The Guardian of Slytherin
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Chapter Ten
Hello! I've decided to be nice and post just a tad bit early, seeing as I did leave one and all with a bit of a cliff hanger. True, it's not five minutes after the last posting (Smurphy), but at least it's not eleven or midnight tonight, huh? Thanks for reading! Please review!!
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Chapter Ten
It was the scratching at the door that called his attention to it. Severus went over and found Hermione leaning against the wooden frame. She nearly fell into the room, but he caught her before she could do so. He walked her to the bed, cursing the fact that he couldn’t yet carry her to it himself.
Once he had her sitting, he asked, “Is Lucius alive?”
“It took…forever,” she muttered, falling back onto the bed. “But he was breathing when I left him there with Draco.” Hermione looked over at him. “Go check on him.” She caressed his face. “I’ll still be here.”
Leaning down he kissed her mouth tender yet possessively and left to go look in on Lucius. Draco glanced up from his father’s sleeping form, looking worried.
“Is this normal?” he asked.
“The sleep? Yes,” Severus answered, walking over to stand next to them both. “I slept for two weeks afterwards, but then I was healing from a snake bite as well. How long did you sleep for?”
“A day, perhaps,” Draco answered quietly, wishing his father would wake up already. “It doesn’t stop me from worrying.”
“He’s gone through the worse of it,” his godfather told him. “And he’s lived. That in itself is more than many can say.”
“I only know a few of the ones that didn’t make it,” he murmured. “Who else?”
“Parkinson’s father,” he told him. “Blaise’s mother, Gregory Goyle as well as his father and his mother, Nott’s father, and Rodolphus LeStrange. True there were others, but getting Hermione to speak of them is rare at best.”
“I was told about Dolohov,” Draco murmured. “I don’t know the details, but I got the feeling that it was particularly horrible.”
Severus turned slightly pale, if that was possible, at the mentioning of the former death eater. “Everyone’s heard about how Dolohov was killed.” He looked over to the younger wizard. “And if you value your health, you will never mention his name in front of Hermione.” Draco watched as Severus took a deep breath. “One of these days, I’m sure I’ll be able to tell you all of the grim details. But as it stands, I would pay good money to have someone obliviate that memory from me.”
“That bad?”
The potions master turned a grim look to him and replied, “Hermione explained to me at least part of what happened to him. That it came from a muggle torture and killing technique called Death of a Thousand Cuts. Usually the cuts happen over a period of time—hours or days, but typically prolonged over an extended time. But in Dolohov’s case, they were delivered all at once and as a result he bled out in five seconds.”
Draco ran off to be sick even as Lucius asked weakly, “Did you have to tell him that? He has a weak stomach.”
“Then it’s a good thing I didn’t tell him the whole of it,” Severus replied, looking down at his long time friend. “So what saved your sorry soul?”
Opening his eyes, the blond wizard answered hoarsely, “I honestly don’t know.”
***
Harry looked about the hotel room, the same one that had been Hermione’s, and found it to be rather ordinary. So why did she come here? It wasn’t as if she were visiting anyone. He had asked if anyone had come over to meet her at the hotel or the restaurant. No one had. But it hadn’t been until he ordered room service for dinner that night that he found out anything of value.
The server asked if he wanted to have his meal on the balcony. He had even told Harry that the view was remarkable.
On a hunch he asked the server, “Did the young woman that stayed here in the room before me take her meals outside?
Thinking it over he said, “She was here for such a short time, sir…”
Knowing what the man was getting at, Harry took out a few galleons and handed him one. “The more answers I get, the better your tip.”
Looking at the gold coin, he swallowed thickly and proceeded to spill his guts. She spent every moment she had been at the hotel outside on the balcony.
“Except for sleeping,” he amended. “I served all the meals that she had out here.” The man looked over to the castle, pointing it out to Harry. “She kept staring at it.”
Looking over, he asked, “Do you know who lives there?”
Shaking his head no, he took the last of the tip and left Harry there to ponder why in the world Hermione came all this way. What was so important at that castle? And did she go there to stay? He had no reason to believe that Hermione knew anyone in Romania other than Charlie that is. But even so to go to what could only be called a spooky fortress alone? Absently Harry ate his meal, while staring at the building and thinking over what to do next.
***
Pansy smiled to herself as she bought the baked goods to take back with her to be a part of dinner. It would do them all good to have a home cooked meal—even if it was going to be made mostly by the house elves. She was on her way over to meet up with Blaise at the office supply and owl rental shop when she saw Harry Potter. Part of her wanted to go over there in order to give that fool a piece of her mind. Knowing better, she quietly rushed off to meet Blaise.
“He’s here,” she said in a rushed whisper.
“Who?” he asked, covertly glancing around for the person in question.
“Potter,” she told him. “He’s outside, looking like he was doing the tourist thing, but I think he’s here for Hermione.”
“Chances are he is,” he muttered. “Though why, I’ll never know.”
“Maybe he wants to apologize?” she suggested only to have Blaise look at her blankly. “We are speaking about a wizard that seems to epitomize being a Gryffindor.”
“Point made,” he replied. “Do you have everything you wanted to get?”
“Bread to go with supper and a flourless chocolate cake for dessert,” she told him. “And since we already have heavy whipping cream that’s everything.”
Frowning Blaise said, “I thought you didn’t even like chocolate cake.”
“That’s more to do with what it does to my waist line than actually hating chocolate,” she explained to him. “Hopefully I won’t go too wild once I get a taste of it.”
“Never fear, cara,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist and patting her ass lovingly. “We’ll find a way to work it off.”
