The Guardian of Slytherin

Hello! Hope everyone had a wonderful weekend. Thank you for your continual support. That being said I just received a review I thought should be addressed. Trouble is that I honestly don't think the individual (having read their review several times) is reading this story any longer. More is the pity as the very topic they mentioned (genocide) would have more than likely been addressed within the next three chapters. So do you think what the guardian of Slytherin is doing is genocide? Review and let me know.

This is my personal take on it. No, I honestly do not believe this is genocide. The reason being that I was taught (perhaps wrongly) that genocide was the killing of an entire culture and its people rather than select members of it. It is the very evil individuals that are being killed off in the story, not all purebloods after all. This is in no way excusing murder for any reason known to man (really it isn't), but let us not forget that this is not only FICTION, but FANFICTION at that. This story has no messages, no lessons to be learned, and nothing close to religion anywhere within its text. If you want any of those things, go to your nearest religious bookstore. If you want entertainment (and nothing but), keep reading. Thank you.

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Chapter Seventeen


There was just something about sex with Severus Snape, no matter the form it took, that had Hermione ravenous. She ate her breakfast all but bouncing in her seat and happily humming away, as the man that had made her night was trying his best to hide his grin with his coffee mug. It was Ron that took note of how the two were behaving and was thinking about telling Harry when his best friend came strolling over. Whistling he sat down casually, grabbing up a plate and began serving himself a large meal.


Frowning Ron asked, “Since when did you eat large meals in the morning?”


“Wait for it,” Hermione said almost under her breath to no one in particular. “He’ll figure it out.”


“The only time I’ve ever seen you eat like that was when…” A dawning light crossed the red head’s face as well as a deep blush a second later.


“And it’s there!” Hermione declared laughing to herself. “Pass the bangers, please?”


“We’ve only just got here a day ago and you’re already shagging some bloke?” Ron asked, sounding despondent.


In the middle of serving herself food, Hermione looked at what she had and turned slightly pale. She stopped serving herself the sausage and attempted to eat, but couldn’t get past the emotional drama now going on thanks to her former friends. Rolling her eyes she tossed her napkin and let out a sigh, hoping to be able to eat or have the appetite to do so once they had left the table.


“Mr. Weasley,” Severus said tightly, upset that the witch had stopped eating. “You must learn that there are certain conversations that are not welcomed at the dining table. Either desist now or leave.”


“You’re only saying that because you need to get laid!” Ron exclaimed.


Hermione looked over to her dark haired lover and saw the fury there. Sighing heavily, she got up and went over to Ron. “Don’t speak to him that way. It’s disrespectful and frankly none of your business.” She stood up straight, looking over to Harry. “We’ll finish up breakfast…” Lucius came over. “Ahh, you’re up. Good. If you could keep Severus from killing Ronald while I take care of my morning toilet, I’d be ever so grateful.”


“But of course,” the blond wizard murmured.


All the men watched as she took her leave. The second she was gone, however, Severus’s wand was out and pointed straight over at Ron.


“You listen to me, Weasley,” Snape hissed, venom in his every word. “If you ever speak to me like that again, I will tear off your cock and attach it to your forehead to let the world know just how little you have to work with.”


Gasping and shaking in fear, Ron breathed, “I’m sorry.”


Pulling back, Severus returned to his meal greeting Lucius with a polite nod. Laughing to himself, Lucius went about eating his morning meal with the thought that being there would prove to be very entertaining.


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Staring at the new memory that was swirling around in the pensive thanks to Snape taking it from Hermione, Harry and Ron thought over what this one could be about.


“What do you think?” Ron asked Harry.


“I don’t know,” he answered. “Let’s get it over with. We’ll deal with the content after we’ve viewed it.”


With a terse nod, Ron agreed and both plunged forth into the memory.


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Ginny woke slowly, hearing the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom. Sitting up, she winced at the twinges of pain coming from her body as well as the headache she had thanks in part to the fire whiskey she had the night before. Looking around for her clothing, she saw the potions next to her on the bedside table. Reaching over, she took one of them up and sniffed it, recognizing it straight off as a sober up potion. She downed it quickly, set aside the bottle, and picked up another one. After sniffing this one, she found it to be a mild pain draft. She took that as well before moving onto the next vial. This one she smelled several times, but didn’t know what it was.


“It’s a birth control potion,” Marcus told her as he strolled into the room his well muscled body naked and dripping from the shower.


Blushing Ginny took it before she could think about it. She sat there a moment, before clearing her throat and asking, “What now?”


“I don’t know,” he murmured. “I was thinking breakfast and a shag.”


“Is fucking all you think about?” she demanded.


“No,” he answered, as he began to get dressed. “I think about quidditch and food too.” Tossing her a clean towel. “Shower up while I do something about getting us something to eat.”


Standing up she snapped, “If you think I’m going to be staying around to be your little…”


He went over to her, pushed her to the bed. Looking down at her naked athletic body spread out on the bed, his eyes went hot with memories of the night before. Licking his lips he looked back to her wide blue eyes and Marcus told her, “You have a choice. The first one is to go do as I asked and shower up while I have some food delivered or the second is that I go down on you and eat you out until you scream yourself hoarse yet again. I’m hungry and something is getting eaten in the next five minutes. Decide now.”


“I’ll shower!”


Pulling away from her, he said as she rushed over to the bathroom, “See! It wasn’t all that difficult, was it?”


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When Harry and Ron landed in the memory, they found themselves in the middle of the fighting at the Battle of Hogwarts. They both ducked to avoid a randomly fired spell out of reflex before they both recalled that they were in a memory of the real event. Ron straightened up his shirt, looking over to his raven haired friend as if to say he meant to do what he had.


Rolling his eyes Harry looked over to the fighting, specifically to Hermione, Ginny, and Luna who were currently going head to head with Bellatrix. The mad witch had a manic look on her face as she fought with everything that she had. Molly took over the fight from the three girls. The Weasley matriarch was using every spell in her arsenal and was quickly running out of spells, not to mention energy. But then a slow movement behind the frantic witch caught Harry’s attention. It was Hermione glaring straight at Bellatrix her eyes the pitch black they had been before.


LeStrange’s eyes went wide as she was about to point her replacement wand at Hermione. This didn’t last long as the usually amber-eyed witch lifted the wand that she had taken from the evil woman during the escape and snapped it in half. The other witch hit the floor, going so still that it appeared that she was dead. Molly was convinced of this and ran off to see if there more she could do to help elsewhere.


Hermione put up a concealing charm, going over to Bellatrix. “So easily broken, so easily burned…” The other witch’s eyes went wide with fear as Hermione lifted her broken wand. “You have been judged and you have failed.” Black eyes went bright red the color of blood. “So you are judged, so you shall pay.” The wand went up into flames that she dropped to the other witch. “Your punishment starts now.” Hermione leaned in close to the other woman’s ear as she screamed silently in agony. “This is but the beginning. So I would embrace your existence while it still lasts.” She looked at her watch. “Which won’t be that much longer.”


Hermione walked away, as every single bone in Bellatrix LeStrange’s body broke out of her skin all at once.


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There you go another chapter finished. Please review to let me know what you think. Thanks and have a nice day.