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Please, Release Me!	By : Severus1snape Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Neville Views: 17663 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: Thank you for reviewing! Not sure when the next chapter will be, might be a while, might not, depends on my family and how much time they will let me write ;-)

”My god...” He turned around swiftly, switched on the muggle light in the room and dropped to his knees beside Severus, not caring that in doing so he soaked his own pants in the other man´s blood.
“Severus.” He turned him over to his back, his own hands covered in blood in the process.
“Severus.” He called again.
“FUCK.” I can´t do this, I can´t do this. My god, he´s going to die. I have to send for someone to save him. There´s so much blood.
He grabbed firmly onto his wand and hesitated. “NO! He trusted you. He sent for you, nobody else.” Why would he do that? Surely he knew I would be horrible at healing him. He took a deep breath in realization.
“I´m all he´s got?” He shook his head in disbelief. So much has changed over this summer, this was too surreal, really.
Pull it together, what would Severus do? Neville looked at the other man. “Remove the clothes, check for injuries, you imbecile.” He told himself. Another deep breath later and Neville began unbuttoning the man´s shirt. This is taking too long. He won´t mind, he is dying. Do it.
Neville placed his wand on the wooden floor grabbed Severus´ shirt on either side and ripped it apart. “Holy fuck.”
There was so much blood. He had a very deep burn just above his groin on the right side; somehow the bleeding had slowed down. He must have cast a spell on himself before passing out. Neville opened the pants with shaking hands. Come on, you´ve had him in your fucking mouth, and up your arse too, you can do this! He pulled off his pants.
The man was ice cold. Neville froze. Is he dead? Oh my god, oh my god, why did I not check if he was dead first? “Get a grip Longbottom, grow some fucking backbone.”
Somehow Neville felt more at ease with giving himself orders that professor Snape would have, this is the way it had always been whenever the two of them were in the same room together. Neville being the stupid student failing at everything, and professor Snape the provoking teacher telling him what to do. Is he right? Did he treat me this way to make me more confident? Now is not the time to question that, it´s working, use it!
He took Severus´ hand in his own hands and placed two fingers on his wrist to find a pulse. “Come on, come on.” There was none.
“Damn it Snape, don´t you die on me, don´t you fucking dare, you bastard.” He moved his fingers a little lower on the other´s wrist.
“Come on…” He waited.
“YES! About time you listened to me for a change.”
Neville looked around. Something is missing here. “Blankets, he needs heat.” Picking up his wand he cast the “Accio”. Time was important now, he couldn´t waste any of it.
Two black, thick blankets came swooping through the air towards him, he caught them, cast the heating charm and placed one over Severus´ bare chest, and put the other behind himself to check the wound he noticed when he took off the other´s pants.
The left thigh had a very deep cut to it; he could actually see the bone. He made a gagging noise and covered his mouth. “Don´t you fucking dare throw up now Longbottom.”
He swallowed, took a gulp of air and placed the other blanket over his legs. “Accio pillow.” I can´t move you Severus before you´re healed, I don´t know what will happen if I do. He moved away some hair from the man´s face.
“I´m sorry if I fail at this.” He got up, wand in his hand and started going through Severus´ stuff.
He´s a potions master, surely he brought something with him. “Where did you hide it Severus?” Neville said, as he had roamed around every kitchen cabinet and bedrooms too.
“Revelio potions.” He remembered the spell suddenly.The old and tattered floorboards creaked somewhere under the small dining table. Neville hurried over there and pushed the table aside. He removed the filthy, blue rug and discovered a trapdoor which he heaved open. He smiled as a wooden, narrow staircase was revealed and he went down.
“Lumos”, a bright light emitted from his wand again.
“Fuck yeah!” He found potions and brewing equipment. Of course the potions master would have to have this with him in order to look after himself, living in a muggle area and being on the run, surely he could not just have access to this freely, he needed some kind of storage. He must have chosen this apartment for is location to not attract attention to himself and for the basement.
“Smart man.” Does that really surprise you?
He walked to the shelves with various vials of potions. He groaned. “Great, no labels you fuck. Now, what the hell will I do?” Think Neville, think. Healing potions, he must have taught this in class. He groaned again and his hand went through his hair in frustration. His mind went blank. I suck at potions, what the hell am I going to do?
