All the way IIII: Change
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Rage
Gary was thrown some way down the corridor. Immediately, Hermione doubled over, spitting out as much of his saliva as she could. She choked as she looked down and saw the blood from his tongue mingling with the other fluids.
Severus was taking no notice of her. Hermione watched from her bent over position as he strode towards Gary like the Grim Reaper himself.
Hermione did feel sorry for Gary, but a little voice in her head said that she had warned him. Multiple times, actually. She shoved that voice aside, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and moved cautiously after her husband.
He caught the dazed Charms Professor around the throat and hauled him to his feet. Or not to his feet, as Gary’s toes were barely touching the ground as he was slammed into the wall and held there, almost suspended in midair.
Hermione didn't notice until it was too late and Severus had hit the wall on the other side of the hall, that Gary had reached for his wand.
Twisting her fingers together, Hermione walked up to him, "Gary?"
"Yes?"
He barely had the word out when Hermione fist came into contact with his nose, "That was not a smart move!"
He looked at her, dazed and confused, blood dripping from his nose. He shook his head, "I knew you had a temper, but that's just not lady like."
And then Hermione was the one slammed against a wall, Gary once again had his wand outstretched. Her head hit the stone with a sharp crack and she lurched to the floor, falling on her knees in a movement that jarred every bone in her body.
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Severus wasn't quite sure what he was doing any more.
He was hissing and snarling, but he didn't know what he was saying.
Bright white.
Hot red.
A black death rage.
He couldn't feel anything but that.
Couldn't see anything but that.
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Hermione took deep breaths, trying to stay conscious. The back of her head was throbbing and she raised her hand to it gingerly. Her hair was wet and sticky and she knew she was bleeding. She was never a very medical person and she wasn't sure if bleeding from the back of the head was really serious or not, but she didn't care. She did not want her husband going to prison for murder.
Blinking hard to try and clear the stars bursting in front of her eyes, Hermione used the wall to pull herself up. She swayed a bit, but, taking a deep breath, she managed to take a few unsteady steps away from the wall.
Through blurry eyes she managed to make out a dark figure that she guessed to be Severus. Some one was making the most terrible noises, but they were fuzzy and distorted.
She moved closer to the source of the noise. And the cause of the noise.
She felt like she was drifting, barely touching the floor, and decided some where in her mind that, yes, bleeding from the back of the head was serious.
Suddenly, Hermione staggered and fell hard on her hip. Gasping in pain, she looked around and almost stopped breathing. Death Eaters. Every where.
They were coming closer. Hermione choked, trying to scream, but she couldn't. She knew she couldn't. Her voice was gone. They were every where. Coming at her. To get her.
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Severus was dimly aware of a new sound. Screaming, not painful yelling, but screaming. Slowly, he realized that it was not the bloody heap in front of him that was making the noise, but some one behind him.
Dropping what used to be a man to the ground, he turned carefully.
Hermione had pressed herself to the wall, her hands over her mouth, muffling her scream only slightly, her eyes darting around every where.
There was a smear of blood on the wall above her, as if she had slipped down.
Severus hurried over to her, looking around for the thing that was scaring her so badly. There was nothing, the hall was empty. All the students were in bed and Filch was God knows where, skulking about with that hair ball he called a cat.
She leaned into him, as he knelt down by her, crying and shaking. He put his arms around her, one hand stroking her hair. Then he felt the blood and he swore sharply, picking her up.
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Poppy was about to leave the Hospital Wing for the night, when the door banged open and Severus came in, carrying his wife. She was crying and yelping.
Poppy pointed to a bed and Severus put Hermione down. Poppy barely noticed that he was caked in blood.
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"She was only hallucinating," The Medi-witch said quietly, "That was quite a hit to the head she had there."
Severus had used his wand to clean himself up, refusing to go and shower, while Poppy tranquilized Hermione and checked her over.
He did spare one thought for the Charms Professor, however. He hoped the man was dead.
He sat now, watching his wife sleep. Seeing her like that had shaken him. He had seen her cry, he had seen her make herself sick with worry, and he had been sure that it couldn't get any worse. But no, his little wife had more emotions packed away inside her that he had yet to see.
Severus never wanted to see her sheer, unadulterated terror. Ever. Again.
And this was his fault. Her bloody Gryffindor art of making rash decisions was rubbing off on him, he was sure.
But...
... Just seeing that man all over her made him. So. Angry.
So. Incredibly. Furious.
It was clear that she hadn't wanted him to kiss her, but Severus wasn't sure that was what he wanted.
If she had wanted it, it would have hurt him, more than anything ever could, but because she didn't want it, it was like rape, wasn't it? So if she had wanted it, it wouldn't have been hurting her, mentally or physically.
Severus surprised himself by thinking that if it was between her wanting that kiss and him being hurt or her not wanting the kiss and her being hurt, he would rather her have wanted it.
But really, he wished it hadn't ever happened at all.
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Eileen allowed herself one more moment of feeling totally safe and content, before she pulled away from Sirius, covering her mouth with her hand as she yawned.
"I've had enough of you going all scary killer on me." She told him, "I'm going to bed. Good night."
"Are you sure you won't need me to wake you up when you have a nightmare?" he asked hopefully.
Eileen laughed, "No. Good night, Sirius... now get out!"
Sirius went to the door, "Night, Eileen."
He closed the door behind him. Eileen got into bed and, with a wave of her hand, the light went out. She wriggled down quickly, pulling the covers over her head.
