Severus' eyes widened, fear evident in them. He grabbed the cloak that was moving towards him. He had nothing to say to the beast, even if it had a conscious mind.
It was over.
Severus waved his wand angrily and Disapparated to his small, closed down house in Manchester.
Inside, overwhelmed by nausea from the Apparition and shock from the experience with the beast, Severus just sank down on the floor, utterly numb. He had nothing left; no feelings, no tears, no anger, no fear. He was just empty.
He didn't know if it took hours or days before he managed to get up from the dirty wooden floor to get an owl to deliver a message for the beast.