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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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6
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7,161
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39
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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.
Sybil Speaks
Chapter 2 ~ Sybil Speaks
Sister Death shook her head as she watched Snape glide away.
“Oh, that girlie done did it now,” she said, “She sure shouldn’t have done that.”
”Your language is atrocious,” Tom said, looking at Sister Death disdainfully. “It’s clear to see you are an under-educated American. Probably a Muggle as well.”
Sister Death swung her head around and looked at Tom with narrowed brown eyes.
”Oh no you, didn’t. No you didn’t say I was under-educated just because you don’t like my lingo, snake-boy!” she said, rolling her head on her neck and snapping her fingers. “Just because I don’t hold my nose in the air as if I smell something funky . . . “
Here she looked at Narcissa pointedly. The Pureblood gave her a “well I never.” Look.
“And don’t speak proper English with that snooty little fake-sounding accent you have, and just because I can walk without looking like I have a stick up my ass . . . you know what? Both of you get the fuck out of here. You got no business here anyway. You’re just ghosts.”
Both Tom and Narcissa stared at her.
”You can’t make us go anyplace. We can stay where we wish,” Narcissa said loftily.
Sister Death put her hands on her hips.
”Oh really? You two don’t know who you’re messing with. A Muggle eh? Could a Muggle do this?” Sister Death snarled, snapping her fingers.
Immediately, both Tom and Narcissa screamed in agony, and began blowing away as if made of grains of sand, starting from their feet. In a few seconds they were gone.
“Snooty bitches,” Sister Death said, brushing off her hands. “You don’t mess with Sister Death. Especially when you’re just ghosts. Ghosts ain’t nothing.”
Then she looked in the direction Snape disappeared in.
”Shit,” Sister said, shaking her head again. “But that one, with all that hate he’s got inside . . . he’s going to be more than ghost . . . and more than trouble. I better catch up to him, see if I can talk him out of this path. Because if I don’t, that witch is in for some real bad karma. Real bad.”
With that, Sister Death suddenly began to whirl like a dervish and disappeared.
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FOR STREAMING AUDIO CLICK HERE:
http://www.theburningpen.com/aaw.m3u
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Inside the mansion, the reception was going on. The wedding was held there because it was the official home of the current Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt. Both Hermione and Ron were considered heroes, so it was fitting their wedding should be held in such a lavish setting.
It was quite the reception, with plenty of food, drink and entertainment. Clowns, Mimes and others moved through the crowd, and Sybil Trelawney was even in on the act, doing readings in a booth for the guests.
Hermione, still in her white wedding dress and veil was reluctantly led over to the Divination teacher’s booth.
“Trelawney’s a big fraud,” Hermione said as a smiling Ron led her over.
”Aw come on Hermione, it’s all in fun. Besides, I want to see what the future holds for my blushing bride,” he said, squeezing her affectionately.
”Fine Ron,” Hermione said as the couple currently occupying the booth exited. Hermine and Ron entered and sat down. Sybil was in all her scarved, bangled glory, her dragonfly-like eyes wide behind her thick glasses as she looked at the newlyweds. Before her on a table covered in a royal blue silk tablecloth sat a crystal ball. In her best spooky seer voice, she intoned: “Ah, the happily married couple have come to see what the Fates have in store for them.”
”Something like that,” Hermione snorted.
Ron grinned.
Others gathered around the booth, interested in hearing what Sybil had to say about the couple’s future.
Importantly, Sybil cleared her throat, then made a big production of passing her hands over and around the crystal ball, her many-colored trailing scarves floating and drifting. Suddenly a rather cold wind from nowhere washed over the group, Hermione clutching herself as she shivered and looked around for the source of the freezing blast. Unable to find the source, she turned back to Sybil, who was now sitting stiffly, staring straight ahead . . . silent and unblinking.
“Sybil?” Hermione said to her.
This wasn’t part of the witch’s normal theatrics.
“What’s wrong with her?” Ron asked in a low voice as the guests stared at the apparently stricken witch.
Then Trelawney spoke, her voice distant and ringing with power. The entire reception quieted as she prophesized, her bug eyes resting on Hermione now, her hand rising and one long finger pointing at the witch accusingly.
Witch untrue and witch unkind
the hated to your soul you bind.
To treachery you were inclined
and stole his soul and warped his mind.
Cunning with the liquid tool
you played a game, one far too cruel
ensnared his heart so you could rule
and turned the True into a fool.
But the dead you cannot rule,
cannot train and cannot school;
but the dead you can’t control,
especially He of warring soul.
Enjoy this day of wedded bliss
for soon there comes another kiss
of pale regard and icy breath;
of anger, pain and vengeful Death!
The witch stopped speaking and it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop as the guests all stared from the witch to Hermione. Then low voices rose, murmuring how horrible Trelawney's pronouncement had been.
”What kind of bloody prophecy was that!” Ron roared at Trelawney, who blinked and looked around at everyone a bit perplexed.
“What?” she said to Ron, confused.
