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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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I understand...
\"It\'s too late?\" Hermione said hollowly, \"I don\'t understand...what do you mean its too late Ron?\"
Ron gulped looking rather scared at the present moment, which was more than understanable. The poor boy had been at the mercy of Voldemort for far too long.
He removed the heavy cloak that seemed to drag him down, the mask he had worn fell to his feet with a gentle clatter.
\"Hermione,\" he said lowly, motioning her to be quiet, \"It\'s too late because I mean its too late for Snape and Harry. We still have a chance.\"
\"I can\'t believe you\'re saying this Ron.\"
Ron shook his head, \"They\'re no point trying to be the valiant savior Hermione. Maybe if we get back to Hogwarts we can Dumbledore...or McGonagall...anyone, hell we could have a whole army ready by sundown.\"
Hermione didn\'t move, just stood looking to him with a scrupulous look on her pale face. Finally she spoke darkly.
\"I understand.\"
Ron looked to Hermione suddenly not so nervous, \"I knew you\'d understand Hermione, I knew...\" He trailed off looking to Hermione who was now pulling on the robes he had discarded. \"What are you-\"
\"I understand Ron,\" Hermione interrupted, \"That you simply aren\'t ready for this. I understand that you think this is a bad idea. I also understand that my best friend Harry, and a man who\'ve I grown deeply attached to are at the hands of Voldemort, and if you aren\'t going to save them, then get the hell out of my way.\"
Ron looked to her in shock, blocking her way out the door. Hermione took the mask from the ground and slipped it over her face. Ron refused to budge and Hermione resignedly moved forward.
\"It\'s not too late.\" Hermione said deftly, and with a sudden burst of strength she pushed the floundering Ron from her walkway and burst out of the doors.
* * *
Snape\'s eyes widened a bit, the only hint that he was nervous at all. Voldemort chuckled (if you could call it that) deeply in the back of his throat, raspy and dry, Snape winced at the sound of it.
\"Ready to die Severus?\" Voldemort sneered, cruel lips pulled back to showcase jagged teeth, \"You look so brave kneeling there.\" another daruckluckle.
Snape was shaking with anger. Why hadn\'t he done something differently? Why had he let himself get caught? Get her caught? His chest felt tight, and he steadied himself on his one knee. He refused to bow completely to this abomination of human creation.
Why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why?
So many filled his mind, why had he done any of it? Why did he travel with her? Why did he bring her into it at all? Why was he so cruel to her? Why did he feel so truly sorry about her in particular?
Voldemort was still staring at Snape, waving his wand, making sure it was a good one evidently, giving Snape a bit of time to think. His hands were bound behind his back, and to leap at Voldemort would prove to be futile.
All prior thoughts about plans of escape were gone. The crafty head of Slytherin now kneeled, waiting for his death.
He wondered briefly where Harry was and if the boy was still alive. Perhaps he would be able to save Hermione and...had that been Weasely? But if the boy was dead...That frantic panic welled in him at the sight of that lethal wand in Voldemort\'s gnarled hand.
The wand was aimed right at Snape\'s forehead then, and Snape in the dark recesses of his mind couldn\'t help but wish...Wish that he thanked Dumbledore for saving him from Voldemort in the first place, Thank McGonagall for her constant pick ups when he got so low he thought he would sink through the floor...he wished he\'d told Harry the good things his father had done, he wished he had shown Longb-...Neville, the proper way to do a simple potion instead of berating him constantly...and finally...Hermione. He couldn\'t help but wish he had acted upon his feelings for Hermione much earlier. Tasted those lips sooner. Proclaimed feelings, perhaps felt something....
Too late now, he already saw the green flash sparking at the end of the wand, Voldemort\'s mouth pinched up to form the words that would surely mean his death, and so Severus Snape on one knee nobly prepared to face his death head on...
When suddenly the wand was knocked from Voldemort\'s hand and he himself went sailing into the wall, head first.
