Everything I Do, I Do It For You

Chapter 18: Shock Therapy


Picking up each picture in his hands, Andrew threw them down each in turn, in front of Hermione. He watched, as she slowly brought her head up to look at pictures. A mixture of anguish, disgust, and horror played across her face; she scrambled away from the table and the pictures, knocking over her chair in her haste. She retreated to a corner of the room where she started to shake violently. Bringing herself into the fetal position, she placed her head on her knees. She was trembling and muttering something incoherent whilst sobbing quite loudly.

Robert Finn marched over to her, not out of pity, but out of the need to save face. He had to bring her back to the table, make her sit down in the chair, and stay put. Robert had been laughed at, by the other orderlies, for what Hermione had done to him. Now he was more determined than ever to make sure that he had control over every situation. With his back facing the doctor, he reached down and grabbed Hermione by the upper arm squeezing as hard as he could, while pulling her to her feet.

Hermione let out a shocked cry of pain, and tried to lash out at the unwanted contact. However, Robert had an iron grip on her left upper arm and was too quick for her; he flipped her around and put his forearm underneath her chin. Robert had her in a strangle hold, and Hermione was flaying around uselessly.

Andrew stood up from his chair, scrapping it loudly on the tiled floor. “That will be quite enough orderly,” he said his voice straining.

“I’m just taking control of the situation.” Robert replied, his voice laced with sugar.

“Get off me!” Hermione half choked out as her airway was being cut off, and she struggled for air to fill her quickly depleting lungs.

Robert released Hermione; she fell to the ground in a heap coughing and gasping for air. Her left hand went straight up to her throat, and she winced as she touched the tender flesh at the base of her neck.

Andrew picked up the photos, and signalled for Orderly Mackey to join them. Robert was standing behind Hermione’s crumpled form, as Henry came to join him standing to her right side. Both men had their arms folded across their chests with their legs apart.

As Andrew came up to Hermione with the pictures in hand, she looked up at him with an imploring gaze on her face. Andrew crouched down in front of her; she quickly buried her face in her hand and started muttering, “Please, no...” over and over again.

Andrew knew it was now or never… He had been in this exact spot in his countless years as a psychiatrist, and he knew there was no backing down now. He gingerly took Hermione’s hand off her face and looked into her eyes.

“I know you don’t want to do this however, it must be done.” Gripping her left hand, he guided her back to the table, and sat her down. Placing the photos in front of her, he stood over her shoulder as she glanced at them. Cautiously, she brought her shaking left hand up and started very slowly flipping through the pictures of her dead parents. She noted how they looked, how their faces were twisted in agony. In a little more than a whisper she stated, “I have never seen these pictures before. I could only imagine what it must have been like for them.” Then looking up in the doctor’s face she said calmly, “Thank you for bringing me closure.” A lone tear ran down her pale cheek and a tranquil look emanated from her face.

Andrew just stood there, for once in his life he was at a loss for words.

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Severus was walking down a long corridor; he was searching for someone… Hermione? She was calling out to him, ‘Help me Professor, find me.’ He was now running down the corridor, as her voice grew more urgent with every passing minute. The corridor was never ending and lined with doors. Every door he tried was locked, and reaching for his wand, he discovered it was missing. He started banging on every door, his intensity growing with each fleeting moment. He ran to the door at the end of the corridor to see it lying opened. Walking in briskly, he found Hermione strapped to a bed, Death Eaters all around her. They were wearing their robes and masks, but he could see the delight in their eyes as they looked at Hermione hungrily. One of them spoke. It was Lucius, he stated to Severus in a mocking tone, ‘Join us, help make the wizarding world pure again. Teach this Mudblood whore a lesson.’ He looked down at Hermione her eyes were pleading with him, a look of absolute terror on her face. He shook his head slowly. At this Lucius eyes turned dark. ‘Join us or die!’ he spat with a certain calm that only Lucius Malfoy had. He found himself speaking though-he was not sure where the words came from. ‘No, I will not harm one of my students.’ With this the Death Eaters laughed in unison, a dry crackling laugh that chilled Severus to the bone. ‘Then you will die,’ came Lucius’ voice once more, as he lifted up his wand, eyes narrowing, and pointing it at Severus’ chest saying ‘Avada Kadavra.’

