Twisted Deviant

“Why are you here?” Harry asked in a tired voice, watching as his childhood tormenter walked into the hospital room. Severus Snape paused just inside the doorway. “I was under the impression I was needed,” he said in a deceptively mild tone. “However, if that isn’t the case, I shall tell Minerva that there simply wasn’t a thing I could do.” He turned to leave, only to stop short as Harry desperately called out, “wait.” “I –” Harry started hesitantly. “Do you think you can help them?” Snape’s eyes traveled over the pale forms of Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley occupying two separate hospital beds. Their eyes were wide open, pupils dilated, bodies so rigid they could’ve been carved from stone. “I don’t know,” he said after a moment, glancing over at the younger man’s haggard face. “Please,” Harry whispered softly. “If there is anything you can do, please, please do it. They are all I have left.” “Really, Potter,” Snape said with a sneer. “There’s no need to be melodram