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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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1,507
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6
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Cuts
This is the new and improved version, I am currently re writting the whole thing. I have a beta and she rocks. Enjoy and let me know what you think.. The first chapter is basically the same,a little longer, but not much different.
Ch.1: Cuts
The dark green Mustang glided down the European private road with ease, cornering in familiarity. The deep trance music thrummed from the car’s speakers while the driver took a drag of her cigarette. She inhaled deeply as the day’s events ran through her mind. She smiled at a particularly humorous moment, and recounted the list of items she ordered to be dlelivered the following day. Taking a final drag off of the cigarette, she snubbed it out in the butt collector and ran a long fingered hand through her long, loosely curled, black hair.
As the vehicle rounded the next corner, her headlights fell upon a huddled black mass in the middle of the street. The driver quickly pulled up the hand brake and pointed her wheels into the turn. That caused the 2007 Mustang to drift around the mass, missing it by inches. She brought the car to a stop and shut off the stereo. Allowing the car to remain at idle, she cautiously stepped out of the vehicle, flashlight in hand and approached the mass slowly, fearing that it may be a wild animal. As she approached, the sound of raspy breathing reached her ears. As she got came closer, the outer layer appeared to be a densely woven blanket of some kind. What in the world? she thought quietly. She knelt next to the man and felt and oozy warmth as it penetrated her jeans at the knee. She realized it is his blood and quickly recalled her emergency medical training.
“Hello, sir? Can you hear me?” Knowing not to shake him as it may jar some injuries, she instead placed a hand on his clamy forehead. This is not good, it appears thet he's lost a lot of blood, but there may still be a chance. The man shuddered and groaned in response. “Sir, I need you to talk to me… I want to help you but you need to help me help you. Can you move, or is your back or neck injured?” He groaned again but shook his head. "I am going to roll you onto your back all right? Ready, one, two..." Placing her left hand on the outer most point on his right shoulder and cupping his head in her right, she gently rolled him over.
Twisting her watch around, she checked his pulse which seemed shallow and was hard to get a clear reading. She lifted aside some of his lank black hair and noted how damaged his face is. One eye appeared to be swollen shut. His face was badly beaten. She gently lifted the eyelid of his left eye and checked his responce to her flashlight. He groaned and pulled away as the bright light flashed.
She breathed a sigh of relief that his injuries wouldn’t prevent her from taking him to the compound for treatment. She only had a low riding car, not an ambulance or her truck. It would prove difficult if he couldn’t get in her car. She set the flashlight on the ground, outside the pool of blood and carefully pulled the heavy wool blanket away from him to assess the damage. What odd clothes. She shrugged that thought away and examined the various cuts that she could see through the torn waistcoat. She could see the internal blood was beginning to gather at the lowest point of his body.
"I will be right back, I am going to pull my car closer. You look to heavy for me to carry far, okay? I will be right over here." He could hear the car move past him and turn around. She pulled as close as she could. Getting out she went to the passenger side and opened the door and moved the seat back. She returned to his side.
“You have some pretty deep lacerations that need to be stitched.” She brushed the oily black hair that fell in a curtain over his face away. Tears shimmered in his dark eyes as he fought to remain in control of his emotions. He had a few gashes on his face and blood leaked from a swollen nose. His face was covered in sheen of sweat. “I need you to sit up so I can get you in my car, can you?” He nodded curtly. “I’ll help you. What is your name?”
She cradled his head and held out her arm to help him to a hunched sitting position, before he answered brokenly, “Sev-er-us.”
“Here, let me wipe your face so you can see, Severus is it?” He nodded as she pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped away the blood and sweat. She rested the backside of her hand against his cheek to test his temperature. His skin felt cool and concern worried her brow. “How long have you been here?” Probably too long.
“I… Don’t know…”
Frowning at his reply, she stood. She helped him encircle his arms about her neck and she carefully lifted him to his feet. “Well, let’s not waste any more time, as it appears you’ve lost enough blood. I’m going to help you into my car so I can get you patched up.” He cast an uneasy glance at the quietly idling machine, but did as he was told seeing that he was not in much of a position to object. They took one slow step at a time and finally made it to the car. He had never been in one before, but he knew what they were. His muggle father owned a rust bucket of one.
After a few moments and grunts, they finally got seated in the car. She reached across his lap to grab his seatbelt. Her black curls tickle his lip and he could smell sandalwood, the very same scent he wore himself. She latched his belt and secured her own. She put the vehicle in gear and resumed the trip down the quiet lane. "Try and relax, but I need you to stay awake so you need to talk to me." Glancing over at him she could see his face turned away. "Come on Severus, talk to me honey."
Oh poor Severus, he's all banged up... I wonder who did that? And who's the lady? Guess we'll have to wait and see...
