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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

Chapter 63

Kathy�s eyes snapped open when she recognised the voice. Once again memories flooded her mind, assaulting her incessantly as she tried to focus on the dark haired wizard sitting on her bed. �Se� Severus? Is it really you?� She could hardly believe what she was seeing. Who she was seeing. She�d lived the last year and a half in a kind of other worldliness, never one hundred percent sure that her life as it was, was actually real. Always the sense that something, or someone was missing, that she lacked something, that what she saw around her wasn�t right, didn�t fit properly into what she knew, or didn�t.

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Severus was in shock for several minutes after he felt the pain and poison drawn from his system. He could feel the blood circulating through his veins, pumping through his heart. His mind unfogged and his eyes cleared to show him a view of a ceiling. He knew it wasn�t the ceiling in the Shrieking Shack, it was too white, too clean, too whole. And he felt more alive than he�d felt since he was� when? He couldn�t ever remember feeling this good, this healthy. A new energy coursed through him and he couldn�t figure how it had come about. He was meant to be dead wasn�t he?

Severus moved, there was an uncomfortable lump under his back and it was digging in, causing him to ache.

Rolling to his side he realised where he was, and who he�d been laying on and why.

�Kathy. Dear Gods what have you done?� He cried brokenly.

Getting to his hands and knees he crawled to her side, unfolding her legs from under her body and pulling her head into his arms.

He knew what she�d done, but how she knew to do so was as yet beyond him. In the process of healing him however, she�d exhausted herself. It should not have been possible for her to do what she did, bringing him back from the brink of death as she did. No one had ever survived Nagini�s bite. Her venom was just too powerful, too toxic.

Getting to his feet, he gathered her into his arms and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom. He had a vague memory of her wish for a bungalow one day. Well this was the best they could do, but at least there were only fourteen steps, unlike at Hogwarts.
His magic was once again at a premium and a simple flick of his finger pulled the bedclothes back so he could lay her in the bed. A wave of his hand and she was undressed, another and she was garbed in the cotton nightgown lying at the bottom of the bed.

He pulled the covers over her gently and placed a soft kiss on her head.

A broken whisper of �Thank you.� before he left the room, pulling the door partway closed and going downstairs.
A clock on the mantle told him it was almost one-thirty in the morning, but he felt wide awake, and hungry. Entering the kitchen he immediately noticed the now cool pies. He took a couple of each and put the kettle on to boil. The teapot was all ready and waiting on a tray with a cup, saucer, and teaspoon a small jug of milk, and a bowl of sugar. Obviously she�d been busy when he first arrived. There was also a cup of cold tea on the small kitchen table so she must have been about to drink it when he arrived unexpectedly. He couldn�t remember arriving, or even what caused him to come here. He remembered the bite, Gods, he�d never felt anything so painful and terrifying at once. For a moment he thought he recalled seeing the Potter boy, but he couldn�t have done, it must have been his imagination.

As he sat in the cosy living room, eating the pies and drinking his tea, he wondered what the outcome of yesterdays final confrontation had been. Had there been a confrontation? Did Potter win, or the Dark Lord? Maybe it was still going on, or maybe they hadn�t got that far yet. Maybe it never would. Severus found he didn�t really care at the moment. He was dead wasn�t he? At least the Dark Lord believed he was. That meant no more being summonsed. There was no way he could return to the wizarding world, he was still a wanted man, a murderer in the eyes of all who knew him or of him.

He thought hard on the last few minutes of his life before he came here. Maybe Potter really had been there, and Granger and Weasley. If they had, and they still lived, they would confirm he was dead. Wouldn�t they? But there would be no body. Would they still be believed without the evidence of his corpse. Hell he was the boy wonder. The I can do no wrong saintly Potter. Of course they would believe him. If Potter was still alive.
Would Kathy allow him to stay here with her? Damn, the Order knew of this place, it was likely that once the smoke lifted they would continue to monitor her home.. He doubted the Weasley twins would be able to keep away. They�d probably want to deliver the weekly potions in person.

