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Snape in Hell
Chapter 19 – Snape in Hell
It all belongs to Rowling, except the stuff you don’t recognize.
Somewhere, someone was playing Knights in White Satin, a song by a Muggle band that the Muggle-lovers on the music committee had played ad nauseum for the Valentine Ball in Snape’s last year as a student at Hogwarts.
There was a disco bahoothooting out a pattern of light through the darkness and Snape sat miserably at a table as James Potter danced by with Lily. Next to them was another couple, Lupin and some silly girl from Hufflepuff who could never stop giggling. Gods, even the werewolf had a partner. Lucius was dancing with Narcissa, ugh, it was so wrong for any pure blood to be dancing to this rot. And unusual, if this was Snape’s senior year, then Lucius would have graduated a while ago.
Suddenly Sirius was there. Snape looked for his wand and couldn’t find it.
“Too bad Snivelley, no hexing for you tonight,” smiled the Dogboy.
“So I finally made it to Hell. And here you are.” Said Snape in his most artic tone of voice.
“Wrong again you great greasy bastard. You’re not dead, even if you were I wouldn’t be there. Remember, I was a martyr to the cause.”
Snape snorted, “Sure, Black, whatever you say.”
“That’s the attitude. Well, look who’s here.” A fe eme emerged from the darkness of the ballroom. It was Tara dressed in a bright red Muggle bikini. Black got up and put his arms around her possessively. “Looky, looky, Snape’s ex.”
“Get your hands off her Black.” Snape hissed.
“Who’s going to make me?” He put his hand on one of her breasts and squeezed. She responded by moaning and pressing her body into his. “Besides, I think the little lady likes it.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
Black threw his head back and laughed, “Too late you bloody arsehole, you already did.” He started to slow dance with Tara. “Strange what a taste for the mudbloods you have. Lily, Tara, little Laura Granger… ”
“No, that’s Hermione Granger and I never—she’s repulsive.”
Black leered, “She’s not so repulsive in bed though, is she? Harry Potter’s best friend and you just can’t get enough of her. Tut-tut, what would Dumbledore say about you fucking a student?”
Snape yelled, “I only danced with her! I, I felt sorry for her. She’d had a break-up.” He tried to stand up, but he was too weak.
“And you having a row with Laura on the very same day. Oh, what a coincidence! Hah. Not man enough to get your own woman, are you? You got to fuck the kiddies.”
“No. I didn’t. Laura? Where’s Laura?” He started to look around him in desperation. No. They were not the same…
“Why she’s in Hogsmeade, being shagged by every Death Eater around. You forgot to send the owl, you dunderhead! How many others died because of you? All those poisons you brewed for your boyfriend, the Big White Maggot. And don’t forget the girls: Lily, Tara, & Laura. If you can’t have ‘em you just stand by and let them die.”
Snape couldn’t breat He He keeled over onto the floor. The music changed to Hotel fornfornia. “Laura, I’ve got to get to her.”
Black unzipped his tight Muggle blue jeans, pulled out his enormous cock and waggled it at Snape. “Would you like some of this, Snivelly? Did you like the Dark Lord’s? Want some more?” Tara came over and kneeled. “That’s right my little Mudblood Slut, and if you’re real good I’ll transform and we’ll do it doggy style. Tara said “woof” and then opened her mouth. Black grabbed her by the hair and brought her mouth onto him.
Snape held his chest. Something was very wrong. He started to cry. Good Morning Starshine, yet another infernal Muggle song from the Valentine Ball, sta boo booming. Snape screamed.
&&&
Hermione watched as Snape began to thrash about on the hospital cot. Dipping a cloth in cold water, she wiped his face. Then, she reached down, took his hand and kissed it. He seemed to quiet at her touch. There was no one around, so she leaned down and kissed him on the lips. She touched his pallid face and pushed his ebony hair away from it. Then she whispered in his ear, “I love you. Thank you for coming back to me.”
