Remember When It Rained
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
5,166
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Chapter Nineteen
Remember When It Rained
Chapter Nineteen
Remember When It Rained
Part Two
His dungeon chambers, which normally were a solace to him, were of no comfort tonight. Instead the dark master of his rooms paced in front of his fireplace, brandy balloon in hand but long forgotten.
All he could think of was the face of Hermione Granger. Looking at him with hopeful eyes as he sat in his seat at the high table in The Great Hall, looking at him in the small chapel as the High Priest intoned a blessing over the body of the youngest Weasley. Watching him as they lowered her friend’s body into the ground. Watching him as he swept past her and her friends in the corridor outside their Common Room, he saw the questions in her eyes, he saw the pain and the confusion.
He would close his eyes and imagine her in her bed across from him in the infirmary and wonder if she had even sat at his side. He’d like to think that she did and that she had held his hand as well.
His phoenix dream still bothered him.
Dumbledore had said he was free, but he didn’t feel free. He felt as bound and tapped as he had ever felt while he worked for Dumbledore. The mark that had marred his skin had vanished as fast as the one who had branded him had, or so Pomprey had said when he looked at it, his expression puzzled.
Noticing the glass in his hand he brought it to his lips and drained its contents in one swallow. For the first time in a long while the room seemed to be closing in on him and he felt the primitive urge to flee into the darkness outside in spite of the storm that raged so loudly he could hear it in his rooms.
He flung the snifter into the fireplace and with a few swift strides he had grabbed his cloak and made his way out of his doors.
~*~
She had walked as far as she could she thought, as she reached a crumbled wall and leaned wearily against it. The wind blew a heave gale, buffeting her every step, the rain slashing at her, each drop that hit bare skin stinging as if rebuking her presence in such weather.
She didn’t care, nor had she felt the sting after a few minutes of walking. It was her strength that had betrayed her finally, and the sight of the crumbling bricks had been a welcome sight.
She stood there, leaning against the wall trying to draw breath as the storm rolled around her, worsening with each passing minute. She let the rain sting her skin, the winds buffet her as tears coursed down her cheeks and her hands rip at her robes as all of the grief that had been building in her finally bubbled to the surface and overflowed.
She screamed into the storm, the thunder absorbing her keening as she pulled at her sodden hair with her hands, her body convulsing with the pain finally purged from her soul.
‘They were all so stupid,’ she thought savagely. “Stupid and blind!” she yelled at the bolts of lighting as they arced across the sky.
Images of her played in her head. Ginny laughing with her over the antics of Neville one night in the Common Room. Her hugs of encouragement whenever she had felt down. Her smiling wistfully at Harry, her elbowing Ron at something tacky he had said. Her face screwed up in concentration as she did her homework. The determined look on her face as she battled Draco Malfoy, and finally the blank look and hollow eyes of her face in death.
She fell to her knees, hands tearing at her hair again as she keened for her loss.
Then Severus’ face appeared behind her closed eyes. His smirking face, his studious face and finally his frightened face. The face he had shown to her on the first night of the new term, a night that was so long passed. The night that he had kissed her and pulled her against him as if she were a life preserver and he the only survivor if a shipwreck. The face he had shown her as he ordered her away from him.
“Oh Severus!” she gasped longing for his arms around her even as she wrapped hers around herself and crumbled further into the wet earth.
~*~
He was wet though and cold. But it was the screaming that kept him walking.
He had only walked a bit when he decided that the storm was too intense for him to continue, but the sudden, unmistakable sound of human screaming had stopped him as he turned back toward the keep.
With a curse he turned back toward the sound and made his way forward, vowing to take away the remainder of house points from the house of whichever student was so foolish enough to be out in such a deluge.
Making his way across the field, cursing under his breath and occasionally stumbling over a jutting stone, he trod on and the screaming increased in its intensity. Its sudden ceasing chilled his heart to its core and he picked up his pace, nearly running against the blowing winds until he reached a crumbling wall and spied a dark form huddled against it crying his name.
“Hermione!”
