Change The Fate: The Fallen Angel Arise
By TheUndefeatable
Disclaimer: I own everything, and pigs fly!
Rate: Rated T just to be safe
Summary: There is always a light in the middle of darkness, you just must be brave enough to see it and to embrace it! Then, you will see that you don't need to take the burden all by yourself; you see that you are not alone. A sequel to 'Face The World Alone: Tale Of A Fallen Angel'
Warning: Mention of child abuse and attempt suicide, some violence and bloodshed in later chapters, but not any thing explicit! Don't like it, don't read it!
A/N: I'm sorry for my irregular updating; I'm busy and a little lazy! Motivate me to update faster by reviewing! *Smirk* I want to thank everyone who read, reviewed, favorited, and alerted this story. An especial thanks to Alethea27 for her help.
Edited April 2019.
Chapter 3: Complications
After headmaster's exit, the healing chambers become silent except a sound of clinking vials. James was brought out of his thoughts by Professor McGonagall's voice. "What is it?"
"He's stopped fighting my spells and potions." Matron said worryingly.
"Oh, Thank Merlin! Now you can heal him." There was a moment of silence. "Poppy, it is a good sign, isn't it? If so then why do you seem even more worried?"
"I don't know why he stopped; It it could be a sign that he has went too far and doesn't even have the will to fight me anymore. In that case I don't think I can do anything more for him!"
"Let's try to save him now. If that isn't the case then we are wasting precious time worrying for naught and we may even really lose him while we could use that time to save him!"
"Yes …yes, you are right!"
After that they worked in complete silence. The only noises that could be heard were the sounds of shuffling feet and clicking of vials against one another.
James didn't know what to think anymore. He didn't know what to make of his archenemy's condition; didn't know what to feel about the other boy's possible death. Should he be happy? Was what he said last term about the problem being Snape's existence true? Did he really wish the death of another person?
He knew as a matter of fact, he would miss the best victim of their pranks and would be sad that he is dead and they can't pull more pranks on him, but was that the extent of his feeling for the Snape boy? A teenager his age, a classmate, a human! 'He is Snape for Merlin's sake! Why should I feel anything else?' He didn't know anymore whether he really feels no sympathy for Snape or he does feel sympathy, but is in denial!
"He is stable for now," said Madam Pomfrey.
"Poppy, will he make a full recovery?"
"I don't know. He will have to wake up for me to be able to tell how much damage he sustained. However, even in the case that he wakes up and has no permanent damage; I'm afraid there still will be some complications in regards to his recovery."
"Complications? What sort of complications?"
"Can you call Albus, while I clean up here? I prefer to explain it once and he will have to be informed. Wait in my office when you came back. I'll come shortly."
"OK, are you sure you don't want my help here?"
"No, but thank you, Minerva"
There was sound of footsteps moving away and after that, there was just sound of rustling sheets and vials clicking. After few minutes there was complete silence and then there was whispering. James strained his ears to hear what is being said and just understood the last part.
"...rest well, Severus, we've got you."
After that James heard the sound of Matron's footsteps moving away from the bed, of curtains being closed, and her footsteps quickly fading as Madam Pomfrey went towards her office. James was irritated.
He wanted to know about the complications of Snape's recovery and to hear the adults discussing it; it was just curiosity or so he told himself.
There was another reason that he didn't wanted the adults to move to the nurse's office; it meant that he would be left alone with his conflicting emotions and disordered thoughts which he didn't like at all. It was then that James knew for sure he wasn't going to get any sleep that night. He lay in his bed quietly and listened to the soft and shallow breathing of the boy behind the curtain. The dam of his thoughts broke and he spent the rest of the night in a storm of swirling emotions.
~oOo~
When Minerva came out of floo network in nurse's office, she found Albus and Poppy seated, sipping tea with a dish of biscuit on the table between them. She joined them and soon had a cup in her hand. After several minutes of companionable silence, Albus put his tea cup down and cleared his throat.
"Minerva said there are some complications in regard to Severus' condition."
