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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33391 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Complete. Het, solo, oral.

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Hermione pulled open the Hospital door and glanced up and down the sterile hallway. Spotting the sign for admissions she hurried up to the counter. The attendant glanced up and raised an eyebrow at her ballgown attire. "Can I help you?"

"Yes. My name is Dr. Hermione Granger. I was told one of my patients is here, Severus Snape?"

She typed on a computer and stared at the screen for a moment. "Yes Doctor. He's in intensive care, third floor. Just follow this hallway, the lifts are to your left. Someone at the nurse's station will be able to help you."

"Thank you." Hermione hurried away, her heels clacking loudly on the tile floor.

The nurses station was directly across from the lift. "Can I help you?" A nurse asked in a hushed tone.

"I'm Hermione Granger. I was told one of my patients is in the ICU, Severus Snape?"

The nurse lifted a file and flipped through some pages. "They're still working on him. Why don't you have a seat in the waiting area and a someone will be in to speak with you shortly."

Hermione nodded her head. "Excuse me? If I may, how did he get here?"

The nurse flipped to the front of his chart. It says his neighbor found him and called for an ambulance. I believe she's still in the waiting area."

"Thank you." Hermione whispered.

She entered the tiny room and saw an elderly woman seated on one of the plastic chairs. She looked up, her round face worried, as Hermione approached. "Excuse me, but I'm Dr. Granger..."

"Oh Dr. Granger." The woman exclaimed, interrupting her. "I'm so sorry to have bothered you and you were at a party." She frowned, taking in Hermione's attire. "But I didn't know who to call and your card was in his wallet. He doesn't have anyone else, the poor dear."

"No it's quite alright." Hermione said, lowering herself onto the seat next to her. "I'm glad you called me. What happened?"

"Oh I don't know." The woman shook her head. "He was out in his back garden, yelling at the top of his voice, waving this stick around. I went to help him, but he didn't seem to recognize me. Called me Minerva I think it was. Well I could smell the whiskey on him. It was like he didn't know where he was. I was so frightened."

"You're his neighbor?"

"Oh I'm sorry, where are my manners. I'm still a bit shaken. I'm Mrs. Harvy." She held out her hand to Hermione. "I've lived next door to the Snape's for, goodness, over 40 years."

Hermione shook her hand. "Please call me Hermione. You said he was yelling and waving a stick? Could you understand what he was saying?"

"It was terrifying. He said some bumbling whores had used him and betrayed him. Then he was yelling at someone called the "Dark Lord" and saying he'd kill him. He kept saying that over and over 'I kill you, I'll kill them all."

"Oh my. Did you feel threatened?"

"No." She shook her head. "That was the really odd thing. It was almost like he was trying to protect me. He told me to stand back and then he waved the stick and yelled "Abracadabra". I tried to help him, but he just collapsed, unconscious. Well I ran into the house straight away and rang for an ambulance."

"He was lucky you were there." Hermione said, reaching over and patting her arm. The both looked up as a dark haired man in a white coat approached them.

"Are one of you Dr. Granger? I'm Mr. Geiger, Mr. Snape's consultant."

"I'm Dr. Granger." Hermione said anxiously. "How is he?"

"Not good." The consultant shook his head. "Quite frankly we're amazed he's still alive. His blood alcohol level was .53, which is over 5 times the legal limit. Death usually occurs at .50. Upon arrival he experienced several seizures which we were able to control, but he's slipped into a coma. We're going to perform a gastric irrigation to remove and flush out the contents of his stomach. We'll give him fluids and we'll probably have to keep him intubated. His respiratory system is depressed and he's having trouble breathing on his own. We're hoping once the toxins are out of his stomach and with enough fluid he'll wake up sometime in the next few hours. It's too soon to tell if there's been any permanent brain damage. If he responds well to treatment, we'd like to give him a round of dialysis. Both his kidney's and his liver have been severely compromised."

"Can I see him?" Hermione asked, her voice choked with tears.

The consultant glanced at the chart. "We're still working on him. Let us get him stabilized and I'll come find you."

Hermione nodded and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Thank you."

When he was gone, she took a shaky breath and slumped down in the chair. Mrs. Harvy reached over and patted her hand. "He'll be okay dear. You wait and see. He's a strong lad. Have you known him long?"

"I have actually, a very long time."

"And you're his doctor?"

"His counselor."

"Well I haven't seen him since he was little, but it doesn't surprise me a bit that he has troubles. Not with the way his parents treated him." Her pleasant voice had grown hard.

"He doesn't like to talk about his parents." Hermione said softly.

"I don't blame him. I don't like to speak ill of the dead, but they were horrible people. Just horrible." She shook her head in disgust.

"You said you knew him when he was little. How old was he?"

"Three, maybe younger. He was just the cutest little thing."

"He was?" Hermione's eyes grew wide as she tried to picture Snape as a toddler. It had been strange enough seeing him as a boy of eleven.

"Oh yes. Beautiful dark eyes and that gorgeous black hair and did he love to cuddle."

"Severus Snape? Loved to cuddle?"

