Severus and Lily: The Snape Family

Chapter 1 - Hello

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Voldemort and Nagini took their leave of the shrieking shack, content that Severus Snape lay mortally wounded, but too cruel, or too foolish, to insure the job was finished.

Hearing the attack, once he was certain his foe had left, Harry leapt from his hiding place and rushed to the injured man's side.

Seeing someone whom he had considered to be so intimidating lying weak and vulnerable in a pool of blood was devastating to Harry.

"Professor Snape!" Harry shouted frantically. His eyes were wide as he pressed his hands against the awful gash across Severus's throat, "Professor Snape!"

Severus looked up at Harry and tears rolled down his cheeks. To see his stoic, seemingly emotionless Professor display such a raw act of feeling was perhaps more unsettling to Harry than the wound on his throat.

"........Take them!" Severus begged his former student.

Hurriedly, wishing to fulfill his dying professor's last wish, Harry collected Severus's tears in a vial.

He was relieved that that simple act seemed to bring Professor Snape some sort of peace.

As they maintained their eye contact, a gurgling noise came from Severus's chest as he forced his words out, "Look at me..........Look.....at....me!"

Harry's heart was racing in his chest.

The hero was frightened, sad, and unable to comprehend the true pain on Severus's face.

Murmuring remorsefully while he gazed at Harry, Severus whispered, "You have your mother's eyes....."

As the world blurred for Severus he was certain that he was about to leave it.

In his vision, the image of Harry became hazy and then, later, another shape moved into its place.

Someone called his name, a voice so familiar, so welcome.

"Sev?!"

Severus fought to keep his unfocused eyes open, feeling something warm press against his throat as Harry's hands fell away.

"Sev.......hold on!"

Severus lost his battle to maintain consciousness, but just before his eyes closed, he saw them.....irises far greener and brighter than Harry's, as that familiar, warm voice repeated.......

"Sev.......hold on!"

While Severus slept the deep, dreamless sleep of the critically wounded, one question echoed through his mind.........

Lily?

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Severus woke up in a white room with bright lights. He blinked blearily around and tried to determine whether he was dead or alive.

"Sev."

There was that familiar, lovely voice again.

Severus's gaze flickered over towards the sound and he noticed that someone was holding his hand.

"Where am I?" Severus croaked at the voice, groaning at the pain in his throat that immediatley followed.

His answer came swiftly, "You're in St. Mungo's, love. It's alright, I'm here beside you."

That voice!

With a barely audible grunt, Severus forced his eyes to focus, determined to discover the voice's originating source.