The legacy of the Diary
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Legilimency
Legacy of the diary
By Luciusfan
Chapter 18 - Legilimency
Hermione and Severus stood clenched in their embrace for almost half an hour, their tears receding gradually and Hermione’s sobs reducing to, what felt like to Severus, gentle hiccups.
“Come on, Hermione…” Severus coaxed gently, “we should get going to St Mungos if we are going to do this. It’s already starting to get late.”
Hermione nodded but said nothing. Her eyes still swam and watered and she felt exhausted from not only the day’s efforts, but also the mental release of crying. Her head ached and her face shone, pale in the darkening room. Severus left the room momentarily and returned with a small potion bottle.
“Here, drink this – it will help.”
Hermione took the bottle, she had full trust in Severus now and knew that whatever the bottle contained, he was genuine in his promise of it helping. She uncorked the bottle and drained the black sticky concoction. She almost retched at the strong liquorice taste - she had never been fond of liquorice – but almost instantly her head seemed to un-fog and her body was a little more energetic.
“What was that?”
“Oh, just something from my private potion collection – a basic restorative. I keep a few different potions on hand for a variety of uses. It’s one of the benefits of being a potions master.”
“I know – I may be Ancient Runes Professor, but I’m a potions master too don’t forget. But I haven’t come across that particular mixture.”
“Well, lets just say it’s one of the, er…’darker’ potions in my collection!”
Hermione smiled knowingly and took the hand he now proffered her, following him out of his rooms to make the journey to St Mungos.
~~~XX~~~
The ward witch took some persuasion to let them in to see Harry. She was concerned by the late hour, but Severus was swift to point out in his patronising way that since Harry was in a coma he could hardly see how the lateness of the hour could possibly affect him. She had relented but made them promise to keep their voices down so as not to disturb the other patients.
They tiptoed along the ward and took seats on either side of Harry’s bed.
“Harry, I think you can hear me, so I want you to listen carefully.” Hermione held Harry’s hand in hers and spoke in an urgent whisper. “Severus is here and he’s going to try to …well…get inside your head again. But listen Harry, we can trust him, so you should let him see as much as possible.” She looked over at Severus. “What else should I say?”
“Nothing, Love, just keep hold of his hand”
‘Love’, he had called her ‘Love’. It felt strange. Nice but wrong. Too nice in fact – and she wasn’t sure she wanted it.
She held on to Harry’s hand, stroking up his arm with her free hand, and watching while Severus closed his eyes, wand in hand and a forefinger on each temple. She held her breath, but then let it out slowly as she realised that this could be a long process.
As she watched Harry’s face she could see the eyes flicking wildly behind the closed lids. She looked up at Severus expecting to see the same but his face was still, his brow furrowed in immense concentration.
Finally he broke away, opened his own eyes and Harry’s were still again. He looked down at the floor, and then sat back in his chair, running his hands over his face and through his hair.
“Severus, what is it? What did you see?”
“Him, I saw him.”
“Who?…Lucius?”
“Yes. I’m sorry Hermione.”
Hermione let go of Harry’s hand and balanced her forehead on her knuckles – elbows on the bed.
“Tell me, what did you see?” She spoke softly and slowly, trembling with every word.
Severus hesitated then related the tale.
“Harry was in the dressing room in his Quidditch robes when a tall figure entered the room. He was dressed in long black deatheater robes, hood pulled up over his masked head. I could see Harry’s face, filled with revulsion as the figure approached him with its back to me. I heard muffled voices and saw the figure pass a potion to Harry, which he threw to the floor and smashed. The deatheater pulled out a wand and cleaned up the mess then tossed a bag of gold galleons onto the bench. He took off his mask, but I couldn’t see the face. I heard Harry say that he didn’t need his money. The figure bent down to pick up the bag. That was when I saw a lock of white blonde hair fall from the hood. I heard the figure say that Harry would ‘live to regret it, or then again maybe he wouldn’t’ – but the voice was transformed somehow. Harry told him to leave since the match would be starting in half an hour. The figure tucked his hair inside the hood and replaced the mask. He then whirled round towards me and strode out of the dressing room…”
Hermione sat stunned, a blonde deatheater, it had to be Lucius, didn’t it?
