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Please, Release Me!	By : Severus1snape Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Neville Views: 17663 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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”My Lord I have not been able to track down Potter. All I know is that he took Granger and the youngest Weasley male with him somewhere.” He paused without looking up to meet Voldemort’s eyes, knowing this would not be favorable. “Maybe they simply ran away. It wouldn´t be the first time Gryffindor bravery failed someone.” He drawled.
The snake-like creature, formerly known as Tom Marvolo Riddle, walked silently and almost casually about, as if he had not just tortured three of his own allies for failing to meet his demands.
His gaze rested on Severus for a moment before commenting on his statement. “Ssseverusss, my friend, you and I both know that Potter would never do sssuch a thing. You sssaid it yourssself, he cravesss the ssspotlight I myssself have been foolisssh enough to cassst upon him.”
He has always hated to be famous, but I would never give you the pleasure of knowing that, you bastard. Severus thought.
“Perhapsss I need to offer you a reminder of what isss at ssstake here Ssseverusss? Jussst to make you try harder.” Voldemort lowered his wand towards the kneeling potions master.
Don´t bite down; protect your tongue. “Crusssio.” Severus fell over onto the wet and soiled ground twitching in agony and grave pain, trying his best to control his mouth. Many years of practice as the plaything of Voldemort´s rage had taught him a technique to lessen the pain somewhat, not that he was in any way near immune, no one was.
The pain ceased to exist after what felt like hours, but really was perhaps only ten very long minutes, and Voldemort moved on to Crabbe, before excusing Severus from the rest of the meeting.
He limped away biting down hard to force himself to not make any noises that would reveal his weaknesses, knowing that if Voldemort heard him he might consider it ´fun´ to resume with his punishment. He had learned that the hard way throughout the years.
Dealing with this kind of meetings for years had made the man short tempered, anyone of his students could agree to that, but then again who the hell wouldn´t be. It really was nothing short of a miracle that Severus was still on ´good´s´ side.
FUCK. He leaned against the front door to the small muggle apartment he had been forced to rent for shelter after being on the run. After all, the Ministry knew where his house was located so that kind of ruled that out for now. His visions blurred and he almost collapsed right then and there.
He somehow managed to find his key, unlock the door and get inside before hitting the floor. Fuck, I need to get up. These cuts on my thigh and stomach are bound to make me bleed to death if I don´t heal them. Dealing with his injuries alone was a new ordeal for Severus, prior to this he had always had Albus to that sort of thing, only the major injuries mind you, he would never ask anyone for help, not if he could help it. Now after the murder of Albus he was all alone with his pain and his injuries.
He tried getting up a couple of times, but to no use, the pain was too severe and his blood loss was beginning to make him loose consciousness. I need help.
He turned over to his back knowing that the blood would run more freely in doing so, but he had to get to his wand. With much difficulty he grabbed on to it, and with the last piece of energy he could muster up sent his patronus for help, knowing someone might recognize it or even worse it might not be answered. He had not been able to speak any words, so he hoped that whoever found his patronus would have the sense to follow it back here.
He embraced the darkness seconds after, after having managed to cast a minor charm to make the blood flow at minimum speed. Hoping that it would be enough.
*
White light shone in the distance outside the Longbottom house where the three young Gryffindors sat and enjoyed a couple of butter beers in the cool breeze of early afternoon, just inside the wards that Augusta had placed upon the grounds before heading out to visit the neighbor.
They were laughing and talking about next week´s plans where the girls had agreed to come to their joined birthday party. Two weeks had already flown by since they had left their sixth year at Hogwarts behind. Yesterday had been Dean´s 17th birthday and Augusta had presented a meal to them which would have made the Malfoy heir´s house elves look like amateur cooks.
Two weeks where Neville had had dreams about Severus every damn night, he praised himself lucky to not share a bedroom with Seamus and Dean. They had taken the guest room together, and it seemed only fair when they were the ones who invaded the Longbottom house they had said.
“What´s that?” Dean pointed at the light travelling towards them. They all got up making sure to stay behind the wards.
“Looks like a Patronus charm.” Seamus stated when it came nearer still.
“It´s a doe.” Dean said. “Do we know anyone with that kind of patronus?” He looked to his friends for answers.
Neville froze, he knew that doe. Severus. What is it doing here of all places? Surely he knew how dangerous it would be to send it here. He must be in trouble. He gulped. “I know who cast that one.” He admitted and paled when his friends waited for him to go on.
The doe stood just inches away from the wards waiting for Neville to react. He took a deep breath. What the hell am I going to do? If I tell them about the doe, they will not trust me again, and if I don´t answer it, then…
“I need you to go inside the house guys… It’s… Mr. X´s patronus…” He had decided that he had to give them something, but not something that would make them suspect anything.
“Whoa Nev, still don´t think he fancies you back, eh?” Dean laughed and it was just the response Neville had hoped for, for his friends to be distracted to leave him alone.
“Come on mate, let´s leave Nev to ge´ laid!” Seamus chimed in grabbing Dean and leading him inside.
“Don´t come back until morning.” He winked and Neville offered a small smile before stepping outside the wards to hear what the doe had to tell him. But it didn´t deliver any kind of message.
That´s odd. What does it want then? He studied the doe walking towards him, then around him and away from him. He stood rooted to the ground. The doe came back and repeated its actions. “Do you want me to follow you?” He asked more to himself than to the doe.
The doe jumped and began walking away from him. Neville hesitated before following. He gave me the sword of Gryffindor, if this was a trap he would not have? Would he?
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Almost two hours later Neville reached a cheap side of London where beggars seemed to rule the streets and he shuddered. The doe had been smart enough to hide whenever muggles were nearby, thus making this trip longer.
He glanced up to a four floors building rising or should I say almost falling before him. How is this piece of crap still standing? “Please tell me we´re not going inside that building?” He whispered to the doe, but the doe stood there completely still obviously awaiting Neville to open the door.
He sighed and looked at the filthy handle, took out his wand and cast a cleaning spell before touching the damned thing pushing the door open.
Severus´ patronus disappeared when the door closed. “What the? ” FUCK, I am not banging on all of these filthy doors to track him down. He noticed that this floor seemed to have three doors, he studied the first tag on the door in front of him. ´McMullen`, the next one read ´Ruiz´ the last in line ´Derby´. “Not this floor then.”
He went a level higher. `Grape`, ´Smith´ and ´Warren´ it said. God damned it. He cursed before going higher. ´Diddle´, ´Greenbush´ and the last apartment’s door was ajar clearly empty. He sighed before going to the last floor.
The first door had some kind of yellow stripped plastic bands across the door reading ´crime scene´. Neville shuddered somehow knowing this was not at all a good place to be living. The next door said ´Floranza´ and the last one ´Craddleborn.´
He had run out of doors. Fuck, what if Severus had given up a false name? It was after all a muggle neighborhood. He took a deep steadying breath. “Damn it!” He ran down the stairs again to the front door trying to decide on that to do next. “He needed you here Neville, think, he wouldn´t have sent for you otherwise.” He said out loud.
His eyes strayed and he noticed something. Is that, blood? His eyes followed the trail leading down. Down? Of course you moron, this is Severus, the basement! He almost jumped down the eleven stairs leading to the blue door where there was a bloody handprint on the handle. What will I see when I enter? Dear God don´t let him be dead. This time he forgot all about the cleaning spell when he turned the knob and opened the door, wand at the ready.
It was dark inside, the curtains were drawn shut and he cast the ´lumos´. He didn´t have to go that far when his feet bumped into something, he looked down and there in a great pool of blood lay Severus Snape.

Oh no, this is really not the place to finish this story, is it?
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