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Lacerations of the Soul
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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14
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6,573
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36
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Chapter 2- Fresh Cuts
Chapter 2
Ron paced agitatedly as he tried to think of the best way to wake the sleeping girl in his bed. He had wanted her there for so many months, but not like this, never under these pretenses. He walked over to her sleeping form, and pushed her softly trying to rouse her awake. “Mione? Sweetheart, I need you to wake up. Please, I know this is horrible, I can empathize… in fact I don’t know what I’d do if my Mum or Dad bit it… But please you have to wake up. Harry will be here in a minute, Mione. Please, wake up.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead, not knowing what else to do. She stirred at the touch of his lips on her forehead.
“Ron?” She asked while rubbing her eyes, to rid herself of the sand that had crept into her orbs, from crying and the dead sleep.
“Yes, love, I’m here. I need you to wake up, Harry is on his way, and we’ll be here for you.” He gathered her up in his embrace, but she recoiled. Fear etched into her lovely face.
“Get away from me! I want to be alone! Everything! Everything I love has been ripped away from me. I don’t need you hanging about me, just go away!” She stood up abruptly, nearly knocking the red head on his arse. She ran. She ran as fast as she could up the stairs and into the loo. She slammed the door sat on the toilet and cried. Her heart felt shredded, her soul pierced by a mighty arrow leaving a whole that could never heal.
“What the bloody hell did I do?” He asked bewildered and belligerently. “Stupid female! I try to comfort her and she runs away.” His mother walked into the living room, and stared at her son. Her hands edged their way to her waist.
“Ronald Weasley! What have you done? Where is Hermione? We need to be there for her, not yelling towards her! Do you have no sense of decency? Her parents were just killed by the dark lord!” She rushed up the stairs and started to knock against the bathroom door. “Hermione let me in dear, let me help.”
“No go away! All of you, I just want to go home!” she yelled at the top of her lungs and didn’t notice as the door unlocked and Molly walked through. She wrapped her large motherly arms around the sobbing teenager, and didn’t let go as Hermione pushed and beat against her chest trying to escape.
Hermione kept pushing against her until the word vomit ensued. “Why me? Why them? It’s not fair! It’s just not fair.” Every word was punctuated with a well placed but lessening blow. She caved, her resolve giving out, then she cried. Hermione turned to the larger older woman and cried into her bosom. “Oh Miss Weasley! What am I going to do? My Mum and my Dad! Why them, what did they ever do to the Dark Lord?”
“Oh Hermione! It’s not what they did, it’s how evil he is. Don’t you see? This is why we have to defeat him. We have to, to keep all of you safe. I know you are hurting right now, and it’s likely never to go away completely, but you are alive! Harry and Ron, all my boys are alive, We lost a lot of people we love already, Sirius, one of them. It’s never going to be like it was, but it is going to continue on, and when we win, we will place a monument to all of those who gave their lives in the fight, and your parents will be there as well, because they did give their lives in the fight, they would have done anything to save you! You are free to stay here until school starts, you are free to stay here forever if you want. Just know that you did not lose everyone that loves you. You still have Arthur and Me.” She had tears in her eyes as well, holding the girl to her chest as she cried.
“Thank you Miss Weasley..” Hermione stated rather aloofly, her tears drying out, and something hard placed it’s way around her heart. “I’ll have arrangements to make in muggle London, is there anyway you would go with me?”
“Of Course my dear, you might have to help me dress the part of a muggle, but I’d be delighted to help you in your time of need. I’ve always thought of you as a daughter.” She smiled at the girl, and then realized that this was probably the wrong thing to say at the moment, as Hermione started to weep once more.
“Thank you Miss Weasley…” She tried to hide her tears, but instead they just kept flowing.
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“A..A..Albus..” Severus said his breath coming from his body in gasps, as Madam Pomfrey began to close the wounds on his back. “Are the children ok?” He gasped as the mediwitch healed up yet another lacerated area on his back.
“Yes Severus, you warned us in time to save most if not all of the children, we are still looking into any casualties we may have ensued, other than the Grangers. That poor girl is going to need all of our help, and yours Severus. IF anyone can help her out of this it would be you.”
“Me?” He laughed then howled as another part of the healing process nearly brought him to his knees, figuratively as he was laying across the table at the burrow. “Do be more careful Pomfrey!” he roared. The older witch just shook her head, it was always the same. He’d always be broken up and she’d fix him, each time he’d grow more and more angered by the end of the treatment.
“Sorry Severus, it’s not easy cleaning and tending these wounds, he’s growing angrier at you.” She always feared each time he was called out, that she would not be able to save him upon his return, if he returned at all.
“Albus, what do you mean she’ll need me? She shouldn’t need anything other than her friends and their family.” He winced and waited for an answer.
“You have dealt with more death and more pain than anyone, if anyone can help her it will be you. And you will have ample time to help her, as you will teach her to become an occlumens, as well as Mr. Weasley, and perhaps if Harry has time, brush him up as well.”
“You certainly have my time cut out for me don’t you Albus?” He stretched as the barrage on his back had slowed. He felt much better. “Thank you Pomfrey, I feel much better.” He stood up pain still edging from his joints from his torture, but he was able to stand on his own this time.
