Potter had gone to the dark lord. He'd wanted to die. Severus could not think of anything other than Potter A quick stunning spell had put him to sleep. At least he didn't witness what had happened. Severus winced as he touched his side.
Lestrange had cast a curse, and hit him in the side. It was all he could do to get to Harry. His true colors had shown. He remembered the fury on the Dark Lord's face. He remembered the curses hitting him from all sides.
Malfoy, the boy, had aided him, and now they'd gone in hiding. Severus had no idea where Malfoy was, but he'd worry about that later. He had Potter to attend to.
Still, Severus knew he could not help this child as long as he could hardly move, and so he began to patch himself up. He finished, almost an hour later, and found Harry wide awake, which was odd. He was supposed to be stunned.
He was looking around, confused. That bit made sense. He had no idea where he was, after all.
The Boy who Lived To Annoy Me
To be continued...