“Use your strengths Longbottom, what are you good at?” Not a damn thing, that´s what… unless NEWT worthy blowjobs counts… Plants! I´m brilliant at herbology!
He looked hopefully around in thought. “Come on, come on, plants with healing powers…” What do one use for burns? … I burned my hand in the fire when I was twelve during the summer. What did Grams use?
His eyes narrowed as he raked his brain. “Burn, burn, burn…. Burning bush…. Dittany!”
You´re brilliant, Essence of Dittany cures the wound and regrows the skin… and… I need a potion to wake him up… No, just heal him and he wakes up again after resting… unless… the injuries were so severely caused by a wand that he blacked out and falling asleep is a side effect of that and not from the pain or blood loss itself… then I will need a potion…
“Come on Longbottom, think! Dittany is the main ingredient…. what´s the name of the potion?...”
He groaned. Come on Neville. You can do this. Stop thinking about potions, use your knowledge in plants… what does Dittany do… heal burns when you use the brown liquid inside it… yes… and when used in a potion it reverses magically-induced sleep… yes… now, which potion…
“FUCK YES! Wiggenweld potion!”
Come on, you know what the Dittany juice looks like… you´ve helped Madam Pomfrey and professor Sprout…. brown, thin fluid…. He ran his fingers over the bottles one by one….
“Come on Severus… you cannot face Voldemort so often without having a supply… maybe this one…” He carefully pulled a very small vial from the top back shelf and removed the cork holding it away from his face. If it was essence of Dittany, sometimes one could risk toxic fumes to escape.
Green and heavy smoke emitted from the vial and he held his breath waiting for it to clear out. “YES!” He almost ran upstairs, dropped to the floor and carefully pulled of the blankets, which was lucky since they had clued themselves to his body because of the blood. He placed the blankets onto the floor behind him and very carefully poured the brown substance to the man´s leg.
He was amazed and very pleased to see the blood stopped dripping out of Severus´ pale body and the skin started to heal itself. Several seconds later, the cut looked days old.
“Good job Longbottom.” He did the same to the man´s burn and it too healed beautifully. He sighed in relief.
He placed the blankets over Severus again and waited. He felt panic attacking his body, when after very long minutes his hopeful theory that Severus would wake up on his own failed him. Great, now you only have to make the NEWT level potion… fuck…
“Use your strengths Longbottom…” He got up and made it down the stairs again searching through the potion books.
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Three books later and it was still a dead end. He picked up the fourth one and sighed in relief when he found the potion on page 138. If only there was a spell that could create the damn potion…
“… Potion brewing is all about one step at a time, plan ahead which ingredients to use, prepare them all, but always take one step at a time…” Professor Snape had said at some point.
Right… firstly get out the ingredients you need… “Wrong Longbottom…” Neville hesitated.
“How the hell is it possible that my brain can pass on messages to my mouth from professor Snape without my own brain already knowing this?” He muttered. Because it´s in your sub-conscious, because you suck at potions there for you have forgotten how to do things, that doesn´t mean you never listened… of course…
´…Always go through the recipe before the ingredients… you have to know the beast before you can tame it…´ He smiled as he seemed to remember Snape´s teaching more than he had hoped for.
He read the recipe twice before reading the list of what was needed. “God, I hope you have it all here…”
Neville looked around, his eyes widened. Now can I bloody well panic? He doesn´t have any raw or fresh ingredients here! What the hell… only finished potions or fluids already ready for use… books, scales, cauldrons… fuck… I have to leave him here to visit the north side of Diagon alley… surely the Apothecary has it all…?
Neville reached Severus and he took his wand, cast the cleaning spell over him and the floor too, cast a levitation spell and got the man into his bed which would have to do until he would return. He sat down, placed his hands to the other´s forehead, and without permission his own body leaned in and kissed Severus on the left cheek.
“I´ll be back Severus. “ When he left the apartment, locked it and ran towards his next destination, he couldn´t help but wonder if Severus would ever let him kiss him for real, and more importantly why did he want to kiss the man in the first place?

Well done Neville! Will it all have been in vain, will he be able to return and will Severus even wake up again?
Oh dear, we are in trouble (When did Filch´s voice get inside my head...)
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