She’d been ready to head outside, invisible under Harry’s cloak, when Hagrid had walke wit with Snape. Silently, she followed him up the stairs and to the Hospital Wing.
She stowed the cloak in her robe pocket and came through the hospital doors just as Hagrid was rousing Madam Pomfrey. Pomfrey immediately set Hermione to work, gathering towels and potions to take care of Snape. Hermione assisted as Pomfrey quickly evaluated Snape. Hagrid left and Hermione was sent out the door with him to have the elves bring up some coffee. While Hermione was gone, she examined Snape more thoroughly than she could have done in the presence of a student and then put him into hospital pajamas.
“I wish you had gone to bed, Hermione,” said Pomfrey crossly as Hermione returned with the tray of coffee.
“Sorry, I couldn’t sleep. Look, if you wanted to get some more rest, I’ll stay here. If anything happens, I’ll call you.” Hermione looked at the Mediwitch and prayed she wouldn’t be sent away.
“Well, strangely enough, although my diagnostic says he’s undergone extensive Crucio, there is no damage to him at all. Snape will probably come around, snarling as he usually does, and crawl off to the dungeons to lick his wounds.” Pomfrey sniffed. “It makes no sense to me at all, there’s not a scratch on him—very well, I’ll be in the lounge resting. It will be a busy day tomorrow, probably starting around dawn. I’ll send you for a nap before then. Enjoy the coffee.” Pomfrey stretched her back and headed off.
&&&
The spy tumbled through Dumbledore’s fireplace and landed in a cloud of dust on the threadbare Persian rug.
“How goes it Percy?” said Dumbledore talking through a mouthful of Cadbury’s Aero bar.
“Well, I got out just in time. Security is very tight. I do believe if I had waited any longer I would not have been able to escape.” The red-haired wizard took out a handkerchief and wiped some of the soot from his face and neck.
“Good, good.” The older wizard’s eyes twinkled.
“I think the plan will work; however, your hope for zero loss of life was rather too optimistic.” Percy looked down and tried to hide the tears that suddenly stung his eyes.
“Indeed? Who have we lost?”
“Professor Snape. He did a fine job all the way through his demise. Without him taking the fall for spying, I doubt if I would have been able to garner as much intelligence or to give as much disinformation as I had.”
“Dead you say?” Dumbledore looked at a loss for words.
“I’m very sorry. Yes, it was quite nasty and he died heroically. There was no begging, no whining. He took it like a man.”
“How odd.” Said Dumbledore.
“Odd?” asked Percy.
“Professor Snape is quite alive and well. Well, actually he is still unconscious, but Poppy reported to me just now that she expects him to be back to his sardonic self in no time at all.” Dumbledore toyed with the chocolate bar wrapper.
“I watched him die! The Dark Lord was unable to revive him. I’d be careful, whoever you have may be an imposter.”
“Not likely. It’s not his time you know.” Dumbledore peered at Percy over his glasses.
“And how can you know that?” Percy demanded in shock.
“Well, he will be in attendance at my funeral. Lemon Drop?” said Dumbledore with upraised eyebrows.
Percy had one of those moments where he knew he’d best just backy any and not think about it. He faked a yawn. “Well, I think I better join the Aurors and get a rest before it all starts. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Percy. And a job well done. I think your family will be very relieved to have you back.” Dumbledore nodded benevolently.
&&&
In the hell where Snape lay, he suddenly felt a warm and loving presence. The pain in his chest eased and he knew Laura was nearby. The terrible music stopped. He was alone (and yet not alone) again and sank down into blessed silence.
&&&
“Laura, I presume?” Dumbledore pulled up a chair and sat down across from Hermione.
Hermione quickly assessed her options; 1) lie, 2) confess and 3) run like hell. She met his eyes and saw they held no anger. “Am I expelled?”
Dumbledore chuckled, a rather pleasant sound that made her think of chocolates and Santa Claus. “Have you done anything--on Hogwart’s grounds— mer merits such punishment?” He looked at her quite steadily and she understood.
