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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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Dumbledore
Dumbledore
Hermione screamed as if someone had just hurt her.
“She had been beaten for hours trying to find out where you were as well as the huxcruses that we were still working on destroying. She never told them a thing,” Shacklebolt said, glaring at Harry. “Hermione deserved better than what she got and she deserved a better friend than you.” He spat at his feet and walked away, going back towards Hermione’s bed.
“She’s been screaming for hours,” Ron said, sounding sad. “They’ve tried everything. Nothing has worked yet.”
“No!!” Hermione screamed, as even more memories assaulted her.
Harry spun around in time to see Snape holding Hermione’s limp body. Her head hung against his arm, her eyes open and empty. The professor was pleading with her to come back.
“Come back to me, witch,” Severus begged her, stroking her deathly pale face.
“Is she…?” Harry whispered.
She wheezed a breath in, looking into her husband’s black eyes, raising her hand to stroke his face. “My Severus,” Hermione breathed hoarsely.
Snape shuttered with relief, as he buried his face into her hair. Harry let out a sigh, looking over to Ron. “Hermione mentioned taking me to speak to a portrait. I think I know which one she was speaking of.”
***
Professor Dumbledore was asleep. His snores were one of many and added to the scores of grunts, snorts, and various other noises of rest the former head masters and mistresses made. Harry cleared his throat, but the headmaster didn’t wake.
“Professor Dumbledore?” he said weakly, but nothing happened. “Professor?”
The headmaster blinked awake, squinting to look at Harry and Ron. He smiled as he said, “Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley! It is good to see you two, though I must say that it is late for the visit do you not think?”
“I am sorry about the tardiness of the visit, sir,” Harry said. “But if this wasn’t very important, we wouldn’t be here so late.”
Dumbledore studied him a moment. “You are here about Miss Granger, I take it?” He looked at Harry sadly as he said, “I asked her to do something I would have trouble asking an adult to do, never mind a child.”
“You kept it a secret from me.”
“That I did,” the former headmaster said steadily. “And I would do it again. You didn’t need to know.”
“Why?”
“Guilt.” He leaned forward. “I didn’t want you to feel guilty for what she was giving up in order to do what she must.”
“And that was?”
“Help you find the huxcruxes and to stay alive while you did it. That was the only thing that mattered.” Professor Dumbledore sat up straighter. “If you want to know why she did it, you are just going to have to ask her.”
“We would love to, sir, but seeing as she is going through the trails of the damned at the moment that is impossible,” Ron said so dryly that the former headmaster blinked at him in shock. “Tell them how to break the connection between Hermione and Harry.”
“What is going on?” Dumbledore asked seriously.
Ron explained the whole of it ending with, “Between her nightmares, Harry’s blaming her for Lupin’s death, and the hunts for remaining Death Eaters she has gone on since the end of the war…” He paused. “She’s not in good shape.”
Dumbledore looked over to Harry intently. “What’s this about you blaming Miss Granger for Remus Lupin’s death?” He stood up in the portrait. “Why?”
“She killed Remus,” he whispered.
“I know,” he told him. “I’ve known since she came here crying to me that night.” He pointed to Harry. “Never you doubt that she did so to protect the children of this school.” Dumbledore let out a long breath as he sat back down again. “I am too old for this nonsense.” He laughed to himself sadly. “Go get some sleep. I assure you I will be soon.” And with a yawn, he was once again in slumber.
By the time they got back to the medical wing, Bill and Kingsley were standing guard at the door. Kingsley moved to block the door, but it was Ron that pulled Harry back away.
“It’s late, Harry. Let’s just go to bed and talk to them in the morning.”
***
Hermione lay listlessly against Severus’s chest. Absently she pressed her hand to his heart. He stroked her spine as he paid very close attention to what she was saying under her breath.
“He went to speak to Dumbledore. It was to be expected.”
“Yes,” he breathed.
“They went to the wrong portrait,” she whispered, pressing her face against his neck.
His hands combed through her hair, kissing her face as he turned to look her. He made her look at him in the eyes. “I will take them over tomorrow.”
“They may not see it,” she whispered, clearly worried that it might not work.
“They will,” he told her quietly, kissing her brow. “Sleep, my sweet witch, we have much to do tomorrow.”
