HP's Wretched

what time is it now?

Flott didn't know, she only knew that after Snape left, she sat on the sofa in his office, staring blankly at the fireplace, waiting for the green light to come on.

Time passed really slowly. If it wasn't for the ticking of the wall clock from the back room to remind Flotte, she would really think that time would be frozen forever.Flote let go of her clenched fist, and the sweat that condensed in her palm was sticky and sticky on her hand.She hates this kind of thing on weekdays, but today she has no energy to care about it anymore, because all her energy is now spent on waiting at this time.

Flotte now particularly regrets why she didn't learn Occlumency in her life, because if she had learned it, it wouldn't be that difficult to just let her mind go and not think about anything.This time has passed too long, so long that even such a simple thing as controlling the mind is exhausted and unable to do.Her mind was in a mess now, and there were even times when she wanted to get up and go to Dumbledore, but what was the use of going to Dumbledore?Are you hoping to make Dumbledore ridiculous to save people?That's how Flotte asked herself.

She tried hard to force herself to wait patiently, let go of all bad fantasies, and believed that he could come back, even...even if what he was doing at this moment was to deceive the most cruel Dark Lord in history!Merlin!How could Flotte wait calmly for such a death-defying matter!

Flotte raised her hand and brushed the broken hair behind her ears, and wanted to stand up again and try to find Dumbledore, but within a second she told herself again that it was useless.Just going back and forth like this, Flotte's nerves became surprisingly fragile, and her mind flashed countless times, what if Snape really...really failed?She couldn't let his life end in the hands of the Dark Lord like this...

No, it won't be like this, no, he won't just leave like this, this dead bat has kept a promise, and he has agreed to wait for him to come back, then he will definitely come back, he will definitely come back...

Flote felt that her eyes were a little sore. It must be because she had been staring at the fireplace. She should shed some tears to relieve her fatigue, after all, she had to continue to wait.

As the eye sockets became moister, Flotte stared at the fireplace with reddish eyes like a child, but her fingers couldn't stop clasping her fingernails, constantly clasping them, as if This calms the ups and downs of my thoughts and the urge to get up and ask someone for help again.

The second hand of the wall clock in the inner room was still ticking, and everything in the outer room was immersed in the silence of the night except for Flotte’s panting. It was this silence that set off the sudden green flame. extremely grand.

Almost at the same time as the flames ignited, Flotte stood up and threw herself towards the fireplace. Just this throw, she just hugged the body that was about to fall to the ground when it emerged from the fireplace.

The man in black who fell out of the flames was a circle bigger than Flotte, and Flotte barely hugged the body that was about to fall, she didn't dare to move, she could only support He stopped and kept calling the man's name, hoping that he would wake up: "Severus? Severus?"

However, what answered her was only a whimper in her throat and a moist warmth on her palm.

The smell of blood, the wet hands are blood...

Flotte forced herself to calm down, now is definitely not the time to panic, Snape was injured, she had to take him into the bedroom for treatment as soon as possible!Flott straightened up as much as possible, Snape's weight was almost on her body now, just when she was about to lose strength, the wand slipped out of the cuff, and a levitating spell came out. to reduce weight.

Flott didn't dare to fully cast the Levitation Charm on Snape, she just floated slightly to reduce the weight, she didn't want a patient with unknown injuries to have another headache at this time.Flott helped Snape, who had lightened the weight, into the bedroom in the back room. This was definitely the first time for Flott to enter. Although she had broken into the office countless times, Flott was not so boring in such a private place as the bedroom. Step on mine.

The layout of the bedroom is extremely simple, basically a bed covered with green sheets and a desk, there are no obstacles that need to be deliberately dodged, so it is very easy to use the effect of the levitation spell to gently release Snape bed.

Flote turned on the light, and only then did she see the big gash on Snape's back that was still oozing blood. The black cloth seemed to be cut by something at this moment, revealing irregularly a piece of fleshy skin turned outward. The black cloth around the opening was so soaked in blood that the difference could even be seen under the light.

The sweat in Flotte's palm was now mixed with the blood that had just ooze out and became more and more sticky. She wanted to touch the wound to see if there were traces of black magic, but she couldn't do it no matter what.The soreness in her eyes became more intense, she raised her head slightly to control the tears in her eyes not to flow out, took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and ran to the medicine cabinet outside.

She should have been able to deal with this kind of injury with ease, at least it shouldn't be like today, the whole hand is trembling while holding the medicine, even though she has taken countless deep breaths, even if she has controlled her tears every time, But Flotte still couldn't change the pain that seemed to cut her heart open at this moment.

She made Snape half-climb on the bed, and then used her wand to deal with the broken cloth mixed with the wound on her back. As the white powder touched the wound, Flott could clearly hear the person on the bed With the rapid breathing and whimpering in her throat, she slowed down and softened her movements. Although this still couldn't really relieve his pain at this time, it could at least make him suffer less.

