๐๐๐๐๏ผ โย @killedinsteadโ
๐๐๐! ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐!ย ๏ผ the sound of her voice echoed in his mind, clear as though it had been yesterday. No, he thought, sheโs gone. It cannot be her, he rationalized as the world around him began to spin and distort.ย
A familiar pinch of pain was the first sensation that ebbed his body, then exhaustion and fatigue โ it was only then he remembered what happened. He had been caught off guard, running along the dusty rubble that was covering the Entrance Hall when the blast hit him square in the chest. Remembering nothing but the incessant call of his Master and the need to heed it before he knew nothing else. Perhaps he may never know who rendered him unconscious since both sides hated him so much.ย
A soft sound escaped his lips as he tried to breathe, tired eyes opened to find himself within an unfamiliar room. Unfamiliar yet he knew exactly where he was. St Mungoโs.ย
The familiar stench of sterile wash and potions instantly filled his senses, sending him on high alert. In a rush of energy Severus attempted to sit up but was immediately met with a rush of pain and he laid back, what in the devil? Raising his arm he realized that not only was he bound but restrained. Testing his theories, he reached out to his magic and felt nothing, confirming his fears. Magic Suppression cuffs. Hissing softly he should have known, they had won, the Dark Lord was gone and once he was deemed fit he would go to Azkaban.