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Blood decorated the floor, evidence of the barbarity that had taken place.

You were frantic, whispering various healing spells and holding Severus’ neck as you tried to keep the blood from spilling further.

You didn’t care about the panic outside, the shouting, the screaming, the bodies falling to the mud with disgusting thuds. You were focused on Severus, saving him.

He was all you had. You couldn’t lose him. The countless owls sent to and from his home on Spinners End were all you looked forward to. You didn’t want that void in your heart, didn’t want his absence to carve out sections of your soul.

You apparated home, holding Severus’ limp body as he struggled for air. You laid him on your bed, the charms seemed to have helped, the snake bites scarring closed.

Hours passed, you were starting to lose hope of him waking up. Though, after six hours of whispered healing charms and praying to whatever Deity was listening, Severus woke up. His voice was horse, and it seemed to hurt to talk, though you couldn’t really blame him for that— he was bitten in the neck by that wretched snake.

You were just glad you found him in time- you didn’t want to think about what would have happened if you didn’t show up when you did.