“Sit still Severus! I’m not through!” She scolded him and handed him a blood replenisher. “Drink that, then this, and then this.” The last two vials were a pain potion and a healing potion. He took all three, in rapid succession such as he would drink a fine whiskey.
“I’m sorry Severus, but their knowing that I’m alive means they need to be able to keep from throwing me to the wolves before it is time. It could also save your life, and besides young Miss Granger, isn’t that hard to handle anymore is she?” Severus was shook up by this statement, knowing that the girl had turned down in her know-it-all nature, but he was far from convinced that she was any less hard to handle, and now she was a legal adult at 17… his wits better be with him.
How would he help the young witch? He could see himself helping himself to her… but he was sure that wasn’t what the old coot wanted. But he could see the reasons behind it. He could train her to pull away from the pain, separate it from part of her, that’s what he had done all these years, but… He didn’t want to see her become him. Albus was more insane now than he’d originally thought.
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With a thunder crack Arthur and Harry apparated in front of the burrow, the place radiated love like a tub of toxic waste. Harry felt the feelings envelope him and he wished that he’d never leave. This place was wonderful. Though he knew they’d only be staying here a night or two, before moving into the order full right.
He walked into the living area of the burrow smiling at his best friend before enquiring about Hermione. “Hey Ron, how’s she doing?”
“Don’t know, but I think she dumped me… Well she dumped me on my arse that’s for sure.” He shook his head. “I don’t know what to do about this Harry, This shouldn’t have happened! Then Snape being in the kitchen and—“
“What?” Harry turned an evil shade of red. “He’s in the kitchen? I’ll kill him for what he did to Professor Dumbledore! How can you be so calm with a murderer in your kitchen?!” Harry started towards the kitchen wand drawn, anger rushing him. Ron did the only thing he could do, step in front of the boy who had been his friend since first year.
“Harry! Wait! It’s not what you think, I was going to kill him myself until I saw, and I guess until you see, you won’t understand either. Please, don’t kill him.” Ron’s eyes went wide at himself. Did he just ask someone not to kill that snarky bastard?
“You’re asking me not to kill him? That’s rich Ron, where is he?” Harry had hatred etched into his face, and Ron was scared for a moment.
“Harry?” Hermione’s voice called as she walked down the stairs. “Oh Harry! It’s so awful!” She was bawling again as she raced into his arms, Snape would have to wait, Hermione needed him.
Inside Ron was fuming, she wouldn’t touch him, but would willingly race into Harry’s arms, he didn’t know what else to do so he left, walked outside and just stared off into the wide open fields surrounding the Burrow.
Ron paced agitatedly as he tried to think of the best way to wake the sleeping girl in his bed. He had wanted her there for so many months, but not like this, never under these pretenses. He walked over to her sleeping form, and pushed her softly trying to rouse her awake. “Mione? Sweetheart, I need you to wake up. Please, I know this is horrible, I can empathize… in fact I don’t know what I’d do if my Mum or Dad bit it… But please you have to wake up. Harry will be here in a minute, Mione. Please, wake up.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead, not knowing what else to do. She stirred at the touch of his lips on her forehead.
“Ron?” She asked while rubbing her eyes, to rid herself of the sand that had crept into her orbs, from crying and the dead sleep.
“Yes, love, I’m here. I need you to wake up, Harry is on his way, and we’ll be here for you.” He gathered her up in his embrace, but she recoiled. Fear etched into her lovely face.
“Get away from me! I want to be alone! Everything! Everything I love has been ripped away from me. I don’t need you hanging about me, just go away!” She stood up abruptly, nearly knocking the red head on his arse. She ran. She ran as fast as she could up the stairs and into the loo. She slammed the door sat on the toilet and cried. Her heart felt shredded, her soul pierced by a mighty arrow leaving a whole that could never heal.
“What the bloody hell did I do?” He asked bewildered and belligerently. “Stupid female! I try to comfort her and she runs away.” His mother walked into the living room, and stared at her son. Her hands edged their way to her waist.
“Ronald Weasley! What have you done? Where is Hermione? We need to be there for her, not yelling towards her! Do you have no sense of decency? Her parents were just killed by the dark lord!” She rushed up the stairs and started to knock against the bathroom door. “Hermione let me in dear, let me help.”
“No go away! All of you, I just want to go home!” she yelled at the top of her lungs and didn’t notice as the door unlocked and Molly walked through. She wrapped her large motherly arms around the sobbing teenager, and didn’t let go as Hermione pushed and beat against her chest trying to escape.
Hermione kept pushing against her until the word vomit ensued. “Why me? Why them? It’s not fair! It’s just not fair.” Every word was punctuated with a well placed but lessening blow. She caved, her resolve giving out, then she cried. Hermione turned to the larger older woman and cried into her bosom. “Oh Miss Weasley! What am I going to do? My Mum and my Dad! Why them, what did they ever do to the Dark Lord?”
