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No one Comes When You cry	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 10460 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I do not own any of the characters or places from the Harry Potter books or films. They all belong to J.K. Rowling. All that is mine is Sky, the houses in the wall and the plot. Oh, and the wand is mine too. I am not making any money from the writing of this story.

No One Comes When You Cry

Thanks to my beta; pittwitch for making this readable.

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Chapter 14 �Mors ab gangraena�

It felt strange in the house now. When she first entered, the torches flared to life as usual. But this time, there was no voice to greet her.

She moved from room to room, arcing her wand to clean the place up. After getting a cup of tea, she sat in the living room and stared at the blank space on the wall were the portraits had lived. For the first time in two years, loneliness fell on her. That was the main reason she was watching Severus, not from an urge to peep at him, just to see another person. She could quite easily have gone through the door had she wished. But Sky still needed time to think, to try and sort things out in her head. �I wish Rowena was here, she�d know what to do.�
Sky felt a special closeness with Rowena, well, Rowena and Sal. Helga was great and Godric made her laugh, but Sal was the first person to show her he cared. And she could talk to Rowena about things she couldn�t share with Sal.
Where as before the house had always been decorated in house colours, this time seemed to be a mismatch of everything. Nothing matched and everything seemed to clash. Not that she was bothered, at least she still had a home to go to. The wardrobe was always full of clothes, although where they came from she had no idea. There was always food and drink in the kitchen when she wanted it. Sky wanted for nothing, except company that is.
Each day, she would use the door to enter the Headmaster�s office, stay for an hour or so while he told her the history of Voldemort, a.k.a. Tom Riddle. He explained about the Horcruxes in detail and the fact they were having no success finding three of them.
Each afternoon after lunch, she would spend time in the dungeons with Severus. The Headmaster arranged his timetables so the first period of every afternoon was free for the Potions Master. She never veered on a weekend. In fact, Albus bent over backwards to make things as easy as possible for Sky.
The rest of the time, Sky would spend keeping up with what the Founders taught her. There was no point having two years solid learning and letting it take a back seat. She kept up her diary, the other book being already filled with every memory, feeling, worry and emotion she could remember. If she needed to write more, the extra pages would appear. For the moment though that book and her diary sat on the bookshelf in the living room with all the other books she�d read. The book shelf was crammed full of such old and rare books, Severus Snape would have been extremely jealous. Sky possessed books that were long since thought to be lost or merely legends.
But Sky still would not, or could not trust Albus, maybe because he was so nice to her in the beginning. He and the others treated her well and made her feel welcome. It only made their betrayal harder to bear, maybe that was why she was able to trust Severus. Not once did he pretend to be anything other then what he was, at least in Sky�s mind.
As far as Albus was concerned, if the Potions Master could keep her nearby, things were going well. This went on until the middle of March. Thrice in that time, she woke to heal Severus. Each time was worse than the last. Each time, she would lay on top of the bed beside him until morning. Each time, she would plead with him not to go back.
But Severus refused, saying he was the only hope of gleaning meagre pieces of information of the Dark Lord�s plans. He told her some things about his past, about being a Deatheater and some of the terrible things he did.

Albus told her about the Order of the Phoenix and tried to persuade her to join. But Sky refused. Many of the teachers were members and as for those that weren�t, Sky guessed rightly that they knew what happened to her at the Sorting. That night was one of the most distressing of her life. At least that she knew of.

Yes, her time before Hogwarts was traumatic. But since it was all she knew at that time it was something she just accepted. It was how things were. Recently though, something else was floating about in her head. Something that was mentioned to her so casually she almost didn�t notice.
She forgot about that one night mid March, when she woke at four in the morning with the worst feeling of Severus needing healing that she�d ever experienced. Still not fully awake, she slipped from the bed and headed for the door, her wand coming automatically into her hand as she moved. When Sky entered the Potions Master�s rooms, he wasn�t there. She checked every room, even the cupboards and under his lab worktops. The feeling he was in mortal danger grew worse as she ran from room to room looking for him. It was only when she came face to face with his mirror that she thought to use it. Aiming her wand at the reflection of her stone, he came into view.
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Severus had been summoned early in the evening. As soon as he arrived, he knew he was in trouble. He was escorted directly to the Dark Lord and pushed roughly to his knees. Someone told Voldemort that Sky was visiting the castle on a regular basis. He was also informed that she was visiting with Snape every afternoon, alone. Voldemort wanted to know why Snape kept this information from him.
�She is no one important, my Lord, just the old man�s pet project. He wishes me to keep her sweet. Had there been something to tell, I would have done so.�
�You lie. No one seess her enter or leave. Yet she iss there. Where doess she go? Why iss she there? She iss more then just a project Sssnape. She isss the one who dared to come to your rescue iss she not?�
�Yes my Lord. She is the one. But I had nothing to do with that. I did not ask her to come.�
�You expect me to believe you? Too long you have thought to deceive me. No more Sssnape. You are a fool, an imbecile. You think I don�t know that you pass information to the other side. More than I willingly give you. Well no more.�
Voldemort nodded at group of masked figures and they took Snape and dragged him to the side wall. There, he was manacled at wrist and ankles. The chains were pulled hard so his limbs were stretch so tight he could hardly take breath.
After several blasts of crucio from the Dark Lord�s new wand, Severus was stripped naked and flogged mercilessly. Each time he passed out, they would enervate him and a bucket of ice cold water was thrown over him. The crucio was repeated, followed by more of the whip.

