Well, I'm glad that you're hooked and that you love it. I definitely will keep writing.

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Was it that good? As for Albus and Severus, you'll just have to see now won't you? 'cause if I told you, I'd ruin it...and we don't want that do we? And once again, I will keep writing.

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Well, you better not die while I proof the next chapter, or I'll have to put everything on hold to revive you. I should be posting quite soon, so keep a look out.

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I will be updating soon, thanks for reading!

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Edit: I decided since it's typed and now proofed, that I'll go ahead and post it tonight. <3 Dee



Chapter 2

Severus had opted to spend most of his summer at Hogwarts. He was attempting to rearrange and clean out the dungeons, by hand, though he knew that it wouldn’t last long before he pulled his wand out. He had became distracted over the last school term with things he had rather have not too been distracted over and hadn’t put the whip down as hard as he usually would have on his students to keep his dungeons clean.

And it seemed like it was going to be a stress reliever…for all of five seconds.

Standing there on a ladder in his storage cupboard where he kept ingredients for the worthless brats he taught to use, he pulled several jars into his arms and backed his way down from the ladder heading back out to where the desks where.

Setting down the jars he turned back and began to repeat the step as a small tawny owl flew into his dungeon. Halfway down the steps, the bird came into contact with the potions master causing him to jolt to the side, throwing his hands up, dropping all of the jars he was just holding onto the floor. Unfortunate for the owl, it hadn’t been the first time he had done similar things to Severus before, and landed cautiously on the man’s shoulder as he climbed off of the later long enough to take the note off the owl before it flew away.

Severus rolled his eyes at the owl, it had been several years since the owl had last came to him with a note from his friend, the man he basically considered his brother, but the owl still hadn’t enough common since to NOT fly into people.

Severus gave a sigh of annoyance and opened the small note. He read it over several times, swallowing hard as he read it one last time.


Severus, you owe me. The only thing Addie has is me. My health isn’t well. Remember who saved who.
M. Eastwood



Severus fought the urge of crumpling the note up and burning, it but instead tucked it away inside his shirt pocket. He had a feeling he might need it in the future as evidence.

Pulling his wand out, he waved it, restoring the jars but leaving them sit on the floor; abandoning his cleaning efforts for the time being he pocketed his wand and took a seat at his desk. Staring out to the desks in front of him, empty of students, he couldn’t help but remember what had happened all those years ago, the only thing he could think of was waking up lying on a dining room table and then blacking out once again.

Flashback

Severus lay on the dining room table on his back; his breathing had begun to regulate itself back to a decent pace. It was enough that it calmed the old man down enough to focus in on helping his friend. The old man had his wand and was murmuring spells attempting to heal up the large gash on his abdomen, not really caring about the not-as-deep gash on one of his legs.

The old man was kind of put at ease with Severus being unconscious at the moment, if he had been conscious he would have been ordering the old man which spells to use. Shaking his head he continued on with his hard working of healing his close friend. He was still breathing, so he was doing something right.

Severus felt another pang in his chest, it hurt enough that he woke up out of his unconsciousness to give a strangled yell as he rolled over in pain on the table, grasping his chest. He said a few choice words that the old man narrowed his eyes the man before he spoke.

“Calm down Severus.” He told him in a stern manner. “You won’t die. Not yet at least.” He added on as an afterthought. “Move your arm.” He commanded next as he moved Severus’ arm himself and pointed his wand directly at his heart, muttered a couple spells, and returned back to the gash that was still bleeding.

“Marcus, if they find out you’ve helped me, they’ll kill you.” Severus managed to speak. His head began hurting, but it wasn’t near the pain that he was now focusing on, the gash on his abdomen. He squirmed slightly at the intense pain as he attempted to think about had happened.

“Stop thinking.” Marcus ordered in a loud voice as the door to the kitchen swung open with a house elf finding its way through the door with some difficulty as it carried a large platter.

“Master.” The elf greeted. “I have what you wished Gibton to get for master.” Gibton said as he placed the platter on the far end of the table, far enough out of sight of Severus.

“Thank you Gibton. Stay out of the way, but don’t leave.” He ordered as he moved to the platter. He picked up a vial of purple liquid, a sleeping draught. “He we go Severus.” He said as he uncorked the vial and placed a hand behind Severus’ neck.

“What’s this?” Severus asked looking at the vial with concern, he trusted his friend, but he at least wanted to know what it was.

“Sleep tight. Don’t let the Acromantulas get you.” Marcus chuckled slightly as he drained the purple fluid into Severus mouth before he could resist it. Sticking his arm out to the side, he waited until Gibton took the vial from his hand before giving Severus a pat on the cheek.

Marcus watched as Severus’ eyes became droopy as he fought to keep them open. He had opened his mouth to speak, but closed it instead of speaking. Soon after, his eyes closed, sending him into a deep sleep.

Marcus turned back to platter, taking the large bowl of water from it and wiping the gashes clean. “Oh dear Merlin, what a handful.” He said as he continued to work on his friend.