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The Guardian of Slytherin

By: MariaTeresaQuintanar
folder Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 25
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters therein. Nor do I make any moneys from the writing of this story. Though Lord knows I wish I did.
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Chapter Fifteen

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Chapter Fifteen


“I can’t believe we just did that,” Ginny breathed, staring at the ceiling with a vague sense of disorientation. She was half clothed with one shoe still hanging off the toes of her foot that was resting on the nearest lounge. “Where did you learn to do that thing with your tongue?” Marcus didn’t say anything, but kept smoking his fag as he listened to her go on without pause. “I had at least seven full body orgasms. At least! I’ve never even had one before now!” Letting out a long sigh, she turned to look over at him. “Don’t you have anything to say?”


He thought about it, as he put out his cigarette. “Up for another shag?”


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Harry landed rather unceremoniously on the stone floor next to Hermione in the memory with Ron toppling over him as he landed as well. Harry found himself staring into the dead blank stare of Hermione.


“Is she dead?” Bellatrix asked of her master. “It appears she wasn’t as strong as either of us thought.” She let out a cackle that had both the young wizards chilled to the bone.


Voldemort sneered down at her, muttering, “Odd. I still feel life in her…”


Hermione’s eyes closed, as she took a deep gasping breath. Sitting up as best as she could, she closed her eyes and kept breathing.


“I see the little baby …”


Hermione’s head lifted and her eyes opened, but instead of the usual amber color they were as black as onyx that completely engulfed her eyes. Bellatrix stepped back even as her master stepped forward.


“You have broken faith,” Hermione spoke, but it wasn’t her voice. It was deep and harsh, holding no emotion other than a promise of retribution. “That will not stand. The four houses shall stand together once more, united as they were meant to be. You and your ilk shall pay the price for what you have done.” Her eyes went over to Voldemort. “Your time…” She looked over to Bellatrix. “Both of your times…are short.”


“I am the most powerful wizard alive,” Voldemort yelled.


Hermione laughed. “You are a naïve fool. For only a fool knows not that the dead have powers as well.” Hermione stood up, cracking bones back into place as her wounds healed before their eyes. “Mark my words the house of Slytherin shall be cleansed and this witch shall see it done...”


A wizard off to the side decided to attack her in mid-speech. He jumped at her and froze in the middle of the air, crumbling to the ground in a pile of ash.


“And so it starts,” Hermione’s creepy voice snarled. “I am the guardian of Slytherin and I will see you both dead. If the boy fails, believe me when I tell you, I shall not.”


dropping to the ground, Hermione hit the stone of the floor reopening some of her wounds and sending the ashes of the dead death eater flying everywhere.


“Master,” Bellatrix breathed. “What she said…”


“Lies! All lies!” he yelled. “Get Greyback to finish off the mudblood! I have other work to see to.”


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When the two came back out of the memory, they found Hermione sitting alone with Severus Snape. He was hugging her, as he watched them walking up to where they were.


“You didn’t have the whole…”


“I only provided what I personally could recall,” Hermione told them quietly. “What do you need to know that wasn’t there?”


“Who were the others besides Salazar Slytherin that helped convinced whomever it was that brought you back to do so?” Harry asked.


“It was the other three founders of Hogwarts,” she murmured. “It was because of them, as well as my own bloodline…”


“Don’t tell me! You’re related to Merlin, are you?” Ron yelled. “What a load of poppycock!”


Hermione turned to look at him. “You’re such an ass, Ronald. I should be shocked that you could feel insulted due to a heritage I have yet to speak of.” Hermione stood up. “No, I’m not related to Merlin.”


“I didn’t think so,” Ron muttered to Harry, who glared at him.


“I’m related to Nimue,” she replied dryly. “You might know her by the commonly referred to moniker of ‘Lady of the Lake’.” Hermione stepped in front of Ron, snarling, “Even you must know who that is.”


The youngest Weasley male stood there gapping at her she turned towards Harry who was equally as stunned.


“I come from very old, very deeply rooted magic,” she told them. “And I was chosen to clean house as it were.” Hermione looked back over to Ron. “Well? I’m waiting.”


“For what?” Ron asked in awe and fear. “You might turn me to dust if I said what I was thinking.”


Rolling her eyes, she said, “You utter that as if I were the one doing this.” She took up Severus’s hand, lacing her fingers through his. “Tomorrow, you’ll look at more memories. But for now, I’ve had enough.”


“But…” Harry started only to have Snape turn on him.


“Tomorrow is soon enough,” he snapped. “Good evening…” Severus snarled as he added sarcastically, “Gentlemen.”


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“Don’t you ever speak?” Ginny demanded once she had regained her breath as well as her voice. She lying naked and flushed next to Marcus in his bed. “Not even a word?” She sat up, telling him, “I’ve had better conversations with walls!” But still he didn’t give the response she was looking for, as he lay lazily next to her. “May be I should just leave here and find a man that knows more of the English language?”


Sighing heavily he turned her over, planted her on her knees, and planted his already rocked hard cock in into her drenched snatch. Pushing her face firmly into the bedding he ground into her a few times before bothering to pull out slightly.


“Enough…” He thrust back in fast and hard. “Said?”


“Fuck!” she cried out as he did so again and again and again.


“Exactly,” he snarled and kept doing just that.


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