Flotte recited the familiar healing spell, and she was extremely thankful that there were no remaining traces of black magic on the wound, otherwise the wound would not have healed so easily.As the healing spell took effect, the eye-catching crack of flesh and blood on the back turned into a scar slightly different in color from the skin.

She magically sewed up the torn clothes, then made Snape lie on the bed, and then dragged his shoes and socks to make him feel more comfortable, but when Flott was about to help Snape untangle When unbuttoning the neckline, Snape suddenly raised his hand to cover his chest, accompanied by a painful groan, Flott realized that the injury on Snape's body was not limited to the back That hole...

And digging to the bone...

After 13 years, Flotte couldn't really forget the pain that was worse than death. Even the residual pain caused by this spell was enough to make people want to die.

Thinking that Snape should be suffering from residual pain at this time, Flotte immediately cast a softening spell on the side of the bed and the ground with the memory of the past. Sure enough, before the next second, Snape began to struggle in pain, his abdomen The colic pain and the throbbing pain in his heart forced him to roll on his side and curl up.

Flott immediately kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, then stretched out her hand to hold Snape, making him lie flat, and kept rubbing his chest, trying to ease the pain.

"Severus, Severus, relax, relax and it won't hurt, listen to me, relax and it won't hurt, really, relax, relax, it'll be all right soon, it'll be all right... "Flote stroked his chest, and kept chanting these words at the same time, she didn't know how fragile and hoarse her tone was now, she couldn't care so much anymore.

I don't know how long it took, Snape's shortness of breath gradually became calmer, and that painful moan no longer appeared. Flotte, who was kneeling on the bed, already had a sore wrist at this moment, but she still He didn't stop to massage Snape's convulsed arms and fingers until he confirmed that the person on the bed had fallen asleep.

Flott gently put Snape's arms back to the sides of his body, and checked again whether his body temperature was normal. After everything was normal, Flott relaxed and sat down on the edge of the bed.

It was two o'clock in the morning, and Flotte looked up at the clock on the wall that was still ticking. more than...

Why?Why do you have to do this?Do you have to torture yourself like this?Why, obviously you don't have to go back to that devil's side!Why...why do you still... like this...

A familiar feeling of powerlessness instantly hit Flotte's whole body. She sat on the edge of the bed, her back turned to the pale man who had just escaped from the torture, as if she was unwilling to face anything, and seemed unable to accept herself. Feeling so fragile, Flotte buried her face in her hands, and the tears flowing from her eyes trickled down between her fingers.How long has it been since she broke down and cried like today?Seems like it's been a long, long time...

This fragile emotion didn't control Flott for too long, because she couldn't relax now, she couldn't be sure how much pain Snape had suffered, and whether there would be lingering pain for a while, she had to Always ready, ready to take care of him, it seems that tonight is not destined to be too peaceful...

……

Snape couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or reality. Everything in front of him seemed unreal, but the piercing pain in his body was so real.

Lily is still alive here, but she still doesn't want to see herself, so Snape can only silently watch her get married and have children, and watch her live happily ever after.However, what should have appeared still appeared. The figure of the Dark Lord suddenly appeared in this small house. Snape understood what was about to happen. He rushed out like crazy to protect everything, but the result was still Watching Lily annihilate in front of him.

The death-worse pain rushed towards Snape along with grief and remorse. He tried to escape in his dream, but he couldn't wake up anyway. He could only endure the severe pain in his body and watch the That ray of sunshine was killed over and over again, he wanted to shout out, wanted to jump up and kill that bastard, but it was all useless.

At this time, a voice came from nowhere, accompanied by a familiar fragrance, repeating in his ear over and over again: Relax, relax, it won't hurt, everything...everything will be fine...

The familiar voice was a little choked, Snape couldn't remember who it was for a moment, but subconsciously felt a sense of peace of mind, he clenched his fists, leaned on a spot in this illusory dream, and tried to follow what the voice asked Do it, little by little, little by little, Snape doesn't remember anything...

……

Snape's first feeling when he regained consciousness was that his whole body was sore, and the memory in his mind seemed to stay at the first piercing attack fired by the Dark Lord at him. However, looking at the current situation, I'm afraid He should have been tortured by more than one.Since he is still alive and breathing, it proves that the return last night should be considered a success.

Snape forced himself to open his tired eyes, and what he saw was the roof of the bedroom he was most familiar with. He almost forgot how he survived yesterday, but he didn't pass out overnight in an unknown field, and It is the most fortunate thing.

Feeling exhausted and sore after the end of the residual pain, this feeling was really uncomfortable. Snape wanted to try to move his knuckles or his numb neck, but there was a sound next to his ear. An even breathing sound and a familiar fragrance.Snape immediately raised his vigilance, and turned his head to the right side hard. When he saw Flotte lying beside him, Snape still trembled in shock, but then he was relieved.

