Lucius paused on the doorstep to take another swallow of Blood-Replenishing Potion, grimacing at the coppery taste. One arm was held slightly stiffly at his side; he could feel it bleeding again under its bandage. It wasn’t even a very deep cut, yet he would have bled out if it weren’t for the potion he kept dosing himself with. Whatever the spell “Sectumsempra” came from, it was certainly aptly named.Â
Lucius made a mental note to properly interrogate Crabbe at the first chance for exactly where he learned the spell he had accidentally hit Lucius with - though not before Lucius had tried his utmost to have it healed. Admitting to Crabbe that a spell he used had caused Lucius such trouble was an indignity that Lucius was not yet ready to bear.
As it were, after a visit to St. Mungo’s and half a night of research, Lucius was already down to the first of his last resorts.
He raised his good arm and rapped sharply on the door. It was the dead of the night, but Lucius was slightly desperate, and, with any luck, the occupant was still up.
“Severus? It’s me.”