
Their baby.
Was dead.
oOo
No.
The tightness in his chest felt as though his own heart had stopped beating. He barely had the strength to hold himself upright. The Nundu form fell away as he fell harshly to his knees, the pain of the blood and bruises from his abrupt meeting with the floor were sure to follow, but he paid them no heed, bracing himself with a hand on the floor lest he topple over entirely, a choked sob escaping his tightly held control, eyes burning and breaths suffocating.
The gasps he heard in the distance barely registered, nor could he bring himself to care about the fact that he'd just exposed his very carefully prized and hidden animagus form to half the school, including his boss and the Transfiguration Mistress who'd no doubt have something to say about him never sharing those details with him. It all paled in comparison to the utter soul wrecking devastation of the scene before him.
Likewise Hermione herself, the human Hermione that is, was once again before him, she was saying the boy's name over and over, calling out to him. She placed a hand on Baby's chest, rubbing his sternum as though attempting to rouse him, almost shaking him with the effort, but he remained as still as death.
She must be in shock. He thought to himself through the cloud of his misery, as she continued to rub the boy's chest and call out his name. She can't wake him, he's not sleeping, he'll never sleep again…or he'll be sleeping forever.
"Hermione -" He began , needing to call out to her, the urge inside him strong to pull them both away from this scene, drag them away somewhere they couldn't see baby's still form stretched out on the cold stone floor before them, sequester themselves somewhere they couldn't see his frozen face, so they could pretend that this was all some horrific nightmare they could eventually awake from, that their boy wasn't lying cold and dead on the floor and instead he would be returning to them soon, to read and laugh, to make potions and eat spaghetti in such a way that he ended up wearing more than he ate.
He may have been frozen to the spot by his grief , but Hermione wasn't. She leaned forward and kissed the boy on the lips, then tipped Baby's head back and began pressing on his chest, fingers of both hands laced together as she pushed rythmically.
She wasn't kissing him, she was…CPR! Of course!
The long dormant muggle half of him kicked into gear, why hadn't he thought of that? He was supposed to be a genius, but while he sat on the ground falling to pieces it was Hermmione who was jumping into action. Nerves re-alighting he practically flew over to Hermione, perhaps he had, judging by the shocked noises in the background, but none of that mattered because he was urging her aside to allow him to take over, which she did, hastily wiping her tears to clear her clouded vision.
"Imperium fulgur!" he cried, wand poised above the boy's chest and watched as his small body jumped with the power..
There were cries of shock and horror from behind the shields that Minerva and Pomona were quickly deconstructing. Though the muggleborns and most of the half bloods would understand what CPR was no doubt, there was also a good portion of the other half bloods and likely all of the pure bloods would not understand what they were trying to do, and he made a mental note to have CPR explained, if not taught to the students as a whole, for the uneducated students looking on, this would appear like desecration of his corpse at best…or dark magic at the worst, and it must be a horrifying and frightening scene for the children that didn't understand what they were trying to do. He heard some shocked crying in the back of his mind, and though he wanted to comfort the frightened students, he would have to entrust the other staff had it under control, he didn't have time to lecture now, not when Baby's life was quite literally in their hands.
Hermione pressed two fingers against the side of the boy's neck, hoping for a pulse and finding nothing she shook her head, wiping tears away with her sleeve.
"Imperium fulgur!"
He cried out again, and once more the boy's chest jumped with the shock. Though he still remained still and unmoving.
Hermione looked at him beseechingly, shaking her head again and once more and desperate now , he cast his wand to Hermione who quickly pocketed it, ripping open the boy's shirt and pulling the sleeve up on his right arm, he pressed his hand directly above the boy's sternum as he prepared for the powerful shock against the small boys heart, putting every ounce of his will and strength behind it
The air around them electrified , the ozone becoming dense around them and a metallic smell hung in the air , Hermione's hair frizzed out uncontrollably and even his own ebony locks raised like wraits with the static in the air
IMPERIUM FULGUR
Red lichtenberg scars exploded from his heart, down his arm and followed a path across the boy's chest, like a starburst from his heart, the air around them seemed to ignite and the whiteness blinded them for a moment, a metallic ringing deafening the hall and for few moments there was nothing but white noise as Severus was thrown bodily backwards and for a few moments everything went black.
His nerves were on fire, they prickled and danced as static electricity still crackled on his skin, but his muscles ached as though he'd ran a marathon. There was a metallic taste in his mouth and the feeling of blood dripping from his ear on one side, confirmed his suspicions that he'd ruptured at least one of his eardrums. When he could finally open his eyes , the most shocking thing was two little blue eyes looking up at him and the words that followed.
"Why's your hair white dad?"