Poppy sighed. "Yes ...first, there is the possibility that Severus may never wake up. He has had several concussions and though I didn't find any bleeding in his brain, it doesn't mean that there is no damage. I gave him some basic healing potions for possible damage to brain, but if the damage exceeds some limitation, they won't healed by a basic potion. In these cases the details of ailment should be determined which as it is brain we are speaking is hard or even impossible. After that the symptoms should be analyzed, so a cure could be found. The number of cases that a cure was found and worked can be counted with one hand. Also there is the matter of his spine; it was damaged and though I managed to heal it completely; I don't know if the damage to his nerves has been healed. For all I know he could be paralyzed from waist down."
"So what you are trying to say is that the chance of Severus healing is low?" Minerva asked.
"No, I'm saying the chance of Severus making a full recovery is almost zero; that even if Severus has no lasting nerve damage in his brain or spine, he'll have other permanent damage. After all these years the abuse has taken its toll on his immune system so he'll have a weaker immune system in comparison to others. In addition his body is malnourished, his muscles are weak from lack of food and activity these past months, and he is going to have problem with keeping down anything. And all of these are beside the mental state he is going to be after three months in that hell!"
"This means that …"
"This means that we are facing a problem! Severus is going to need help for his daily routines as his body is weak and he also need lots of therapy and support from an adult he trusts as he is the kind of boy who won't accept help from anyone. The only adult he trusted was his mother who is dead! Who is going to take care of him? I personally don't have a problem with taking care of him, but I don't think he will let me to do it. Also, I don't think he would like to stay in Hospital Wing where students can see him in this situation. There might also be some problem with the Ministry about keeping him here; umm ...actually now that I think about it, with his condition the Ministry is going to leave him in a hospital and when he's finished his therapy, he'll be placed in an orphanage as he doesn't have a magical guardian anymore."
"More like leaving him in an orphanage in first place!" Minerva muttered grimly.
Dumbledore sighed and after several moments of silence said "We have time and we'll think of something."
~oOo~
The second morning since the whole 'Snape incident' as James had started to call it in his mind; James got permission from Madam Pomfrey to leave Hospital Wing. He put his clothes on and put the hospital gown on the bed. Before going out of the Infirmary, he made his way toward the opening in curtains around the next bed. He took a look at Madam Pomfrey's office and made sure that she is busy then slowly pushed the curtain aside and went inside.
He was tired; he hadn't slept last night or the night before. The first night they brought Snape in, he couldn't sleep even after Madam Pomfrey announced Snape stable and McGonagall went to inform the Headmaster. He couldn't put the thought of Snape out of his mind. He was in conflict with himself and it caused sleep to elude him. The next morning and night wasn't any different. He spent them in a daze. He could hardly remember a word of what his friends said during their visit the day before.
The problem was that he didn't know what to think; he still thought Snape was a nasty, greasy git. Some of the pranks he played on them were really bad. However, he was thinking now that perhaps the way they treated him wasn't very good either. Not that he hadn't deserved it, but if what Dumbledore said about him not getting along with other Slytherins then ...well, he didn't know what to think anymore. Perhaps that was the reason he was standing there staring at his unconscious archenemy's still form on the bed. Perhaps, he hoped by staring at Snape long enough, he'll find the answers.
Snape's face was as white as the pillow he was lying on and his black hair was like splashed ink in the whiteness of the sheets around it. His breathes were shallow as if he didn't have the energy to take deeper breathes. It made something in him stir. He still didn't know what to think about all of this. He still didn't like Snape, but perhaps they could let up some on Snape and instead focus most of their pranks on other Slytherins like that cruel boy, Mulciber who attacked Mary. Of course, they would still play pranks on Snape, because there was a reason he was their favorite victim, but they could reduce the number of their pranks and spend their ideas on others. He nodded his head thinking it was a good idea and he should share it with his friends.
After that he sneaked quickly out of Hospital wing before Madam Pomfrey saw him. Because considering the history he shared with the boy lying there, he thought it is better to not get caught anywhere near him.
TBC...
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