A/N: Hey, I'm sorry for not updating for days despite all of you giving me requests. My friend gave me a sore throat last Friday and I've gotten steadily worse since then. I've missed this entire week of school because I've been so sick. I'll be going tomorrow as I'm finally better but I couldn't do anything while I was sick. I tried writing and I wrote a sentence only because I felt nauseous. It was horrible. So, I'm finally better and can finally start writing everything again and catch up on things. :] So, here is the first post since the day I got sick.

This is in response to a request from Anon who wanted to see Severus' awakening. Enjoy.

Warnings: Drama. Mentions of violence. Angst. :P

Awakening

The lids slowly pulled back, revealing dull and pained black eyes that had been hidden from the world for days. They blinked several times to become accustomed to the light and the surrounding whiteness.

White…was he dead? It was entirely possible. He clearly remembered his throat being all but ripped out by that bloody snake. He remembered giving his memories to Harry…

Harry.

He tried to speak but found his throat on fire and was unable to.

"He's awake! He's awake!" he heard someone exclaim and winced slightly at the loud voice. His eyes roamed, trying to find the person.

"Who's awake?" he heard another voice but he recognized this one. It was Madam Pomfrey. He was in the hospital wing at Hogwarts.

"Severus," the other person said and he heard two people rush over to his bed.

"Severus?" he heard Pomfrey say and he slid his eyes over her. "Oh, thank Merlin," she breathed out. He took his time examining her. Her hair was beyond messy and appeared to be matted. Her face was dirty and had dried blood on it. She had dark black circles under her eyes and her eyes were red as though she had been crying recently.

He opened his mouth to speak again but couldn't.

"Don't try to talk, Severus," Pomfrey said. "You are re-growing your vocal cords. You will not be able to speak for quite some time. Can you use your hands?"

He found himself making clenched fists and raising his hands up and down albeit slowly.

"Very well. You can use a pen and notepad to communicate until you can speak," Pomfrey said, handing him the two Muggle items.

Once in his hands, he immediately began writing the only question in his mind, the only worry in his mind. He handed the notepad to Pomfrey who read the question and he saw the immense sadness enter her eyes before she even looked at him.

Where is Harry?

Had Harry…died? Merlin, he hoped not. He wasn't sure he would ever live a semblance of happiness if Harry was dead. The young man meant everything to him.

"Severus, no one knows where he is," Pomfrey said. "He…disappeared after bringing you to the hospital wing after defeating Voldemort."

He took the notepad back.

Is he alive?

"Harry or Voldemort?" Pomfrey asked.

Both.

"Voldemort, no. Harry succeeded. Voldemort is gone forever. When you're better, you'll notice that your Dark Mark is very faint, hardly noticeable anymore. As for Harry, he was injured and probably needed some medical care when I last saw him, but he was alive. He didn't say anything when he brought you here. He just laid you down, placed a hand on your cheek, and then left. No one's seen him since. No one knows where he is," Pomfrey said.

What about Granger and Weasley? Wouldn't they know?

"We've asked. They refuse to talk about him. Something happened that no one knows about," Pomfrey said. "I'm sure Harry's fine and will come back. He was always beating the odds."

He didn't respond and let the notepad and pen fall on his lap. Yes, Voldemort was gone and the war was over. He was overly pleased about that. He was free. But he wouldn't be happy because Harry was gone too and he had no idea where his best friend was or if he would ever be back.

He closed his eyes against the out of character tears that came to his eyes and feigned going back to sleep. He needed to be alone to think about this…to think about Harry. He heard Pomfrey and the other person leave once they believed him to be asleep.

When they were gone, he allowed the tears to leave his eyes and he unconsciously wrote one last sentence on the notepad.

Please come back, Harry.