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Blood Quill Consequences	By : EarthandWater Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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WARNING: Um no violence, technically. Poisoning though. DRAMA.
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Poppy had outright shrieked at the sight of Snape before snapping into a flurry of motion to take care of him. At first she'd tried to shoo Harry out but he'd refused to budge and the fiery gleam in his eye had made it clear that trying to move him would only result in serious failure. Since then she'd been setting broken bones, pouring blood replenishment potions down his throat and closing wounds. She'd set the broken fingers and a spell was knitting the bone back together quickly as she knew how important full use of his hands was to Severus, and was now tending the severe lash marks that scored his back, tutting all the while.
Harry was sitting right next to Snape's cot, watching every movement worriedly. He wanted to take a hold of one of Snape's hands but he refrained from it because he didn't want to hurt the other, that was the last thing he wanted. Still he hoped that Severus could feel his support, that he was at least somewhat comforted by Harry's presence because their was no way that he was leaving.
Suddenly the doors to the infirmary bust open and Dumbledore stomped inside with billowing nightshirt and dress robes. "What in the name of all the founders are going on here?"
Poppy gave the headmaster a dirty glare and snapped, "What does it look like Headmaster? Severus has been hurt and I am healing him. Keep your voice down and don't you dare disturb my other patients or I'll toss you out myself."
Severus' lips twitched in amusement at her scolding the man before he met Dumbledore's gaze steadily. "I'm afraid it was a trap Albus. The younger Crabbe and Goyle apparently were brought before Voldemort to explain why they were expelled and let it slip that I could have easily brought Potter to him with the amount of time he now spends in my company." His voice was still rough and weary. "He resorted to veritaserum. I am sorry Albus."
Dumbledore looked troubled for a while but then sighed and straightened his glasses. "You have nothing to be sorry for Severus, we both knew that it was only a matter of time. The thing that troubles me most are several students suddenly vanishing from their beds in the middle of the night. The school cannot turn a blind eye to that."
Harry raised his chin defiantly, he would not apologize for leaving to save Severus, he would do the same thing all over again if he had to.
"Oh what's done is done I suppose." Dumbledore sounded resigned. "I will turn more attention to the objects I spoke to you about Severus, I have a very good lead to where one of them resides."
"Albus!" The potions master snapped at the man. "The bloody term is Horcrux, use it and do not give me that look. I already told Harry about the bloody prophecy so unless there more to it than you let me know after I came to you he knows. Stop hiding things, you're just as bad as he is."
"Severus!" Dumbledore looked absolutely shocked. "I'm nothing like him, it's just that Harry here is still a child, there so much he doesn't need to be burdened with yet."
"I'm not a child headmaster." Harry argued, sitting up straighter. "With all due respect, I'm the one who has been fighting Voldemort for close to five years now and every secret you keep only makes it harder for me."
"I'm telling you all you need to know." Dumbledore replied stubbornly. "Very well Severus, I see that you're in good hands and I will speak to you more when you are feeling better." Albus wrapped his robes around him and glided out of the room without another look.
Snape cursed vilely as the old bastard left. "Senile half-mad old idiot Gryffindor."
Pansy's face poked around the door just then. "Glad to hear you feel better Professor. You must if you're insulting the headmaster again."
"Miss Parkinson, were you sent to see if the way was clear?"
"Oh no. Ronald, Draco, and Longbottom are getting yelled at from various floos by their mothers, well grandmother in Longbottom's case, and I escaped before Lady Malfoy could turn her attention to me." She looked over at Harry. "I expect you'll be receiving a Howler or two Potter."
"Great." Harry said sarcastically. "Thank you for the warning Pansy, I should be getting used to them by now but for some reason they are just as unpleasant every single time." He turned green eyes on Snape. "And what's with the Gryffindor bashing? I'm a Gryffindor remember..."
Severus' lips turned up to a soft smile. "True but you're a Gryffindor with some small measure of sense...some of the time."
Pansy laughed and moved over to press a kiss to her Head of House's cheek. "I am very glad Potter had that vision Professor. Slytherin House would miss you greatly. Besides we all have a little Gryffindor in us from time to time." She then moved to Harry and kissed his scar and gave him a hug, whispering to him, "Thank you, for loving him and saving him." She stepped back and gave them a cheeky grin. "I'm going to tell the snakes that you're back Professor." Then she left the hospital wing.
