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Slanaighear Ofrail An Seangharra	By : pittwitch Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5226 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Orra hustled back to Snape’s side, unbuttoning his coat to examine his wounds more closely.

“He must be injured elsewhere,” she whispered urgently.

Aideen skipped to her side to help. “Why do you say that?”

“The elixir Albus gave me should have healed him completely.”

“What was that junk anyway?” asked Kellyn as she too moved to Snape’s feet to remove his boots.

“Albus claimed it was phoenix’ tears,” chuckled Orra softly. “As if such things exist.”

“Orra, suspend thy disbelief. After all we saw that man do …” Aideen chided her friend as softly as possible.

“I suppose you are right.” Orra finally managed to free Snape from his jacket and tugged it from his arms. She revealed a horrific sight. His once pristinely perfect white cotton shirt was drenched in blood, some old, russet in color, some in a newer, fresher hue of bright red.

“There must be another wound!” Aideen screeched, her fingers tearing into the small white buttons on the front of his shirt.

“I told you we shouldn’t leave him alone,” Orra lamented, “there is no more of the elixir.”

“You’ll have to lay hands on him,” Kellyn stated matter-of-factly. Orra growled in response.

“We should take him into your bed and stretch him out and examine him more closely,” Aideen concluded with a tiny hint of a spark in her eye.

“I can imagine what you want to examine, Aideen,” Kellyn snapped.

“Me too, but she has a point. He might have more wounds we can’t see out here.” Orra stood up. She stared hard at Kellyn. “Bring him in.”

Orra spun on one heel, and sped into her bedroom, stripping the bed of all blankets in one violent thrash of her arm. She tossed the pillows across the mattress onto an armchair. Aideen and Kellyn maneuvered the once more lightened body through the narrow doorway, moving to settle him on the bed. Orra ducked into her washroom for a basin, hot water, and towels, lots of towels.

“Strip him,” Orra commanded, dipping the softest flannel she found into the water to wash away the dried blood pooled around his throat. Removing Snape’s trousers required the double force of Kellyn and Aideen tugging from the foot of the bed.

“Damn. Dead bodies have been easier to deal with …” Kellyn huffed.

“Only because you just cut off their clothes,” Aideen sniped, pushing tendrils of hair out of her eyes with her forearm. A strange little smirk passed over her face as her gaze travelled from his toes along his long white legs stopping over his brilliantly white cotton-clad crotch.

“Tighty whities,” she whispered with a hint of a giggle.

“AIDEEN!” two voices hissed disapprovingly in stereo.

“Mother of mercy,” Orra swore, dropping on to the bed next to the body.

“What is it?” Kellyn asked as she moved around to the opposite side to begin working at Snape’s cuffs.

“Another puncture, only partially healed.”

“What in the name of hell could do something like that?” Aideen settled on the bed near Snape’s knees. Her hand rested on his calf; she found him to be ice cold. Aideen peered around the room, looking for a coverlet. Springing to her feet, she only half listened to Orra’s hypothesis.

She spread the sage green coverlet over the man’s legs, lost in her own thoughts.

“Animal?” Kellyn’s voice interrupted Aideen’s musings, “What kind of animal could leave something that deep?”

“A big one,” Aideen added sagely as she picked up a cloth and began to wipe away the dried blood on Snape’s chest.

“Aye, really big.” Kellyn followed suit, her angry eyes never leaving Orra’s nimble fingers as they gently probed the wound.

“We’ll have to do this our way,” Orra finally concluded.

“I think you are right,” Kellyn added as she rose, making to leave the room. Aideen followed her out.

Momentarily, they returned with their instruments. Kellyn dumped the remaining pillows off the armchair and settled into its overstuffed comfortableness to tweak her guitar’s tuning. Aideen plucked her strings, then drew her bow softly across them, eyes raised to lock on Kellyn’s. Together, without speaking, they began the same song. As the music whirled around the room, Orra began to sway, singing along. As she felt the power grow, she brought her hands together, rubbing them until a faint glow appeared between her palms.

Orra cradled the bluish-white light orb in her hands as she knelt on floor next to the unconscious man. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder, clearing her vision while still singing, laid her hands on his neck, hands parting to push the light into his skin, fingers and thumbs forming a heart-shape around the puncture. Under her touch, Snape’s skin began to mesh, to reform, gurgling blood spilled out from the depths of the puncture. Orra trembled with exertion from maintaining the contact. The body of the man underneath her hands trembled, muscles spasming, breath gargling in his throat. Obsidian eyes flew open; Orra was thrown backwards by one panicked arm. Snape started to growl; his voice trapped deep in his throat. Orra collected herself to return to his side. She lay soft fingers on his lips. Shaking her head, she spoke gently to the obviously distressed man.

“Do not try to speak yet. There was a wound quite close to your vocal chords.”

