Rodolphus Lestrange, Pensieve Memory, May 1998

[nex_colubra]

Name: Rodolphus Lestrange
Date: May, 1998
Format: Pensieve Memory
Relevance: What happened after Rodolohus escaped from the Battle at Hogwarts (follows this post)
Once again I am indebted to Dr Robert Elessar for advice on all things medical.

Comments

[exsequeverus]

(The flickering is a momentary affair. As the adrenaline fights with the Draught, his breathing strengthens and his neck begins to swell around the bite site, the occasional drop of venom fighting its way through to the air. By the time they come back, though, the potion has begun to win. The swelling is slowly beginning to go down again--and so is his breath rate)

[nex_colubra]

Rodolphus and the doctor returned, laden with supplies. Robert set down a box and immediately went to check on Severus

[exsequeverus]

(the skin of his arm twitches around the needle, for all the world as though it knows what's going on and would like to register an objection, please...)

[nex_colubra]

Doctor Robert notices the twitching.

"Look at that. Shows the nerves are still working."

Rodolphus nodded. Not that he had any doubts about Severus' nerves in the first place. "It's mostly just blood now." he told the doctor, holding up a piece of gauze.

Robert peered at Severus neck. "We'll just leave like that for a bit. Make sure there's nothing left in to come out. Now," he turned to Rodolphus, "let's see about that nose of yours. Sit down." he indicated a chair.

[blackdasphodele]

*flails about STILL even though time was given between reading and commenting to try to contain said flailing*

*stands in the room where Harry took her when she thought she was going to recover Severus' body*
*stares blankly down at the coagulated pool of blood on the floor*

[nex_colubra]

There there. *pats*

Rodolphus was still staring at Severus, trying to determine what about him seemed different. He stuck his hands in his pockets, as he always did when he was at a loss for what to do. Absently, he fingered the locket, running a finger along the edges.

[blackdasphodele]

*has her hands fisted in her robes, at a loss for what to do with them save span them over the small hard swell of her belly or fiddle with her necklace*
*slides to her knees just at the edge of it, silent and pale*
*reaches out to press two fingers into the blood*

[nex_colubra]

Rodolphus approached the sofa slowly. He bent down, mouth next to Severus' ear.

"Severus?" He whispered hoarsely. "Are you awake? Can you hear me? It's Rodolphus Severus. You're safe. We're safe. We're in my fathers cottage."

He steps back, waiting to see if there's any reaction to his words. His hand goes back into his pocket and he pulls out the locket. He stares at it, remembering the note Narcissa sent him. His eyes go flinty and he clenches his fist around the locket, the edges biting into his palm.