Happy Bloody Christmas, Severus Snape!
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Adult +
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The Plan
A/N: Hello my awesome readers! Harry Potter actually makes a brief cameo appearance today in a fan-fiction all about the Harry Potter universe…woohoo! Enjoy!
As usual I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make any money off of my story. I do not own the characters, only my own original plot.
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The rain stopped. Hermione was able to hear the last pitter patter of droplets hitting a thatched roof as she came out of her shock. Her eyes were still closed, and she didn’t have the energy to open them. How could she have been so stupid? Did she even remember to pack her wand? There was very little noise to make out, heavy breathing mostly. Laughter. Where on earth was she?
“Tom, I think the prisoner is awake.”
Hermione gasped, her eyes flying open despite the effort it took her to keep from falling back into that comatose state. Only one person named Tom would be stupid enough to take her from Severus, though they had stopped calling him that long ago. Hermione searched the face of the man approaching her with some relief. This was not Tom Riddle. He was a bald, blue-eyed brute, with a crooked mouth that made him look like he was perpetually smiling. And yet despite the lack of a snake-like exterior she found him equally as terrifying. This man was the ring leader, and now that she had seen his face she would never go home.
“Miss Hermione Granger. Fancy seeing you at Spinners End. I’ve heard the rumors of course, same as everybody else, but I just couldn’t believe it.”
“What do you want with me?” she glanced at the two thugs behind him. Neither looked the least bit disturbed at the idea of hurting a pregnant woman. Neither was Tom apparently. The sound of a rough open hand hitting her cheek echoed throughout the dingy cottage. No, Hermione decided, men like this were far more dangerous than Tom Riddle.
“I’ll be doing the talking Miss Granger. As I was saying, I didn’t believe the little red-headed dolt, until I caught you apparating with the greasy slimebag off the grounds. Then it hit me, Severus Snape was the perfect person to pin all this on. And that’s when Weasley came up with a fine plan. One that would get him out of all his debts.”
Hermione glared at the shadows, hoping with all of her heart that he would not be stupid enough to do this to her. It didn’t take long for the shadows to move. And, for what seemed like the millionth time in their brief life together, Ronald Weasley let her down. It took all her strength not to give him a tongue lashing there and then with those three thugs in the room threatening her life, but she hoped she managed to put all her anger into one brief look. If she ever made it out of this alive she fully intended to have Ronald’s balls served to him on a platter.
“So here is the thing darling. If you keep your mouth shut and don’t try to do something incredibly stupid I will allow you and your bastard child to live. Try to escape…and the baby is the first thing to go. Any questions?”
Hermione licked the blood from the corner of her mouth hoping Tom was not given to rhetorical questions. Ronald had not only made her life forfeit, but also that of her baby, and she was going to live long enough to see him pay.
“My question is, what do you want? I’m not anything extraordinary. Severus isn’t rich, he doesn’t have anything of value to you.”
Tom smiled then. A nasty bone-chilling grin that made her almost regret asking. This wasn’t about her, not in his mind.
“I forgot all about that, didn’t I” he said softly. “Weasley and I have it all planned out you see. Using you as bait, Snape kills the current Minister of Magic and then I, Tom Stryker, will assume the throne. It’s a perfectly valid plan”
Hermione froze. Anyone with half a brain could see the true point behind all this. Ronald stupidly thought he could use a mad-man to separate her and Severus. Permanently. The only problem was, as always, he hadn’t thought it all through. Now the entire Wizarding World would be at Tom’s mercy. She had to think quickly, had to find a way out of here. Ronald was not going to be of any help, he wanted Severus to die, if he couldn’t have her no one would. And die Severus would. He would take the fall for the murder of the Minister of Magic: that meant Azkaban and a Dementor’s kiss for sure.
“I can see the wheels turning in there, but remember what I said Miss Granger, any attempts to escape at all and that will be it for the both of you.”
* * *
Meanwhile, at Spinner’s End, Severus paced back and forth. He had called on the Auror’s and even Potter to help him find his missing bride. He should have known that the first person they would begin questioning was himself. He was a reformed death eater, as they had so kindly reminded him.
“Potter, my bride is missing. Perhaps you should investigate the site at which she was taken rather than wasting all this time with me. I assure you I would not harm her, the woman is carrying my offspring”
Harry opened his mouth several times, but said nothing. He had known the father of Hermione’s baby long before Severus had, and he didn’t want to beat a dead horse. The priority was finding Hermione before she or his future god child were hurt.
“Professor do you have any enemies? Anyone who would want to hurt you?”
Severus snorted. There was an incredulous look before Harry got the point and moved on to his other questions. He might not be an Auror officially but he was the best. Especially when involved in mysteries like these.
“Is there anyone you know of who had a particular grudge against Hermione or the baby?” he asked.
Severus didn’t need a moment to think up anyone. Ronald Weasley. That prat, he should have known.
“We both know the answer to that one Potter. Ronald Weasley has been after Hermione for years. When he heard that she was going to be my wife there were threats in the mail, in person, I believe he even worked with Rita Skeeter. It’s him you should be questioning.”
Harry almost delivered a biting response, but knew it was no good. Ron was a likely suspect. In fact, he was the only suspect in a case that had yet to have any leads. Harry knew it wasn’t going to be pretty, but he would have to pay a visit to the Burrow and soon if he had any chance of finding Hermione unharmed.
