Severus is sitting in his potion lab waiting to see if a certain potion changes colour. He already knows the result, but he needs to be 100% sure. Plus, he's definitely not going to see Poppy on his own, especially with the old fool.
He's got an hour free before his next lesson. The Potion Master takes the opportunity to do the test without Harry present. He understands how this could have happened to him. No, he just doesn't want to face reality after all, with his imp, anything can happen. Of all the billions of wizards in the world, it had to happen to him. Bloody Gryffondor!
Severus then noticed that the potion in the vial had turned purple instead of remaining blue as he had hoped.
With a blank expression he looked at the purple liquid in the vial explaining all his symptoms over the last month.
June has already begun, the final battle is approaching and here he is in this state.
Suddenly he felt his arm burn at the mark. He purses his lips together. He can't ignore the Dark Lord's call, but if he goes...
Severus checked that he was wearing all the protective jewellery Harry had given him before answering the Dark Lord's call. Please don't be mad, Harry.
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Ha-Harry...help...
Two pairs of eyes opened at the same time, one belonging to a colossal reptile and the other to a powerful sorcerer. They felt the same. Severus. Danger.
At the same moment, a body appeared on the stone floor of the warm pool.
"SEVERUS!" Harry yells, jumping to his feet to run to the body he would recognise in a thousand words.
"No! No! No!" The wizard noticed the blood on the floor. He knelt down and immediately began to cast a diagnostic spell.
"Ha-Har-Harry save him. Save him." Severus managed to articulate before fainting.
"Hey baby, stay with me. Baby? Shit!" Harry begins to read what is inscribed on the diagnostic parchment. The more he reads, the paler his face becomes. No. No way!
He looks back at the blood with a distressed expression. He casts two spells to check his vitals. He notices that the Slytherin's heart rate is dropping visibly and that his blood pressure is rising. His lover begins to convulse. Bloody Hell!
He doesn't have time to call Poppy and doesn't know if he can trust her. What's more, he can't move Severus because of his critical condition. He can only rely on himself and his knowledge.
"Fuck! You've got to be kidding me!" Harry runs his hand through his hair, trying not to flinch. He's in shock. Come on, Harry, what could help stabilise him without putting the baby in more danger than he is?
The eyed wizard then closed his eyes, concentrating on the flow of magic from the baby and Severus. He could see the golden lines running through Potion's body like a spider's web. From his magical flow he creates another connection to connect Severus lines.
This is the first time he has put his theory into practice. Fortunately it worked. Sweat pours from his forehead.
He manages to connect his magic directly to that of his lover and his child. Severus's heart rate and blood pressure seem to be stabilising. But it's only temporary, because the Slytherin's magical core is damaged. This just buys him time to find a way to save them both.
He then administers a potion to replenish his blood supply.
"Harry." Hel calls to him telepathically.
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Light the candle
FanfictionSeverus Snape is a depressed lonely wolf who is about to give up. However he received letters of an inconnu for 2 years. This is the only light in his darkness. At chrismay he receives his present and knows who is the author of the letters. He does...