Harry was flustered and blushing after Pansy's words. At the same time it felt really good to have it all in the open. Harry was not ashamed of loving Snape, not at all. "I'm glad you're okay too, that you're safe for now. I couldn't do without you Severus."
The older man met his eyes. "That goes both ways so next time you indulge in your hero-complex keep that in mind." It was said lightly, a gentle tease meant to elicit a smile.
Poppy finished with the wounds on his back and helped him to lay down, hiding her own smile at these two idiots. "The bone knitting spell will finish in an hour, until then don't even move your hands. Mr. Potter I assume you can attend to his basic needs then?"
"Absolutely, I will make sure he doesn't move as much as a muscle before he's allowed to." Harry answered seriously but with a gleam in his eyes as he watched Severus. "I'll get him anything he needs and I promise to come get you if you're needed but for now I wouldn't want to keep you from your bed any longer."
"Good lad. There's a pair of Hufflepuffs over there," she pointed to a corner that was curtained off, "who ran afoul of bubotuber pus so don't talk too loudly." She reached out and pat him on the head before bustling off to get some sleep.
Harry dragged the chair even closer and leaned his head so that he could rest it on Snape's chest. He looked up at the face of his loved one and felt a tremor of fear at how close he had come to lose him forever. "I guess we're not much of a secret anymore...I'm glad, I want to show you off and love you in the open, and know you have no reason not to let me spend the nights." Harry gave him a smile tinged by just a bit of naughtiness. Everything came crashing down now that he knew that Severus was there and that he would be okay. Harry felt both giddy and emotionally drained and it left him feeling almost high.
The older man gave him a smile. "Minx. Come up here."
Smiling back Harry moved his head so that he could press his lips softly against Severus'. "This will have to do until you're fully healed. I'm not going to hurt you more." Harry whispered more kisses over Snape's face.
Severus turned his head to capture Harry's lips a second time, nipping at the youth's bottom lip. "There. That should hold me." He nudged the edge of Harry's jaw with his nose. "I intend to rest, you do the same Harry."
"I will Severus, you just sleep and get better." Harry got up from the chair he was sitting on and transfigured the rickety thing to a large, plush armchair. He curled up in it and pulled his robes around him like a blanket, making sure that Anguis was warm and comfortable where she lay wrapped around him. Harry took one of Snape's hands in his own and finally allowed his eyes to fall shut.
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The next morning Hermione poked her head into the hospital ward, smiling at the sight of Harry's head resting on the bed beside Snape and the professor's long fingers carding through her sleeping friend's hair, the normally icy cold black eyes warm and soft on Harry's face. She looked back over her shoulder at Draco and nodded, signaling him that it was okay to come in. They'd not come last night because Lady Malfoy had actually flooed through to chew them both out, though she had also been oddly approving after the maternal backlash had been released. Narcissa's chewing out had been nothing compared to the strip Molly Weasley had torn off Ron nor the cold fury Neville's gran had displayed though so Hermione counted them lucky. Draco's mother had ordered them both to bed immediately after the biting off of their heads so this was the first chance they'd had to check on Snape and Harry however.
Draco followed Hermione through the door and forward to the bed where his head of house was resting. They walked softly so that they wouldn’t disturb the other people resting in the infirmary and made it to Snape. "It's good to see that you're feeling better professor." Draco said formally though he was extremely relieved to see that his godfather would be okay.
The dark man eyed Draco with amusement. He did look much better, the worst of his injuries were healing with no difficulty and his fingers had knit perfectly. It would seem as though all he would be left with was a few new scars, including one where the gash rested high on his cheek. "Well you remain in one piece, how surprising. I was certain Narcissa would skin you alive."
"Mother was not happy, although it could have been much worse. I believe she was proud too. I know she wanted you saved and there is no love lost between her and father." Draco smiled at the potions master.
Harry awoke with a start and stumbled to his feet ready to fight before he blinked several times and realized that there was no danger. He sat down again a bit sheepishly. "Oh, good morning." He spoke to them all but his eyes were resting on the man in the bed.
