The halls seemed to be more haunting than ever. Cold is seeping to my bones. It's almost as cold as it was in the shierking shack when I almost…
Severus Snape fastened his face, annoyed with himself for letting himself drift to those traitorous thoughts. But he was more annoyed that there is barely any student wandering past the curfew, and that means no taking of points and detentions.
It seemed that the students are not so keen on going out of their common rooms after curfew as it's was before. The halls seemed to be haunting. The memories to painful to be recalled. Reminding them how life used to be without the terrorizing of Voldemort.
But his eyes seemed to gleam when he heard footstep down the corridor. He walked towards the sound and caught a glimpsed of someone slipping to the unused lavatory.
Ha! Student out of bed at this time. What can I hand out? Detentions? Removal of a few house points? This student better be a Gryffindor.
I walked briskly to the door and pushed it opened. The scene was not what I expected. The princess of Gryffindor is lying on the cold stone floor. Her wrist sliced open and blood running out of it at a very alarming speed. Her eyes were still fluttering faintly.
I ran to her and felt her pulse. It was already faint. She's losing her pallor, and I started panicking.
No, Ms. Granger, stay with me. Don't go to sleep. I tapped her cheeks to wake her. When I got no response, I lifted her to my arms and almost ran to the infirmary.
The hallways seemed to be longer. She's starting to feel cold, and I forced myself to walk faster. When I finally reached the infirmary, thankfully it was free of students. I laid her to a bed and called Madam Pomfrey.
Severus, what do you need at this ungodly time? Can't it wa- Oh my goodness! What happened Severus? What happened to Ms. Granger?
It seemed that the pressure and grief has been too much for her to bear and found a rather destructive way to vent it. I found her at the empty lavatory bleeding heavily.
She started casting diagnostic spells. Shaking her head. She hurriedly went to her shelves and got a vial of blood-replenishing potion and strengthening draught.
Ms. Granger has lost too much blood. She needs to be monitored until she becomes stable. The blood-replenishing needs to be administered every 2 hours.
I will be monitoring her tonight Madam Pomfrey, if you don't mind.
No, I'll just cast a spell to remind me every 2 hours. She murmured.
I must insist madam. You're too tired to do that. You haven't rested since monitoring Ms. Jonson's dragon pox. Madam Pomfrey's age seemed to be catching up on her. Her cheeks has started so sink. She has bags under heThe final battle obviously wore her out. The horrors seemed to be etched to her consciousness. the horrors of not being able to save her patie
But Severus-
Please, I need to do this. I can't let a student of mine slip again because I failed to protect them. I promised Albus that I'll look after them.
I felt a hand pats my cheek fondly.
Of course, you do. She smiled sadly. Call me when she wakes up. She collected the empty phials and placed them in her table.
Good night Severus.
Good night madam Pomfrey. I hear her office door opened and closed.
I transfigured a slightly cushioned chair and started my vigil.
I am not really fond of my students. But Ms. Granger and her batch is a huge exception. They fought the horrors of a war at such a young age. They deserved better that to experience its horrible echoes of the war. Nightmares. Flashbacks. They had lost so much. They were never given a choice.
Ms. Granger is still pale from the loss of blood, but her pulse is stronger, which I'm thankful for.
I accioed the daily prophet I was reading in my office and proceeded to read the article.
The Boy Who Vanquished you-know-who is now officially an Auror!
By Rita Skeeter
After the great battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world, has decided to continue ridding it of the scattered death eater who has escaped the final battle.
It seemed that Mr. Potter can't get enough of his popularity that he wants to continue catching bad guys!
To read the whole article, please flip to page 5.
Rubbish! How cowardly is Skeeter. She can't even call Voldemort by his name.
Calling the dark lord his name came agonizingly hard for Severus. He has gotten used to calling him you-know-who or the dark lord. But at the given time, he finally managed to.
I flipped to the potions article, ignoring the useless story Skeeter made up. Stupid chit. Writing useless articles. Why does even the prophet hire that hag?
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