“What are we going to do?” She looked up into Severus’ eyes.
“We’ve got to get to Dumbledore to tell him, he’s the only one who will believe what I’ve seen and sanction what we’ve done here tonight.”
Hermione nodded but also spoke. “You go - I can’t face Dumbledore tonight, not after what you’ve told me today. I’ll stay here with Harry for a bit then head back to the castle later.” She smiled up at Severus who had moved round the bed as she spoke and now stood beside her. She turned to face him, standing up. His two forefingers found hers and wound themselves around them. “Ok, I’ll see you later then?” He asked tentatively.
“Ok.” She responded as he gently brushed the top of her head with a kiss, inhaling the scent of her hair as he pulled away and swept through the curtains.
Hermione sat down again but became suddenly aware of how hungry she was. She thought of the food still sitting, hot, on the side table in Severus’ room – they never had got round to eating it. She stood again, and pushed her way through the bed curtain, she would just head down to the visitors shop to get something to bring back to eat at Harry’s bedside, maybe a copy of the Daily Prophet or the Quibbler to read too. On tiptoes, she headed across the ward, past the sleeping ward witch and out into the corridor.
She was alone as she walked down the corridor towards the stairway. It was strange, the corridors, which were usually bustling with people, were completely empty. Yes it was late, but Hermione had an uneasy feeling as she walked, hearing her footsteps echo down the white void of corridor.
Behind her, a doorway she had just past, opened silently and a figure emerged. Before she had a chance to scream, a black, leather gloved hand closed round her mouth and pulled her, half falling, backwards into a windowless linen store. She tried to reach for her wand as she descended from the blinding white of the corridor to the plunging blackness of the cupboard, but he was too fast for her. With one hand over her mouth, the other reached round and grasped her arms, holding them tightly at the wrist, while a powerful body manoeuvred her to the back of the cupboard and pinned her to the wall.
By Luciusfan
Chapter 18 - Legilimency
Hermione and Severus stood clenched in their embrace for almost half an hour, their tears receding gradually and Hermione’s sobs reducing to, what felt like to Severus, gentle hiccups.
“Come on, Hermione…” Severus coaxed gently, “we should get going to St Mungos if we are going to do this. It’s already starting to get late.”
Hermione nodded but said nothing. Her eyes still swam and watered and she felt exhausted from not only the day’s efforts, but also the mental release of crying. Her head ached and her face shone, pale in the darkening room. Severus left the room momentarily and returned with a small potion bottle.
“Here, drink this – it will help.”
Hermione took the bottle, she had full trust in Severus now and knew that whatever the bottle contained, he was genuine in his promise of it helping. She uncorked the bottle and drained the black sticky concoction. She almost retched at the strong liquorice taste - she had never been fond of liquorice – but almost instantly her head seemed to un-fog and her body was a little more energetic.
“What was that?”
“Oh, just something from my private potion collection – a basic restorative. I keep a few different potions on hand for a variety of uses. It’s one of the benefits of being a potions master.”
“I know – I may be Ancient Runes Professor, but I’m a potions master too don’t forget. But I haven’t come across that particular mixture.”
“Well, lets just say it’s one of the, er…’darker’ potions in my collection!”
Hermione smiled knowingly and took the hand he now proffered her, following him out of his rooms to make the journey to St Mungos.
~~~XX~~~
The ward witch took some persuasion to let them in to see Harry. She was concerned by the late hour, but Severus was swift to point out in his patronising way that since Harry was in a coma he could hardly see how the lateness of the hour could possibly affect him. She had relented but made them promise to keep their voices down so as not to disturb the other patients.
They tiptoed along the ward and took seats on either side of Harry’s bed.
“Harry, I think you can hear me, so I want you to listen carefully.” Hermione held Harry’s hand in hers and spoke in an urgent whisper. “Severus is here and he’s going to try to …well…get inside your head again. But listen Harry, we can trust him, so you should let him see as much as possible.” She looked over at Severus. “What else should I say?”