Snape lifted a brow and reached out to trace his fingers over Harry's cheek. "Good morning Mr. Potter." A gentle teasing light was in the older man's eyes. "I'm glad you did get rest."
Anguis slithered grumpily out from Harry's shirt and curled around and around the potion master's arm, up to his shoulder, flicking her tongue out and testing his scent. "Guardian's mate needs to get out of this sick room soon. Not good for Guardian to be sleeping in the small chair."
"It's okay little one, I'm okay. The chair was just for one night." Harry answered Anguis as he stroked his finger along her back. "I'm sorry I was asleep when you woke, do you need anything?"
Oh Merlin but Potter was smitten. Draco almost felt embarrassed just watching the love that shone in his eyes as he watched Snape. He was happy for them but it was slightly disturbing watching his godfather and childhood enemy making moony eyes at one and other.
Hermione chuckled and looped her arm through Draco's, leaning up to kiss his cheek and knowing exactly what he was thinking. "I'm sure you'll grow accustomed to it eventually."
Severus shook his head. "No I'm fine Harry. The bone knitting spells finished and know it is only a matter of time for the dittany and salves to do their work on the cuts. Do not apologize for getting rest, you were exhausted."
"And considering the insane little rescue operation that he took part in so should he be." Narcissa Malfoy clipped in with short steps and stood over Harry, hands on her hips and looked down at him with narrow blue eyes.
Green eyes widened almost comically and Harry shrunk back in the chair. "Hello lady Malfoy, how lovely it is to see you again." Harry gave her a shaky smile.
"Mother, what are you still doing here?" Draco's voice was baffled. He had to admit though that the sight of Potter cowering from his mother was highly amusing.
She gave her son a sidelong glance. "Professor Dumbledore feels it would be safer for me here than at Grimmauld Place considering recent events." She turned her piercing gaze back to Harry and studied him for several long moments before reaching out and taking him into a gentle embrace. "You rush in where angels fear to tread Harry but I am...glad you were able to save Severus." She released him then turned her attention to Snape, hands on her hips once more. "Well?"
Snape reached over and picked up the water glass on the bedside tray, taking a sip. "What is it you're asking Narcissa?"
"How you got caught off guard after swearing to be careful you berk." She then went into a tirade over him getting captured in the first place.
Harry was shellshocked from the hug, he had expected to be yelled at and maybe even worse, now he wasn't sure how to react.
"Oh mother, you can't blame Snape for being caught off guard like that. How could anyone have known that Crabbe and Goyle had told?" Draco's eyes dimmed. He mourned them in a way, he mourned the people they had been.
She humphed. "What I would like to know is how they got away from the Aurors. Attempted rape is a serious offense, they were escorted by Aurors to the Ministry jail yes?"
Snape nodded. "Yes and that, is a very good question. They should have been-" he broke off with a sharp hiss as pain suddenly tore through his body originating from the Dark Mark on his arm.
"Are you alright? What's happening?" Harry was by his side in an instant, stroking his fingers through Snape's hair and watching him worriedly.
"I- augh!" Snape doubled over, clutching his arm. Narcissa moved to his side and exposed the dark mark, inhaling sharply when she saw the sickly green lines that were leading from it up his arm. She looked up at her son and Hermione. "Draco get the headmaster now, tell him to bring his phoenix. Hermione you go get Flitwick. Harry you can get into Severus' quarters and lab yes?"
Harry nodded, his face stark white as he watched the poison green lines spread further. "Tell me what you need."
Draco and Hermione were already on their feet running to get Dumbledore and Flitwick as quickly as they could. From the look of things every minute counted.
Narcissa cast a spell to slow the spread of the killing magic leeching from the dark mark into Snape's system. "Size four cauldron, gold stirring rod, fully stocked preparation station, basilisk skin, if he has any from an adult that would be best but a juvenile will work, Helleborus Niger, silver rowan leaf buds, blue sea salt, scarab husks, and unicorn horn shavings."
"Got it." Harry was off his feet and out the door almost before Narcissa had finished speaking.
