"I was in a bad way after the attack, Hermione," Severus said softly.  "A few drops of the elixir of life, thanks to the Stone, draught of the living death and a bezoar prevented my death, but I was gravely wounded.  It took some time to recover. Shacklebolt was the only one outside of St. Mungo’s who knew that I was not, in fact, actually dead... But even then, it was touch and go."  He stroked her hair as she snuggled close to him. Kingsley turned to her.