She didn't need to open her eyes to know the doors to the medical wing had been opened; she didn't need to look over to see the figures on the other side of a curtain the hide her cot. She had sat up in bed to dangle her legs off the bed a moment after the fretting medi-witch had left under the illusion that she was slumbering. The few people she had come in contact acted as if she was a living reenactment of a dead man.

The last thing she remembered was a huge row with Lily over her choice in men and the standings they both held. The least to say was how explosive the entire thing ended up being.

Pushing away those thoughts she reached a hand up to tug at her hair, still pink she thought, despite it being greasy and stained with mud. A good scrub would do her well, along with a change of clothes. Her Slytherin vest was in scraps, her tie vanished and what was once a white pressed button up long sleeved shirt missed both sleeves and exposed her lower midriff. Her skirt was the sudden equivalent of a cloth belt and the black tights she wore underneath them full of holes but not too indecent. She didn't have shoes or socks.

With her curiosity settled her viridian eyes trained on the curtain a few feet from the foot of the bed to the silhouettes of four figures. She could pick up the hushed whispers and a brief thought about what all the drama was about ran through.

Me. They're talking about me.

But they were talking their sweet time with it, and Sakura never liked to wait so long, it tempered her nerves. With a lot of effort she stood, only to find her legs overwhelmed with the weakness.

Putting some of her weight on the bed she hobbled over to the curtain as quietly as she could.

She reached out a hand to the curtain, frowned at how dirty it was, and pulled it open.

Four figures stood before the medi-witch, the man to find her, Dumbledore, and a figure draped in black. Black hair that looked greasy and a hooked nose wasn't much to go off but the feeling in her gut tightened. He was so much older than she remembered yesterday.

Severus Snape, her best friend since the falling out with Lily.

Her knees buckled and slammed into the floor with a small black out. Her body shook as her eyes trained on the figure in black, trying to figure out what happened. That couldn't be her Severus. Her Severus was a twitchy, angular figure who was surely hiding away in the library or doing potions or anything but standing before looking twenty years older.

Tears were in her eyes as she lay crumbled on the floor in front of small group, had this been any other time she would have been enraged at her weakness so displayed. The medi-witch was at her side trying to coax her up but not a muscle budged as she stared.

She opened her mouth to speak but stuttered broken words left her mouth. She began over an over to repeat his name, but as these efforts failed she reached out a hand to him.

The figure in black stared back but made no step towards her as he stared back in a stupor.

"Severus."

So this is an update. not much. maybe when I have free time.