The woman laughed at the shocked look on Hermione's face. "I think he would have sat on my lap all day if I would have let him. 'Mrs. Harvy' he'd say, he never had the baby talk like so many of your toddlers do, 'Mrs. Harvy can you make a lap for me?' And I'd ask him, 'But don't you want biscuit Severus?' And he say 'If I can sit on your lap and eat it.' So that's what we'd do. He'd sit on my lap and eat a biscuit. He just couldn't get enough hugs and kisses." She took a deep breath and wiped away a tear that had trickled down her plump face. "Lord knows his parents only ever touched him to grab his arm or thump him. It's no wonder the poor boy was so starved for affection. I'm sorry." She said, pressing a hand to her mouth and sobbing softly. "I don't normally break down like this."

"It's alright." Hermione said gently, patting her arm. "It sounds like he was lucky to have you." She was surprised when the woman only cried harder. "What?"

"I let him down." She sobbed. "I didn't know what else to do. My husband told me to stay out of it, that it was none of my concern. I still feel guilty to this day. The look on that poor boy's face when I had to turn him away. It still breaks my heart."

"Would you like to talk about it?" Hermione whispered.

"Well I suppose I can tell you, since you're his Doctor." She sighed heavily and wiped her cheeks again. "He had been coming over to my yard, visiting with me, well since he was able to walk I guess. I seem to remember the first time he found his way through the fence to my yard he was still wearing a nappy. I didn't mind. Like I said, he was just the sweetest thing and I loved him to bits. His parents never seemed to miss him and I'd seen how the treated him. It was a summer day and he and I were out in my garden. He was helping me water my plants. It was a hot day and I was wearing shorts and a cozzy top." She smiled and flushed pink. "You probably can't tell it now, but I was a bit fit back in my day."

Hermione smiled and nodded, she could see the young girl's beauty still living inside the old woman's face.

"Well we were playing with the water, having a laugh and here comes old Tobias through the fence. He was rat arsed, as usual, and he grabs up poor Severus and swats him on the behind and sends him home."

"How dreadful." Hermione exclaimed.

She nodded her head. "He was a grotty minger. He turns to me and says since I always like to kiss and cuddle the boy, why don't he give me something to kiss and cuddle and he reaches down and grabs his pecker."

"Were you frightened?"

"A bit. But I was more cheesed off then anything. So I tell him I have a fine bloke to kiss and cuddle and if he didn't known that maybe I should send my husband 'round to set him straight. Well that shut him up. Tobias was tall, but he was scrawny. My husband was a big bloke. He was gentle by nature, but he was very protective of me."

"So what happened?"

"Well the next day Severus comes to visit like he always did and I asked him if he was alright and he said his Daddy beat him. He just looked so hurt and sad. I pulled on my lap and he cried and cried. It was pitiful. I had just got him calmed down and got him to smile a little when here comes Eileen stomping across the yard. She yanks poor Severus away from me, paddles him good, saying she told him not to bother me. I try to tell her he's never a bother, that I love having him and she turns on me and tells me to mind my own business and to stay away from her husband and to stay away from her son. Calls me every filthy name she can think of before she drags poor Severus off by the arm. After that, I didn't want any trouble and I didn't want the poor boy to be punished. So every time he came over I'd walk him back to the fence and send him home. I just about broke my heart. He was such a persistent little thing. It didn't matter how many spankings his parents gave him, he just kept coming back."

"For how long?"

"Almost a fortnight."

"What did you do?" Hermione gasped.

"Well my husband got tired of seeing me so upset, so one weekend he just boarded up that old hole in the fence. I heard him kicking up a fuss when he found out he couldn't get through and then," she sighed sadly, "he just gave up. I'd see him over there, sitting on his porch, staring down at his shoes and it was like he'd just turned inside of himself. It was the saddest thing."

"What happened to him?"

"As he got older, I saw less and less of him. I do remember him having a little girlfriend for a while. Pretty little red head. What was her name?" She rolled her eyes up in thought.

"Lily Evans." Hermione whispered, her voice husky.

"That's it." The old woman smiled happily. "Did he fancy her. I caught them kissing down by the old pond one time." She chuckled. "Cutest thing I ever saw. Then I just didn't see too much of him any more. I think he went away to school. I hope where ever he was they treated him better then his parents did. I always wondered what happened to him. And now he's back. It breaks my heart that he has troubles. I always hoped he was happy. Well," she took a deep breath and patted Hermione's knee, "at least he has you now."

"Oh no. You misunderstand." Hermione shook her head. "We're not together. He's my patient."

Hermione's eyes widened as Mrs. Harvy laughed out loud. "I may be old luv, but I can still tell when a girl fancies a bloke."

"No." She shook her head again. "I do not fancy Severus Snape."

"Right dear and you always leave a posh party because one of your patients is in Hospital?" She laughed as Hermione opened her mouth and then closed it again. "That's what I thought." Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a scrap of paper and a pen. Writing quickly she handed it to Hermione. "That's my number. Give us a ring dear and let me know how he's doing." She sighed and stood up.

"Are you leaving?" Hermione stood too and smiled as the old woman hugged her firmly.

"You're here now and it's way past my bedtime. Just give me a ring and let me know how he is. And please tell him when he gets home, if he needs anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to ask."

"I will." Hermione whispered, tears were streaming down her face again.

"Now don't you go doing that. He's going to be fine. I can feel it in my bones. Here comes that nice consultant man, maybe he has some news."

"Dr. Granger?" Mr. Geiger said softly. "If you'll come with me, I'll take you to his room. He's not awake yet, but I know you want to see him."

Hermione waved meekly as the older woman left the room. Taking a deep breath, she followed the consultant out into the hall.
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