“Why, no sir.” She sighed gratefully. A little kiss in the garden was all that had actually happened ‘here’ at Hogwarts.
“I am most relieved to hear that.” Dumbledore smiled and shifted in his seat. “However, you do know that if you want to dance, you must pay the piper. I am most curious to see how you will manage.”
“Do you have any suggestions, sir?” Hermione shrugged. “I’ve wracked my brain and just don’t know.”
Dumbledore closed his eyes and, for a moment, Hermione wondered if he’d fallen asleep. Suddenly his eyes were open and he was standing up. “Well, carry on.” And he walked away.
&&&
Hermione had fallen into a light doze while holding Snape’s hand. Then she felt her hand being squeezed.
“Laura?” Snape murmured. Hermione invoked the glamour. “I’m here. Everything’s all right. She noticed that some of the pallor seemed to be gone from his face. His eyes opened, he saw her and smiled crookedly. “I was worried. You got my owl?” He held her hand tightly. His voice sounded hollow and weak.
“Yes. And you’re all right, too. I was worried.” She stroked his hair with her other hand. “Are you thirsty?”
He gave a faint nod. She was pouring some water for him when there was a clamor from outside the doors. She put down the water and went running. Remus Lupin came in half carrying, half dragging a keening middle-aged witch totally covered with blackened blisters. “It’s begun,” said Lupin grimly. Hermione had the presence of mind to draw the drapes around Snape’s bed before removing the glamour.
“I’ll go get Madam Pomfrey!” She went running out the doors to the lounge. She never heard Snape frantically calling out Laura’s name.
A/N: Special thanks and big hugs to my reviewers; Andrian, Lady Aidil, Trinity, Halo and Pauline. You are wonderful!
Knights in White Satin is by the Moody Blues, Good Morning Starshine is from the musical Hair and Hotel California is by The Eagles. I’m not sure on the date for Hotel California, but Snape’s Valentine Dance probably happened Sprof ’of ’78, if I understand the timelines correctly, and I think that song might be popular with the Muggle-lovers and Muggle born there.
It all belongs to Rowling, except the stuff you don’t recognize.
Somewhere, someone was playing Knights in White Satin, a song by a Muggle band that the Muggle-lovers on the music committee had played ad nauseum for the Valentine Ball in Snape’s last year as a student at Hogwarts.
There was a disco bahoothooting out a pattern of light through the darkness and Snape sat miserably at a table as James Potter danced by with Lily. Next to them was another couple, Lupin and some silly girl from Hufflepuff who could never stop giggling. Gods, even the werewolf had a partner. Lucius was dancing with Narcissa, ugh, it was so wrong for any pure blood to be dancing to this rot. And unusual, if this was Snape’s senior year, then Lucius would have graduated a while ago.
Suddenly Sirius was there. Snape looked for his wand and couldn’t find it.
“Too bad Snivelley, no hexing for you tonight,” smiled the Dogboy.
“So I finally made it to Hell. And here you are.” Said Snape in his most artic tone of voice.
“Wrong again you great greasy bastard. You’re not dead, even if you were I wouldn’t be there. Remember, I was a martyr to the cause.”
Snape snorted, “Sure, Black, whatever you say.”
“That’s the attitude. Well, look who’s here.” A fe eme emerged from the darkness of the ballroom. It was Tara dressed in a bright red Muggle bikini. Black got up and put his arms around her possessively. “Looky, looky, Snape’s ex.”
“Get your hands off her Black.” Snape hissed.
“Who’s going to make me?” He put his hand on one of her breasts and squeezed. She responded by moaning and pressing her body into his. “Besides, I think the little lady likes it.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
Black threw his head back and laughed, “Too late you bloody arsehole, you already did.” He started to slow dance with Tara. “Strange what a taste for the mudbloods you have. Lily, Tara, little Laura Granger… ”
“No, that’s Hermione Granger and I never—she’s repulsive.”
Black leered, “She’s not so repulsive in bed though, is she? Harry Potter’s best friend and you just can’t get enough of her. Tut-tut, what would Dumbledore say about you fucking a student?”