Voldemort lifted his head a moment, screeching for his Deatheaters. Snape looked to the figure that had sent him sprawling with a large spell. A Deatheater? Surely not Weasely...
\"Who are you?\"
The hood flipped back and the mask was torn off to reveal Hermione, shaking and still pointing the wand at Voldemort who was now slowly losing consciousness.
“Don’t worry, I put wards on the door.”
She looked to Snape a moment, relief and something else flashing in her dark eyes as she rushed over to him, undoing the magical bounds on his arms and helping him to his feet. He felt a wash of emotion fall over him like a waterfall and he gripped onto her, weak from the torture of Voldemort wan wanting to feel she was really here, really real. She clutched him tightly back, her head tilted to meet his gaze.
\"You came back for...\" he didn\'t speak after that, feeling to embarassed. She had come back for Harry...not just him. He saw as Hermione caught his eyes and spoke the word he hadn\'t been able to.
\"You.\"
She saw something flicker in his ebony eyes and felt the grip around her tighten. He knew she meant it, of course she had wanted to save Harrt...t...she had truly wanted to save Snape as well. Not out of obligation, not because she feared him...because...
She knew he wanted to speak, and was about to kiss him gently, tell him without words that she understood when someone rushed into the room slamming the door behind them. Hermione whirled around, letting Snape stand by himself as she looked in disbelief to the warded doors she had...
Ron stood, looking to her with a gentle smile. \"Thought you might want some help.\"
Hermione felt the tears freely flow in relief, and she saw Voldemort stir. \"You deal with Potter,\" Snape said looking to Hermione intently as she nodded, \"Take Weasley with you.\"
Hermione and Ron nodded, Hermione threw the hood back over her head, slipped the mask back on and she and Ron under the gentle confines of the cloak headed out of the door, and closed it, warding it over and over until it was unbreakable.
Snape saw Voldemort stir. Now would be a most opportune time to kill him, weak and pathetic. But Snape, although very brilliant was also very vengeful.
He would wait.
* * *
Harry was twisting, trying to break from the cold DeathEater\'s grasp on his arms. \"LET ME GO!\"
Suddenly another DeathEater appeared in the doorway, and Harry felt his stomach drop. Not another beating. Not now, he needed to escape he needed to....he needed to help Ron and Hermione and Snape and...
\"Let him go.\" said the deep voice to the lone Deatheater holding Harry in a chain, \"The Master wishes to meet with you in particular, down in his dungeons. Tell the others.\"
The DeathEater nodded, handing the chaining to the new DeathEater and rushed out of the small, claustrophobic space, slamming the door behind him.
The DeathEater looked to Harry a moment, seeming to take into consideration his exact presence and it’s magnitude. He himself was writhing and trying to bite him.
One fist flung oud trd tried to punch the DeathEater who jumped back, the chain rattling in its hands as it motioned for Harry to be quiet.
What the?
Harry shook frantically, trying to break free and not understanding the motivations of this strange DeathEater when suddenly a very familiar female voice rang out from behind the mask. \"Honestly Harry...calm down.\"
Harry stopped, looking to the DeathEater who happened to now be a flushed Hermione and Ron, tossing off a cloak and ripping off a mask. Tears almost choked him as he saw them.
\"How did you ever-?\"
\"Ron knew the way...\" Hermione said jovially, noticing his confused look she continued, tears still gleaming in her eyes, \"We\'ll explain later.\"
They were looking to him with relief in their eyes as Hermione undid his chains. He stood, pressed against the wall and looking at them with thanks.
Harry prepared to rush at them and smother them in a hug, but days of starvation and lack of motor skills had left him wobbling and dizzy already.
Hermione saw this and as Ron caught him before he fell, she quickly gave a short incantation and a Pepper-Up potion appeared in a small glass, which she fed to Harry.
Moments later he stood, a little shaky but with a look in his eyes that Hermione was sure he had inherited from his father and one word rang off his lips.