Severus was taking no notice of her. Hermione watched from her bent over position as he strode towards Gary like the Grim Reaper himself.
Hermione did feel sorry for Gary, but a little voice in her head said that she had warned him. Multiple times, actually. She shoved that voice aside, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and moved cautiously after her husband.
He caught the dazed Charms Professor around the throat and hauled him to his feet. Or not to his feet, as Gary’s toes were barely touching the ground as he was slammed into the wall and held there, almost suspended in midair.
Hermione didn't notice until it was too late and Severus had hit the wall on the other side of the hall, that Gary had reached for his wand.
Twisting her fingers together, Hermione walked up to him, "Gary?"
"Yes?"
He barely had the word out when Hermione fist came into contact with his nose, "That was not a smart move!"
He looked at her, dazed and confused, blood dripping from his nose. He shook his head, "I knew you had a temper, but that's just not lady like."
And then Hermione was the one slammed against a wall, Gary once again had his wand outstretched. Her head hit the stone with a sharp crack and she lurched to the floor, falling on her knees in a movement that jarred every bone in her body.
""""""""""""""""""""
Severus wasn't quite sure what he was doing any more.
He was hissing and snarling, but he didn't know what he was saying.
Bright white.
Hot red.
A black death rage.
He couldn't feel anything but that.
Couldn't see anything but that.
""""""""""""""""""""
Hermione took deep breaths, trying to stay conscious. The back of her head was throbbing and she raised her hand to it gingerly. Her hair was wet and sticky and she knew she was bleeding. She was never a very medical person and she wasn't sure if bleeding from the back of the head was really serious or not, but she didn't care. She did not want her husband going to prison for murder.
Blinking hard to try and clear the stars bursting in front of her eyes, Hermione used the wall to pull herself up. She swayed a bit, but, taking a deep breath, she managed to take a few unsteady steps away from the wall.
Through blurry eyes she managed to make out a dark figure that she guessed to be Severus. Some one was making the most terrible noises, but they were fuzzy and distorted.
She moved closer to the source of the noise. And the cause of the noise.
She felt like she was drifting, barely touching the floor, and decided some where in her mind that, yes, bleeding from the back of the head was serious.
Suddenly, Hermione staggered and fell hard on her hip. Gasping in pain, she looked around and almost stopped breathing. Death Eaters. Every where.
They were coming closer. Hermione choked, trying to scream, but she couldn't. She knew she couldn't. Her voice was gone. They were every where. Coming at her. To get her.
""""""""""""""""""""
Severus was dimly aware of a new sound. Screaming, not painful yelling, but screaming. Slowly, he realized that it was not the bloody heap in front of him that was making the noise, but some one behind him.
Dropping what used to be a man to the ground, he turned carefully.
Hermione had pressed herself to the wall, her hands over her mouth, muffling her scream only slightly, her eyes darting around every where.
There was a smear of blood on the wall above her, as if she had slipped down.
Severus hurried over to her, looking around for the thing that was scaring her so badly. There was nothing, the hall was empty. All the students were in bed and Filch was God knows where, skulking about with that hair ball he called a cat.
She leaned into him, as he knelt down by her, crying and shaking. He put his arms around her, one hand stroking her hair. Then he felt the blood and he swore sharply, picking her up.
""""""""""""""""""""
Poppy was about to leave the Hospital Wing for the night, when the door banged open and Severus came in, carrying his wife. She was crying and yelping.
Poppy pointed to a bed and Severus put Hermione down. Poppy barely noticed that he was caked in blood.
""""""""""""""""""""
"She was only hallucinating," The Medi-witch said quietly, "That was quite a hit to the head she had there."
Severus had used his wand to clean himself up, refusing to go and shower, while Poppy tranquilized Hermione and checked her over.
He did spare one thought for the Charms Professor, however. He hoped the man was dead.
He sat now, watching his wife sleep. Seeing her like that had shaken him. He had seen her cry, he had seen her make herself sick with worry, and he had been sure that it couldn't get any worse. But no, his little wife had more emotions packed away inside her that he had yet to see.
Severus never wanted to see her sheer, unadulterated terror. Ever. Again.
And this was his fault. Her bloody Gryffindor art of making rash decisions was rubbing off on him, he was sure.
But...
... Just seeing that man all over her made him. So. Angry.
So. Incredibly. Furious.
It was clear that she hadn't wanted him to kiss her, but Severus wasn't sure that was what he wanted.
If she had wanted it, it would have hurt him, more than anything ever could, but because she didn't want it, it was like rape, wasn't it? So if she had wanted it, it wouldn't have been hurting her, mentally or physically.
Severus surprised himself by thinking that if it was between her wanting that kiss and him being hurt or her not wanting the kiss and her being hurt, he would rather her have wanted it.
But really, he wished it hadn't ever happened at all.
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Eileen allowed herself one more moment of feeling totally safe and content, before she pulled away from Sirius, covering her mouth with her hand as she yawned.
"I've had enough of you going all scary killer on me." She told him, "I'm going to bed. Good night."
"Are you sure you won't need me to wake you up when you have a nightmare?" he asked hopefully.
Eileen laughed, "No. Good night, Sirius... now get out!"
Sirius went to the door, "Night, Eileen."
He closed the door behind him. Eileen got into bed and, with a wave of her hand, the light went out. She wriggled down quickly, pulling the covers over her head.