Snape yelled, “I only danced with her! I, I felt sorry for her. She’d had a break-up.” He tried to stand up, but he was too weak.
“And you having a row with Laura on the very same day. Oh, what a coincidence! Hah. Not man enough to get your own woman, are you? You got to fuck the kiddies.”
“No. I didn’t. Laura? Where’s Laura?” He started to look around him in desperation. No. They were not the same…
“Why she’s in Hogsmeade, being shagged by every Death Eater around. You forgot to send the owl, you dunderhead! How many others died because of you? All those poisons you brewed for your boyfriend, the Big White Maggot. And don’t forget the girls: Lily, Tara, & Laura. If you can’t have ‘em you just stand by and let them die.”
Snape couldn’t breat He He keeled over onto the floor. The music changed to Hotel fornfornia. “Laura, I’ve got to get to her.”
Black unzipped his tight Muggle blue jeans, pulled out his enormous cock and waggled it at Snape. “Would you like some of this, Snivelly? Did you like the Dark Lord’s? Want some more?” Tara came over and kneeled. “That’s right my little Mudblood Slut, and if you’re real good I’ll transform and we’ll do it doggy style. Tara said “woof” and then opened her mouth. Black grabbed her by the hair and brought her mouth onto him.
Snape held his chest. Something was very wrong. He started to cry. Good Morning Starshine, yet another infernal Muggle song from the Valentine Ball, sta boo booming. Snape screamed.
&&&
Hermione watched as Snape began to thrash about on the hospital cot. Dipping a cloth in cold water, she wiped his face. Then, she reached down, took his hand and kissed it. He seemed to quiet at her touch. There was no one around, so she leaned down and kissed him on the lips. She touched his pallid face and pushed his ebony hair away from it. Then she whispered in his ear, “I love you. Thank you for coming back to me.”
She’d been ready to head outside, invisible under Harry’s cloak, when Hagrid had walke wit with Snape. Silently, she followed him up the stairs and to the Hospital Wing.
She stowed the cloak in her robe pocket and came through the hospital doors just as Hagrid was rousing Madam Pomfrey. Pomfrey immediately set Hermione to work, gathering towels and potions to take care of Snape. Hermione assisted as Pomfrey quickly evaluated Snape. Hagrid left and Hermione was sent out the door with him to have the elves bring up some coffee. While Hermione was gone, she examined Snape more thoroughly than she could have done in the presence of a student and then put him into hospital pajamas.
“I wish you had gone to bed, Hermione,” said Pomfrey crossly as Hermione returned with the tray of coffee.
“Sorry, I couldn’t sleep. Look, if you wanted to get some more rest, I’ll stay here. If anything happens, I’ll call you.” Hermione looked at the Mediwitch and prayed she wouldn’t be sent away.
“Well, strangely enough, although my diagnostic says he’s undergone extensive Crucio, there is no damage to him at all. Snape will probably come around, snarling as he usually does, and crawl off to the dungeons to lick his wounds.” Pomfrey sniffed. “It makes no sense to me at all, there’s not a scratch on him—very well, I’ll be in the lounge resting. It will be a busy day tomorrow, probably starting around dawn. I’ll send you for a nap before then. Enjoy the coffee.” Pomfrey stretched her back and headed off.
&&&
The spy tumbled through Dumbledore’s fireplace and landed in a cloud of dust on the threadbare Persian rug.
“How goes it Percy?” said Dumbledore talking through a mouthful of Cadbury’s Aero bar.
“Well, I got out just in time. Security is very tight. I do believe if I had waited any longer I would not have been able to escape.” The red-haired wizard took out a handkerchief and wiped some of the soot from his face and neck.
“Good, good.” The older wizard’s eyes twinkled.
“I think the plan will work; however, your hope for zero loss of life was rather too optimistic.” Percy looked down and tried to hide the tears that suddenly stung his eyes.
“Indeed? Who have we lost?”
