Severus's pov

I finished getting ready for the day when Miss Parkinson blasted my bookshelf door door with a amazingly powerful reducto curse. 

"Miss Parkinson, explain why you -"

"Professor! Something's wrong with Jasmine!"

I dropped my potions textbook to take off through the broken bookcase to Jasmine's room. She lay on her bed with a bucket of bile in her scaled arms? I banished the bucket in an instant. Gathering her in my arms, I booked it down to Poppy, passing several students and even a couple other professors. 

"Poppy!"

The old medi-witch looked over from making a bed.

"Oh my- get her in bed!"

Poppy started casting diagnostic charm as well as giving her a fever reducing potion. 

"Poppy, what's wrong with her?"

"I don't know, I need to do some tests Contact Charlie Weasley down in Romania. If this is something dragon related, I would be able to do anything without a dragon expert her. Go!"

I took the liberty to carefully pour potions of blood replenishment and nourishment down Jasmine's throat. I took immense care to do it slowly, so she wouldn't cough up the potions. 

"Hem hem."

It took all my self control to not strangle this woman like a common muggle. 

"What do you want? This is an emergency."

"I don't see the emergency here. It's just a half breed trying to get out of school work. If I don't see her in any of her classes, of which I will be monitoring, I will give Miss Potter a detention."

I was right about to send a bat bogey hex at her when my darling girl jerked to the edge of the bed to involunterrily vomit on the midsection and lower of her dress.  I had to bite the inside of my cheeks to keep a straight face. 

"Detention Miss Potter!"

"She's violently ill! And her name is Rosewood-Snape!"

I made a mental note to award Mr Zabini ten points and a passing grade. After giving the young man an approving nod, I turned a bitter scowl on the vile bitch-witch in front of me, with a disgusting dress.

"Professor Umbridge, I would like for you to leave my daughter alone."

"Hmph! She has detention with me tonight."

"She will not be attending a bogus punishment for something she cannot control at this moment. I you force her to go to this detention, I will go to Fudge about you abusing your authority here."

She went pink, the a deep purplish-red in rage. She scurried out of the hospital wing, muttering a cleaning charm. 

"Go...pops."

My sweet girl was smirking tiredly, looking dazedly next to my head, probably seeing doubles. Her small frame then erupted into another coughing fit, wrenching her body away from us. In her bile, I could see bits of gold flakes and diamond dust of all things.

"I'm here Professor!"

Newly arrived with Miss Parkinson in tow, Charlie Weasley pressed the back of her hand to Jasmine's cheek. She jolted at first, but unashamedly leaned into the touch. 

"Is there anything abnormal going on?"

"Um, she has greenish purple scales all over her arms."

I narrowed my eyes at Mr Zabini; maybe I was too rash in giving him points. I applied a light cutting curse to Jasmine's sleeves. Her arms were covered in thick, shiny scales. 

"Did she com into contact with anything over the summer?"

No, I didn't see anything. But she was with her friends too. Parkinson, go fetch Fredrick and Georgian from the hall. I'll fetch Black."

I sent a worried look toward my daughter before I raced through the halls to my office. I flooed straight to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Black was sitting at his table drinking coffee, reading the Profit. 

"Hey, Sevvy. What's -"

I grabbed his collar and pinned him to the wall with strength I didn't know I had.

"Did something happen to Jasmine when she was with you?! She in the hospital wing cover in scales,  vomiting, and coughing!"

"What?!"

He shoved me off and we flooed to the school.Students were now in the halls heading to their classes, but we ran past all of them back to the hospital wing. Charlie was tapping on Jasmine's scales gently. 

"Jazzy-bear! I'm here sweetheart!"

"Snuff...fles?"

It broke my heart to hear how strained her voice was. 

"I'm here baby girl. What's happened to her?"

"That's what I'm trying to determine. Did she come into contact with anything at your home? Anything at all Lord Black?"

If my daughter came into contact with a cursed object at his house, I'll end up in Azkaban for murder. 

"No, I didn't even have a party. We had fun at beaches in France, the forests in Germany, and even went to a circus in America."

"The circus, what was being shown?"

"It was amazing, Jasmine was called upon to be a volunteer. She was with the acrobats, tightrope walkers, and was...."

I swear to-

"What did my daughter do, Black."

"The knife throwing wheel."

Excuse me?!

"What?!"

"She told me she wasn't cut!"

"Where did the knives hit the board?"

"Next to her left ankle, in between her thighs, next to her left forearm, and next to the side of her cheek."

