Lacerations of the Soul
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
6,584
Reviews:
36
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Hermione paced agitatedly around the bedroom. It had been hours since Severus had disapparated away from her. She was worried. What sane individual wouldn’t be? Her savior had been whisked away in the middle of the night to service some mad man. She felt tears brimming in her eyes, and for the briefest of moments wished she had gone to the order. But her decision was still firm in her mind.
“I have to be here to help him when he returns, who knows what type of injuries he may have this time.” She thought to herself, and winced remembering how badly injured he’d been just a few nights ago.
Then it hit her. Things were moving unbelievably fast between the two of them. Hell she hadn’t even really broken up with Ron. And what of Ron? He was an inconsiderate fucker. He didn’t even listen to her when, he walked into the room she was asleep in. He wouldn’t believe that nothing had transpired.
And until that point, nothing had. Well if one were to be honest with themselves, nothing had transpired even now… A few kisses, some fondling… But nothing important.
OH hell who was she kidding? Everything that had transpired between her and Severus had been important. She felt feelings for him that she’d never felt before, it was as if Fate had a hand in her life and was mucking about.
She felt ashamed. The thought came from left field, like a bludger on the quidditch pitch. She was ashamed of throwing herself at her potions professor, but damnit! She needed to feel something. Anything and she knew that he could cause her to feel.
Her heart had exploded and just in a few short hours she’d regained a few ounces of feeling. She knew that he was the key to whatever would save her soul.
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“Severus” a snakelike voice hissed out as the brooding potions master appeared in the room. The thin frail body of Lord Voldemort sat upon a thrown made of ancient bone and ivory. It was a distressing sight to be held. “I have news for you…Odd that it is…”
“It has come to my attention that the mudblood bitch was even more distraught that I’d hoped. Inside sources say that she has been moved to a safe house, but no one knows where exactly. I’m sure you know all of this, and perhaps you could tell me where she is. However, this is not the news I wish to impart.
“The Mudblood bitch, well I suppose I should stop calling her that… Is no mere mudblood. In fact her bloodlines flow deep in the wizarding world. She is not even a half blood. The Grangers adopted her.
“Why this is of import, I will let you know do no fret. Surely you have heard of Morganna of old… This… This powerful sorceress is a direct ancestor of the young witch who’s ‘adoptive’ parent’s I have slain. She is by far one of the most powerful witches in history, and I need this Granger to side with me.” Severus looked almost doubtful of his ‘lord’ it was as if nothing made sense.
“You mean to tell me she is the descendant of Morgan le fey?” Severus’ eyes grew wide at the thought.
“Yes, her bloodline can be traced back even further, but she is a prime import. In fact, I’d like to sway her to my side. How wonderous would it be to have one of the ‘trio’ in my ranks?”
“how did you find out this information lord? Not that I do not believe you, you are always keen to new information, and I love that you have brought me here to impart your wisdom to.” Severus brushed over his question with enough flattery to hopefully leave with out a cruciatus.
“I managed to finagle a drop of her blood, and thanks to the explosion I tested it against her parents, when there was no match, I started searching. In the end I found the truth. Hermione Granger is actually Davina Morgan. I need you to court her, and to bring her to my side. I know this may be a long drawn out process, and so I will not contact you again for a month, at that time I would like a detailed pensieve of the ordeal. Do not develop feelings for the wench, just make her fall for you, and get her into our circle.” With that Voldemort’s face screwed up into a mask as hideous as any Death Eater’s.
“Oh and one more thing Severus…Crucio!” He held it for mere seconds loving to hear the screams of potions master. Then with a flourish of his wand, he finished the curse, and resumed his bored expression. “Be gone.”
Then with another flourish of his wand, Severus was back in his manor, (thoughtfully saved and bought for with his teaching salary.) Hermione was asleep and he thought he should let her stay that way, as he was not too broken up this time. He actually needed some time to separate the information he had just received, from the young woman he’d grown accustomed to saving. He needed someone to guide him, and as much as he hated to go to the old coot, he was the only one he trusted with the information.
He instantly disapparated to the now ex-Headmaster of Hogwarts.
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“Albus… I have some distressing news from Voldemort.” Albus’ twinkling blue eyes clouded over at his former potions professor.
“What has happened?” ALbus was afraid for Ms. Granger, as she’d been hurt the most by the recent attacks.
“It seems our Ms. Granger is no Granger at all.” Severus launched into the sordid spread of information handed to him by the Dark Lord. As he finished Albus eyes had resumed their twinkle, and for some reason this did not sit well with Severus, in fact his insides lurched at the thought of what might be brewing in the mind of the assumed patron saint of the light.
“Excellent! I will sort through the old histories, and search for any of her remaining family, see if she has any such inheritance, and then after I get all of the information we will go to the girl. We will, break the news to her gently. I do think that you should keep helping her, and we will hatch a plan with her in tow. She would make an excellent help to our cause.”
“You can seriously be thinking of sending a child into his waiting clutches!”
“Severus she is no mere child, and I am thinking of no such thing, she will be well prepared before that. Now I suggest you go back to her and let her know you are still amongst the living. She will be quiet worried. It’s quite late.. or rather, quite early, your pick.” Dumbledore yawned and the conversation was closed. “I shall contact you when I have learned more. I think it best if you not tell her of what Voldemort wanted.”
