I could hardly breathe. I could feel that at least one of my ribs had cracked, and my wrist most likely as well. I wasn't going to be any help since it was my right wrist and I wouldn't be able to hold up a wand.
It was painful. Every time I moved my hand in the slightest, I almost yelped in pain. I tried to move over to Harry, to reassure him, to keep cover under the giant statue that was guarding him, but every time I even tried to crawl over there was a sickening sharp pain in my chest and I almost blacked out.
This was a great time to find out that I had absolutely no threshold for pain.
I stayed where I was and watched Dumbledore duel with Voldemort. It would have been absolutely fantastic if it weren't so frightening. I knew Dumbledore was dueling to keep Voldemort at bay before the Aurors got here, but Voldemort was dueling to kill. I was concerned for Dumbledore. Not that he couldn't hold his own, but I was still worried.
They were both very powerful, very great wizards. Only a fool wouldn't be able to recognize it.
Dumbledore encased Voldemort in a sphere of water and he shook it off. The water fell to the floor and Voldemort could not be seen anymore. Dumbledore looked frightened as he yelled for Harry to stay where he was.
Then with a yelp of pain, Harry clapped a hand to his forehead and I saw a fantastical morphing of Harry with Voldemort.
Harry's eyes when he opened them turned red, and his mouth was twisted into a cruel smirk.
"Kill me now," came Harry's cruel voice. It was Harry's timbre, and his mouth was speaking the words, but it was obviously Voldemort speaking the harsh sentences.
"If death is nothing, kill the boy," Harry reiterated.
I was scared for Harry. I didn't know what was happening. But was quickly as it had come, it was gone. Voldemort had left the building for good this time and he had taken Bellatrix with him.
Aurors burst through the door and one man pointed towards where Bellatrix had been standing and said in an overly dramatic voice, "There Minister! I saw him there! You-Know-Who took a woman and Disapparated!"
Fudge was spouting gibberish. He looked completely flabbergasted at the appearance of the man that he had tried so hard to ignore for the past year.
Everything that happened next was a blur. Dumbledore approached the Minister and spoke to him quietly. Dumbledore sent out a patronus. He took the head of a shattered statue and made a portkey out of it. Harry walked over to me and asked if I was alright. I couldn't answer him; my head was swimming in pain. We took the portkey to Dumbledore's office.
No sooner than we arrived did Severus burst through the door, looking positively livid.
My heart sank. I knew I was in deep trouble.
"Miss Malfoy, if you would allow me to accompany you to the hospital wing," he said in a dangerous and barely controlled voice that underneath the smooth veneer was positively shaking with anger.
I took a look at Harry and started to shuffle my way to the door, but nearly dropped to the floor in pain from my rib. I brought my hand up to clutch my chest, but pain shot through my hand, wrist, and up my arm. There was no way I was going to make it all the way to the hospital wing.
Severus seemed to take little pity on me, but still asked in a softer voice, "Can you walk?"
"Kind of," I said nonchalantly, trying not to make more of it a deal than it was. I tried to take a few more steps and found that I had an extremely hard time breathing.
I made it through the doors though, and Severus closed the door on Harry's concerned face. As soon as the door was closed, he picked me up wordlessly and carried me to his living quarters.
"I thought we were going to the hospital wing," I said slightly accusingly. He didn't answer me, just laid me gingerly down on his bed.
He came back and rolled up his sleeves. He waved his wand over me and leant a critical eye.
"How did you manage to break two ribs, your radius and your ulna?" he asked skeptically while crossing his arms.
"I fell," I said defensively. I certainly wasn't going to tell him how I fell, it would only mean for a longer scolding session.
He turned a disbelieving eye towards me, but pointed his wand at my wrist and said, "Brackium Emendo."
Instantly my wrist was healed and I felt a million times better. Then he did the same for my ribs.
I sat up and Severus sat down next to me. He heaved a sigh and suddenly he looked very tired and very old.
"Katherine, you shouldn't have done what you did," he said quietly. I flinched. Yelling and screaming would have been so much more preferable.
"What you did was not sensible in the slightest. You have to remember to not let your anger get the best of you every time someone tempers it."
I would have commented that this was the pot calling the cauldron black, but I bit my tongue, letting him finish what he was going to say.
"I was worried senseless. And when Dumbledore sent me a patronus telling me you had been hurt; I thought the worst."
Tears of guilt were beginning to form in my eyes as I truly thought about this. My own temper, hard-headedness and stupidity could have killed me if Voldemort had not been distracted by Harry and Dumbledore. It was only luck that saved me.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. Severus sighed again and hugged me briefly. He got up from the bed and looked away and I capitalized on this time by quickly drying my eyes so he wouldn't see my damning tears.
"You were so angry in the office, I thought you were going to yell at me," I said in a half-teasing way, trying to make the mood a little lighter.
"I'm tired of yelling and screaming Katherine. It only leads to fights. And I don't want to fight anymore," he said slowly.
I felt like my brain was going a mile an hour. "But that's unreasonable Severus. You can't not fight in a marriage or when you're parents of children," I said dumbly.
"You know what I mean. Tiffs or disagreements, I would not mind. But the explosive fights that end with someone getting slapped or going too far in saying hurtful things; those are the fights that need to stop."
He crossed back to me and stared at me down his hooked nose and said, "How could we ever make this work if we're down each other's throats all the time?"
My tongue seemed to have been stolen and I couldn't think.
Is he asking for a divorce when all this is over?
But my fears were relieved whenever he said this next thing.
"I'm not saying that I want a divorce. I'm just saying that if this is going to work, we need to work on it. And the tempers need to be cooled. Both of them."
I nodded, agreeing with everything he was saying. Mostly because I was tired all of the sudden and wanted to wrap this up, but somewhere in the still-functioning rational part of my brain, I could tell that this was definitely what needed to happen.
He unfolded his arms and held a hand out. I took it and he pulled me from the bed and hugged me briefly.
"I'll escort you to your room. The twins are in there right now, and Dobby is looking after them. He says he'll stay with you all night if need be," Severus said.
"I don't think I need him to stay. I'll be fine," I said trying to convince Severus I would be fine, but mostly trying to convince myself.
I allowed him to walk me to my room where he left me and went back into the dungeons. I sighed and opened the door to dismiss Dobby for the night.
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