”You’re scaring Hermione to death!” he yelled at the witch, “How can you talk about vengeful Death on our wedding day, you old fraud!”
Suddenly someone parted the crowd, a wizard in a suit his eyes wide.
”They’ve just found Severus Snape on the road! He’s dead! Looks like suicide,” the wizard cried.
Cries of “what” “oh no” and “why?” rose up from the guests as they all headed for the mansion entrance to see what was going on.
“Snape’s dead? Oh no,” Ron said rising.
Hermione just sat there.
”Are you coming? Let’s go see what this is about, Hermione,” Ron said to his bride, who shook her head.
”No Ron. You go on. I don’t want to see,” she said quietly as Sybil also rose and slid past her, heading for the exit, following the crowd.
”All right. I’ll let you know what’s going on,” Ron said as he hurried away.
Hermione sat there, a small satisfied smirk forming.
”At last you got what you deserved, you murderer,” she hissed under her breath. “You should have died in the Shrieking Shack. I’m glad you’re dead.”
Standing several feet away from the witch, still invisible, Snape stared at her, hot hatred in his fiery eyes.
“You’re glad now bitch,” he hissed. “Just wait until I get my bearings. You may be glad I’m dead, but I promise you, you slut . . . that you’re going to wish you had never been born.”
Around Snape, forces whirled, dark, hungry, ancient forces drawn by the power of the dark wizard’s hatred. They were stronger than Life.
Sister Death appeared, her eyes wide as she watched the darkness whirl around the wizard, gathering strength, feeding on his anger, despair and hatred.
”Oh man,” she breathed. “I’m too late. It’s already started. Damn Tonks and her sabbaticals. I told her I didn’t want to deal with these English magical folks. They’re damned crazy. The whole bunch of them. This is her shit, not mine.”
“Oh, it’ll be fine, Dee” the Metamorphmagus had told her. “I just want to pay Remus a visit. You know it’s two years today I was killed. So that gives me my week. Come on, fill in for me. Nothing ever happens. Suicide is down.”
So Sister Death or “Sister Dee” as she was called by the other White Reapers agreed to cover Tonks while she visited heaven to get her boots knocked by her werewolf husband.
Now she had a burgeoning Incubus on her hands.
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A/N: I couldn’t resist writing this. It came to me in the car as I rode with Terrill Jr. and Sr. to go get some Chinese food for Chi, who’s at work. But that’s it for now. Back to Yuleride. Next steamy chapter of that will be up tomorrow morning Well, it’s finally happened. I’ve written myself into a story. :::shakes head::: It was that damn video. :} Thanks for reading.
Sister Death shook her head as she watched Snape glide away.
“Oh, that girlie done did it now,” she said, “She sure shouldn’t have done that.”
”Your language is atrocious,” Tom said, looking at Sister Death disdainfully. “It’s clear to see you are an under-educated American. Probably a Muggle as well.”
Sister Death swung her head around and looked at Tom with narrowed brown eyes.
”Oh no you, didn’t. No you didn’t say I was under-educated just because you don’t like my lingo, snake-boy!” she said, rolling her head on her neck and snapping her fingers. “Just because I don’t hold my nose in the air as if I smell something funky . . . “
Here she looked at Narcissa pointedly. The Pureblood gave her a “well I never.” Look.
“And don’t speak proper English with that snooty little fake-sounding accent you have, and just because I can walk without looking like I have a stick up my ass . . . you know what? Both of you get the fuck out of here. You got no business here anyway. You’re just ghosts.”
Both Tom and Narcissa stared at her.
”You can’t make us go anyplace. We can stay where we wish,” Narcissa said loftily.
Sister Death put her hands on her hips.
”Oh really? You two don’t know who you’re messing with. A Muggle eh? Could a Muggle do this?” Sister Death snarled, snapping her fingers.
Immediately, both Tom and Narcissa screamed in agony, and began blowing away as if made of grains of sand, starting from their feet. In a few seconds they were gone.
“Snooty bitches,” Sister Death said, brushing off her hands. “You don’t mess with Sister Death. Especially when you’re just ghosts. Ghosts ain’t nothing.”
Then she looked in the direction Snape disappeared in.
”Shit,” Sister said, shaking her head again. “But that one, with all that hate he’s got inside . . . he’s going to be more than ghost . . . and more than trouble. I better catch up to him, see if I can talk him out of this path. Because if I don’t, that witch is in for some real bad karma. Real bad.”
With that, Sister Death suddenly began to whirl like a dervish and disappeared.
*****************************************
FOR STREAMING AUDIO CLICK HERE:
http://www.theburningpen.com/aaw.m3u
********************************************
Inside the mansion, the reception was going on. The wedding was held there because it was the official home of the current Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt. Both Hermione and Ron were considered heroes, so it was fitting their wedding should be held in such a lavish setting.
It was quite the reception, with plenty of food, drink and entertainment. Clowns, Mimes and others moved through the crowd, and Sybil Trelawney was even in on the act, doing readings in a booth for the guests.