As usual I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make any money off of my story. I do not own the characters, only my own original plot.
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The rain stopped. Hermione was able to hear the last pitter patter of droplets hitting a thatched roof as she came out of her shock. Her eyes were still closed, and she didn’t have the energy to open them. How could she have been so stupid? Did she even remember to pack her wand? There was very little noise to make out, heavy breathing mostly. Laughter. Where on earth was she?
“Tom, I think the prisoner is awake.”
Hermione gasped, her eyes flying open despite the effort it took her to keep from falling back into that comatose state. Only one person named Tom would be stupid enough to take her from Severus, though they had stopped calling him that long ago. Hermione searched the face of the man approaching her with some relief. This was not Tom Riddle. He was a bald, blue-eyed brute, with a crooked mouth that made him look like he was perpetually smiling. And yet despite the lack of a snake-like exterior she found him equally as terrifying. This man was the ring leader, and now that she had seen his face she would never go home.
“Miss Hermione Granger. Fancy seeing you at Spinners End. I’ve heard the rumors of course, same as everybody else, but I just couldn’t believe it.”
“What do you want with me?” she glanced at the two thugs behind him. Neither looked the least bit disturbed at the idea of hurting a pregnant woman. Neither was Tom apparently. The sound of a rough open hand hitting her cheek echoed throughout the dingy cottage. No, Hermione decided, men like this were far more dangerous than Tom Riddle.
“I’ll be doing the talking Miss Granger. As I was saying, I didn’t believe the little red-headed dolt, until I caught you apparating with the greasy slimebag off the grounds. Then it hit me, Severus Snape was the perfect person to pin all this on. And that’s when Weasley came up with a fine plan. One that would get him out of all his debts.”
Hermione glared at the shadows, hoping with all of her heart that he would not be stupid enough to do this to her. It didn’t take long for the shadows to move. And, for what seemed like the millionth time in their brief life together, Ronald Weasley let her down. It took all her strength not to give him a tongue lashing there and then with those three thugs in the room threatening her life, but she hoped she managed to put all her anger into one brief look. If she ever made it out of this alive she fully intended to have Ronald’s balls served to him on a platter.
“So here is the thing darling. If you keep your mouth shut and don’t try to do something incredibly stupid I will allow you and your bastard child to live. Try to escape…and the baby is the first thing to go. Any questions?”
Hermione licked the blood from the corner of her mouth hoping Tom was not given to rhetorical questions. Ronald had not only made her life forfeit, but also that of her baby, and she was going to live long enough to see him pay.
“My question is, what do you want? I’m not anything extraordinary. Severus isn’t rich, he doesn’t have anything of value to you.”
Tom smiled then. A nasty bone-chilling grin that made her almost regret asking. This wasn’t about her, not in his mind.
“I forgot all about that, didn’t I” he said softly. “Weasley and I have it all planned out you see. Using you as bait, Snape kills the current Minister of Magic and then I, Tom Stryker, will assume the throne. It’s a perfectly valid plan”
Hermione froze. Anyone with half a brain could see the true point behind all this. Ronald stupidly thought he could use a mad-man to separate her and Severus. Permanently. The only problem was, as always, he hadn’t thought it all through. Now the entire Wizarding World would be at Tom’s mercy. She had to think quickly, had to find a way out of here. Ronald was not going to be of any help, he wanted Severus to die, if he couldn’t have her no one would. And die Severus would. He would take the fall for the murder of the Minister of Magic: that meant Azkaban and a Dementor’s kiss for sure.
“I can see the wheels turning in there, but remember what I said Miss Granger, any attempts to escape at all and that will be it for the both of you.”
* * *
Meanwhile, at Spinner’s End, Severus paced back and forth. He had called on the Auror’s and even Potter to help him find his missing bride. He should have known that the first person they would begin questioning was himself. He was a reformed death eater, as they had so kindly reminded him.
“Potter, my bride is missing. Perhaps you should investigate the site at which she was taken rather than wasting all this time with me. I assure you I would not harm her, the woman is carrying my offspring”
Harry opened his mouth several times, but said nothing. He had known the father of Hermione’s baby long before Severus had, and he didn’t want to beat a dead horse. The priority was finding Hermione before she or his future god child were hurt.
“Professor do you have any enemies? Anyone who would want to hurt you?”
Severus snorted. There was an incredulous look before Harry got the point and moved on to his other questions. He might not be an Auror officially but he was the best. Especially when involved in mysteries like these.
“Is there anyone you know of who had a particular grudge against Hermione or the baby?” he asked.
Severus didn’t need a moment to think up anyone. Ronald Weasley. That prat, he should have known.
“We both know the answer to that one Potter. Ronald Weasley has been after Hermione for years. When he heard that she was going to be my wife there were threats in the mail, in person, I believe he even worked with Rita Skeeter. It’s him you should be questioning.”
Harry almost delivered a biting response, but knew it was no good. Ron was a likely suspect. In fact, he was the only suspect in a case that had yet to have any leads. Harry knew it wasn’t going to be pretty, but he would have to pay a visit to the Burrow and soon if he had any chance of finding Hermione unharmed.