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Chapter 2
The horse stopped as soon as it saw grass. Real, green grass. It lowered its head so suddenly to the ground, that he nearly fell off. With great effort he managed to stay there on the sharp horseback. It hurt to sit on the horse’s spine, but the wound hurt more, drenching every other feeling. He didn’t even feel hunger, though he hadn’t been eating for almost two or three days. He was thirsty though, the water from the brook he’d found yesterday had certainly not been enough, especially not now, when the fever dried his body.
Somehow the stop did clear his brain for a while. What had made him run away like this, like some frightened child? Like the true coward Potter said he was. He had a role to play in this war, he remembered that.
”We must go…” he tried, weakly kicking the horse in its ribs, willing it to move. ”Must go… to the Dark Lord… convince him.” Convince him… He couldn’t think straight, the thoughts wandered around like grains of dust in a sunny room – must go back, must convince him… Draco failed to complete his task… The vow… Better this way… Yes, better. Pretend to be his loyal servant, like you’ve always done… Convince him…
The horse moved once again, continued to walk along the road that seemed to lead to nowhere. All he could see was trees and naked fields, an abandoned tractor, low fences, some sheep huddling close together. Somewhere back in his head he could remember that the Dark Lord was furious, that the Malfoys had kept him from going back there.
The wound hurt more and more now, making him feel nauseous. He didn’t even see clearly, he gripped the horses tangled mane, desperately willing himself not to fall to the ground. Fumbling in his clothes with the other hand, he found his wand, the wand with which he had killed a man that had always been like a father for him. A friend of sorts. To no avail at all… He had let them all down… He tried to get rid of the spiders that kept coming out of nowhere, climbing up his arm. All green like the killing curse.
He waved the wand over his own shoulder, attempting to ease the terrible pain.
Severus Snape and other characters (c) JK Rowling
Chapter 2
The horse stopped as soon as it saw grass. Real, green grass. It lowered its head so suddenly to the ground, that he nearly fell off. With great effort he managed to stay there on the sharp horseback. It hurt to sit on the horse’s spine, but the wound hurt more, drenching every other feeling. He didn’t even feel hunger, though he hadn’t been eating for almost two or three days. He was thirsty though, the water from the brook he’d found yesterday had certainly not been enough, especially not now, when the fever dried his body.
Somehow the stop did clear his brain for a while. What had made him run away like this, like some frightened child? Like the true coward Potter said he was. He had a role to play in this war, he remembered that.
”We must go…” he tried, weakly kicking the horse in its ribs, willing it to move. ”Must go… to the Dark Lord… convince him.” Convince him… He couldn’t think straight, the thoughts wandered around like grains of dust in a sunny room – must go back, must convince him… Draco failed to complete his task… The vow… Better this way… Yes, better. Pretend to be his loyal servant, like you’ve always done… Convince him…
The horse moved once again, continued to walk along the road that seemed to lead to nowhere. All he could see was trees and naked fields, an abandoned tractor, low fences, some sheep huddling close together. Somewhere back in his head he could remember that the Dark Lord was furious, that the Malfoys had kept him from going back there.
The wound hurt more and more now, making him feel nauseous. He didn’t even see clearly, he gripped the horses tangled mane, desperately willing himself not to fall to the ground. Fumbling in his clothes with the other hand, he found his wand, the wand with which he had killed a man that had always been like a father for him. A friend of sorts. To no avail at all… He had let them all down… He tried to get rid of the spiders that kept coming out of nowhere, climbing up his arm. All green like the killing curse.
He waved the wand over his own shoulder, attempting to ease the terrible pain.
Severus Snape and other characters (c) JK Rowling
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