Then the Dark Lord muttered an incantation and Severus body convulsed briefly, his skin, what could be seen through the blood and torn flesh, turned a sickly blue/grey as his eyes rolled back in his head. When eventually even enervating would not rouse him, his body was dumped on the hillside about a mile from Hogwarts, assumed dead.
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When Sky found him, he almost was. It was still dark. Sky removed her cape and wrapped it tenderly around his battered naked form. Rather then risk causing him more harm by touching him, she used her wand to elevate him from the ground, placed a warming charm on him and took him back to the wall, not even thinking he would not be able to enter.
So intent was she on getting him inside that they were through the door when the thought briefly flicked through her mind what just happened. However, there wasn�t time to dwell on it as with two flicks and a swish, Severus was laying on her bed, the covers turned down and a thick towel beneath him.
The crucio needed to be dealt with first. If she didn�t, then anything else she did to him would cause untold agony. It was a full hour and twenty minutes before the effect of the crucio was gone.
Then she ran to the door in the living room and down to her potions lab. Each bottle, jar and phial she decided she would need followed her back up the stairs and placed themselves in a neat row on the bedside cabinet as Sky ran her fingers rapidly along the rows of books on the shelf.

It was one of Sal�s Dark magic books she was looking for on her shelves. As soon as she touched it, the book flew from the shelf and followed her through to the bedroom.
Using her wand, she turned him over and poured several bottles of a thick green healing potion onto his lacerated back as she muttered words Sal had taught her early in his teachings. They were of an ancient language long forgotten, more ancient then Latin, more ancient then the language of the elves, more ancient then that of the Druids. It was the language of her ancestor, the Original. Only Sal could teach her this language. The reason being that Sal too had been a descendant of the Original, not quite so closely linked as Sky, and not chosen to be the one to carry the Wand of Bloods. Only a female could be the holder of the Wand of Bloods.
The open wounds on Severus� back began to close and heal rapidly as Sky continued to chant. As soon as his back, shoulders, buttocks and legs were healed, Sky turned him over again. A quick glance at the book confirmed she was doing everything right. Holding out her left hand arm, small bowl landed in her palm. Placing it in front of the array of bottles, she held out her hand again for her knife that too landed in her palm.

The book hovered in front of her. She didn�t need to read it, she knew this one by heart. But she was afraid of making a mistake so had the book there more for reassurance then anything else.
Sky plucked a hair from her head and another from Severus. Both of these she quickly twined together and wrapped around the blade of her knife before laying it down. Picking up the smallest of the phials she removed the stopper and poured the gelatinous opaque fluid onto the bowl. Holding the tip of her wand in the bowl, still chanting, she stirred as the tip and her own stone turned a sickly bile green. This in turn caused the contents of the bowl to also turn green as it softened and thinned to a runny consistency. Still, she continued to chant.
Severus� eyes were open but all that was visible were the whites of his eyes. If those intense black orbs still existed, they were not in evidence.
Checking with the book once more, Sky stopped stirring and laid the wand to one side. Only blood magic could reverse this curse and it would not be a fast heal. It would take time to work out of his system.
Taking Severus� right hand, she held it so the palm was over the bowl.

Picking up the knife, Sky placed the tip against the pad just below the third finger. This was the area that represented the letter �H for health and healing. Pressing just hard enough to pierce the skin she allowed two drops of blood to fall into the bowl, picked up her wand and healed the small cut. Next was the smallest finger. Again she made only a small nick in the skin on the lowest of the three sections of his finger. This represented �C� for curse. Two drops of his blood fell into the bowl. After healing the cut, Sky laid his hand back on the bed.
Next, she held her own hand over the bowl. She repeated with her own hand the same as she did with Severus�. As yet the blood had not reacted with the contents of the bowl, only pooled around the edges of the now runny fluid inside. Then Sky made a third cut on her own hand. This time, she cut deeply into the soft pad of her second fingertip. This area represented �R� for remove. Holding her finger over the bowl, Sky allowed her blood to drip freely until it stopped of its own accord.

