Severus rolled up his trouser leg, revealing the scar Fluffy had left behind.
"How is it?" he asked from his chair.
"It looks fine on the outside." Pomona examined the wound, then crouched to inspect it carefully, pressing it with her fingers. "Should you go to St Mungo's and see a doctor?"
"I taught all those 'doctors,'" he said with a frown, still not forgetting to sneer even at a time like this.
"Why does it still hurt after so long?" she asked sadly, looking at the wound.
Not every three-headed dog was Cerberus, yet Fluffy had grown bigger and bigger, with an increasingly foul temper. Two years ago, Dumbledore had made it guard the trapdoor. During the Halloween feast when the Troll entered the school, Severus had been bitten by it.
Though being bitten by it did not mean he had to worry about turning into a Werewolf, still...
She slowly raised her head and found Severus staring at her chest. Looking down, she hurriedly covered her neckline.
He had come to see her before bed. Tonight, he was responsible for patrolling the castle, and the effects of the Polyjuice Potion had already worn off. Her nightgown was looser than usual.
"Do you have any Dittany?" he asked, still frowning, his eyes turned elsewhere.
"Wait a moment." She stood and searched the medicine cabinet for the bottle of Dittany.
In mythology, Cerberus's task was to guard the entrance to the underworld, preventing both the dead from leaving and the living from entering.
Most people, unless they were tired of living, would never think of going to the underworld. But there were always those who wanted to take on a challenge, like Theseus, who had made a wager with a young man. They were going to abduct the Queen of