Puffing near-panicked breaths through his nose, Snape nodded. Kellyn and Aideen tiptoed closer to peer down at him.

“Oi, one of you go fetch that rolled up scroll thing,” Orra snapped. “It probably has a few answers for our guest here.”

Aideen flurried from the room, skittering on the wooden floor of the sitting room, screeching as she did, “I don’t see it.”

Orra rolled her eyes and then tried to smile reassuringly at the man beneath her hand. Kellyn tromped out to help Aideen, grumbling incoherently under her breath. She eased off the floor on shaky legs, promptly plopping down next to him.

“My friends,” Orra explained with a small shrug.

“There it is, under the table,” Kellyn exclaimed triumphantly. “No, not there you dolt, beside your foot,” she complained at Aideen.

“Got you now!” Aideen raised the ivory parchment victoriously over her head.

Orra stifled a giggle and rolled her eyes again for Snape’s benefit. For his part, he remained stock-still, unsure exactly what protocol to follow for finding himself stripped nearly naked, in a strange place, with a strange woman practically on top of him, with two other strange women fighting over a scroll, when he for all intents and purposes, thought he should be dead.

Aideen and Kellyn crashed through the door, handing the parchment to Orra, who slipped it into Snape’s hand.

“We’ll leave you be while you read. I think I need a cuppa.” Orra winked, patted his arm reassuringly and shooed her friends from the room.

“Tea? I don’t want tea. How about coffee?” Aideen asked playfully.

“Coffee? Why don’t we just skip the bloody coffee and drink the damn whiskey straight?” Kellyn countered.

“Brilliant idea, ‘Llyn,” Orra concluded, reaching onto a shelf for the bottle.

Severus:

I believe you are now in the care of three most marvelous ladies. This is my gift to you. They are quite talented healers. They were also very tolerant of my quirk of magic and understanding of differences. I have charged them with your protection and health until such time as you are able to care for yourself once again. You are safe with them. Well, safe from the dangers of our world. I wouldn’t turn my back on the tiny little blonde spitfire. She’s a sneaky one who likes men, a lot. Kellyn, the tall brunette, is gifted with a blade, though, I hope you will only see her talents there in your own defense. Orra has the gift of touch. She can heal whatever my magic could not. Enjoy their company, my dear boy. They know nothing more than you are my friend. With them, you have a whole new world. You may, of course, choose to return to our world as well. After delivering you to this little safe haven, Fawkes will have delivered a full accounting of our agreement to both Minerva and whomever happens to assume the auspicious position of Chief Mugwump.

Perhaps, while you are there, you might help Orra with some of her memories. She has endured much in her lifetime as well. I found her to be incredibly difficult to read and extraordinarily well-guarded. I know you love a challenging puzzle.

Albus

“What the fuck?” Snape swore in his own thoughts, re-reading the muddling missive again.

The three ladies tumbled back into the small room. They carried with them four mugs and a large bottle of some amber liquid. They paused, waiting for his signal to enter completely. He inclined his head, re-rolling the parchment tightly. Aideen and Kellyn settled at the foot of the bed. Orra stepped up to help him sit up more comfortably. She handed him a pottery mug then took hers from Kellyn. Aideen poured the whiskey liberally.

“Céad Mile Fáilte.” All three women raised their mugs to salute the still bewildered looking man.

“One hundred thousand welcomes,” Orra translated as her friends downed their take in one go, refilling before either she or Snape drank at all.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, welcome, welcome. More whiskey,” Kellyn demanded.

Orra gave in, laughing and drank her portion straight down as well. Snape eyed the three fetching beauties strewn across his legs, saluted them with his glass then drank as well. He choked on the fiery liquid as it passed the still raw places in his throat, coughing and then pulling himself together with an obvious shiver.

“He’s cold, Orra. Give ‘im something clean to put on.” Kellyn commanded from her now more reposed position against the foot board.

“Here,” Aideen exclaimed triumphantly. “A nice shirt just waiting for him.”

“NO!” Orra barked sharply. Aideen jumped in surprise, still clutching the plain white v-necked t-shirt. Three sets of eyes focused on the redheaded woman as she snatched the garment from Aideen, rolling it in a wad before stuffing it in a drawer.

She glowered at the shocked blonde menacingly as she yanked a soft heather grey shirt from the neighboring drawer.

“This one is clean.” Orra sniffed haughtily, as if that explained everything in a perfectly rational manner. She helped Snape slide it over his head, and put his arms through the sleeves as well.

“Oi, you, d’you think ya can talk yet?” Kellyn slurred slightly, now working on her third helping of whiskey.

Snape coolly arched one eyebrow in her direction while clearing his throat as a test. In a gruff voice, he answered her rudely asked question, “Yes.”

Aideen jumped up and clapped her hands. “We did it. We did it.” She proceeded to dance a happy little victory jig.

“Indeed,” Snape sniped.
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