Confrontation
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
6,524
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Nightmare
Nightmare
“Mischa! Noooooo, Mischa!” Hannibal screamed in his sleep as he relived his little sister’s brutal murder when he was a child in Lithuania.
Once again he and his family were hiding from the Nazi war machine. Once again they were found. Once again his sister killed.
“Run, Hannibal! Ru…”
His mother’s voice was suddenly cut off and the muggle awoke and sat up in his bed, covered in sweat, tears running down his cheeks.
“Mischa, my sister,” he breathed, his chest rising and falling, “How I loved you.”
Hannibal fell back to the four poster bed, his maroon eyes narrowing as he wiped at them with the back of his hand. His face contorted.
“But they paid, Mischa, they paid for what they did to you. I found them, those…those predators…I avenged you,” he whispered to the child ghost smiling at him in his mind, “I also found I am the ultimate predator, dear Mischa. I am the dragon in the eaves, the fang in the shadows, the hunger that never ceases…”
The muggle yawned.
“…but selective…so selective,” he purred sleepily, dropping back to sleep with a small, grim smile.
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A/N: Tiny Drabble. ***
“Mischa! Noooooo, Mischa!” Hannibal screamed in his sleep as he relived his little sister’s brutal murder when he was a child in Lithuania.
Once again he and his family were hiding from the Nazi war machine. Once again they were found. Once again his sister killed.
“Run, Hannibal! Ru…”
His mother’s voice was suddenly cut off and the muggle awoke and sat up in his bed, covered in sweat, tears running down his cheeks.
“Mischa, my sister,” he breathed, his chest rising and falling, “How I loved you.”
Hannibal fell back to the four poster bed, his maroon eyes narrowing as he wiped at them with the back of his hand. His face contorted.
“But they paid, Mischa, they paid for what they did to you. I found them, those…those predators…I avenged you,” he whispered to the child ghost smiling at him in his mind, “I also found I am the ultimate predator, dear Mischa. I am the dragon in the eaves, the fang in the shadows, the hunger that never ceases…”
The muggle yawned.
“…but selective…so selective,” he purred sleepily, dropping back to sleep with a small, grim smile.
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A/N: Tiny Drabble. ***