\"Voldemort.\"
Ron gulped looking rather scared at the present moment, which was more than understanable. The poor boy had been at the mercy of Voldemort for far too long.
He removed the heavy cloak that seemed to drag him down, the mask he had worn fell to his feet with a gentle clatter.
\"Hermione,\" he said lowly, motioning her to be quiet, \"It\'s too late because I mean its too late for Snape and Harry. We still have a chance.\"
\"I can\'t believe you\'re saying this Ron.\"
Ron shook his head, \"They\'re no point trying to be the valiant savior Hermione. Maybe if we get back to Hogwarts we can Dumbledore...or McGonagall...anyone, hell we could have a whole army ready by sundown.\"
Hermione didn\'t move, just stood looking to him with a scrupulous look on her pale face. Finally she spoke darkly.
\"I understand.\"
Ron looked to Hermione suddenly not so nervous, \"I knew you\'d understand Hermione, I knew...\" He trailed off looking to Hermione who was now pulling on the robes he had discarded. \"What are you-\"
\"I understand Ron,\" Hermione interrupted, \"That you simply aren\'t ready for this. I understand that you think this is a bad idea. I also understand that my best friend Harry, and a man who\'ve I grown deeply attached to are at the hands of Voldemort, and if you aren\'t going to save them, then get the hell out of my way.\"
Ron looked to her in shock, blocking her way out the door. Hermione took the mask from the ground and slipped it over her face. Ron refused to budge and Hermione resignedly moved forward.
\"It\'s not too late.\" Hermione said deftly, and with a sudden burst of strength she pushed the floundering Ron from her walkway and burst out of the doors.
* * *
Snape\'s eyes widened a bit, the only hint that he was nervous at all. Voldemort chuckled (if you could call it that) deeply in the back of his throat, raspy and dry, Snape winced at the sound of it.
\"Ready to die Severus?\" Voldemort sneered, cruel lips pulled back to showcase jagged teeth, \"You look so brave kneeling there.\" another daruckluckle.
Snape was shaking with anger. Why hadn\'t he done something differently? Why had he let himself get caught? Get her caught? His chest felt tight, and he steadied himself on his one knee. He refused to bow completely to this abomination of human creation.
Why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why?
So many filled his mind, why had he done any of it? Why did he travel with her? Why did he bring her into it at all? Why was he so cruel to her? Why did he feel so truly sorry about her in particular?
Voldemort was still staring at Snape, waving his wand, making sure it was a good one evidently, giving Snape a bit of time to think. His hands were bound behind his back, and to leap at Voldemort would prove to be futile.
All prior thoughts about plans of escape were gone. The crafty head of Slytherin now kneeled, waiting for his death.
He wondered briefly where Harry was and if the boy was still alive. Perhaps he would be able to save Hermione and...had that been Weasely? But if the boy was dead...That frantic panic welled in him at the sight of that lethal wand in Voldemort\'s gnarled hand.
The wand was aimed right at Snape\'s forehead then, and Snape in the dark recesses of his mind couldn\'t help but wish...Wish that he thanked Dumbledore for saving him from Voldemort in the first place, Thank McGonagall for her constant pick ups when he got so low he thought he would sink through the floor...he wished he\'d told Harry the good things his father had done, he wished he had shown Longb-...Neville, the proper way to do a simple potion instead of berating him constantly...and finally...Hermione. He couldn\'t help but wish he had acted upon his feelings for Hermione much earlier. Tasted those lips sooner. Proclaimed feelings, perhaps felt something....
Too late now, he already saw the green flash sparking at the end of the wand, Voldemort\'s mouth pinched up to form the words that would surely mean his death, and so Severus Snape on one knee nobly prepared to face his death head on...
When suddenly the wand was knocked from Voldemort\'s hand and he himself went sailing into the wall, head first.
