A Chance at Normal

Disclaimer: I own nothing, just a measly idea at a story






Disclaimer: I
own nothing, just a measly idea at a story.

A/N: Well this is my second fanfiction and I hope that you all enjoy it. I

will try an update when ever possible. If you want me to email you when I

update then say it in a review. Now, on with the story.

Chapter 2: The Rescue

Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall appeared a couple houses down

from their destination. Severus nodded to Minerva and signaled that he

would enter the house first and she was to stay behind him at all times in

case Deatheaters were in the house. Stealthily Severus slid his wand out

from its hiding place and pointed it at the front door.

"Alohomora." Severus whispered quietly and was rewarded with the

unmistakable click of the lock turning. Severus motioned for Minerva to

remain at the door until he could establish that they were not in danger.

Looking around kit kitchen he saw that nothing looked out of place. He

glanced quickly into the living room and saw that too had nothing out of

place. 'Strange' he thought to himself. Not a sound except the rumbling

snores that were coming from upstairs. He turned back to Minerva and

waved her toward him. Minerva stepped into the house and wondered where

Harry was and how could something be so terribly wrong in such a normal

looking house.

Severus had just reached the top of the stairs when he realized that there

were no Deatheaters. Why would Harry send that note then? At the top of

the steps there was a door off to the left and then further down the hall were

two more doors. He and Minerva approached the door to their left and tried

to open the door. It was locked. He had a feeling of dread come over him

when he muttered the unlocking spell. Opening the door as quietly as

possible, his sense of smell was bombarded with the stench of vomit and

blood. Minerva stepped back from Severus afraid at what sight would great

them in the room.

Severus held his wand out and whispered "Lumos." The end of his wand
lit

the room. Their worst nightmare was nothing compared to the reality. The

famous Harry Potter, the proclaimed savior of their world lay motionless in a

pool of dried blood. If he had not known before hand that this was Harry, he

would have never recognized him. Severus quickly knelt down and felt for a

pulse. He could not see if the boy was breathing, if he was it was very

shallow. His fingertips searched for the precious heartbeat of the young boy.

"Thank Merlin," he whispered quietly feeling a very weak heartbeat.

Severus looked in the doorway at a horror stricken Minerva. "Shrink
Harry's

trunk and lets get the hell out of here. We need to get him to Poppy." He

said hurriedly. Minerva merely nodded and walked over to the school trunk.

Muttering the spell she shrunk the trunk and slid it into her pocket.

Minerva glanced at the broken body of the young boy and then at Severus.

"Is he going to make it?" she asked fearfully.

Severus looked at her hesitantly "Not if we don't get him to Poppy with in

the next ten, fifteen minutes." He said trying to keep his voice neutral
so not

to betrayed by what he really felt. The trio hurried out the door and onto the

street where they promptly appearated. Seconds later the two adults

reappeared in front of the Three Broomsticks. Minerva went ahead of

Severus so that he could carry Harry through the open doorway. They

rushed through the crowd of people toward the fireplace. Severus glanced

down to see how Harry was doing and noticed that his lips were starting to

turn blue. He frantically muttered a spell that makes a thin layer of smoke

around a person's nose and mouth, if the person isathiathing even just barely

the smoke would disappear. The smoke remained. Harry had stopped

breathing.

Oh god this was not happening. "Shit, oh god Harry don't do this to me.

Not now, not when we are so close to getting you were you belong." Severus

pushed through the last of the crowd and reached the fireplace. He hurriedly

grabbed a handful of floo powder stepped into the fireplace and yelled

"Hogwarts!"

"Come on Harry, hang on just a little bit longer and we will get you to

Poppy and she will fix you up just like she always does." Severus popped

out of the fireplace in the Main Hall and started running down the hall

toward the infirmary.

He looked down at the young boy in his arms and all that he could think of

was how he had failed Lily. Harry started to go into convulsions when he

was halfway to the infirmary, "POPPY, GO TO THE INFIMARY!" Severus

screamed in the direction of the nurse's office. He heard shots and footsteps

behind him but he didn't want to waste precious time by turning around. He

figured it was Minerva telling Albus what the situation was.

Severus ran through the infirmary door just seconds after Poppy had rushed

throuHe gHe gently laid Harry down on one of the nearest beds. It was the

first time that he had seen the true extent of his injuries in the light. It
made

him sick.

"py, py, he isn't breathing." Severus said to the nurse as she started
to work

on Harry.

Poppy turned toward Severus " He will be fine Severus, now I suggest that

you go and get your self cleaned up." And with that she turned and

continued working on her patient. Severus stood there and watched Poppy

work her wonders. He saw that Harry had started breathing again and he felt

like the world had been lifted off his shoulders. He was just glad that none

of the otstudstudents were here to see the greasy git of a potions professor

caring about the Boy-who-lived. It would be a death sentence for him if

Voldemort found out. Severus sighed and then he felt someone laid their

hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw Albus smiling grimly as he saw

the condition that Harry was in. Severus started toward the doorway so that

he could go and clean himself up. He was halfway out the door when the

Headmaster spoke up.

"Please meet me in my office about an hour to tell me what happened."

Severus nodded before continuing out the door.

Albus turned and watched patiently as Poppy worked diligently on Harry.

How could he have been so wrong? Merlin he felt terrible. It was his fault

that Harry was in this condition. If only he had listened to Minerva those

long fourteen years ago. Harry would not be on his deathbed if he had just

taken the small child back to Hogwarts like everyone wanted him to do.

Albus sat down on a chair at Harry's bedside when Poppy had announced

that she had done everything that she could do.

"When should he wake up Poppy?" Albus asked quietly his voice laced
with

sorrow.

The school nurse looked up at the Headmaster her eyes filled with tears,
"I

don't know if he will wake up. The damage was very extensive, It is a

miracle that he even made it inside the school." She sniffed; tears were

running silently down he cheeks. "He wasn't breathing when he got here and

his heart quit several times before I got him stabilized." Poppy took a
deep

breath hating what she was going to say next. "His head injuries were the

worst. And I am afraid that if he would wake up.. He may not be the ame.ame." She looked at Albus's face and saw that there where tears racing

down his cheeks and the infamous twinkle in his eyes was gone.

Albus rested his head in his hands he looked back up at Poppy. "What do

you mean 'He may not be the same.'?" He was not sure if he wanted to

know the answer.

"He might not be able to function as an adult. As much as Wizarding

healing magic can do it cannot reverse any type of brain damage. The

longer that he is in a coma the less likely he will have of waking up." By
the

time that she has finished explaining to Albus she had sat down and was

trying to comfort the aged wizard.

As much as he hated to do this he felt that he needed to do this. "Poppy
is it

possible to have a vile of Harry'ood?ood?"

Poppy had never heard of such an unusual request. " Yes I can go and

retrieve some now." A short time later she returned with a small bottle.

Albus thanked her and walked to the door thinking about what he was about

to do. He just hoped that it wasn't too late for either of them.