Snowglobe?

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Harry pulled back and gave Severus a weak smile, then started searching the room with his eyes.

"There has to be a way of contacting Dumbledore," he said as the water rushed in, already at their knees. Severus just stood at his side, gripping Harry's hand hard enough to make Harry think his bones were going to break. Harry's eyes skipped over all the trinkets and knick-knacks they had broken, searching for something, anything, that might help.

He started scanning the higher shelves until he spotted Albus' picture. It was no longer covered with their added drawings. He suddenly remembered Albus' comment about the painting.

"The painting!" Harry shouted and pointed at it. Severus just looked at it, uncomprehending, and continued to shake. "We can write a message on the painting for Dumbledore," Harry explained as he aimed his wand. He quickly wrote an S.O.S., then pulled Severus toward the stairs that led to the highly cluttered upper level.

By the time they reached the upper level and looked down, the water below was at least four feet deep. Severus stood at the top of the stairs shivering. Harry could see that he was in shock. He directed Severus to remove his wet robe as he began searching for something to use as a blanket. He glanced up at Albus' painting, but nothing had changed yet.

As he was rooting through a box, Harry heard something from above. He looked up and gasped as he saw the skylight window cracking from the pressure of the water. He turned to warn Severus, but was too late. Severus was standing right under the window when it broke. Baring down hundreds of gallons of water, it swept the startled man down the stairs and into the frigid waters below.

Harry cried out and leaned over a rail. The water was dark and cluttered with debris. He couldn't see Severus anywhere. Harry jumped over the rail and into the water to search for his lover, trying desperately not to panic. He surfaced for a gasp of air and realized the water was already touching the upper level as it continued to poor in. He took a deep breath and plunged back down.

Harry searched blindly, pushing unknown objects out of the way. He was forced to surface for air again, but didn't stop long enough to notice the water level. He was becoming frantic as he swam through the water. Harry reached Albus' desk and searched around it. Finally, he felt something cold and soft brush against his hand. He reached out and grabbed hold of Severus' hand. The moment they touched, Harry felt a familiar pull on his stomach.

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Harry opened his eyes to find them back in Albus' office, the real office without water. He heard Fawkes give a shrill cry, and gave one of his own as he looked down at Severus. The man's face was pasty white and his lips were blue. He wasn't breathing.

Harry swallowed his panic and began CPR. He pushed gently on Severus' stomach to try to make his spit out some water, which he did when Harry rolled him onto his side. When Harry had Severus on his back again, he knelt at the man's shoulders. Harry pinched Severus' nose closed and pushed a slow, steady breath into his mouth. He repeated the breath a couple more times, not hearing the gasp from Albus behind him and not noticing Fawkes sit down on Severus' chest.

The phoenix squawked at him when Harry tried to shoe him off. He flew off in a huff when Harry angrily yelled at him. He ignored the bird as he began pressing on Severus' chest. He gave five good pushes, then stopped to check for a pulse. He couldn't feel any movement in Severus' throat, so he started again with the breathing.

As Harry began the presses on Severus' chest again, Fawkes settled himself at Severus' head, tears falling softly into the man's open mouth. Harry stopped to check for vitals again, but Severus still wasn't breathing on his own. Tears rolled down his cheeks as a hand softly laid on his shoulder. He glanced up and saw Albus' pale, worried face. He looked back down as he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, but it was only Madame Pomfrey settling down on the other side of Severus.

Fawkes continued to cry over Severus as Madame Pomfrey waved her wand in slow movements over his still frame. Suddenly, Severus coughed, rolling onto his side facing the medi-witch, and spit out more cold water. Harry finally broke down in heavy sobs as Severus continued to cough. He laid his head on Severus' heaving chest as he rolled again onto his back. He cried even harder when he felt Severus' cold arms wrap weakly around him.

Harry felt a warm blanket being draped across his shoulders. He pulled slowly away from Severus, not wanting to lose contact, and looked up. Albus was kneeling behind him, and when the blanket was fully around him, Albus hugged Harry tightly. Pomfrey wrapped another blanket around Severus before levitating him into the air.

"To the infirmary for you both," she said softly as she manoeuvred Severus towards the door. Albus helped Harry to his feet, and they walked together in silence, past a well hidden Mrs. Norris. The only one to notice the terrified looking cat, was Fawkes. The phoenix squawked at her menacingly.

Harry felt exhausted beyond belief. He stopped at the top of the spiral staircase to collect himself before attempting to walk down them. He closed his eyes a moment and felt darkness claiming him even as he felt himself swept up into strong arms.

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