When the blood flow ceased, she quickly healed the finger and slid the entwined hairs from the blade into the bowl.
The mixture began to bubble slightly, making small popping noises as it did. Not once did she falter with her chant. When the bubbling mix stilled, she used her wand to stir the mixture again, watching as it turned a murky brown.
Sky fell silent and looked at Severus. Silently, she pressed gently on his chin to open his mouth. Taking her knife, she dipped it into the bowl and coated the tip. Then she held the knife between his parted lips, allowing the potion to drip onto his tongue, then removed the knife quickly, placing it beside the bowl. He convulsed once and stilled again.
Using her wand, she placed a seal on the bowl and carried it to the dressing table. She would need to administer the potion once each day in small amounts and didn�t want to risk it being knocked off the bedside.
Sitting back on the bed, Sky summoned a bowl of warm water, cloth and towel and proceeded to wash him from top to toe. Once every trace of blood and grime was removed from him, she picked up a jar and removed the lid. Very gently, she applied the salve, working it into every bit of his skin, turning him over and repeating the process. When she eventually finished, she pulled the covers up to his chin, charming them so they would stay in place. By the time she left him and stepped into the bath, it was almost midday and Sky was exhausted.
Every day for the next three weeks, she would drip the potion onto his tongue, wash his body, apply the salve, giving a deep massage as she worked to keep his muscles pliant and help his circulation. She would change his position on the bed at regular intervals so he would not get sores. Every morning and evening, she would bend and stretch his limbs, moving them this way and that to keep the joints mobile as well as applying drops to his eyes to prevent them from drying out. His mouth and tongue she would swab every half hour. On top of this, she would feed him nourishment and strengthening potions as well as giving him bed baths and washing and combing his hair and cleaning his teeth.

The bed was charmed to instantly remove any waste products he produced. Not that there was much, seeing as he was surviving on potions.
Gradually, his skin began to take on colour, changing from the terrible blue/black to his normal pale hue. His eyes stayed closed, but Sky would lift his lids and was pleased when, near the end of the second week, the irises began to show. She discovered that his eyes were not black as she always thought. They were such a deep shade of brown, like the dark chocolate she�d often seen him eat during her summer with him.

Dumbledore knew where Snape was. Sky had left him a scribbled note on his desk about three days after she found the Potions Master, saying he was badly injured and would return when he was well enough. The Headmaster had no way of contacting Sky and could only wait for Severus� return to discover what happened to him.
Now, after three weeks Severus was looking well. Even though he was still unconscious, he was beginning to show resistance when she worked his muscles, and would moan at her harsh treatment of him.
Finally finished with her morning routine with the Potions Master, Sky took hold of the small bowl. There was only a minute amount of potion left. Dipping her knife into the dregs at the bottom of the bowl, she brought it for the last time to drip onto his tongue, quietly whispering the incantation in that most ancient of tongues.
Once done, she cleared the bowl and knife away and went to have a soak in the bath. There was nothing more she could do now. The rest was down to Severus. He had to want to wake up. He was completely healed and pain free. The dark curse was gone. His scars were gone and his skin and eyes were back to normal. He was also clean and well nourished.
She stepped into the bath and laid her head on the edge of the tub, closing her eyes and relaxing. She was tired. These last few weeks had been draining for her. A week after Sky administered the last of the potion, she decided to go let the Headmaster know what was happening with Severus.
�It�s a wonder he didn�t die from the amount of crucio and the beatings he had. The flesh was hanging from him like strips of rag. Headmaster. But it was a very old, very dark curse that was finally used on him. I�ve spent the last three weeks working to cure him of it.�
�I know of no curse that would take so long to heal. What was it?�
�Mors ab gangraena�
The sound of Albus� sharp intake of breath seemed to echo around the office.

�There is no cure for that curse, it is not commonly known. It kills within an hour; an excruciatingly painful hour at that. ? That curse is the fourth unforgivable.�
�Oh there is a cure. But it is as old as the curse itself. The cure is as dark as the curse, seeing as how it is blood magic.�
�Albus face went white. �You used blood magic? On Hogwarts� grounds you dared to use ��
�On MY grounds, Headmaster, with the full blessing of the Founders of this school. Who do you think taught it to me in the first place? And it is as well they did. Otherwise YOU would be minus a Potions Master. The gangrene would have eaten him from the inside out.�
Albus was stunned. He was not sure how to respond. �You had the blessings of our Founders? They would Never ��
Once again, Sky interrupted him. �How would you know? Where do you think I learned dark magic? It certainly wasn�t here.� She waved her hand around the room. For two years, they taught me. Every day, without fail from morning till night, was spent learning. Two years of discovering that I do have a place in this world. That I was worthy of keeping that place. That I am part of it. I have a home now. My place is in that wall for as long as I chose to stay. And you should be thankful that I do chose to stay. So instead of bemoaning the fact I used blood magic, be glad that Severus is still alive. He�s suffered more then enough for you. Oh and in future if you want information on this Voldemort. Damn well ask me.�
With that, she whipped round and walked through the door and back into the living room.
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Albus sat for a long time thinking about what Sky said to him. He knew she thought he was being callous and he supposed he was in many ways. But if the Ministry ever got to hear of this there would be hell to pay. Plus the fact that dark magic was never practiced at Hogwarts; had not been for centuries. And the curse used on Severus, as far as he knew, it had long been forgotten. This was the first time in history that anyone had ever been cured of it. Of course, he was glad his Potions Master was still alive. Albus cared greatly for the man. He hadn�t meant to sound so insensitive. He let out a big sigh. He must be too old for this job. A young woman just put him in his place and made him feel ashamed of himself.

a/n: �Mors ab gangraena.�

Death from gangrene

TBC

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