Stairs are uncomfortable.
That is what Severus had decided as he lay there staring at the ceiling. The Granger brat had left him there, "Since you think you can do it why don't you pick yourself up and haul your arse to the shower? Not like I'm your designated healer." She then walked off and started banging around in the basement. Naturally Severus presumed she was cackling around and burning an effigy of him while painting the walls Putrid Pink (the name was conjured while Miss Umbridge had been at the school).
After about an hour he was starting to grow concerned, not that he would care about the bint since she was just an annoying know-it-all and the bane of his world. But she had been suspiciously quiet for the last half-hour or so. The house was dingy and dark and gloomy-doomy (as Lily had called it) and he would have burned it down with him in it if his magic reserves weren't so depleted.
Then he heard it. Chattering. Like he had heard Granger and Poppy doing the night he was saved.
"We can't leave him like this, they will find him and kill him," the matron had said softly. Arguing with the younger girl was something she didn't have time for. While they had gotten control of the bleeding, Severus was still dying on the dirty floor although at this point that seemed like the least of their worries.
Hermione sighed. 'Wait when did you think of her as Hermione," his brain asked himself. 'Insufferable brat couldn't let me die in peace. Was that really so difficu-' "He killed Dumbledore!" His thoughts were caught off-guard by that pronouncement. That reminder was more painful than the wounds he was suffering from, it was something he had been made to do, how could the chit think that he wanted to do that?
"Miss Gran- Hermione, he did that at the order of Albus. You saw the memories and heard what Mr. Potter had said." Severus groaned, the Potter boy showed the whole world the memories he had bestowed? 'Yep. Time to die. Jump the ship. Go into the light. See the face of Hades. See the face of the Dark Lord and punch him in his non-existent nose just to die again. Not going to live in a world where dunderheads knew you are capable of love and think you prance around with rainbow bunnies and wear pink frilly panties.'
The argument above him had stopped and both women were staring down at him. "Poppy," when in the world had his voice gotten all scratchy? Merlin's hairy back, dying was supposed to be dignified. "Just be a love and snuff me already," Severus said. Poppy sighed and smiled, 'oh bloody hell she is going to save me isn't she...'
The thumping on the stairs had brought him back from the past and he froze when he saw what Nanny Granger had brought up from the basement. He had forgotten all about that. Oh this wasn't going to be good.
"Severus Snape! What the bloody hell have you been up to?" His mother shrieked. "And why have you been so nasty to this wonderful girl who had to save your life? And why exactly did your life need saving?"
He groaned.