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Before start, English is not my first language and I am pretty bad at it. So, actually, Google Translate is my best friend✌🏻.And this is my first story so please ignore my mistake. I hope you enjoy it ❤️
Last memory was the eyes of his long-lost love, but unlike them, this time the green eyes were looking at him not with hatred, but with pain. He could barely feel any part of his body; it was as if he were numb.
He didn't realize how much time had passed, but he woke up to the sounds of arguing. His brain instantly recognized the sounds, yet simultaneously denied them. The voices that should have been dead for a long time, the voices in his deepest memories, haunted him.
Maybe it was the 7-second thing, but wasn't that just for happy moments? Or maybe he was so unhappy that fate was playing tricks on him. He closed his eyes tightly and waited for it to pass, but the voices got louder. Voices of people he was sure were dead and he couldn't even pretend anymore He was so curious that he opened his eyes slightly, just enough so no one would notice. All the faces he wanted to forget were before him, but much younger. They were arguing over a topic he didn't understand, and they weren't even looking at him.
The professor was looking at them calmly, but his jaw was set.
He tried to be quiet, but he groaned with a pain that came from nowhere, and instantly everyone turned to him.
It was too late to hide now, so Severus looked at them in a calm voice, but it wasn't as steady as he'd wanted. It was cracked, as if he hadn't used it in a long time, and his throat was parched. He straightened up slightly.
"Where am I?"
The professor immediately came to him and held his arms.
"Don't worry, you're only slightly hurt. It's not deadly. We'll talk later."
He turned to the others and led them out of the room.
His heart was beating very fast. He couldn't understand anything.
"What happened?"
"Don't you remember?"
He looked very surprised but also relieved.
The man was much younger and more vibrant than the last time he'd seen him. he remembered his last encounters with him. he was counting the days until he died.
Seeing him again was like seeing a ghost. Severus was terrified.
"Professor, you... How...?"
He tried to speak, but his tongue felt swollen and his body seemed to have forgotten how to speak.
"Don't talk much my child at least for now. We needed that talent later"
"I still don't understand"
The man looked at her with a slightly pitying expression. How annoying!
"You don't need"
And with this He made you drink something that he didn't understand at first, but by the time he realized it was too late, you were already losing consciousness.
When he wake up again, be was lying on a soft bed and the place was so light that it hurt his eyes, he didn't have the energy to talk.He tried to move without seeing anyone around, but this only caused his stomach to hurt as if it were torn, and he let go immediately, but the redness had already started to spread to the white sheet.
"Ah, fuck!"
His hand goes to his belly and he's startled when he sees blood. After all this time, he still hasn't quite gotten used to it, but he's learned to act well.Although he felt ashamed of himself when he thought about this immature behavior, he attributed it to the fact that he was injured.
He started looking around and the first thing he realized was that he was in Hogwarts Infirmary. But it didn't make sense. His injuries were very serious and those kinds of injuries couldn't be treated at school, no matter how good Madam Pomfrey was.But there was no one to ask because there was dead silence around. The afternoon sun was beating down on him through the windows, and he felt exhausted.After all this time, he felt like he could at least rest, even if it was just a dream (This was the only excuse he could come up with.), but later in the day proved him wrong.
That's all I wrote for now, I hope you like it.