A/N Yes, I know it’s evil of me to end it here but I promise that the next chapter will be chock full of lemony goodness. It will also be the second to last. Happy Holidays and thank you all so much for reading my story and especially for reviewing! Titania
Chapter Nineteen
Remember When It Rained
Part Two
His dungeon chambers, which normally were a solace to him, were of no comfort tonight. Instead the dark master of his rooms paced in front of his fireplace, brandy balloon in hand but long forgotten.
All he could think of was the face of Hermione Granger. Looking at him with hopeful eyes as he sat in his seat at the high table in The Great Hall, looking at him in the small chapel as the High Priest intoned a blessing over the body of the youngest Weasley. Watching him as they lowered her friend’s body into the ground. Watching him as he swept past her and her friends in the corridor outside their Common Room, he saw the questions in her eyes, he saw the pain and the confusion.
He would close his eyes and imagine her in her bed across from him in the infirmary and wonder if she had even sat at his side. He’d like to think that she did and that she had held his hand as well.
His phoenix dream still bothered him.
Dumbledore had said he was free, but he didn’t feel free. He felt as bound and tapped as he had ever felt while he worked for Dumbledore. The mark that had marred his skin had vanished as fast as the one who had branded him had, or so Pomprey had said when he looked at it, his expression puzzled.
Noticing the glass in his hand he brought it to his lips and drained its contents in one swallow. For the first time in a long while the room seemed to be closing in on him and he felt the primitive urge to flee into the darkness outside in spite of the storm that raged so loudly he could hear it in his rooms.
He flung the snifter into the fireplace and with a few swift strides he had grabbed his cloak and made his way out of his doors.
~*~
She had walked as far as she could she thought, as she reached a crumbled wall and leaned wearily against it. The wind blew a heave gale, buffeting her every step, the rain slashing at her, each drop that hit bare skin stinging as if rebuking her presence in such weather.
She didn’t care, nor had she felt the sting after a few minutes of walking. It was her strength that had betrayed her finally, and the sight of the crumbling bricks had been a welcome sight.
She stood there, leaning against the wall trying to draw breath as the storm rolled around her, worsening with each passing minute. She let the rain sting her skin, the winds buffet her as tears coursed down her cheeks and her hands rip at her robes as all of the grief that had been building in her finally bubbled to the surface and overflowed.
She screamed into the storm, the thunder absorbing her keening as she pulled at her sodden hair with her hands, her body convulsing with the pain finally purged from her soul.
‘They were all so stupid,’ she thought savagely. “Stupid and blind!” she yelled at the bolts of lighting as they arced across the sky.
Images of her played in her head. Ginny laughing with her over the antics of Neville one night in the Common Room. Her hugs of encouragement whenever she had felt down. Her smiling wistfully at Harry, her elbowing Ron at something tacky he had said. Her face screwed up in concentration as she did her homework. The determined look on her face as she battled Draco Malfoy, and finally the blank look and hollow eyes of her face in death.
She fell to her knees, hands tearing at her hair again as she keened for her loss.
Then Severus’ face appeared behind her closed eyes. His smirking face, his studious face and finally his frightened face. The face he had shown to her on the first night of the new term, a night that was so long passed. The night that he had kissed her and pulled her against him as if she were a life preserver and he the only survivor if a shipwreck. The face he had shown her as he ordered her away from him.
“Oh Severus!” she gasped longing for his arms around her even as she wrapped hers around herself and crumbled further into the wet earth.
~*~
He was wet though and cold. But it was the screaming that kept him walking.
He had only walked a bit when he decided that the storm was too intense for him to continue, but the sudden, unmistakable sound of human screaming had stopped him as he turned back toward the keep.
With a curse he turned back toward the sound and made his way forward, vowing to take away the remainder of house points from the house of whichever student was so foolish enough to be out in such a deluge.
Making his way across the field, cursing under his breath and occasionally stumbling over a jutting stone, he trod on and the screaming increased in its intensity. Its sudden ceasing chilled his heart to its core and he picked up his pace, nearly running against the blowing winds until he reached a crumbling wall and spied a dark form huddled against it crying his name.
“Hermione!”
A/N Yes, I know it’s evil of me to end it here but I promise that the next chapter will be chock full of lemony goodness. It will also be the second to last. Happy Holidays and thank you all so much for reading my story and especially for reviewing! Titania