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The darkness surrounds me	By : lilith395 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 1898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I am bathing in a golden light. Am I finally dead? Did I go to Heaven? Of course I didn’t. But if I went to hell, where is the golden light coming from? And where is Albus? He must be dying to have another chance to harass me. Haha, dying. He’s already dead. I feel giddy. I am so unaccustomed the feeling that it shocks me.

Opening one eye, the golden light blinds me. I close it again. Bugger that. In the distance I hear voices. Ah, my hell-mates. Come to me, hell-mates. I am here. Though their conversation seems weird for demons or lost souls. I listen carefully, but only catch snippets.

“How did he …. regained conscious…. he recover…. ”

A second voice joins in, a little more high pitched than the last.

“I don’t know who…. was a great help…. without….. not have made it…”

As the voices draw nearer, somewhere my weirdly functioning brain makes a connection.

“He was very lucky. ” I hear Poppy say.

Lucky indeed. I can’t believe I’m still alive. Why can’t these people just let me die in peace?

As I hear the privacy curtain open, I let myself slip back into blissful nothingness.

The sound of sobbing wakes me, and I feel a damp hand on mine. The crying is soft, almost inaudible, but to me, in this dark pool of unconsciousness, it sounded louder than an explosion. It was the only sound. Now I was sure I was delirious. It was too close to think it was at another’s bed, but I couldn’t think of a soul who would cry over me. Willing the feel of soft female tears out of my mind, I go back to sleep.

The hand is still on mine. Or maybe it’s another. I am not sure, nor do I care. I am more interested in the fact there seems to be someone arguing not too far off.

“I don’t care what you think, you inconsiderate bastard. You will leave him to recover. ”

I recognize the voice as Minerva’s. I am glad to hear her scream at someone. It means she’s feeling well.

“We must detain any death eater who remains living, and he is a death eater. I have clear orders from the ministry. ”

If I had the energy, I would have cringed for him. From my bed, I was sure I was lying on some semblance of a cot, I could almost feel her anger. She would be just about to explode, judging by the venom in her voice.

“The ministry be damned! I don’t give a flying fuck whether or not you have orders! You can just send Kingsley over here to talk to me himself if he wants him, but I assure you, no lowlife ministry drone will take him! Over my dead body! He is under my care until I decide otherwise, and not you! Now leave. ”

With a smile on my face I feel the world fade away once more, but as I lose consciousness, this time, I hear a gasp, feel the hand tighten on me, and I swear I heard a whisper. “Professor?”

This time, I don’t feel a hand on mine. But I hear a silent conversation very near me.

“I don’t care what you say Harry, I’m not leaving him. ”

Odd, very odd. I swear it’s miss Granger who is standing but my bed.

“But the funeral will be in an hour. We have to go, you know that. ”

Missing a funeral? Which one? I must admit I’m curious. I don’t even know who died yet.

“I know, Harry. Don’t you think I know that? But we left him, and I’ll be damned if we do it again. ”

Ah, it’s guilt. It explains why they would be arguing at my bedside, and not someone else’s.

“Really? You would miss a funeral, a friend’s funeral, for someone who might never wake up? Look, I feel just as bad about it as you do, alright? But I can’t just sit here anymore. I did what I could in the shack, and sat with him for the better part of an hour. How did I know that he would wake up while I was going to get someone to help me take him to the castle? There was no pulse, Hermione. He was dead .”

I opened my eyes somewhere during his little speech, and now he was pointing at my nose. The girl next to him shrieks as she sees me awake, and hurries to my side, holding a glass of water. I can only imagine where she got it from. I gratefully take a sip of water and look her in the eyes.

“What are you doing here?” I manage. Gods, it sounds as though I haven’t spoken in years.

“We thought you were dead sir, we really did. If we had known. ” She starts, but I hold up my hand, which I now notice is bandaged, to silence her. I turn my head towards the black-haired boy.

“Who’s funeral?”

His eyes fill with tears. It’s a big one, apparently.

“Fred Weasley” he says.

Bugger, I liked those twins. But if it’s only one, the other still lives. I am certain they would’ve been buried together if he didn’t. It must be hell on the live one.

Next to me, the girl starts sniffling. I look back at her.

“Leave” I say.

She starts to protest, but I point a feeble finger at the door.

“Now”

They do exactly as I ask. This is probably the only time they actually listen to me.

It is not long before sleep claims me.

“Severus”

Go away, I’m sleeping. I feel a soft poke between my ribs. I hate it when someone does that.

“Severus, wake up”

No, no, no. First I am not allowed to die, and now I can’t even sleep? Will I ever find rest? I open one eye groggily, and a face comes into view, extraordinarily close. I jerk back a little, and regret it instantly. It hurts. Like hell.

“What?” I bite out. Oh, my voice sounds a little more like the old me. I appreciate that.

Minerva moves a little further away from me and looks me over. She smiles.

“You look a lot better, Severus, I am glad. ”

Honestly? I hope she didn’t wake me up for that. I merely quirk an eyebrow. Even that hurts.

“Fine, fine, sorry. I merely wanted to tell you that you have been officially exonerated. You are now a war-hero.” She beams at me.

WHAT? I jerkily sit up, ignoring the insistent stabs of blinding pain everywhere in my body. Surprisingly, my neck and shoulder barely hurt.

“I am a what?” I ask.

She looks a little offended. Maybe I could’ve said it a little nicer. I don’t care.

“A war-hero. You will be awarded an order of Merlin first class for your sacrifices made in the war. ” She says huffily while she crosses her arms.

In protest, I turn around and fall back asleep.

I am roughly pulled from oblivion. Minerva is still looming over me, this time with her wand drawn. The witch actually cast a spell on me? Bloody hell, Let me sleep.

“Do not try that trick again, Severus. I will keep you awake if I have to. We were in a conversation. ”

I sit back up a little, and let the anger which is raising up inside me smother the pain.

“Yes, Minerva, I believe you were telling me how Potter shared all of my private memories with a courtroom, weren’t you?”

I love the fact that my voice is regaining its familiar qualities. It gives me the ability to sneer while incapacitated in a hospital bed.

“I said no such thing! And Harry merely testified, he didn’t show them anything. You need to trust us a little. You’re still alive aren’t you?”

This enrages me, I am sure I’m about to start breathing fire any moment now.

“AND AM I SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPY ABOUT THAT?” I roar. I don’t care about the pain, I don’t care that my voice falters and scratches every other word. I see Minerva take a step back. That means it’s worth it.

“I WAKE UP IN A WOODEN SHACK, ALIVE. I KNOW I SHOULD’VE DIED AND I WAS WELCOMING IT. DO NOT STAND THERE TELLING ME I SHOULD BE HAPPY TO BE HERE, MINERVA. ”

I stop shouting, lowering my voice to a dangerous whisper while I regard her through narrowed eyes.

“I have nothing to live for, woman. And this order of Merlin will not change that. ”

She looks absolutely scandalized. But taken down a notch or two.

“But Severus, I…”

“What is going on here?” Poppy comes zooming back into my curtained cubicle, and I take the time to fall back asleep. This yelling business really tires a man out.
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The darkness surrounds me