Voldemort lifted his head a moment, screeching for his Deatheaters. Snape looked to the figure that had sent him sprawling with a large spell. A Deatheater? Surely not Weasely...
\"Who are you?\"
The hood flipped back and the mask was torn off to reveal Hermione, shaking and still pointing the wand at Voldemort who was now slowly losing consciousness.
“Don’t worry, I put wards on the door.”
She looked to Snape a moment, relief and something else flashing in her dark eyes as she rushed over to him, undoing the magical bounds on his arms and helping him to his feet. He felt a wash of emotion fall over him like a waterfall and he gripped onto her, weak from the torture of Voldemort wan wanting to feel she was really here, really real. She clutched him tightly back, her head tilted to meet his gaze.
\"You came back for...\" he didn\'t speak after that, feeling to embarassed. She had come back for Harry...not just him. He saw as Hermione caught his eyes and spoke the word he hadn\'t been able to.
\"You.\"
She saw something flicker in his ebony eyes and felt the grip around her tighten. He knew she meant it, of course she had wanted to save Harrt...t...she had truly wanted to save Snape as well. Not out of obligation, not because she feared him...because...
She knew he wanted to speak, and was about to kiss him gently, tell him without words that she understood when someone rushed into the room slamming the door behind them. Hermione whirled around, letting Snape stand by himself as she looked in disbelief to the warded doors she had...
Ron stood, looking to her with a gentle smile. \"Thought you might want some help.\"
Hermione felt the tears freely flow in relief, and she saw Voldemort stir. \"You deal with Potter,\" Snape said looking to Hermione intently as she nodded, \"Take Weasley with you.\"
Hermione and Ron nodded, Hermione threw the hood back over her head, slipped the mask back on and she and Ron under the gentle confines of the cloak headed out of the door, and closed it, warding it over and over until it was unbreakable.
Snape saw Voldemort stir. Now would be a most opportune time to kill him, weak and pathetic. But Snape, although very brilliant was also very vengeful.
He would wait.
* * *
Harry was twisting, trying to break from the cold DeathEater\'s grasp on his arms. \"LET ME GO!\"
Suddenly another DeathEater appeared in the doorway, and Harry felt his stomach drop. Not another beating. Not now, he needed to escape he needed to....he needed to help Ron and Hermione and Snape and...
\"Let him go.\" said the deep voice to the lone Deatheater holding Harry in a chain, \"The Master wishes to meet with you in particular, down in his dungeons. Tell the others.\"
The DeathEater nodded, handing the chaining to the new DeathEater and rushed out of the small, claustrophobic space, slamming the door behind him.
The DeathEater looked to Harry a moment, seeming to take into consideration his exact presence and it’s magnitude. He himself was writhing and trying to bite him.
One fist flung oud trd tried to punch the DeathEater who jumped back, the chain rattling in its hands as it motioned for Harry to be quiet.
What the?
Harry shook frantically, trying to break free and not understanding the motivations of this strange DeathEater when suddenly a very familiar female voice rang out from behind the mask. \"Honestly Harry...calm down.\"
Harry stopped, looking to the DeathEater who happened to now be a flushed Hermione and Ron, tossing off a cloak and ripping off a mask. Tears almost choked him as he saw them.
\"How did you ever-?\"
\"Ron knew the way...\" Hermione said jovially, noticing his confused look she continued, tears still gleaming in her eyes, \"We\'ll explain later.\"
They were looking to him with relief in their eyes as Hermione undid his chains. He stood, pressed against the wall and looking at them with thanks.
Harry prepared to rush at them and smother them in a hug, but days of starvation and lack of motor skills had left him wobbling and dizzy already.
Hermione saw this and as Ron caught him before he fell, she quickly gave a short incantation and a Pepper-Up potion appeared in a small glass, which she fed to Harry.
Moments later he stood, a little shaky but with a look in his eyes that Hermione was sure he had inherited from his father and one word rang off his lips.
\"Voldemort.\"