“Nothing, Love, just keep hold of his hand”
‘Love’, he had called her ‘Love’. It felt strange. Nice but wrong. Too nice in fact – and she wasn’t sure she wanted it.
She held on to Harry’s hand, stroking up his arm with her free hand, and watching while Severus closed his eyes, wand in hand and a forefinger on each temple. She held her breath, but then let it out slowly as she realised that this could be a long process.
As she watched Harry’s face she could see the eyes flicking wildly behind the closed lids. She looked up at Severus expecting to see the same but his face was still, his brow furrowed in immense concentration.
Finally he broke away, opened his own eyes and Harry’s were still again. He looked down at the floor, and then sat back in his chair, running his hands over his face and through his hair.
“Severus, what is it? What did you see?”
“Him, I saw him.”
“Who?…Lucius?”
“Yes. I’m sorry Hermione.”
Hermione let go of Harry’s hand and balanced her forehead on her knuckles – elbows on the bed.
“Tell me, what did you see?” She spoke softly and slowly, trembling with every word.
Severus hesitated then related the tale.
“Harry was in the dressing room in his Quidditch robes when a tall figure entered the room. He was dressed in long black deatheater robes, hood pulled up over his masked head. I could see Harry’s face, filled with revulsion as the figure approached him with its back to me. I heard muffled voices and saw the figure pass a potion to Harry, which he threw to the floor and smashed. The deatheater pulled out a wand and cleaned up the mess then tossed a bag of gold galleons onto the bench. He took off his mask, but I couldn’t see the face. I heard Harry say that he didn’t need his money. The figure bent down to pick up the bag. That was when I saw a lock of white blonde hair fall from the hood. I heard the figure say that Harry would ‘live to regret it, or then again maybe he wouldn’t’ – but the voice was transformed somehow. Harry told him to leave since the match would be starting in half an hour. The figure tucked his hair inside the hood and replaced the mask. He then whirled round towards me and strode out of the dressing room…”
Hermione sat stunned, a blonde deatheater, it had to be Lucius, didn’t it?
“What are we going to do?” She looked up into Severus’ eyes.
“We’ve got to get to Dumbledore to tell him, he’s the only one who will believe what I’ve seen and sanction what we’ve done here tonight.”
Hermione nodded but also spoke. “You go - I can’t face Dumbledore tonight, not after what you’ve told me today. I’ll stay here with Harry for a bit then head back to the castle later.” She smiled up at Severus who had moved round the bed as she spoke and now stood beside her. She turned to face him, standing up. His two forefingers found hers and wound themselves around them. “Ok, I’ll see you later then?” He asked tentatively.
“Ok.” She responded as he gently brushed the top of her head with a kiss, inhaling the scent of her hair as he pulled away and swept through the curtains.
Hermione sat down again but became suddenly aware of how hungry she was. She thought of the food still sitting, hot, on the side table in Severus’ room – they never had got round to eating it. She stood again, and pushed her way through the bed curtain, she would just head down to the visitors shop to get something to bring back to eat at Harry’s bedside, maybe a copy of the Daily Prophet or the Quibbler to read too. On tiptoes, she headed across the ward, past the sleeping ward witch and out into the corridor.
She was alone as she walked down the corridor towards the stairway. It was strange, the corridors, which were usually bustling with people, were completely empty. Yes it was late, but Hermione had an uneasy feeling as she walked, hearing her footsteps echo down the white void of corridor.
Behind her, a doorway she had just past, opened silently and a figure emerged. Before she had a chance to scream, a black, leather gloved hand closed round her mouth and pulled her, half falling, backwards into a windowless linen store. She tried to reach for her wand as she descended from the blinding white of the corridor to the plunging blackness of the cupboard, but he was too fast for her. With one hand over her mouth, the other reached round and grasped her arms, holding them tightly at the wrist, while a powerful body manoeuvred her to the back of the cupboard and pinned her to the wall.