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Whiskey Lullaby
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,559
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23
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1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Whiskey Lullaby
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this. JK Rowling owns HP and Co. Brad Paisley, Allison Krause, and a whole bunch of other people own the lyrics to \'Whisky Lullaby\'.
A/N: WARNING: THIS FIC IS REALLY SAD! IT CONTAINS CHARACTER DEATH! IF YOU DON\'T LIKE IT WHEN THE CHARACTERS DIE, PLEASE DON\'T READ! IF YOU DO READ, DON\'T FLAME ME, YOU WERE WARNED!!
She put him out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette.
She broke his heart: He spent his whole life trying to forget.
We watched him drink his pain away, a little at a time,
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind,
Until the night: He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger.
And finally drank away her memory.
Life is short, but this time it was bigger,
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees.
We found him with his face down in the pillow,
With a note that said: \"I\'ll love her till I die.\"
And when we buried him beneath the willow,
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby.
“Oh, it’s you,” she monotoned as she opened the door to her chambers. “What do you want?”
“I want to talk to you.”
She sighed. “Maybe you should have thought about that three weeks ago when you started avoiding me. The time for talking has passed.”
She looked at him with pain and anger in her eyes. “Three years, Severus: that’s how long you’ve been treating me as your whore. You really are the heartless bastard Harry and Ron thought you were while we were in school. I’ve tried to get close to you, to get you to open up, and in three years all it’s gotten me is heart break after heart break. Don’t come back. Don’t come back wanting to talk; don’t come back thinking I’ll be your whore another day. I won’t. I’m finished with you.”
Hermione slammed the door in the potions master’s face. He stood there looking at the solid oak door with his mouth hanging open. He’d just spent the last three weeks a nervous wreck because he wanted to confess to her his deep love and ask her for her hand in marriage. She’d just snuffed out the only hope that had blossomed in his heart in his whole life.
He turned and trudged back to the dungeons with his head bowed in defeat. He pulled the little velvet box from his robes as he shed them in favor of his more comfortable trousers and shirt. Severus went to his liquor cabinet and poured himself a tall glass of fire whiskey. He made his way to his navy velour couch and slumped down on it. Opening the small box he stared at the diamond ring cradled gently inside. Heaving a sigh, he set the box down and drained the glass. He retrieved the whole bottle and began to drink it, not bothering with his glass. Halfway through, he pulled the ring from its velvet cradle and clutched it in his hand. The tears fell that had been pooling in his eyes. He’d not cried since he was a child, but that night, he sobbed. He knew he’d screwed up his only hope of redemption.
The next days and weeks brought a tired looking and haggard potions master skulking through the castle. His tone lacked its usual acidity. His glares were only half-hearted. Severus Snape no longer bothered with taking points from students unless they were really breaking the rules. He kept a bottle of fire whiskey on his table and in his private lab. It was easier for him to drink away the pain of knowing that he’d successfully screwed up his whole life.
In the months following, it was obvious that something was wrong, yet none of the staff dared to approach Snape. Finally, one Friday night, Albus Dumbledore made his way to the man’s private quarters. The sight that met him left him stunned.
Snape answered his door wearing a pair of sleep pants and carrying a bottle of his precious fire whiskey. “What do you want?” He sneered half-heartedly.
“I’ve come to check on you my boy,” Albus said alarmed. “You weren’t at supper tonight and I’ve noticed that you haven’t been sleeping well, if the circles below your eyes are any indication. You look much worse off now than you ever did when Voldemort was alive. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he snapped, “Absolutely nothing is wrong with me, at least, nothing you could meddle in and fix. As far as supper,” Severus held up the bottle and shook it, “I’ve got it right here. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some things to do!”
He ushered the older wizard from his chambers and promptly slammed the door. Severus didn’t sleep at all that weekend. He didn’t eat a bite, either. Come Monday morning, he strode into class and with a wave of his wand the potions instructions were on the board. “Get to work,” is all that he said.
By spring time, the towering man was a shell of his former self. His eyes were always bloodshot, he’d lost more weight than was healthy, and he was drinking three bottles of fire whiskey a day. He’d even taken to keeping a flask in his desk drawer to drink between his classes. It was obvious to everyone that something had gone terribly wrong with the man but no one seemed to know what.
The day after school let out for the summer Dumbledore visited the dungeons again to try to pry what was going on from the man. After knocking at Snape’s door and not getting an answer, Dumbledore entered. “Severus. Severus?”