Severus Snape had fallen asleep! He had actually fallen asleep and dreamed. He awoke with a start, jumping to his feet, disorientated, and alarmed. He was drenched in his own cold sweat. He drew his wand quickly from his sleeve pocket, as he surveyed the dark room through hooded eyes. The dream was still vivid in his mind, like he had been transported to that room watching Hermione tied to the bed. That couldn’t be, could it? Lucius was dead after all and he was still getting to Severus even after his demise.

‘Damn it.’ Severus thought, as he tucked his wand back up his sleeve and straightened up. He needed a strong cup of coffee, and then he was going to figure out what to do next.

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Hermione awoke to the sound of a key being turned in her door lock. She half sat up, and braced herself for whoever was to come through the door. She groaned out loud, as she saw “the sadistic bastard” coming through the doorway with a tray of food in his hands. He crossed the room and dumped the tray of food onto Hermione’s lap. The juice, which was in a small plastic cup, spilt all over Hermione’s legs; the plastic cup rolling under the bed. Hermione gave a startled yell, and wiped at the juice with her left hand. Robert looking quite smug, went to stand near the door, not uttering a sound. She stared at him, and he stared at her back; a look of contempt was instantly recognizable on his face. She didn’t want to take her eyes off him, but as her stomach growled, she remembered that she hadn’t eaten at all that day. She also knew that she would have to keep her strength up if she was ever going to get out of this hellhole. She quickly wiped up the mess as best as she could, and focused on the tray of food in front of her. It was roast beef! She half cried out in glee, as it was her favourite night of the week as far as the food went. The smells assaulted her senses as the steam rose from the tray. She picked up her plastic fork, and using her right hand clumsily picked up the knife too. Her hand throbbed and hurt like hell, so she placed the knife back on the tray. Using her fork, she cut a roast potato in half, and eagerly shoved it into her mouth.

Robert was watching across the room as she delved into her meal, grinning to himself. “I wish they would give you a real knife… then you could slash your wrists, and save me the trouble.” He said in a bored voice, whilst looking at his finger nails.

Hermione froze; her fork was half way to her mouth. She looked up at “the sadistic bastard”; her left eye was pleading with him to stop his taunts as it started to fill with tears. She tried so hard to hold the tears back, but in the end couldn’t. Tears were now streaming down her face as she dropped the fork, and hastily wiped them away. Then out of nowhere, she reacted as though driven by some unknown force. She picked up the tray of food and hurled it at him.

Robert ducked just in time, as the tray came flying across the room aimed at his head. It hit the wall with a dull, echoing thud; food spraying everywhere, including the back of his pristine white trousers.

“Oh, now you’ve gone too far…” Robert growled, as he looked up from his food splattered trousers to her. He advanced on Hermione.

Hermione, shocked at what she had just done, did a double take, then scooted her way off the bed, and swiftly swept underneath it. She knew she was no match for “the sadistic bastard”, as he was about three times her size and this time, he was prepared for anything she could throw at him. She crawled to the furthest corner away from him, next to the wall, and attempted to curl up in a little ball. She heard him storming over to the bed muttering something under his breath. All of a sudden the door was flung open, and she was relieved to hear him stop. Hermione was straining to listen to the conversation; although she was, to a certain extent, feeling somewhat light headed. As she was breathing short, sharp, and shallow breaths of air. She could feel herself growing faint as she passed out.


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A/N: Congratulations JTBJAB at guessing what would happen next. If you wish to email me and I shall write you into the story...

Thanks for all of the neat reviews and do please keep them up as they make me sooooo very happy.

Oh and I also forgot to mention the fact that there has been no interaction between SS and HG is because I wanted to show what her experience was like in the hospital and how they (doctors) go about trying to convince her that she is NOT a witch. It will speed up shortly however, part of the requiremnet was that she had to be in there for a couple of years...
Also people who are concerned about other characters in the plot all I can say is the fact that I shall be concentrating on the main characters and not the lesser ones. I will, if anyone is interested, be adding on a side story once this one is done and explain what happened to Ginny, Minerva, Remus, Sirius etc etc so just let me know if you want this.
Once again I apoligize for the slowness in the story but it is necessary!!!


Disclaimer:- Not mine, I am not making a cent off writing this I am doing it for my love of HG and SS!!! JK owns all of the characters, I just own the situation that I decide to put them in.....