It seems that the source of the voice in the dream and the familiar aroma should be found.

Flote was not lying close to him, and it could even be said that he deliberately let him rest on the whole bed, while Flote herself just stuck to one side, feeling that she would fall off the bed as soon as she turned over.

Snape tried his best to restrain himself from turning over, turned his body carefully, and then looked at Flott quietly. The exhaustion on his face can fully explain that he is recovering so well now, and it is all thanks to whom up.Flott shouldn't be here, Snape thought, she could have had a peaceful night, but now she's taking care of a very tortured patient all night... I shouldn't be dragging her down like this...

Snape hesitated to wake her up, but the fatigue on the other party's face made Snape unwilling to wake her up no matter what. He sighed imperceptibly, wanting to get up and give Flott a call. Moved out more space, but due to the pain in his body, he could only lie down quietly like this.

The wall clock on the wall was still ticking like this, Flott was still sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed, and Snape on the other side of the bed could only open his eyes and stare at Flott quietly, he was actually sleepy too. , and wanted to continue to sleep, but thinking of what would happen after falling asleep, Snape didn't dare to close his eyes anymore.

He just stared at Flott's face like this, and could even find clearly visible tear stains under the messy hair scattered on his face. Snape felt a kind of pain in his body, a kind of pain that was no less than piercing. heartache.He could imagine how scary yesterday's injury was. In fact, Flotte didn't have to... didn't have to feel sorry for him...

Flotte actually didn't sleep soundly, the itching caused by the broken hair on her face made her twitch the corner of her mouth subconsciously.Seeing that the other party seemed to be disturbed to sleep, Snape, who was full of guilt and a little inexplicable emotion, endured the pain and tried to lift his left arm, and then gently touched Flott's face, which was about to be crushed. The broken hair that had been eaten into his mouth was gathered behind his ears. Unfortunately, he meant well, but such a movement woke up Flote, who was extremely light sleeper.

Flotte's eyebrows were slightly tangled together, and she let out two extremely soft hums from her mouth. When she was about to open her eyes, she habitually wanted to lie down because of her own habits, but in the end that is……

"Ah!" With a low cry, Flotte, who was only stuck to the side of the bed, turned over and eventually fell off the bed.

The expression of the culprit who witnessed this funny scene gradually distorted. He wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh because of guilt. Can ask in an extremely hoarse voice: "Are you okay?"

Flotte, who fell down, woke up instantly within a moment, sat up abruptly, and without thinking about getting up, she hurriedly looked at Snape and asked with concern: "Are you awake? Does it still hurt? How do you feel? Yes?" Didn't I wake you up?"

Faced with this series of questions, Snape didn't know what to say for a moment, he could only shake his head hard, indicating that he was fine, then cleared his throat and said, "I've been awake for a while."

Flotte's IQ didn't seem to be fully online yet, and she didn't even realize that the so-called waking up for a while meant that she was stared at for a long time while she was sleeping. It was an embarrassing thing, but Flotte didn't have time to think about it, and was covered up by the eager concern: "Are you really okay? You were unconscious yesterday, and I couldn't give you a palliative. Now you want to Don't want a bottle? I'll get it for you."

Snape stared at Flott's worried eyes and shook his head, his voice was still hoarse: "No need, I'm much better now, you can..."

Snape wanted to tell Flott to go back to rest quickly, but Flott interrupted directly: "Then I'll get you some water, your voice is hoarse."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Snape's answer, he hurriedly stood up and went to the living room to pour water...

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Flott helped Snape to lean on the back of the bed, and then slowly sent water to Snape's mouth. The night's thirst made Snape greedily drink the clear water in the glass, even almost choked.

"Drink slowly, don't choke on it." Flotte knelt on the bed and held up the cup and asked, "Are you really all right?"

Snape restrained the pain in his body, raised his left hand to wipe the water from the corner of his mouth, and then tried his best to smile with reassurance for Flott, just like the usual sneer, and said: "You always like Ask a question so many times."

Seeing that Snape had the energy to mock herself, Flotte let go of her worries slightly: "It's still early, you have no class this morning, do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Snape nodded, then raised his eyes to Flott and said, "Go back and rest, after all, you have been taking care of me all night." Snape was afraid of Flott's willful rejection of this request, and continued to add, "I'm fine, I'll be fine after a while."

However, what Snape didn't expect was that Flotte nodded obediently and said, "I'll go back to rest after you sleep."

Hearing Flotte's promise, Snape felt relieved.With Flotte's support, Snape lay down again and soon fell asleep again, but the familiar fragrance never left as promised...

The author has something to say:

Sleeping on a bed, it’s a big candy (funny laugh)

In fact, this chapter was written a long time ago, but I have been deleting, deleting, and modifying it to be dissatisfied. Even in this version, I still feel very dissatisfied with the writing. Hey, there is no way, the writing is not good, and the writing is very pale.