The old wizard looked around Snape’s rooms for the younger man and when he did not find him, he opened the bedroom door. The former spy was curled up in the fetal position on top of the silk comforter on his bed. He usually pale skin was an even more pasty color with a tinge of blue around his lips.
The usually calm Dumbledore began to shake slightly, “No, please, no!”
He touched the potions master’s shoulder and jerked his hand back quickly as though shocked. He was cold as ice. Albus quickly ignited the hearth and threw in some floo powder. In no time, Poppy and Minerva were both with him.
Poppy confirmed that he had indeed passed on the night before, though she could not tell the other two why at the moment. Minerva held Albus has he cried for the young man whom he’d mentored. Poppy pried a note along with a diamond ring from the dead man’s hand. She opened the parchment and read it before handing it to Albus.
Hermione,
When we last spoke, you told me I treated you like my whore. I understand how you could have come to that conclusion, but nothing could be farther from the truth. These last three years, you have been my sunlight. You have been the air that I breathe. You have been the hope that I wanted all of my life. I fell in love with you long ago, but I was too stubborn to admit it to myself, and to afraid to admit it to you. I have none of that Gryffindor courage your ‘Golden Trio’ was always famous for. When you slammed the door in my face, something inside me broke. Please know that I’ll love you until I die.
Sev
In the days that followed, there were many tears inside Hogwarts. Dumbledore and Minerva both mourned not only for their lost colleague, but for the son neither had but saw in him. The members of the Order mourned for the stubborn man who risked his life for them all. Much of the public shed tears for the war hero no one ever really knew.
Hermione was never given the note. Albus did not want her to know that she’d been the one to break the man. She managed to do in five minutes with words what Voldemort failed to do in over twenty years with curses and hexes. She knew in her heart why he passed so suddenly. Poppy wouldn’t tell her what happened, only that they found him lying in his bed.
The young witch cried. She cried for the harsh words she left him with. She cried for what they had. Mostly, though, she cried for what they could never have now.
The Headmaster chose to give him a hero’s burial on the grounds of Hogwarts. They chose a spot near the Womping Willow to lay him in the ground. Only close friends were present at the funeral, and it took every bit of strength that Harry and Ron possessed to escort the hysterical Hermione from the grave site.
A/N2: This sad little plot bunny has been bugging me for a few days now. I just had to get it out. There will only be one more chapter, and for those that know the song, you know what happens. Otherwise, please review and tell me what you think!!!
A/N: WARNING: THIS FIC IS REALLY SAD! IT CONTAINS CHARACTER DEATH! IF YOU DON\'T LIKE IT WHEN THE CHARACTERS DIE, PLEASE DON\'T READ! IF YOU DO READ, DON\'T FLAME ME, YOU WERE WARNED!!
She broke his heart: He spent his whole life trying to forget.
We watched him drink his pain away, a little at a time,
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind,
Until the night: He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger.
And finally drank away her memory.
Life is short, but this time it was bigger,
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees.
We found him with his face down in the pillow,
With a note that said: \"I\'ll love her till I die.\"
And when we buried him beneath the willow,
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby.
“Oh, it’s you,” she monotoned as she opened the door to her chambers. “What do you want?”
“I want to talk to you.”
She sighed. “Maybe you should have thought about that three weeks ago when you started avoiding me. The time for talking has passed.”
She looked at him with pain and anger in her eyes. “Three years, Severus: that’s how long you’ve been treating me as your whore. You really are the heartless bastard Harry and Ron thought you were while we were in school. I’ve tried to get close to you, to get you to open up, and in three years all it’s gotten me is heart break after heart break. Don’t come back. Don’t come back wanting to talk; don’t come back thinking I’ll be your whore another day. I won’t. I’m finished with you.”
Hermione slammed the door in the potions master’s face. He stood there looking at the solid oak door with his mouth hanging open. He’d just spent the last three weeks a nervous wreck because he wanted to confess to her his deep love and ask her for her hand in marriage. She’d just snuffed out the only hope that had blossomed in his heart in his whole life.
He turned and trudged back to the dungeons with his head bowed in defeat. He pulled the little velvet box from his robes as he shed them in favor of his more comfortable trousers and shirt. Severus went to his liquor cabinet and poured himself a tall glass of fire whiskey. He made his way to his navy velour couch and slumped down on it. Opening the small box he stared at the diamond ring cradled gently inside. Heaving a sigh, he set the box down and drained the glass. He retrieved the whole bottle and began to drink it, not bothering with his glass. Halfway through, he pulled the ring from its velvet cradle and clutched it in his hand. The tears fell that had been pooling in his eyes. He’d not cried since he was a child, but that night, he sobbed. He knew he’d screwed up his only hope of redemption.
