The suffering of Hogwarts

A storm is coming

It was a cold day in January. The wind howled in melancholy and the thunder boomed from the clouds. Rain was heavy and let no man escape from cold that pierced through the skin. No one dared set foot outside of the castle except one, and not with choice. Severus Snape was drenched from head to toe and was a shivering mess, his black hair clung to his skull as the wind battered it around smacking him in the face multiple times, the cold dark eyes were unforgiving and stood out due to his pale skin and cold lips. His Slytherin robes did nothing to protect him from the weather.

Cast outside without his wand, Severus banged on the doors but they were locked shut, it made sense considering it was passed curfew and very few Professors would be wondering the halls. He slammed the wooden door as hard as he could with his fist with all the might he had left although when his fist met the door he cried out in pain, he could hear the bones crack but he only continued beating the door down until he reduced himself to a crying, shivering mess on the cold hard ground. Lightening flashed and thunder boomed deafening the sobbing for no one to hear.

Severus curled in to ball to save as much body heat as he could but the chattering of his teeth and the numbness of his hands give him little hope of anything of the sort happening. Closing his eyes he painfully drifted in and out of sleep as the numbness of his body grew until he felt no more...

It was the early hours of the morning when Minerva McGonagall was wondering the empty halls of Hogwarts, finding the urge to go outside to see the damage of the storm, the door opened slowly with a heavy sound, walking into the court she saw the shivering mass of robes in the corner. Minerva ran over to the freezing student and gasped in horror. Casting a hovering spell she glided the boy quickly to the infirmary, hoping she would get there in time.

Madame Pomfrey was in shock as she saw Minerva rush in the with Snape boy who was blue and as cold as an ice cube. The boy was glided over to the bed were heating charms were repeated. Madame Pomfrey worked her stuff to help the boy with Minerva standing to the side biting her nails in worry.

"How is the boy Poppy?" Minerva said with her worry increasing at series of pained expressions on the mediwitch's face.

"Mr Snape will be fine in about a week, only then will his body and mind fully recover from hypothermia" Poppy said as she tilted Snape's head up so the potion would go down his throat.

"I'll in form the headmaster about this then" Minerva then left leaving Pomfrey to care for the Slytherin forth year.

His body was cold as he woke, even with the heat from the numerous heating charms he could still feel himself shiver. Not even his growing hatred for Potter could warm his body.

"How are you feeling dear" Madame Pomfrey came bustling over ready to pour another set of potions down his throat.

"Like shit" Madame Pomfrey ignored the inapropreite language and gave Severus one potion after another.

"The headmaster will be down shortly to speak with you" then she handed him a warm cup of honey tea, bustling back into her office. No later than she had said it Headmaster Dumbledore came smiling through.

"Ah Severus! How are you feeling" the headmaster got no reply only a cold glare "Severus I need to know why you were out passed curfew"

"It was Potter and Black! They forced me outside and took my wand!" Severus all but screamed it to the headmaster

"Now Severus there is no need to make such accusations, I'm sure that it was just a harmless prank"

"A-a-a harmless prank!" Severus couldn't control his anger anymore, he threw his cup at the wall, how could Dumbledore say this, he could have died, he was stuck out in a storm all night, it was just pure luck that he had survived and Dumbledore didn't seem concerned at all. Madame Pomfrey came bustling back in unhappy that the headmaster was upsetting one of her patients.

"Out, out with you headmaster. And you" she pointed at Severus "get some well needed rest" and she bustled away again leaving Snape to his angry thoughts on how to get back James Potter and his merry little band of followers.