It wasn't long before Draco and Dumbledore came rushing in. Dumbledore looked unusually grim as he approached the bed, Fawkes perched upon his shoulder.
Draco watched Dumbledore and Narcissa talk as Snape writhed in pain and he cursed Voldemort and his vindictiveness under his breath.
Hermione rushed in with Flitwick, who was by Snape's side faster than anyone thought he could move. "Lady Malfoy, what am I needed for?"
"You are the best at charmwork, if Dumbledore and I can get the poison magic neutralized we need to get the Dark Mark removed or it will kill him one way or another. I've sent Harry for potion supplies from Severus' lab, he should be back soon. My son will help me prepare the potion."
The small wizard nodded and moved to examine the mark.
Dumbledore was looking at the mark too as he waited for Harry to come, it did not look good at all, there wasn't much time left.
Harry burst through the doors, out of breath and carrying the burden in his arms. He dumped everything on the floor by Snape's bed and sorted through the ingredients to make sure he had remembered everything. "What can I do now?"
Narcissa interrupted Dumbledore before he could tell Harry to go, "Sit behind him, talk to him, hold him. Keep him fighting." She created a potions table and quickly put everything to make the antidote potion on top of it. "Draco come here and help me. Grind the sea salt into powder while I slice the skin."
Hermione gnawed on her bottom lip and wrapped her arms around herself as organized chaos bloomed in the space around Snape's bed. There wasn't anything she was capable of doing here and she felt awful just standing around while her best friend could lose the man he was in love with.
"Hermione, can you help me here, keep the bowls steady and help me keep the measurements? I have to make sure it's the exact amount." Draco called out to her and blew his blond hair out of his eyes as he ground the salt into a fine sparkly powder.
Harry was brushing the sweat soaked hair out of Snape's face and whispered loving words into his ears, begging him to fight and not leave him.
Hermione practically leaped to assist while Flitwick frowned at the diagnostic spell he'd pulled up for the mark's composition. Severus could barely register what was happening around him, the agony worse that even the Cruciatus, but he could feel the gentle hands of his lover and hear his voice though his mind was too clouded by pain to understand the words. Narcissa sliced, dropped things into the potion, stirred, and carefully created the complicated brew. At the very end, when she'd stirred a final time, she turned to the phoenix and inclined her head. "Please, some tears for the potion?"
The bird leaned it's beak over the edge of the cauldron, letting a few tears drip into the potion, turning it a stunning silvery white. Narcissa scooped a dose up into a crystal phial and went to the bed. "Harry tilt his head back and help me get him to drink this."
Nodding Harry gently tilted Snape's head back, caressing his cheeks as he did it. "Come on Severus, drink this now, it will make you better." Harry spoke softly and poured some of the potion into Snape's mouth. "Just swallow."
Draco wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist and pulled her close as he watched, feeling completely helpless.
Fawkes released a note of phoenix song and Severus found his throat relaxing, the cool potion making it's way down. He shivered as more was given him and then fell unconscious in Harry's arms.
Narcissa looked to Dumbledore. "Can you freeze the spell causing the poison or is it only the removal of the mark that will stop it?"
"I fear it has gone too far for a freeze spell, the best I can do with that is slow it down minutely." Dumbledore sounded very somber as he ran his fingers through his long beard. "We need to find a way to remove the mark, a way that won't kill Severus as we do it."
Harry looked up in fear. "Kill him?"
"Yes my boy, the mark is not meant to be removed. Lord Voldemort is not one to give up what he sees as his."
Narcissa shook her head once, fiercely. "I am not going to let him die. Professor Flitwick your thoughts?"
The almost dwarvish man frowned. "It is based on a Protean Charm but there are other spells laced with it. Loyalty charm, compulsion charm, a power drain charm, and a backlash spell. I can't see the way they intertwine the way a spellcrafter can and Headmaster, no offense intended but your ability to look at the magical fabric has been impaired."
Dumbledore looked as if he wanted to argue for a moment but settled for nodding shortly.
"Excuse me professors, maybe I can help..." Harry spoke up. He had no idea if he was ready for something like this but he wasn't going to just sit by as Severus slipped away, he had to try. "Professor Snape has been teaching me a little bit about spell weaving and how you see spell fabrics. With your help professor Flitwick, maybe we can figure it out together?"
