I hobbled down the hallway towards the Hospital Wing. My knees were killing me, and I was praying that there would be a potion there to alleviate some of the intense aching. I limped in the door, and Madame Pomfrey slowly made her way through the sea of occupied beds towards me; apparently there was a bout of the flu going around the first years.
"What can I do for you, Ms. Granger?" she asked, and although she sounded distracted, there was a look of vague concern on her face. I pointed at my knees, and thought of the best way to explain without sounding completely insane.
"It's my knees. They have been aching terribly the past week, and it's getting to the point where I can barely make it up the stairs. I've tried some basic pain relieving spells, but it isn't working. I was hoping maybe you had something stronger?" I looked at her hopefully.
"I'm so sorry Ms. Granger, I ran out of all the potions this morning, and I haven't had time to restock because of all the first years with the flu. It's been hell this morning. If you want to wait a few moments, I can look at your knees, dear, but I don't have anything to give you for the pain. Or, if you'd rather just get something to take, you can head down to Professor Snape yourself and ask him to make you some, dearie. However, if it's not better soon, I do want you to come back." I nodded, and figured just heading down to the dungeons myself would be quicker, and I still needed to head to the library before dinner.
Madame Pomfrey had left to deal with a vomiting first year, so I shrugged my shoulders and turned to leave. I made my way very slowly down the staircases to the dungeons. When I finally got there, Snape was not to be found in any of his classrooms, so I slowly made my way to his personal chambers. Normally I wouldn't have dared, but I was 18, and I could handle one grumpy potions master. That, and my knees were killing me. I hesitantly knocked on his door, but when I heard nothing, I pounded on it a bit more firmly. It was silent for a few moments, and I turned to leave. Maybe he's in with the other teachers or something…
As I turned to go, however, his chamber door swung open and there stood Professor Snape. His hair was damp, and his robes were rumpled, as though they had just been haphazardly thrown on.
"My apologies, Minerva, I had to shower. I had a few second years blow up a cauldron, and the mess was truly…Ms. Granger! Why on earth are you here?" He had only just noticed that it was I standing in front of him, not Professor McGonagall. He looked taken aback for a moment, then quickly readopted his cool demeanor.
"Ms. Granger. Would you care to explain why you feel the need to disturb me in my own private rooms, instead of simply waiting until class later today?" He looked down at me, with an agitated look on his face.
"Oh, um, Professor, Madame Pomfrey sent me, for some pain reliving potion. She was out, and didn't have any time to make any, and the Hospital Wing is full, because all the first years have the flu, so everything there is insane…" I trailed off, realizing I was rambling, and judging by the look of Snape's face, I was annoying him as well. He let out a sigh, then swung the door to his lodgings open a bit wider, and brandished his arm, indicating that I should enter. I slowly limped in, torn between fear, similar to that which one experiences entering a wolf's den, and interest. I had always what the professor's private rooms were like, and now I was about to find out.
I was ushered down a small, undecorated hallway and through a door leading to a basement before I really had a chance to look around. The basement was being used as a potions laboratory and storage room, and once we entered, he swept of to a shelf, and after shuffling through a few multicolored potions in bottles, he found the one he was looking for. It was a light purple color, and closely resembled the pain relieving potions usually found in the Hospital Wing. He handed me one without saying a word, and then pointed me out of the room.
"Thank you very much, Professor, I really appreciate it." I quietly told the man sweeping ahead of me up the stairs. He paused, but didn't stop. It was not until we had reached the top of the stairs and were once again in the bland hallway that he turned and looked at me.
"I'm assuming Pomfrey didn't have time to preform a diagnosis?" He questioned. When I nodded, he pulled out his wand.
"Hold still, Ms. Granger."