Hermione's Blade
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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4,695
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8
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Chapter 2
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Chapter 2:
“Hermione, it’s time to wake up.”
A singsong voice interrupts my sleep, and small hands shake me gently. My eyes open slowly and I am greeted by an unfamiliar woman. I do not know her face, my my mind is telling me that this woman is my mother. I feel the need to disagree with myself, for this woman cannot be my mother. My mother has brown hair, not blonde, and blue eyes, not green. My mother does not wear dresses with puffed sleeves and ribbon lacing down the bodice. This is not my mother, but then again, this is not my room either. I am not where I am supposed to be.
“Get dressed darling,” said the woman with the pleasant voice, “Your grandfather’s condition has declined. You should go see him today, this may be your last chance.” She said as she pulled the blankets away from my body and placed them neatly at the foot of the bed.
I was about to say that both of my grandfathers had already died, but decided against it. As I have no idea where I am, it would not be a good idea to sound like a lunatic. I just nod instead as the woman puts a dress and undergarments on the bed. She smooths the wrinkles out of the fabric and smiles, “Your grandfather bought you this dress last year, do you remember?”
“Yes mother, I do remember.” I hear the words come out of my mouth, and as I say them I do remember. The face of the kindly old man, smiling brightly, as I admire the dress he bought me for my seventeenth birthday. The smiles of my parents and grandfather as I model the dress for them. I lean forward in bed and touch the soft, dark red fabric. More memories flash in my mind as I touch the dress. I sit with my father at the holiday banquet he throws every year. I bat my eyelashes at one of the boys who had been staring at me. My arm is linked through my grandfathers as we walk through the market. My mother gushes over one of the men who has asked father for my hand in marriage, and then pouts when she hears that I have turned them down.
It is like my whole life is being rewritten in mere minutes. My memories of Hogwarts, Harry, Ron, the war, and my real parents are like shadows now, they are there but so faint I barely notice them. Snape, the name flashes though my mind suddenly and it takes me a moment to make sense of it. Of course, Snape! He was there when... when... I can’t remember when, but I know it had something to do with this place I am in. A place that is both strange and familiar.
The woman I now know as Mother, leaves the room and I dress hastily. My fingers fumble a bit with the old-fashioned fasteners but I manage. Wait, there is something missing, but what is it. An image of something long, thin, and wooden appears in my mind... My wand! I trip over the hem of my dress as I frantically scramble around the room, searching for my last tie to the wizarding worWellWell, not the only tie, Snape is here somewhere too. After much searching I finally find my wand, hidden away in the drawer of my bedside table. I put it in one of the pockets in my dress, I don’t even know if I can do magic at all in this place, but just in case...
After I manage to slightly tame my hair with the brush that my “mother” had left on the side table, I hurry out the bedroom door. My mother is waiting for me in the hallway, and leads me down the richly decorated hallway to my grandfather’s room. As I walk down the hallway, more memories pop into my head. I remember hiding behind a tapestry and giggling because I thought no one could see me, even though there was a large bulge on the wall where there hadn’t been one before. I remember my mother telling me a story about the painting that hung outside my bedroom, it was a love story that had filled my dreams for countless nights.
I need a pensive in a bad way. The memories of two lives are getting all mixed up. Perhaps I would be able to make myself a pensive. They don’t call me the brightest witch of my generation for nothing. That’s what I am. I am a witch! I was starting to forget, an involuntary shudder runs through me at the thought of forgetting who I am, who I really am. These new memories are confusing me, and they keep coming.
We come to a halt in front of a large door with an ornate silver handle, and my mother pauses for a moment before handing me a handkerchief. “You may need it.” She says softly as she opens the door. We step inside the room and the smell of death washes over me. I have to cover my nose with the handkerchief to keep out the smell as I look at the old man lying on the bed in front of me. His cheeks are sunken, and his eyes are hollow. His skin is so thin I can almost see right through it, and I can nearly count every one of his bones. His breathing is shallow as well, and I know this is a man waiting outside Death’s door.
“I’ll leave you alone, dear.” Said my mother, as she backed out of the room. I don’t hear the sound of the door shutting, for my attention was entirely focused on the man in front of me.
He looks familiar. An image of Snape flashes in my mind, as if to reassure myself it isn’t him. I have a horrible feeling that Snape is the only person that can help me return to my real life, the life I can barely remember. No, this is not Snape. He is not that old. There is still that feeling in the pit of my stomach, however, that I know him from somewhere.
“Are you going to sit down, or are you just going to stand there all day?” My eyes focus on the old man on the bed, except he isn’t old anymore. He is naked except for a loin cloth, and he had clawed hands...
