Repeat as Needed
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,328
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Harry Potter et al belongs to JKRowling, not me. I make no money from writing this, just some deviant fun.
Just One Shot
Disclaimer: All things in the Potterverse belong to JK Rowling. No profit is made from this.
Author’s note: This was the very first thing I ever posted on AFF.net—a response to the ‘100 ways to Kill a Dark Lord” collaborative in Snape/Hermione. A bit random, but then I was in a hurry—I think my Muse wears spurs!
The Great Hall of Hogwarts erupted with wild cheers as Voldemort finally fell and died. Permanently. Even Harry Potter had been stunned when all it took was an ‘Expelliarmus’ to kill the darkest wizard in history. Now he was surrounded by happy people and the remaining Death Eaters were being rounded up or trying to escape, the giants were retreating, the acromantula were nearly extinct (not that Ron minded, of course) and no one noticed Hermione Granger slipping a small object into the back pocket of her dirty jeans with a sigh.
Except Severus Snape, who had staggered into the Hall in time to see his last master die. He’d hidden a bezoar in his mouth and had applied several blood replenishing potions as soon as the trio had left with the necessary memories. An anti-venom spell and he was tired, but healing. He’d hoped to be able to get into his quarters and retrieve a few items before he escaped from Britain and started a new life elsewhere.
Hermione looked up and saw him. Moving through the oblivious crowd, she worked her way up to him. “Professor, let me get you to the infirmary, sir.” She took his arm and slung it over her shoulders.
He looked down at her. “Thank you, Miss Granger, but that is unnecessary.” His dark eyes stared at her in curiosity. “Does Potter know you carry a revolver?”
She blinked at him, and then smiled slowly. “No, Harry has no clue his best friend was Junior All-England Small Arms Marksman champion for three years running.”
“And the sound of the spell Voldemort used covered the sound of the shot, I’m thinking.” Snape said. “You are the heroine we have needed, Miss Granger.”
She sighed, “No thanks! Let Harry take that heat, I don’t want it. Unless the Ministry does an autopsy, no wizard or medi-witch is going to find that small a hole at the base of his skull.” She tugged him out the door and behind a statue. “You are leaving?”
He nodded. “Yes. Let them believe me dead. I have a new life waiting in Greece; an island in the Aegean Sea. Malfoy helped me set it up last year.” He glanced in the doors at the noisy, excited crowd. “If you should find yourself in the neighborhood, Miss Granger…?”
“I’ll buy the Ouzo, Professor. You’d better get going. Live well.”
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Just wanted to add it to the \'Repeat as Needed\' since for some reason I keep thinking of different ways to bump off Ol\' Moldyshorts. It\'s becoming a hobby, I think, LOL.
Author’s note: This was the very first thing I ever posted on AFF.net—a response to the ‘100 ways to Kill a Dark Lord” collaborative in Snape/Hermione. A bit random, but then I was in a hurry—I think my Muse wears spurs!
The Great Hall of Hogwarts erupted with wild cheers as Voldemort finally fell and died. Permanently. Even Harry Potter had been stunned when all it took was an ‘Expelliarmus’ to kill the darkest wizard in history. Now he was surrounded by happy people and the remaining Death Eaters were being rounded up or trying to escape, the giants were retreating, the acromantula were nearly extinct (not that Ron minded, of course) and no one noticed Hermione Granger slipping a small object into the back pocket of her dirty jeans with a sigh.
Except Severus Snape, who had staggered into the Hall in time to see his last master die. He’d hidden a bezoar in his mouth and had applied several blood replenishing potions as soon as the trio had left with the necessary memories. An anti-venom spell and he was tired, but healing. He’d hoped to be able to get into his quarters and retrieve a few items before he escaped from Britain and started a new life elsewhere.
Hermione looked up and saw him. Moving through the oblivious crowd, she worked her way up to him. “Professor, let me get you to the infirmary, sir.” She took his arm and slung it over her shoulders.
He looked down at her. “Thank you, Miss Granger, but that is unnecessary.” His dark eyes stared at her in curiosity. “Does Potter know you carry a revolver?”
She blinked at him, and then smiled slowly. “No, Harry has no clue his best friend was Junior All-England Small Arms Marksman champion for three years running.”
“And the sound of the spell Voldemort used covered the sound of the shot, I’m thinking.” Snape said. “You are the heroine we have needed, Miss Granger.”
She sighed, “No thanks! Let Harry take that heat, I don’t want it. Unless the Ministry does an autopsy, no wizard or medi-witch is going to find that small a hole at the base of his skull.” She tugged him out the door and behind a statue. “You are leaving?”
He nodded. “Yes. Let them believe me dead. I have a new life waiting in Greece; an island in the Aegean Sea. Malfoy helped me set it up last year.” He glanced in the doors at the noisy, excited crowd. “If you should find yourself in the neighborhood, Miss Granger…?”
“I’ll buy the Ouzo, Professor. You’d better get going. Live well.”
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Just wanted to add it to the \'Repeat as Needed\' since for some reason I keep thinking of different ways to bump off Ol\' Moldyshorts. It\'s becoming a hobby, I think, LOL.