Everyone looked at Harry in shock then Flitwick asked carefully. "You can see the weave of a spell? Can you manipulate the fabric threads?"
"You mean move them around? Untangle them and weave them with others?" Harry thought about his mental web and how he saw the threads. "I should be able to yes...With a bit of luck."
Dumbledore's eyes were narrowed, they might have use for it now but he wasn't too fond of being surprised like this.
Flitwick nodded. "Good then. That will help. I'm afraid we'll need all the luck we can get for this. Harry look at the Dark Mark, at the spellwork of it and tell me exactly what you see in detail."
Harry grasped Snape's arm and looked at the Dark Mark, concentrating on the spells behind the slithering snake and grinning skull. "The web looks fractured, the threads twisted against their purpose." He saw the threads in colors of green, and black with flashes of crimson woven in here and there. It sort of looked as a ruptured spiderweb linked together with spell threads in the broken places.
"Alright we need to stop the backlash spell first. It should be a crimson thread. You need to untangle it and slip it free of the web."
Harry nodded and gritted his teeth as he slowly, very slowly started to inch the crimson thread out of the weave. He was careful not to jostle the other threads, making sure that they stayed in place as he untangled the red one. "Okay, it's loose. What do I do now?"
Narcissa looked down at Severus' arm, smiling when she saw that the vivid green poison lines were retreating and the potions master was relaxing even more.
"Next is the draining spell. That is what keeps the mark anchored to Severus, without it the mark can be removed and canceled with Finite Incantatum. It will be a thread that actually wraps around the magical vein in Severus' arm. It should be a sickly violet color."
Straining Harry tried to find the violet thread and finally found it hiding behind the other threads, twisting itself in and out of the weave almost everywhere. This thread was much more difficult to untangle and Harry felt sweat pour off him as he worked the thread as carefully as he could. There were several times when it felt as if it would snap but he managed to keep it whole by backing off and starting from the beginning again. After what felt as forever he had managed to separate the violet thread from the others. "It's done." He gasped out.
Flitwick inhaled slowly. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure." Harry opened intense green eyes and locked them on the tiny professor. "I would never gamble with Severus safety."
"I believe that you wouldn't but I would be remiss not to double check." The Charms Professor held his wand over the Dark Mark and took the plunge with a swish and flick. "Finite Incantatem." The mark seemed to peel off Severus' arm and dissipate like some sort of foul smoke, leaving only unmarred pale white skin behind. "It's done."
Harry slumped back in relief and pressed a kiss against the pale skin where the mark had been. He was so tired that the world was spinning but all he felt was relief.
"Will Professor Snape be alright now?" Draco asked, feeling a little impressed against his will with Potter's skill.
Narcissa moved to coax Harry to lay down beside Snape, shooting Dumbledore a vicious look that warned him not to make so much as a peep against that arrangement. She pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead. "Rest Harry. You've more than earned it." She then turned to look at her son. "It depends on how successful we were in getting the potion into him before any permanent damage was done. We'll know when he wakes but for now, we should all leave them to rest."
Flitwick nodded. "Yes, sleep under Poppy's watchful eye is what they need now."
Narcissa flicked her wand at the temporary potion set-up and had it moving out of anyone's way. When Harry woke she'd help him bring the materials back to Severus' lab but for now, "Let's go, all of us." She proceeded to shoo all the human beings out of the room. Fawkes, much to everyone’s surprise, flapped over to perch on the railing of the bed and would not be moved after a brief stare down with Anguis that ended in the both of them accepting the other's presence.
"Is it really proper to leave a student like that? Wouldn't Harry be more comfortable in his own bed?" Dumbledore tried to speak up but was soon quieted by Narcissa and a slightly vicious glare from Poppy. With a sigh he left the boy where he was and left the infirmary.
Harry heard them go but he didn't have the energy to say or do anything. He just shifted his head so that he could hear the steady thumping of Severus heart and felt his eyes drift shut.
Fawkes cooed a soft sweet melody to ensure sweet dreams for both the exhausted warriors and settled himself to assist the basilisk in standing guard.
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