“Professor Snape. He did a fine job all the way through his demise. Without him taking the fall for spying, I doubt if I would have been able to garner as much intelligence or to give as much disinformation as I had.”
“Dead you say?” Dumbledore looked at a loss for words.
“I’m very sorry. Yes, it was quite nasty and he died heroically. There was no begging, no whining. He took it like a man.”
“How odd.” Said Dumbledore.
“Odd?” asked Percy.
“Professor Snape is quite alive and well. Well, actually he is still unconscious, but Poppy reported to me just now that she expects him to be back to his sardonic self in no time at all.” Dumbledore toyed with the chocolate bar wrapper.
“I watched him die! The Dark Lord was unable to revive him. I’d be careful, whoever you have may be an imposter.”
“Not likely. It’s not his time you know.” Dumbledore peered at Percy over his glasses.
“And how can you know that?” Percy demanded in shock.
“Well, he will be in attendance at my funeral. Lemon Drop?” said Dumbledore with upraised eyebrows.
Percy had one of those moments where he knew he’d best just backy any and not think about it. He faked a yawn. “Well, I think I better join the Aurors and get a rest before it all starts. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Percy. And a job well done. I think your family will be very relieved to have you back.” Dumbledore nodded benevolently.
&&&
In the hell where Snape lay, he suddenly felt a warm and loving presence. The pain in his chest eased and he knew Laura was nearby. The terrible music stopped. He was alone (and yet not alone) again and sank down into blessed silence.
&&&
“Laura, I presume?” Dumbledore pulled up a chair and sat down across from Hermione.
Hermione quickly assessed her options; 1) lie, 2) confess and 3) run like hell. She met his eyes and saw they held no anger. “Am I expelled?”
Dumbledore chuckled, a rather pleasant sound that made her think of chocolates and Santa Claus. “Have you done anything--on Hogwart’s grounds— mer merits such punishment?” He looked at her quite steadily and she understood.
“Why, no sir.” She sighed gratefully. A little kiss in the garden was all that had actually happened ‘here’ at Hogwarts.
“I am most relieved to hear that.” Dumbledore smiled and shifted in his seat. “However, you do know that if you want to dance, you must pay the piper. I am most curious to see how you will manage.”
“Do you have any suggestions, sir?” Hermione shrugged. “I’ve wracked my brain and just don’t know.”
Dumbledore closed his eyes and, for a moment, Hermione wondered if he’d fallen asleep. Suddenly his eyes were open and he was standing up. “Well, carry on.” And he walked away.
&&&
Hermione had fallen into a light doze while holding Snape’s hand. Then she felt her hand being squeezed.
“Laura?” Snape murmured. Hermione invoked the glamour. “I’m here. Everything’s all right. She noticed that some of the pallor seemed to be gone from his face. His eyes opened, he saw her and smiled crookedly. “I was worried. You got my owl?” He held her hand tightly. His voice sounded hollow and weak.
“Yes. And you’re all right, too. I was worried.” She stroked his hair with her other hand. “Are you thirsty?”
He gave a faint nod. She was pouring some water for him when there was a clamor from outside the doors. She put down the water and went running. Remus Lupin came in half carrying, half dragging a keening middle-aged witch totally covered with blackened blisters. “It’s begun,” said Lupin grimly. Hermione had the presence of mind to draw the drapes around Snape’s bed before removing the glamour.
“I’ll go get Madam Pomfrey!” She went running out the doors to the lounge. She never heard Snape frantically calling out Laura’s name.
A/N: Special thanks and big hugs to my reviewers; Andrian, Lady Aidil, Trinity, Halo and Pauline. You are wonderful!
Knights in White Satin is by the Moody Blues, Good Morning Starshine is from the musical Hair and Hotel California is by The Eagles. I’m not sure on the date for Hotel California, but Snape’s Valentine Dance probably happened Sprof ’of ’78, if I understand the timelines correctly, and I think that song might be popular with the Muggle-lovers and Muggle born there.