The next days and weeks brought a tired looking and haggard potions master skulking through the castle. His tone lacked its usual acidity. His glares were only half-hearted. Severus Snape no longer bothered with taking points from students unless they were really breaking the rules. He kept a bottle of fire whiskey on his table and in his private lab. It was easier for him to drink away the pain of knowing that he’d successfully screwed up his whole life.
In the months following, it was obvious that something was wrong, yet none of the staff dared to approach Snape. Finally, one Friday night, Albus Dumbledore made his way to the man’s private quarters. The sight that met him left him stunned.
Snape answered his door wearing a pair of sleep pants and carrying a bottle of his precious fire whiskey. “What do you want?” He sneered half-heartedly.
“I’ve come to check on you my boy,” Albus said alarmed. “You weren’t at supper tonight and I’ve noticed that you haven’t been sleeping well, if the circles below your eyes are any indication. You look much worse off now than you ever did when Voldemort was alive. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he snapped, “Absolutely nothing is wrong with me, at least, nothing you could meddle in and fix. As far as supper,” Severus held up the bottle and shook it, “I’ve got it right here. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some things to do!”
He ushered the older wizard from his chambers and promptly slammed the door. Severus didn’t sleep at all that weekend. He didn’t eat a bite, either. Come Monday morning, he strode into class and with a wave of his wand the potions instructions were on the board. “Get to work,” is all that he said.
By spring time, the towering man was a shell of his former self. His eyes were always bloodshot, he’d lost more weight than was healthy, and he was drinking three bottles of fire whiskey a day. He’d even taken to keeping a flask in his desk drawer to drink between his classes. It was obvious to everyone that something had gone terribly wrong with the man but no one seemed to know what.
The day after school let out for the summer Dumbledore visited the dungeons again to try to pry what was going on from the man. After knocking at Snape’s door and not getting an answer, Dumbledore entered. “Severus. Severus?”
The old wizard looked around Snape’s rooms for the younger man and when he did not find him, he opened the bedroom door. The former spy was curled up in the fetal position on top of the silk comforter on his bed. He usually pale skin was an even more pasty color with a tinge of blue around his lips.
The usually calm Dumbledore began to shake slightly, “No, please, no!”
He touched the potions master’s shoulder and jerked his hand back quickly as though shocked. He was cold as ice. Albus quickly ignited the hearth and threw in some floo powder. In no time, Poppy and Minerva were both with him.
Poppy confirmed that he had indeed passed on the night before, though she could not tell the other two why at the moment. Minerva held Albus has he cried for the young man whom he’d mentored. Poppy pried a note along with a diamond ring from the dead man’s hand. She opened the parchment and read it before handing it to Albus.
Hermione,
When we last spoke, you told me I treated you like my whore. I understand how you could have come to that conclusion, but nothing could be farther from the truth. These last three years, you have been my sunlight. You have been the air that I breathe. You have been the hope that I wanted all of my life. I fell in love with you long ago, but I was too stubborn to admit it to myself, and to afraid to admit it to you. I have none of that Gryffindor courage your ‘Golden Trio’ was always famous for. When you slammed the door in my face, something inside me broke. Please know that I’ll love you until I die.
Sev
In the days that followed, there were many tears inside Hogwarts. Dumbledore and Minerva both mourned not only for their lost colleague, but for the son neither had but saw in him. The members of the Order mourned for the stubborn man who risked his life for them all. Much of the public shed tears for the war hero no one ever really knew.
Hermione was never given the note. Albus did not want her to know that she’d been the one to break the man. She managed to do in five minutes with words what Voldemort failed to do in over twenty years with curses and hexes. She knew in her heart why he passed so suddenly. Poppy wouldn’t tell her what happened, only that they found him lying in his bed.
The young witch cried. She cried for the harsh words she left him with. She cried for what they had. Mostly, though, she cried for what they could never have now.
The Headmaster chose to give him a hero’s burial on the grounds of Hogwarts. They chose a spot near the Womping Willow to lay him in the ground. Only close friends were present at the funeral, and it took every bit of strength that Harry and Ron possessed to escort the hysterical Hermione from the grave site.
A/N2: This sad little plot bunny has been bugging me for a few days now. I just had to get it out. There will only be one more chapter, and for those that know the song, you know what happens. Otherwise, please review and tell me what you think!!!