***
There you go! I hope that answers some of your questions. Thanks for reading and reviewing. I've been eating them up like candy! So by all means, keep the reviews coming in! Thanks and have a resplendent (I've been trying to expand my vocabulary, can you tell?) day!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
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Chapter Ten
It was the scratching at the door that called his attention to it. Severus went over and found Hermione leaning against the wooden frame. She nearly fell into the room, but he caught her before she could do so. He walked her to the bed, cursing the fact that he couldn’t yet carry her to it himself.
Once he had her sitting, he asked, “Is Lucius alive?”
“It took…forever,” she muttered, falling back onto the bed. “But he was breathing when I left him there with Draco.” Hermione looked over at him. “Go check on him.” She caressed his face. “I’ll still be here.”
Leaning down he kissed her mouth tender yet possessively and left to go look in on Lucius. Draco glanced up from his father’s sleeping form, looking worried.
“Is this normal?” he asked.
“The sleep? Yes,” Severus answered, walking over to stand next to them both. “I slept for two weeks afterwards, but then I was healing from a snake bite as well. How long did you sleep for?”
“A day, perhaps,” Draco answered quietly, wishing his father would wake up already. “It doesn’t stop me from worrying.”
“He’s gone through the worse of it,” his godfather told him. “And he’s lived. That in itself is more than many can say.”
“I only know a few of the ones that didn’t make it,” he murmured. “Who else?”
“Parkinson’s father,” he told him. “Blaise’s mother, Gregory Goyle as well as his father and his mother, Nott’s father, and Rodolphus LeStrange. True there were others, but getting Hermione to speak of them is rare at best.”
“I was told about Dolohov,” Draco murmured. “I don’t know the details, but I got the feeling that it was particularly horrible.”
Severus turned slightly pale, if that was possible, at the mentioning of the former death eater. “Everyone’s heard about how Dolohov was killed.” He looked over to the younger wizard. “And if you value your health, you will never mention his name in front of Hermione.” Draco watched as Severus took a deep breath. “One of these days, I’m sure I’ll be able to tell you all of the grim details. But as it stands, I would pay good money to have someone obliviate that memory from me.”
“That bad?”
The potions master turned a grim look to him and replied, “Hermione explained to me at least part of what happened to him. That it came from a muggle torture and killing technique called Death of a Thousand Cuts. Usually the cuts happen over a period of time—hours or days, but typically prolonged over an extended time. But in Dolohov’s case, they were delivered all at once and as a result he bled out in five seconds.”
Draco ran off to be sick even as Lucius asked weakly, “Did you have to tell him that? He has a weak stomach.”
“Then it’s a good thing I didn’t tell him the whole of it,” Severus replied, looking down at his long time friend. “So what saved your sorry soul?”
Opening his eyes, the blond wizard answered hoarsely, “I honestly don’t know.”
***
Harry looked about the hotel room, the same one that had been Hermione’s, and found it to be rather ordinary. So why did she come here? It wasn’t as if she were visiting anyone. He had asked if anyone had come over to meet her at the hotel or the restaurant. No one had. But it hadn’t been until he ordered room service for dinner that night that he found out anything of value.
The server asked if he wanted to have his meal on the balcony. He had even told Harry that the view was remarkable.
On a hunch he asked the server, “Did the young woman that stayed here in the room before me take her meals outside?
Thinking it over he said, “She was here for such a short time, sir…”
Knowing what the man was getting at, Harry took out a few galleons and handed him one. “The more answers I get, the better your tip.”
Looking at the gold coin, he swallowed thickly and proceeded to spill his guts. She spent every moment she had been at the hotel outside on the balcony.
“Except for sleeping,” he amended. “I served all the meals that she had out here.” The man looked over to the castle, pointing it out to Harry. “She kept staring at it.”
Looking over, he asked, “Do you know who lives there?”
Shaking his head no, he took the last of the tip and left Harry there to ponder why in the world Hermione came all this way. What was so important at that castle? And did she go there to stay? He had no reason to believe that Hermione knew anyone in Romania other than Charlie that is. But even so to go to what could only be called a spooky fortress alone? Absently Harry ate his meal, while staring at the building and thinking over what to do next.
***
Pansy smiled to herself as she bought the baked goods to take back with her to be a part of dinner. It would do them all good to have a home cooked meal—even if it was going to be made mostly by the house elves. She was on her way over to meet up with Blaise at the office supply and owl rental shop when she saw Harry Potter. Part of her wanted to go over there in order to give that fool a piece of her mind. Knowing better, she quietly rushed off to meet Blaise.
“He’s here,” she said in a rushed whisper.
“Who?” he asked, covertly glancing around for the person in question.
“Potter,” she told him. “He’s outside, looking like he was doing the tourist thing, but I think he’s here for Hermione.”
“Chances are he is,” he muttered. “Though why, I’ll never know.”
“Maybe he wants to apologize?” she suggested only to have Blaise look at her blankly. “We are speaking about a wizard that seems to epitomize being a Gryffindor.”
“Point made,” he replied. “Do you have everything you wanted to get?”
“Bread to go with supper and a flourless chocolate cake for dessert,” she told him. “And since we already have heavy whipping cream that’s everything.”
Frowning Blaise said, “I thought you didn’t even like chocolate cake.”
“That’s more to do with what it does to my waist line than actually hating chocolate,” she explained to him. “Hopefully I won’t go too wild once I get a taste of it.”
“Never fear, cara,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist and patting her ass lovingly. “We’ll find a way to work it off.”
***
There you go! I hope that answers some of your questions. Thanks for reading and reviewing. I've been eating them up like candy! So by all means, keep the reviews coming in! Thanks and have a resplendent (I've been trying to expand my vocabulary, can you tell?) day!