Left Behind 3: Curses

Revenge

A nice long chapter as promised.  The wheels are turning in motion...for things to change...

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"HOW COULD YOU!" Narcissa pounded on Snape's chest with her fists. She had just woken to find herself in one of her families cottages instead of by her son's deathbed. Her heart hammered in her chest. She wanted to claw Severus' eyes out. "You took me away from him!"

"I had to," said Snape letting her blows fall and doing nothing to stop them, only keeping his face just out of reach. "You could have been killed."

"I missed his last moment!" Narcissa wailed. "I will never get those back Severus. Never."

The truth of her own words slammed into Narcissa and she collapsed onto the floor.

"My son, my baby."

Snape wanted to turn away from the display of emotion. 

The Narcissa he knew was perfectly poised at almost every turn. 

The woman in front of him was a wreck.

Snape felt his own throat tighten.

Draco had been...almost like a son to him...

He might still be alive, thought Snape and hesitated. 

Was that something that he should tell Narcissa? Would it do more harm than good?

Snape and Snape alone had been in the room and awake when the black ooze had jumped from Draco to Hermione.

Perhaps the bind had doomed them both and once the curse was finished with Draco it sought to kill the witch to whom he was bound.

Or...

Hermione had used the bind as a way to extract the curse from Draco.

If that was the case there was a chance...a slim chance, but a chance that Draco was still alive. 

However, since what Snape had seen could have simply been the curse finishing with Draco and using the bind to continue to feed and jump to Hermione he would be getting Narcissa's hopes up for nothing. It was too cruel.

Sad that the girl had to die too...

The thought flitted thought Snape's mind. He shook his head and turned to Narcissa. No, he best not tell her...Not till he knew for sure what he had actually seen.

It had been well over an hour since the attack and Snape knew they had to go back at some point. Morning sunshine was just beginning to rise over the horizon. Students would be getting up at Hogwarts...he would need to return to his duties there soon.

First deal with this, he told himself. One thing at a time.

"We should go back to the manor," said Snape. "There is a chance," he said quietly "That the order will be waiting for us there as a trap"

"I don't care," said Narcissa and in that moment Snape believed her.

"You should," Snape admonished. "Do you think your son would want you dying because you chose to act recklessly?"

The slap hit Snape hard across the side of the face hard enough that he felt tears bloom from the sting. He was so shocked from the blow that he barely moved.

"Don't ever speak of my son and what he would want again Severus," hissed Narcissa darkly. "He's gone and I have no chains to hold me and nothing to lose."

She Vanished in a swirl of dark clothing as she apparated.

Snape felt cold.

A person with nothing to lose was dangerous.