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Leech	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2919 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I own nothing but this sordid little tale. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money by writing it. I must be insane.

LEECH

Well I have to say I�m disappointed. 30 odd hits, and not a single review. No suggestions, no opinions. I�ll give you the second chapter, but if I don�t get a positive response I�ll know there�s no point in continuing.

Now my little tantrum is over, enjoy.

ccino

Chapter 2

A quick peep round the door showed that it� he, had not moved. How did it� he, get in, had she left the front door unlocked? No. The door to the hallway was wide open and she could see the bolt was still pushed firmly home. It was an old bolt and made a heck of a clunk when it was moved. She would have heard if it was opened or closed. Wouldn�t she?
Inching closer and closer, Kathy was able to reach far enough to poke the interloper in the side of the head with the rolling pin.
Even though she�d barely touched him, the recipient of said poke let out a weak, pained gasp, and then quieted again.
She caught sight then of the red stain spreading slowly out from the edge of the sofa.

One small step closer and she was able to see a face, extremely pale, and set of broad, black clad shoulders, and� urgh, a gaping wound in the side of his neck.
A quick moment of panic, then instinct sent her running to the kitchen. She grabbed a handful of clean towels from a drawer, and filled a bowl with warm water. Not having any antiseptic downstairs, she upended the salt pot into the bowl and swished it around until it dissolved, dropped one of the towels into the water and took the bowl and the rest of the towels back to the living room, kneeling down beside the injured man. She didn�t even know if he was still alive. He could have died in the few minutes it took her to get water and towels.
She wrung the soaked towel and began to gently, very gently dab at the wound. The bleeding wasn�t fast, but the hole in his neck was large enough that it still gave out copious amounts and she had no idea how long he�d been like this.

Once the worst of the blood was cleaned from him, she held a clean folded towel against his neck with one hand, while feeling for a pulse with the other.
As soon as she touched him, the strange, strong memories hit her again. Memories of dark eyes, heavy weights pinning her down, the sallow skinned face so close to hers.

She pulled her fingers back sharply and the memories faded as quickly as they came. The towel in her hand was soaked and she tossed it on the floor and applied a fresh one, holding it tight against the wound. This towel too became red and sodden, followed by another and another until she was out of towels. Kathy didn�t have a clue what to do next.

Again, instinct took over and she moved position, lifting his head and shoulders to rest on her lap. A gut feeling told her she should not let this man die, whatever the circumstances that brought him here.

On impulse, or maybe it was a sixth sense, she knew she was connected to him somehow, and for want of anything better, she placed a hand to each side of his neck.
She spasmed as memory after memory flooded through her mind, assaulting her psyche, filling her brain with things she�d so long felt she should know, should remember, and now wished she didn�t.

As the spasms wracked her senses, other things started to happen to her. She began to draw strength from somewhere, an energy that empowered her to feel emboldened, vitalising her.
At the same time, Severus could feel himself regaining consciousness, a little bit at a time, second be second, he could feel something draining from him, at the same time as something was building inside of him. A new strength, a new energy. The pain was slowly leaving him, though where the hell it was going he had no idea. Nor did he care, it was fading fast and he wasn�t yet certain if he was dead or alive. If he was alive, where was he?
His eyes fluttered open to see a pair of unfocussed brown eyes above him.

The owner of those eyes seemed to be having some kind of fit, so much so that her spasmodic movements were shaking his head and upper torso.
It was a good five minutes before the woman holding him eventually stilled, relaxing her grip on his neck and slumping unconscious to the floor behind him, her lower legs still tucked beneath her.
Severus realised he was laying head and shoulders on her thighs and tried to move, but for all that he felt better than he had, he couldn�t quite muster the strength to roll off of her.
Instead he fell into an exhausted sleep.

SS

3 years previous.
�Are you serious? Dear Gods you are.� Severus Snape, reformed Death Eater turned spy for the Order of the Phoenix, looked at Albus Dumbledore in disbelief.
Three times Severus had been into the pensive, and he still did not want to believe what the Headmaster was asking him to do. Not that he was asking, not really. It was more an order given in the guise of a request.
�Albus, there are just too many variants to this. So much could go wrong, probably will go wrong. We can�t mess with innocent lives this way, you know that.

What if the Ministry get wind of it? There will be hell to pay.�
Albus sat behind his desk, a grave expression on his face as he watched the young Potions Professor pace back and forth across his line of vision.

�Severus please, either stand still or sit down. Now unless you have another solution, I suggest you think more carefully about what I have proposed. Voldemort is back, and stronger now than he ever was. The trail of death and destruction he left in his wake the first time round will be as nothing if he is allowed to continue.�

Severus stopped his pacing and turned to glare at the older wizard. Every fibre of his being told him this was wrong, that he should outright refuse and walk away. Then his shoulders slumped in defeat. He had no alternative answer, no other method of attempting to stop, or even stall this new reign of terror from the most powerful dark wizard to have lived since the rise and fall of Grindlewald.

�It seems I am at something of an impasse. As much as this goes against my better judgement, I will do as you ask.� He placed his hands on the Headmasters desk and leaned closer to the old man. �But if� when, this goes wrong and blows up in your face Albus, I refuse to take responsibility for the outcome. Is that understood?�
�Loud and clear Severus, loud and clear.� Albus opened a drawer behind his desk and removed a small envelope, which he then passed over to the dark eyed wizard before him. �You know what to do, watch how they interact, determine the best time to take action, and I will see you back here in an hour or so.�
Without another word, Severus stalked from the office and made his way to the dungeons to prepare.

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