“Oh Hermione! It’s not what they did, it’s how evil he is. Don’t you see? This is why we have to defeat him. We have to, to keep all of you safe. I know you are hurting right now, and it’s likely never to go away completely, but you are alive! Harry and Ron, all my boys are alive, We lost a lot of people we love already, Sirius, one of them. It’s never going to be like it was, but it is going to continue on, and when we win, we will place a monument to all of those who gave their lives in the fight, and your parents will be there as well, because they did give their lives in the fight, they would have done anything to save you! You are free to stay here until school starts, you are free to stay here forever if you want. Just know that you did not lose everyone that loves you. You still have Arthur and Me.” She had tears in her eyes as well, holding the girl to her chest as she cried.
“Thank you Miss Weasley..” Hermione stated rather aloofly, her tears drying out, and something hard placed it’s way around her heart. “I’ll have arrangements to make in muggle London, is there anyway you would go with me?”
“Of Course my dear, you might have to help me dress the part of a muggle, but I’d be delighted to help you in your time of need. I’ve always thought of you as a daughter.” She smiled at the girl, and then realized that this was probably the wrong thing to say at the moment, as Hermione started to weep once more.
“Thank you Miss Weasley…” She tried to hide her tears, but instead they just kept flowing.
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“A..A..Albus..” Severus said his breath coming from his body in gasps, as Madam Pomfrey began to close the wounds on his back. “Are the children ok?” He gasped as the mediwitch healed up yet another lacerated area on his back.
“Yes Severus, you warned us in time to save most if not all of the children, we are still looking into any casualties we may have ensued, other than the Grangers. That poor girl is going to need all of our help, and yours Severus. IF anyone can help her out of this it would be you.”
“Me?” He laughed then howled as another part of the healing process nearly brought him to his knees, figuratively as he was laying across the table at the burrow. “Do be more careful Pomfrey!” he roared. The older witch just shook her head, it was always the same. He’d always be broken up and she’d fix him, each time he’d grow more and more angered by the end of the treatment.
“Sorry Severus, it’s not easy cleaning and tending these wounds, he’s growing angrier at you.” She always feared each time he was called out, that she would not be able to save him upon his return, if he returned at all.
“Albus, what do you mean she’ll need me? She shouldn’t need anything other than her friends and their family.” He winced and waited for an answer.
“You have dealt with more death and more pain than anyone, if anyone can help her it will be you. And you will have ample time to help her, as you will teach her to become an occlumens, as well as Mr. Weasley, and perhaps if Harry has time, brush him up as well.”
“You certainly have my time cut out for me don’t you Albus?” He stretched as the barrage on his back had slowed. He felt much better. “Thank you Pomfrey, I feel much better.” He stood up pain still edging from his joints from his torture, but he was able to stand on his own this time.
“Sit still Severus! I’m not through!” She scolded him and handed him a blood replenisher. “Drink that, then this, and then this.” The last two vials were a pain potion and a healing potion. He took all three, in rapid succession such as he would drink a fine whiskey.
“I’m sorry Severus, but their knowing that I’m alive means they need to be able to keep from throwing me to the wolves before it is time. It could also save your life, and besides young Miss Granger, isn’t that hard to handle anymore is she?” Severus was shook up by this statement, knowing that the girl had turned down in her know-it-all nature, but he was far from convinced that she was any less hard to handle, and now she was a legal adult at 17… his wits better be with him.
How would he help the young witch? He could see himself helping himself to her… but he was sure that wasn’t what the old coot wanted. But he could see the reasons behind it. He could train her to pull away from the pain, separate it from part of her, that’s what he had done all these years, but… He didn’t want to see her become him. Albus was more insane now than he’d originally thought.
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With a thunder crack Arthur and Harry apparated in front of the burrow, the place radiated love like a tub of toxic waste. Harry felt the feelings envelope him and he wished that he’d never leave. This place was wonderful. Though he knew they’d only be staying here a night or two, before moving into the order full right.
He walked into the living area of the burrow smiling at his best friend before enquiring about Hermione. “Hey Ron, how’s she doing?”
“Don’t know, but I think she dumped me… Well she dumped me on my arse that’s for sure.” He shook his head. “I don’t know what to do about this Harry, This shouldn’t have happened! Then Snape being in the kitchen and—“
“What?” Harry turned an evil shade of red. “He’s in the kitchen? I’ll kill him for what he did to Professor Dumbledore! How can you be so calm with a murderer in your kitchen?!” Harry started towards the kitchen wand drawn, anger rushing him. Ron did the only thing he could do, step in front of the boy who had been his friend since first year.
“Harry! Wait! It’s not what you think, I was going to kill him myself until I saw, and I guess until you see, you won’t understand either. Please, don’t kill him.” Ron’s eyes went wide at himself. Did he just ask someone not to kill that snarky bastard?
“You’re asking me not to kill him? That’s rich Ron, where is he?” Harry had hatred etched into his face, and Ron was scared for a moment.
“Harry?” Hermione’s voice called as she walked down the stairs. “Oh Harry! It’s so awful!” She was bawling again as she raced into his arms, Snape would have to wait, Hermione needed him.
Inside Ron was fuming, she wouldn’t touch him, but would willingly race into Harry’s arms, he didn’t know what else to do so he left, walked outside and just stared off into the wide open fields surrounding the Burrow.