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The healing of Severus Snape	By : Jerichoabandoned Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 1515 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The healing of Severus Snape
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Jericho sat on her side deck smoking a clove cigarette and reading the e-mail her broker had sent. They had done well on this last trade and Samuel’s tuition and expenses for the year were more than assured. She peered down into the wonderful wild little roses there was a tiny owl it hopped up on the railing and she took the note from it . Andrew had been dead a month now and owls still kept coming for him mostly condolences but some like this one were requests for potions or things she just couldn’t make out or imagine. Thankfully the requests had all but stopped now and she’d had cards drawn up to let them know Andrew had died. Standing, she pulled on the last end of her cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray. She watched the tall brush sway, there was something large out there. A man came out of the brush. She thought perhaps a hunter who had lost his prize. Watching him she saw him flounder and realized he was hurt. She walked to the stair and called to him. He fell.

She raced down across the roses and into the brush. Oh Christ, she thought no one had ever just apparated here. The man lay at her feet eyes shut wincing in pain. She knelt down to examine him saying “I’m Jericho I want to help you”.

He opened his dark eyes .

“I must see Andrew,” he said.

“My god what happened to your chest?” she exclaimed. He did not answer She pulled her long brown hair away from her face and felt along his shoulders yes the right was dislocated she felt down his arms and legs finally reaching the left foot at which he groaned.

He pulled himself to a sitting position with her hands supporting him. his clothes made him look like a cleric, she thought, about to give mass when something went quite awry. He was obviously a wizard and looking for Andrew. He took the hand she offered. She helped him to his feet and let him lean into her he was solid and heavy. He had Oscar Wilde sort of hair.

With difficulty they crossed over the brush and the roses again and into her house.

Pulling off his boots for him with some difficulty She noticed the left foot swelling.

“I know of course you want to go to hospital,” she said.

“No, no hospital,” he demanded and pointed his wand at her. She felt a small constriction in her throat.

Jericho was a sucker for almost anybody who thought they knew better than she and tended to do as she was told by such people, whether she knew it was a disaster or not.

“All right but you should know Andrew is gone. So you’ve got me and I’ll do what I can but I’ll need your help,” she said, “Now I need you to sit up. We’ll have to remove your shirt and rebandage that chest wound.” She removed his robe gingerly trying not to aggravate the shoulder. She then held his arm aloft at the bicep. “You will have to push against the pressure, this is going to hurt,” she said, “Ready? Now breathe out on the pain.” And She held his shoulder and his bicep and her breath. Bbefore he could protest he heard a loud crack. She whistled and made a great sigh and said, “OK? OK. Can you move it?” He moved his arm now with minnimal pain.

She quickly went off to find some bandages.

“Thank you “ he called after her….”for your concern and your hospitality but I assure you I need only some rest and your brother,” and then bellowed out, “Andrew.”

He obviously had no idea Andrew had died.

She thought of Andrew then, smiling in his workshop and all those little specimins. He was telling her that most wizards who came to him would not be caught dead in hospital. She grabbed an umbrella as it had begun to rain and made her way out to the workshop. The lights came on automatically. She felt flattened here, she could picture Andrew working on potions he had hoped would restore mobility for Michael. The great muggle architect who had built the house and Andrew had built a life with. She went over to the wall of little vials. These must be ingredients plant names and what she supposed was Latin. The glass cabinet in the corner had bigger beakers; she spied one marked as clearly as Andrew could print For Pain. She grabbed it and made her way back to the house. Returning with bandages a salve for the wound and some disinfectant. When she arrived in the living room she broke the news she’d been breaking for a month now she knelt on the floor at his side and began treating and redressing the chest wound. “I’m sorry to tell you this but Andrew died roughly a month ago. He took his own life. Michael’s death was very hard on him. Were you close to him?” Obviously not she thought or you would have known, didn’t these people talk to each other?

“He has left you the house, I suppose?” he asked

“Yes, I am his only family, I’m sorry to bear such awful news,” she replied

Severus thought about Michael, the muggle who had designed and built the house. Andrew had been so in love with him. In love enough to live like a muggle with him. Michael could never get over feeling like the retarded child when faced with Andrews powers but had held his talent for healing in high esteem. Andrew had been quite the healer and Snape had known him to be confidential and not ask too many questions of his patients. He had been in Snape’s very first NEWT class and was quite talented. Andrew had hoped to heal his lover’s ALS but the disease had proved ferociouse and Michael had died in his sleep.

“How long have you lived here?” He asked.

“About a month” she had found the body. He could feel her twinge at this rememberance. She remembered Andrew hanging there in his lab. He had left everything out on his work table for her; the deed to the house, his Will, his keys marked for her, the deed to the cemetery plot, even a number to call to get help with his body but not a word.

She sat down beside Severus and began to work on the chest wound.

“Did you do this yourself?”

“Have others come to see Andrew?”

“No, but I get the occasional owl asking for a potion. The funeral was very well attended.”

“I’m sorry I had no idea.”

“Don’t be, suicides are very hushed it is the nature of them.” She unwrapped the wound. He noticed her hands then strong and gracefull, long fingers of a pianist. He could not have failed to notice the piano, which seemed to swallow half of the room.

“You are here on your own, then?”

“Yes, my son was here but has gone home to the states and his friends now.

I’m going to put this on tight because I think you may have some broken ribs. Let me know if it is too tight.”

She wrapped the wound and his chest taking special care to see that the ribs were as far as she could tell in position. She then eased him down upon the couch pillows.

Bending over him to get a good look at his eyes she thought they were so dark you could drown in them. She checked him again for head injury asking him to open and close them shinig the pen light in them to check the pupils dialation. As she looked into his eyes she started to receive an elderly wizard his mentor telling him you must kill me Severus and the pain and awesome responsibility that came wih this request.

She nodded and then went to work splinting his ankle. Oh, how she missed Andrew. She remembered the lawyer from the ceremony in which Michael and Andrew had vowed to love each other till death . Who would have seen all that they would create together and stumble over. That it would end with Andrew in so much pain without Michael that he would not go on.

She sensed in Severus a need for care. He could probably have dealt with his own injuries but there was something more that had broken in him, it was palpable and raw. She decided to let him sleep and gave him a draught which Andrew had prepared for her. A dreamless sleep with an extra shot of the beaker marked for pain. She figured the combo to be relative to the amount of anesthesia you received when having a wisdom tooth pulled.

As she went about trying to make him comfortable “ You can relax, this place is mostly unplottable a consequence of the majorly depresseds desire to be alone with the dead. We are alone with the dead here. She concentrated her energy on him and proceded to envelope him in a white light. And the cat.” Cat had made his appearance at that declaration of himself and nuzzled Snapes hand for a pat. She received him then and all that the night before had brought to him. A mercy killing which had been done out of necessity he was powerless to refute. He was exhausted and grieving. He fell now into a deep sleep with his mind cleared. He knew it was true that the place had been unplottable and Andrew had no desire for people muggle or magical while he was grieving.
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