Okay…. This is my first shot and Sev and OFC. Tell me what you think? I’ll try to update regularly but RL gets in the way. (Stupid RL… :P)
Thanks for reading!
Ch.1: Cuts
The dark green Mustang glided down the European private road with ease, cornering in familiarity. The deep trance music thrummed from the car’s speakers while the driver took a drag of her cigarette. She inhaled deeply as the day’s events ran through her mind. She smiled at a particularly humorous moment, and recounted the list of items she ordered to be dlelivered the following day. Taking a final drag off of the cigarette, she snubbed it out in the butt collector and ran a long fingered hand through her long, loosely curled, black hair.
As the vehicle rounded the next corner, her headlights fell upon a huddled black mass in the middle of the street. The driver quickly pulled up the hand brake and pointed her wheels into the turn. That caused the 2007 Mustang to drift around the mass, missing it by inches. She brought the car to a stop and shut off the stereo. Allowing the car to remain at idle, she cautiously stepped out of the vehicle, flashlight in hand and approached the mass slowly, fearing that it may be a wild animal. As she approached, the sound of raspy breathing reached her ears. As she got came closer, the outer layer appeared to be a densely woven blanket of some kind. What in the world? she thought quietly. She knelt next to the man and felt and oozy warmth as it penetrated her jeans at the knee. She realized it is his blood and quickly recalled her emergency medical training.
“Hello, sir? Can you hear me?” Knowing not to shake him as it may jar some injuries, she instead placed a hand on his clamy forehead. This is not good, it appears thet he's lost a lot of blood, but there may still be a chance. The man shuddered and groaned in response. “Sir, I need you to talk to me… I want to help you but you need to help me help you. Can you move, or is your back or neck injured?” He groaned again but shook his head. "I am going to roll you onto your back all right? Ready, one, two..." Placing her left hand on the outer most point on his right shoulder and cupping his head in her right, she gently rolled him over.
Twisting her watch around, she checked his pulse which seemed shallow and was hard to get a clear reading. She lifted aside some of his lank black hair and noted how damaged his face is. One eye appeared to be swollen shut. His face was badly beaten. She gently lifted the eyelid of his left eye and checked his responce to her flashlight. He groaned and pulled away as the bright light flashed.
She breathed a sigh of relief that his injuries wouldn’t prevent her from taking him to the compound for treatment. She only had a low riding car, not an ambulance or her truck. It would prove difficult if he couldn’t get in her car. She set the flashlight on the ground, outside the pool of blood and carefully pulled the heavy wool blanket away from him to assess the damage. What odd clothes. She shrugged that thought away and examined the various cuts that she could see through the torn waistcoat. She could see the internal blood was beginning to gather at the lowest point of his body.
"I will be right back, I am going to pull my car closer. You look to heavy for me to carry far, okay? I will be right over here." He could hear the car move past him and turn around. She pulled as close as she could. Getting out she went to the passenger side and opened the door and moved the seat back. She returned to his side.
“You have some pretty deep lacerations that need to be stitched.” She brushed the oily black hair that fell in a curtain over his face away. Tears shimmered in his dark eyes as he fought to remain in control of his emotions. He had a few gashes on his face and blood leaked from a swollen nose. His face was covered in sheen of sweat. “I need you to sit up so I can get you in my car, can you?” He nodded curtly. “I’ll help you. What is your name?”
She cradled his head and held out her arm to help him to a hunched sitting position, before he answered brokenly, “Sev-er-us.”
“Here, let me wipe your face so you can see, Severus is it?” He nodded as she pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped away the blood and sweat. She rested the backside of her hand against his cheek to test his temperature. His skin felt cool and concern worried her brow. “How long have you been here?” Probably too long.
“I… Don’t know…”
Frowning at his reply, she stood. She helped him encircle his arms about her neck and she carefully lifted him to his feet. “Well, let’s not waste any more time, as it appears you’ve lost enough blood. I’m going to help you into my car so I can get you patched up.” He cast an uneasy glance at the quietly idling machine, but did as he was told seeing that he was not in much of a position to object. They took one slow step at a time and finally made it to the car. He had never been in one before, but he knew what they were. His muggle father owned a rust bucket of one.
After a few moments and grunts, they finally got seated in the car. She reached across his lap to grab his seatbelt. Her black curls tickle his lip and he could smell sandalwood, the very same scent he wore himself. She latched his belt and secured her own. She put the vehicle in gear and resumed the trip down the quiet lane. "Try and relax, but I need you to stay awake so you need to talk to me." Glancing over at him she could see his face turned away. "Come on Severus, talk to me honey."
Oh poor Severus, he's all banged up... I wonder who did that? And who's the lady? Guess we'll have to wait and see...
Okay…. This is my first shot and Sev and OFC. Tell me what you think? I’ll try to update regularly but RL gets in the way. (Stupid RL… :P)
Thanks for reading!