***
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Hermione screamed as if someone had just hurt her.
“She had been beaten for hours trying to find out where you were as well as the huxcruses that we were still working on destroying. She never told them a thing,” Shacklebolt said, glaring at Harry. “Hermione deserved better than what she got and she deserved a better friend than you.” He spat at his feet and walked away, going back towards Hermione’s bed.
“She’s been screaming for hours,” Ron said, sounding sad. “They’ve tried everything. Nothing has worked yet.”
“No!!” Hermione screamed, as even more memories assaulted her.
Harry spun around in time to see Snape holding Hermione’s limp body. Her head hung against his arm, her eyes open and empty. The professor was pleading with her to come back.
“Come back to me, witch,” Severus begged her, stroking her deathly pale face.
“Is she…?” Harry whispered.
She wheezed a breath in, looking into her husband’s black eyes, raising her hand to stroke his face. “My Severus,” Hermione breathed hoarsely.
Snape shuttered with relief, as he buried his face into her hair. Harry let out a sigh, looking over to Ron. “Hermione mentioned taking me to speak to a portrait. I think I know which one she was speaking of.”
***
Professor Dumbledore was asleep. His snores were one of many and added to the scores of grunts, snorts, and various other noises of rest the former head masters and mistresses made. Harry cleared his throat, but the headmaster didn’t wake.
“Professor Dumbledore?” he said weakly, but nothing happened. “Professor?”
The headmaster blinked awake, squinting to look at Harry and Ron. He smiled as he said, “Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley! It is good to see you two, though I must say that it is late for the visit do you not think?”
“I am sorry about the tardiness of the visit, sir,” Harry said. “But if this wasn’t very important, we wouldn’t be here so late.”
Dumbledore studied him a moment. “You are here about Miss Granger, I take it?” He looked at Harry sadly as he said, “I asked her to do something I would have trouble asking an adult to do, never mind a child.”
“You kept it a secret from me.”
“That I did,” the former headmaster said steadily. “And I would do it again. You didn’t need to know.”
“Why?”
“Guilt.” He leaned forward. “I didn’t want you to feel guilty for what she was giving up in order to do what she must.”
“And that was?”
“Help you find the huxcruxes and to stay alive while you did it. That was the only thing that mattered.” Professor Dumbledore sat up straighter. “If you want to know why she did it, you are just going to have to ask her.”
“We would love to, sir, but seeing as she is going through the trails of the damned at the moment that is impossible,” Ron said so dryly that the former headmaster blinked at him in shock. “Tell them how to break the connection between Hermione and Harry.”
“What is going on?” Dumbledore asked seriously.
Ron explained the whole of it ending with, “Between her nightmares, Harry’s blaming her for Lupin’s death, and the hunts for remaining Death Eaters she has gone on since the end of the war…” He paused. “She’s not in good shape.”
Dumbledore looked over to Harry intently. “What’s this about you blaming Miss Granger for Remus Lupin’s death?” He stood up in the portrait. “Why?”
“She killed Remus,” he whispered.
“I know,” he told him. “I’ve known since she came here crying to me that night.” He pointed to Harry. “Never you doubt that she did so to protect the children of this school.” Dumbledore let out a long breath as he sat back down again. “I am too old for this nonsense.” He laughed to himself sadly. “Go get some sleep. I assure you I will be soon.” And with a yawn, he was once again in slumber.
By the time they got back to the medical wing, Bill and Kingsley were standing guard at the door. Kingsley moved to block the door, but it was Ron that pulled Harry back away.
“It’s late, Harry. Let’s just go to bed and talk to them in the morning.”
***
Hermione lay listlessly against Severus’s chest. Absently she pressed her hand to his heart. He stroked her spine as he paid very close attention to what she was saying under her breath.
“He went to speak to Dumbledore. It was to be expected.”
“Yes,” he breathed.
“They went to the wrong portrait,” she whispered, pressing her face against his neck.
His hands combed through her hair, kissing her face as he turned to look her. He made her look at him in the eyes. “I will take them over tomorrow.”
“They may not see it,” she whispered, clearly worried that it might not work.
“They will,” he told her quietly, kissing her brow. “Sleep, my sweet witch, we have much to do tomorrow.”
***
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