So many thoughts, ideas, and options flitted through his head.
The sun was rising through the kitchen window when he eventually yawned, removed his boots, and made himself comfortable-ish on the sofa. It was too short for his long frame, and too narrow for him to find a secure position. When he landed on the floor with a thump after finally falling asleep, he scowled and made his way upstairs. Well it wasn�t as if they hadn�t shared a bed before.
As soon as he entered the bedroom he knew something was wrong. Kathy�s pallor had taken on a sickly yellow colour, her breath rattled in her throat, and he could see the sheen of sweat on her skin. When he touched her she was cold, icy cold.

He recognised the symptoms, he�d seen it enough times. Hell he�d endure them himself when Nagini bit him.
Suddenly he remembered what he�d been told about when she healed the unicorn. Hagrid said she�d run to a tree, she needed something living to rid herself of the disease she�d taken from it. Now she was dying from the venom she�d taken from him.
Pulling the covers back, he snatched her roughly from the bed and dashed with her down the stairs, through the living room and kitchen and out the back door into the garden. Damn. Not even a blasted bush.

Not knowing what else to do, he laid her down on the soil and ripped her clothes from her. He literally pressed her into the dirt, willing whatever was killing her to leave, to enter the earth.

�Pleasepleaseplease.� He breathed at her. �Come on Kathy, let it go, don�t die on me now. Not after you saved me.� He cajoled, grinding his words out. �Give it to the fucking dirt, get rid of it.� He growled, scooping handfuls of the stuff and practically covering her with it.
As he watched, her eyelids fluttered slightly, then her fingers scratched lightly into the soil. Slowly, too slowly for Severus, she began to rid herself of the poison she�d taken from him. The yellow tinge faded from her skin, to be replaced by a more normal colour. Even with all the dirt on her he could tell she was improving.

He neither knew nor cared at that time if anyone could see them, so long as she was alright it didn�t matter.

It took about ten minutes for Kathy to exorcize the poison from her system, but to Severus it felt like hours. Hours during which he cursed himself for somehow making his way back here.

Even when he was sure she was in the clear, he kept her there for a while longer, needing to be certain in his own mind that she would be okay before he brought her back inside.
Every cabbage, potato plant and flower in the garden shrivelled and died as though an invisible blight had suddenly struck.

She remained unconscious as he scourgify her and repaired the nightgown he�d torn from her body before settling her back in the bed.
He stripped down to his boxers and considered transfiguring one of her nightgowns into a nightshirt for himself, then decided he couldn�t be bothered and slipped in beside her.
After she�d healed the unicorn, Kathy had slept for a couple of days, so he figured she would sleep for at least that long after healing him the way she did. Secure in that knowledge, he had no qualms about spooning into her back and snuggling close. He wrapped one arm around her waist and his top leg over her thigh and fell easily into a contented sleep.
When he woke around midday, he instinctively pressed his erection into the soft cleft of Kathy�s bare bum. Her nightgown had ridden up as they slept and only his boxers lay between him and heaven right now. �Mmm.� He moaned, relishing in the delicious feeling it created when he moved his hips slightly. That tiny bit of friction was almost enough to make him want to pull down his boxers and just fuck her, even if she was asleep.

With great effort, he refrained. He wanted her so much, but he wanted her a willing participant when he did. Reluctantly he rolled over and climbed out the bed. He headed for the tiny bathroom, emptied his bladder, then drew the curtain across the bathtub. Thankfully Minerva or Filius had seen fit to install a shower over the bath. He washed the dried blood and dirt from his hair and body, watching as it mixed with the soap suds and water running the length of the tub and swirling down the plug hole.

Once he was dry he waved his hand, wandlessly clearing the steam from the bathroom and looking in the mirror at his neck. He was surprised to find it completely healed. Other than being an ugly pinkish colour and feeling a bit tender, the wound might have been several months old.

He should really have showered after putting Kathy to bed, but at the time cleanliness was the last thing on his mind. Too much had happened in such a short space of time. Plus she�d left those delicious pies in the kitchen, they were a distraction for a start, once he�d eaten his fill and began reflecting on recent events, time seemed to pass him by until the sunlight hitting his eyes reminded him he was tired.

His first shock was when he re entered the bedroom and discovered there were no clean clothes for him. He didn�t feel like wearing the ones he arrived in, they were filthy and soaked in his blood. Damn, there were no elves here either, which meant he was going to have to attempt cleaning them himself.

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