Snape watched, triumphant, as his hated rival twitched and thrashed in a rapidly expanding pool of her own blood. Her screams, long and loud, were both delightful and ear-grating. To finally have beaten her, at all costs.
"Don't look so cocky now!" Snape jeered as she screamed again and again. Her back was a ruin, ragged strips of cloth and skin amongst the blood pumping out.
If she kept bleeding, she would die. She would die like the rats in the Hogwarts dungeons. But he didn't want her to die. She was annoying and horrible, and she deserved this pain after all she'd done, but Snape didn't want to be a murderer.
"Enough." He crouched down beside her in the sticky blood. He ran his wand over her flesh and muttered something that sounded like a song. The countercurse. "Work faster," he hissed, a note of panic entering his voice. He muttered the countercurse over and over again, watching her flesh slowly knit together. "Come on..."
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"Don't look so cocky now!" Snape jeered as she screamed again and again. Her back was a ruin, ragged strips of cloth and skin amongst the blood pumping out.
If she kept bleeding, she would die. She would die like the rats in the Hogwarts dungeons.
But he didn't want her to die. She was annoying and horrible, and she deserved this pain after all she'd done, but Snape didn't want to be a murderer.
"Enough." He crouched down beside her in the sticky blood. He ran his wand over her flesh and muttered something that sounded like a song. The countercurse.
"Work faster," he hissed, a note of panic entering his voice. He muttered the countercurse over and over again, watching her flesh slowly knit together. "Come on..."