“What shall I tell her?”
“Think of something.”
“I have to be here to help him when he returns, who knows what type of injuries he may have this time.” She thought to herself, and winced remembering how badly injured he’d been just a few nights ago.
Then it hit her. Things were moving unbelievably fast between the two of them. Hell she hadn’t even really broken up with Ron. And what of Ron? He was an inconsiderate fucker. He didn’t even listen to her when, he walked into the room she was asleep in. He wouldn’t believe that nothing had transpired.
And until that point, nothing had. Well if one were to be honest with themselves, nothing had transpired even now… A few kisses, some fondling… But nothing important.
OH hell who was she kidding? Everything that had transpired between her and Severus had been important. She felt feelings for him that she’d never felt before, it was as if Fate had a hand in her life and was mucking about.
She felt ashamed. The thought came from left field, like a bludger on the quidditch pitch. She was ashamed of throwing herself at her potions professor, but damnit! She needed to feel something. Anything and she knew that he could cause her to feel.
Her heart had exploded and just in a few short hours she’d regained a few ounces of feeling. She knew that he was the key to whatever would save her soul.
---
“Severus” a snakelike voice hissed out as the brooding potions master appeared in the room. The thin frail body of Lord Voldemort sat upon a thrown made of ancient bone and ivory. It was a distressing sight to be held. “I have news for you…Odd that it is…”
“It has come to my attention that the mudblood bitch was even more distraught that I’d hoped. Inside sources say that she has been moved to a safe house, but no one knows where exactly. I’m sure you know all of this, and perhaps you could tell me where she is. However, this is not the news I wish to impart.
“The Mudblood bitch, well I suppose I should stop calling her that… Is no mere mudblood. In fact her bloodlines flow deep in the wizarding world. She is not even a half blood. The Grangers adopted her.
“Why this is of import, I will let you know do no fret. Surely you have heard of Morganna of old… This… This powerful sorceress is a direct ancestor of the young witch who’s ‘adoptive’ parent’s I have slain. She is by far one of the most powerful witches in history, and I need this Granger to side with me.” Severus looked almost doubtful of his ‘lord’ it was as if nothing made sense.
“You mean to tell me she is the descendant of Morgan le fey?” Severus’ eyes grew wide at the thought.
“Yes, her bloodline can be traced back even further, but she is a prime import. In fact, I’d like to sway her to my side. How wonderous would it be to have one of the ‘trio’ in my ranks?”
“how did you find out this information lord? Not that I do not believe you, you are always keen to new information, and I love that you have brought me here to impart your wisdom to.” Severus brushed over his question with enough flattery to hopefully leave with out a cruciatus.
“I managed to finagle a drop of her blood, and thanks to the explosion I tested it against her parents, when there was no match, I started searching. In the end I found the truth. Hermione Granger is actually Davina Morgan. I need you to court her, and to bring her to my side. I know this may be a long drawn out process, and so I will not contact you again for a month, at that time I would like a detailed pensieve of the ordeal. Do not develop feelings for the wench, just make her fall for you, and get her into our circle.” With that Voldemort’s face screwed up into a mask as hideous as any Death Eater’s.
“Oh and one more thing Severus…Crucio!” He held it for mere seconds loving to hear the screams of potions master. Then with a flourish of his wand, he finished the curse, and resumed his bored expression. “Be gone.”
Then with another flourish of his wand, Severus was back in his manor, (thoughtfully saved and bought for with his teaching salary.) Hermione was asleep and he thought he should let her stay that way, as he was not too broken up this time. He actually needed some time to separate the information he had just received, from the young woman he’d grown accustomed to saving. He needed someone to guide him, and as much as he hated to go to the old coot, he was the only one he trusted with the information.
He instantly disapparated to the now ex-Headmaster of Hogwarts.
---
“Albus… I have some distressing news from Voldemort.” Albus’ twinkling blue eyes clouded over at his former potions professor.
“What has happened?” ALbus was afraid for Ms. Granger, as she’d been hurt the most by the recent attacks.
“It seems our Ms. Granger is no Granger at all.” Severus launched into the sordid spread of information handed to him by the Dark Lord. As he finished Albus eyes had resumed their twinkle, and for some reason this did not sit well with Severus, in fact his insides lurched at the thought of what might be brewing in the mind of the assumed patron saint of the light.
“Excellent! I will sort through the old histories, and search for any of her remaining family, see if she has any such inheritance, and then after I get all of the information we will go to the girl. We will, break the news to her gently. I do think that you should keep helping her, and we will hatch a plan with her in tow. She would make an excellent help to our cause.”
“You can seriously be thinking of sending a child into his waiting clutches!”
“Severus she is no mere child, and I am thinking of no such thing, she will be well prepared before that. Now I suggest you go back to her and let her know you are still amongst the living. She will be quiet worried. It’s quite late.. or rather, quite early, your pick.” Dumbledore yawned and the conversation was closed. “I shall contact you when I have learned more. I think it best if you not tell her of what Voldemort wanted.”
“What shall I tell her?”
“Think of something.”