Hermione, still in her white wedding dress and veil was reluctantly led over to the Divination teacher’s booth.
“Trelawney’s a big fraud,” Hermione said as a smiling Ron led her over.
”Aw come on Hermione, it’s all in fun. Besides, I want to see what the future holds for my blushing bride,” he said, squeezing her affectionately.
”Fine Ron,” Hermione said as the couple currently occupying the booth exited. Hermine and Ron entered and sat down. Sybil was in all her scarved, bangled glory, her dragonfly-like eyes wide behind her thick glasses as she looked at the newlyweds. Before her on a table covered in a royal blue silk tablecloth sat a crystal ball. In her best spooky seer voice, she intoned: “Ah, the happily married couple have come to see what the Fates have in store for them.”
”Something like that,” Hermione snorted.
Ron grinned.
Others gathered around the booth, interested in hearing what Sybil had to say about the couple’s future.
Importantly, Sybil cleared her throat, then made a big production of passing her hands over and around the crystal ball, her many-colored trailing scarves floating and drifting. Suddenly a rather cold wind from nowhere washed over the group, Hermione clutching herself as she shivered and looked around for the source of the freezing blast. Unable to find the source, she turned back to Sybil, who was now sitting stiffly, staring straight ahead . . . silent and unblinking.
“Sybil?” Hermione said to her.
This wasn’t part of the witch’s normal theatrics.
“What’s wrong with her?” Ron asked in a low voice as the guests stared at the apparently stricken witch.
Then Trelawney spoke, her voice distant and ringing with power. The entire reception quieted as she prophesized, her bug eyes resting on Hermione now, her hand rising and one long finger pointing at the witch accusingly.
Witch untrue and witch unkind
the hated to your soul you bind.
To treachery you were inclined
and stole his soul and warped his mind.
Cunning with the liquid tool
you played a game, one far too cruel
ensnared his heart so you could rule
and turned the True into a fool.
But the dead you cannot rule,
cannot train and cannot school;
but the dead you can’t control,
especially He of warring soul.
Enjoy this day of wedded bliss
for soon there comes another kiss
of pale regard and icy breath;
of anger, pain and vengeful Death!
The witch stopped speaking and it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop as the guests all stared from the witch to Hermione. Then low voices rose, murmuring how horrible Trelawney's pronouncement had been.
”What kind of bloody prophecy was that!” Ron roared at Trelawney, who blinked and looked around at everyone a bit perplexed.
“What?” she said to Ron, confused.
”You’re scaring Hermione to death!” he yelled at the witch, “How can you talk about vengeful Death on our wedding day, you old fraud!”
Suddenly someone parted the crowd, a wizard in a suit his eyes wide.
”They’ve just found Severus Snape on the road! He’s dead! Looks like suicide,” the wizard cried.
Cries of “what” “oh no” and “why?” rose up from the guests as they all headed for the mansion entrance to see what was going on.
“Snape’s dead? Oh no,” Ron said rising.
Hermione just sat there.
”Are you coming? Let’s go see what this is about, Hermione,” Ron said to his bride, who shook her head.
”No Ron. You go on. I don’t want to see,” she said quietly as Sybil also rose and slid past her, heading for the exit, following the crowd.
”All right. I’ll let you know what’s going on,” Ron said as he hurried away.
Hermione sat there, a small satisfied smirk forming.
”At last you got what you deserved, you murderer,” she hissed under her breath. “You should have died in the Shrieking Shack. I’m glad you’re dead.”
Standing several feet away from the witch, still invisible, Snape stared at her, hot hatred in his fiery eyes.
“You’re glad now bitch,” he hissed. “Just wait until I get my bearings. You may be glad I’m dead, but I promise you, you slut . . . that you’re going to wish you had never been born.”
Around Snape, forces whirled, dark, hungry, ancient forces drawn by the power of the dark wizard’s hatred. They were stronger than Life.
Sister Death appeared, her eyes wide as she watched the darkness whirl around the wizard, gathering strength, feeding on his anger, despair and hatred.
”Oh man,” she breathed. “I’m too late. It’s already started. Damn Tonks and her sabbaticals. I told her I didn’t want to deal with these English magical folks. They’re damned crazy. The whole bunch of them. This is her shit, not mine.”
“Oh, it’ll be fine, Dee” the Metamorphmagus had told her. “I just want to pay Remus a visit. You know it’s two years today I was killed. So that gives me my week. Come on, fill in for me. Nothing ever happens. Suicide is down.”
So Sister Death or “Sister Dee” as she was called by the other White Reapers agreed to cover Tonks while she visited heaven to get her boots knocked by her werewolf husband.
Now she had a burgeoning Incubus on her hands.
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A/N: I couldn’t resist writing this. It came to me in the car as I rode with Terrill Jr. and Sr. to go get some Chinese food for Chi, who’s at work. But that’s it for now. Back to Yuleride. Next steamy chapter of that will be up tomorrow morning Well, it’s finally happened. I’ve written myself into a story. :::shakes head::: It was that damn video. :} Thanks for reading.