Snape ran his hand gently through Cordelia’s hair. She was sleeping in the infirmary. Pomfrey’s face was grim and he knew she was about to add more to it. Snape’s hand shook as he thought about Cordelia’s reaction post vision. She hadn’t reacted. Snape feared that she would wake up. That she couldn’t wake up after the damage.
Seeing her relaxed expression, gently holding one of the many dolls her mother was insistent on sending her, and breath rhythmic he knew he could pretend nothing was wrong. Pomfrey nodded at him and he left Cordelia, reluctantly. She led him to her office, just off the infirmary. He knew Dumbledore would be their waiting.
There was no use hiding it now. Cordelia never kept quiet about what she saw. Snape wondered if it was a compulsion to tell what she saw as best as she could. He was more certain it had something to do with her convictions. Cordelia always did what she thought was right.
As he entered he saw Dumbledore looking over several books. He promptly closed them when he saw him. Pomfrey took motioned for him to take a seat.
“Severus,” Dumbledore began but Pomfrey shook her head.
“Albus, let me tell him first.” Dumbledore nodded, frowning. He didn’t know how the visions affected Cordelia. Snape would bet 50 galleons Dumbledore thought her violent reaction was because it dealt with Voldemort. “Severus,” her voice shook and her face was firm. “I don’t know if you’re aware,” she paused. “not of the visions but her condition.”
“I do.” He smiled bitterly. “How badly is she hurt?” Pomfrey nodded, a sympathetic glance now. Snape hated it. He didn’t want to be pitied. He just wanted to have as much time with Cordelia as possible.
“I’m sorry, Severus but her brain is extremely damaged. I’m surprised she was able to tell us anything. I estimate that at least 50 percent, closer to 60 percent.” Snape froze. He didn’t dare look at Dumbledore. He couldn’t look at those sympathetic blue eyes.
“That’s not possible,” He whispered. “It…it was at least 30, there was still a chance. If I could have kept her away sooner.” His hands shook but nothing else showed how pained he was. “I shouldn’t have brought her here.” He said. “A vision never did so much damage before.” Pomfrey said nothing just making notes. Notes that would be turned over to her primary medi-wizards.
“I’m sorry, Severus.” Dumbledore added. Snape shook his head. He didn’t want to hear that it hadn’t been fruitless. “However we need to discuss her vision,” He said. His tone silently asking why he wasn’t informed before that she had been psychic.
“There’s nothing to discuss, headmaster.” He said coldly. “She told you exactly what’s going to happen. Cedric Diggory is going to die and the Dark Lord will rise again.” He looked straight at him. “She had one before, before the year started. I wrote everything down. I thought there was time.”
“There is Severus,” Dumbledore said quietly. He couldn’t listen to this.
“What more do you want?” He snarled. “Cordelia has helped you enough. We’ll prevent the Dark Lord’s uprising. We know Moody is really Crouch, Jr. now. There is nothing more we can do!” He shook with fury. “She’s going to die because of it! She’ll never wake up with that amount of damage.”
“Severus,” Pomfrey tried to reason, to cut in and help despite not understanding the full significance of the words. “She may still wake up,” Snape froze.
“That’s impossible,” He swallowed. “She won’t be all there, she’ll be as good as gone.”
Pomfrey shook her head. “I don’t know what she looked like before this,” She said motioning to the notes she had taken. “but she’s reacting normally in her sleep. However Cordelia began to receive her visions it may have re-written her brain. She’s still functional but it’s possible she’ll be in pain.” Snape froze. He refused to hope.
Dumbledore dropped his hand on Snape’s shoulder. Snape did not shake it off. He looked into those blue eyes and saw nothing but sympathy. He had underestimated Albus. He was not about to use his daughter when there were other ways. Not after what she paid.
“Severus, we need to discuss what to do. With Voldemort and,” Dumbledore’s gaze fell to the door, “Cordelia.” He gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze. “We can fight for both of them, even if they’re not the same fight.” Snape relaxed slightly and nodded.
He needed to stop the Dark Lord, if only to keep his daughter around for a bit longer. Severus Snape did not have much in life, he would not lose his daughter come hell or high water. Not without doing everything he could.
Pomfrey looked up and smiled. “I think she’ll need you, Severus.” Snape looked out and saw Cordelia was waking up.
He nodded and walked toward her.
“Daddy?” Cordelia muttered, disoriented from the potions and sleep. Snape did nothing but embrace her.