A High Price

By: Barbara Kennedy

Disclaimer: This story is a total creation of my mind but the characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

The only thing I'm getting from this story is the fun of writing it and the thrill of reading my reviews.

It is Alternate Universe, so if anything I put in here doesn't match up with any of the books, tough luck, just take my word for it that it happened in this reality.

This is going to be almost totally from Snape's point of view. It's a bit dark and angsty but maybe something good will come of it.

A/N - Hello folks, I really have not abandoned this story, though it may have seemed like it since it has been since about last year at this time when I last posted in it. Life gets complicated and Real-Life intrudes. . . .

It isn't as long as I wanted to make it and it still doesn't tell what happened the day of the fire, but I wanted to get a tidbit of what I have done up before someone decides the story has been abandoned. (It really isn't abandoned... I promise!)

I know it is nearly nothing, but I am working on the next full chapter. This just completes the scene, so to speak, from last chapter.

Chapter six – Relief

Before any more could be said, I felt the need to tell Dumbledore of my worries. "Sir, I'm glad you are here. I've been going over the night of the fire. I want to tell you that I don't recall a lot of what happened that night, but I fear there was something important I should have told you then, but I cannot remember what it was. It is like I can almost remember, but it slips out of reach every time I try. I feel certain that it was a very important piece of information. I am worried that my memory may have been altered."

Dumbledore settled himself into the chair beside my bed. He shook his head. "I have no fear that you have been obliviated Severus. The healers at St Mungo's warned us that you might possibly have some symptoms such as headaches and memory loss because you suffered some head trauma in the explosion. You had a severe concussion, at the very least. I can assure you, my dear boy that I personally checked you for any signs of  magical tampering when we got you settled here after they released you to us. There is a very good chance that anything you cannot remember right now will return to your memory with time. If it does not, well then, it can hardly be helped now, can it?"

He tilted his head to peer at me over those ridiculous glasses of his. I swear he wears the blasted things just so he can do that.

"It may already be too late for any information you may have had to still be of any use to us. It has, after all, been a week since the fire." He smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I know it is difficult for you, but do not worry about it, Severus, just relax and allow yourself some time to recover."

I was vaguely comforted, but the feeling of anxiety was still there. I hated not knowing.

It made me feel vulnerable for some reason.

Madam Pomfrey returned then with a small bottle of healing potion and carefully helped me to drink it all. "There you go Severus, now I insist you eat as much as you can manage. I have already asked for another tray to be brought up for you."

I felt better almost immediately after swallowing the potion. My vision cleared and all traces of my nausea disappeared. My head still ached but I could soon move my head without the room spinning and tilting around me. I also felt much more confident that I could keep down whatever food I managed to eat now. I actually felt hungry again.

"That was a great help, I am not dizzy any longer."

Upon hearing that, Poppy propped me into a partially sitting position again, stuffing extra pillows behind me. She then settled the tray in front of me. "Now eat!" she commanded with a wicked grin on her face.

"Yes. . . mother."  I growled back at her with a frown.

"That's the spirit." she replied cheekily.

Albus smiled indulgently at me from the chair next to my bed. While I ate, he proceeded to tell me about the latest happenings in the potions classes in my absence.

TBC.

More is coming.

Even if it was my birthday today (November 14th ), I'm still trying to make myself get back to writing. I miss hearing from you and I know you all keep telling me you miss the story.

I want to thank everyone who has read this story, even if they haven't reviewed (though it would be nice to hear from them too.)