“You!” I recognize him immediately. He is the one who brought me here. He is the demon Erasmus. “You have had your fun. I want to go home.”
“The adventure is just beginning.” He giggled, “You can’t leave now.” He sat up and dangled his legs over the edge of the bed. “You will need some help keepall all the memories straight, of course.” He waved a clawed hand and I feel my body tingle. The memories seem to organize themselves in my head, as he grins at me inanely. “There, now I can tell you the rules.”
“What rules?” I ask warily. This demon, no matter how flamboyant, makes me nervous. “When will you let me leave this place?”
“When is up to you.” Erasmus answered cryptically, swinging his feet back and forth slowly. “You are in a romance novel, the one you were reading when I found you and your professor arguing. I cannot get you out. It is your responsibility. The only way to get out is to fall in love, and not with just anyone.” He smiled happily, “You have to fall in love with the professor that is in this book as well.”
Snape. I have to fall in love with Snape. My body sways and I fall forward, only to be caught by Erasmus. “Oh you poor dear, here have some water.” He said grabbing a glass that had been left on a bedside table. “Or perhaps you need something stronger.” He suggested, and with a wave of his hand a glass of a fizzy brown drink appears in front of me. “Pepsi?” He offers, and when I don’t answer he just shrugs and chugs the content of the glass.
The only thing that registers in my mind is the fact that I have to fall in love with Snape. Snape, the most hated teacher at Hogwarts! “Oh, and if you want to add a little sex to spice up this whole thing I wouldn’t mind at all.” I have to fight a strong urge to vomit at these words. Sex? With Snape?
I do the only thing that makes sense to me at the moment. I start to cry. When I look up again, I can see the blurry outline of the old man lying on the bed once again. The door opens and my “mother” steps into the room. She must think my tears are tears of sorrow for my sick grandfather, because she wraps a comforting arm around my shoulders. The only thing I can think about as she leads me out of the room is that if I ever see Erasmus again I’m going to shove his glass of Pepsi up is ass.
TBC...
AN: I AM SO SORRY! I know I said this chapter would be up a few days ago, but my computer died on me. I really thought it was going to blow up. I all my story files were saved, thank God, but it still took time away from my writing. I wish I could say that this will never happen again, but I can't because technology hates me.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed!
Aggie
SeductiveSnape
Jane
I'm soooo sorry it took this long to update.
Chapter 2:
“Hermione, it’s time to wake up.”
A singsong voice interrupts my sleep, and small hands shake me gently. My eyes open slowly and I am greeted by an unfamiliar woman. I do not know her face, my my mind is telling me that this woman is my mother. I feel the need to disagree with myself, for this woman cannot be my mother. My mother has brown hair, not blonde, and blue eyes, not green. My mother does not wear dresses with puffed sleeves and ribbon lacing down the bodice. This is not my mother, but then again, this is not my room either. I am not where I am supposed to be.
“Get dressed darling,” said the woman with the pleasant voice, “Your grandfather’s condition has declined. You should go see him today, this may be your last chance.” She said as she pulled the blankets away from my body and placed them neatly at the foot of the bed.
I was about to say that both of my grandfathers had already died, but decided against it. As I have no idea where I am, it would not be a good idea to sound like a lunatic. I just nod instead as the woman puts a dress and undergarments on the bed. She smooths the wrinkles out of the fabric and smiles, “Your grandfather bought you this dress last year, do you remember?”
“Yes mother, I do remember.” I hear the words come out of my mouth, and as I say them I do remember. The face of the kindly old man, smiling brightly, as I admire the dress he bought me for my seventeenth birthday. The smiles of my parents and grandfather as I model the dress for them. I lean forward in bed and touch the soft, dark red fabric. More memories flash in my mind as I touch the dress. I sit with my father at the holiday banquet he throws every year. I bat my eyelashes at one of the boys who had been staring at me. My arm is linked through my grandfathers as we walk through the market. My mother gushes over one of the men who has asked father for my hand in marriage, and then pouts when she hears that I have turned them down.
It is like my whole life is being rewritten in mere minutes. My memories of Hogwarts, Harry, Ron, the war, and my real parents are like shadows now, they are there but so faint I barely notice them. Snape, the name flashes though my mind suddenly and it takes me a moment to make sense of it. Of course, Snape! He was there when... when... I can’t remember when, but I know it had something to do with this place I am in. A place that is both strange and familiar.