"Poppy and Parkinson will check her, everyone else, leave the curtain." 

After the curtain was close I turned on Black. 

"Why in Merlin's beard would you let her be strapped to a wooden board meant for sharpened knives?!! Are you crazy?!"

I spoke in pissed whispers  so my baby wouldn't hear us.

"I told her I didn't her on there, but she didn't listen to me! I swear that girl is almost exactly like Lily."

I sighed and rubbed my eyes.  

"Don't I know it."

"Holy shit!"

"Language Miss Parkinson! Gentlemen, please come here."

I rushed to Jasmine's side, looking at her legs in horror. In of her legs were identical dark purple, seemingly burns with bright green veins stretching outwards. The skin closest to the purple burns was a bright red. Inflamed due to infection most likely. 

Black was quick to bend down to question her. 

"Jazzy-bear, what happened?"

"Ac...rob...ats..."

Jasmine began coughing and wheezing into her pillow yet again. '

"Mr. Weasley, what do you think?"

"Hmmm, Lord Black, who was working at the circus?"

"It was a family of a witch and muggle, their five children, and their fifteen grandchildren."

"Well, now that I'm aware of their status, I can say it's a variant of Dragon Pox, but I would need a second opinion from an American Wizarding Doctor. One moment."

I turned my attention to Jasmine's friends standing close to her bed. I sighed, knowing I had to send them away. 

"Parkinson, Zabini. I won't force you to go to class. You can go back to the common room, and prepare the room for Jasmine to rest."

Zabini agreed with me, sent one last glance at Jasmine, then led Parkinson out of the Hospital wing. My poor girl looked upset then she sneezed so hard her head hit the bedframe, giving her a bloody nose. A tall man wearing black jeans, dark red shirt, dragonhide boots and gloves walked over with his wand out. His most notable feature was a deep and jagged scar going across his face. 

"Stupid girl."

The, now apparent, American, fixed Jasmine's nose before Poppy could. A red crystalline gemstone was pressed to the purple area on Jasmine's legs. Her eyes snapped open, but I doubt she saw anything, and screamed. The American swiftly put her under a silencing charm. Black held me back from decking him like a common muggle. 

Anthony?! What are you doing?!"

"Confirming your suspicions. She has what's know as Draconic Ice Ailment. It was discovered twenty years ago by an old dude called Martin Shammork. It's normally contracted through Ice Dragon scales that haven't been charmed properly. The best antidote is rest, vitamins and minerals, and this potion. It doesn't have a name, but with this potion, shell be right as rain in one day and one night."

"Thank you, Mr. Goldstein."

"Of course. I have a bakery to get back to now."

I helped Poppy flip Jasmine back on her back. Anthony held the potion bottle to her lips, and Jasmine did her best to drink it. He then turned to Black, handing him the empty bottle. 

"You, are you the Potions Master here?"

"That would be me. This worthless Auror wishes he was at my level."

"Watch it Sniv."

"Here's the recipe for the potion. It has to be followed exactly for the best taste and properties. If even one step is out of place, her organs will melt into an acid-like puddle. See ya."

A apparated away, causing Jasmine to flinch. I stared at the recipe in my hand, anxiety building. When I made this potion, I need to be absolutely focused, or else...

"Black, take this recipe to my potion room and place it under the highest protection charm you can."

"Rodger that."

I covered Jasmine in my robe before lifted her out of the bed.

"I can't believe you still have that. It's so tacky."

I realized she was talking about the obnoxious "Slytherin Pride" sweater she made me for my birthday. She still thought it was tacky of all things. It is, but I still love it.

"Well missy, I'm not going to discard a birthday present, regardless of how "tacky" it is."

"I forgot you were a legilimens."

She thought she thought that? This potion's a strong one.

"Yes well, I don't want to see your butt out of bed for the rest of the day. I will notify the other teachers about your absence and demand a free day from Albus."

"You know he won't let you."

I opened the door to her room chuckling a bit. 

"I'm aware, but it's worth a shot." 

I laid my girl in bed, still swaddled in my robe and tucked her in. 

"Parkinson, Zabini. I don't want her to leave this bed for anything. If you manage to keep her here, you will be exempt from potions testing with an automatic O. This entails bringing her food, water, books, and anybody she wishes to see. Understood?"

They both gave me a salute.

"Yes sir!"

"Good. Try to get some rest sweetheart."

I kissed my already sleeping girl and rushed out of the room.

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