The woman I now know as Mother, leaves the room and I dress hastily. My fingers fumble a bit with the old-fashioned fasteners but I manage. Wait, there is something missing, but what is it. An image of something long, thin, and wooden appears in my mind... My wand! I trip over the hem of my dress as I frantically scramble around the room, searching for my last tie to the wizarding worWellWell, not the only tie, Snape is here somewhere too. After much searching I finally find my wand, hidden away in the drawer of my bedside table. I put it in one of the pockets in my dress, I don’t even know if I can do magic at all in this place, but just in case...
After I manage to slightly tame my hair with the brush that my “mother” had left on the side table, I hurry out the bedroom door. My mother is waiting for me in the hallway, and leads me down the richly decorated hallway to my grandfather’s room. As I walk down the hallway, more memories pop into my head. I remember hiding behind a tapestry and giggling because I thought no one could see me, even though there was a large bulge on the wall where there hadn’t been one before. I remember my mother telling me a story about the painting that hung outside my bedroom, it was a love story that had filled my dreams for countless nights.
I need a pensive in a bad way. The memories of two lives are getting all mixed up. Perhaps I would be able to make myself a pensive. They don’t call me the brightest witch of my generation for nothing. That’s what I am. I am a witch! I was starting to forget, an involuntary shudder runs through me at the thought of forgetting who I am, who I really am. These new memories are confusing me, and they keep coming.
We come to a halt in front of a large door with an ornate silver handle, and my mother pauses for a moment before handing me a handkerchief. “You may need it.” She says softly as she opens the door. We step inside the room and the smell of death washes over me. I have to cover my nose with the handkerchief to keep out the smell as I look at the old man lying on the bed in front of me. His cheeks are sunken, and his eyes are hollow. His skin is so thin I can almost see right through it, and I can nearly count every one of his bones. His breathing is shallow as well, and I know this is a man waiting outside Death’s door.
“I’ll leave you alone, dear.” Said my mother, as she backed out of the room. I don’t hear the sound of the door shutting, for my attention was entirely focused on the man in front of me.
He looks familiar. An image of Snape flashes in my mind, as if to reassure myself it isn’t him. I have a horrible feeling that Snape is the only person that can help me return to my real life, the life I can barely remember. No, this is not Snape. He is not that old. There is still that feeling in the pit of my stomach, however, that I know him from somewhere.
“Are you going to sit down, or are you just going to stand there all day?” My eyes focus on the old man on the bed, except he isn’t old anymore. He is naked except for a loin cloth, and he had clawed hands...
“You!” I recognize him immediately. He is the one who brought me here. He is the demon Erasmus. “You have had your fun. I want to go home.”
“The adventure is just beginning.” He giggled, “You can’t leave now.” He sat up and dangled his legs over the edge of the bed. “You will need some help keepall all the memories straight, of course.” He waved a clawed hand and I feel my body tingle. The memories seem to organize themselves in my head, as he grins at me inanely. “There, now I can tell you the rules.”
“What rules?” I ask warily. This demon, no matter how flamboyant, makes me nervous. “When will you let me leave this place?”
“When is up to you.” Erasmus answered cryptically, swinging his feet back and forth slowly. “You are in a romance novel, the one you were reading when I found you and your professor arguing. I cannot get you out. It is your responsibility. The only way to get out is to fall in love, and not with just anyone.” He smiled happily, “You have to fall in love with the professor that is in this book as well.”
Snape. I have to fall in love with Snape. My body sways and I fall forward, only to be caught by Erasmus. “Oh you poor dear, here have some water.” He said grabbing a glass that had been left on a bedside table. “Or perhaps you need something stronger.” He suggested, and with a wave of his hand a glass of a fizzy brown drink appears in front of me. “Pepsi?” He offers, and when I don’t answer he just shrugs and chugs the content of the glass.
The only thing that registers in my mind is the fact that I have to fall in love with Snape. Snape, the most hated teacher at Hogwarts! “Oh, and if you want to add a little sex to spice up this whole thing I wouldn’t mind at all.” I have to fight a strong urge to vomit at these words. Sex? With Snape?
I do the only thing that makes sense to me at the moment. I start to cry. When I look up again, I can see the blurry outline of the old man lying on the bed once again. The door opens and my “mother” steps into the room. She must think my tears are tears of sorrow for my sick grandfather, because she wraps a comforting arm around my shoulders. The only thing I can think about as she leads me out of the room is that if I ever see Erasmus again I’m going to shove his glass of Pepsi up is ass.
TBC...
AN: I AM SO SORRY! I know I said this chapter would be up a few days ago, but my computer died on me. I really thought it was going to blow up. I all my story files were saved, thank God, but it still took time away from my writing. I wish I could say that this will never happen again, but I can't because technology hates me.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed!
Aggie
SeductiveSnape
Jane
I'm soooo sorry it took this long to update.