The Guardian of Slytherin
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Chapter Twenty-four
Well, with this and the epilogue to follow we've come to the end of our journey. I would like to thank all of the supportive reviewers who sent in words of encouragement and unbiased critiquing. Thanks to those who just read it and enjoyed it too! Silliness, I know, but it's 4:30 in the morning and I'm not exactly awake. Thanks again.
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Chapter Twenty-four
“How long will it take to lock in to the little bastard’s life keystone?” Severus asked, looking over to where Rabastan was working on his part of the potion.
“Fifteen minutes tops after he takes the potion, but it’ll take me at least another twenty minutes after that for her potion to be ready,” he answered, looking over to Severus. “Sorry, but there’s no way to shorten the time.”
“Will pepper up potion interfere with the soul binder one?” Regulus asked as he came in pushing in the hospital wheelchair carrying a still sleeping Ron strapped into it.
“It shouldn’t, but we should leave it as a last…”
Hermione’s breathing changed in that moment. “She’s going into respiratory failure,” Severus told them. “We have no choice. We give it to her!”
The potion worked, but for how long was anyone’s guess. Whatever work could be sped through, was done as quickly as possible. But even so they all could feel the heavy press of death coming all the closer.
Hermione’s hand fell lifeless from Severus’s grasp just seconds from the time the potion would be ready to give to Weasley. The potion master began sobbing even as the others kept fighting to get the potion that they needed finished. But then something odd happened.
She took a full breath, all on her own. Her eyes opened, but instead of the black that they had come to expect at moments like this—they were gold. Hermione lifted Severus’s head to look him in the eyes, studying him for a moment.
“You were right,” the tenor male voice told him. “She has given much, as have you.” Looking to the others there, a grin quirked her lips. “That is not to say we are all angels, are we gentlemen?” The golden eyes went over to Ron. Letting out a disappointed sigh, they muttered, “How this one ever ended up in my house is a mystery to me.”
“Godric Gryffindor?” Regulus breathed.
“In deed,” the tenor said, laughter in the words at having been found out. “You don’t have to bother with the potions. The life keystone is in Miss Granger already.” He looked over to Severus. “It was the least we could do, given the young man was going to be dead within two weeks anyway.” Her head turned, and watched them all. “And we can’t hand you a clean slate only to expect you to do wrong to fix what is going on here. It defeats the purpose of everything done so far.” But then looked over to Ron. “He’ll die much like Hermione would have—with one big exception. His brother Charles told his youngest brother the story of a whorehouse not far from here some weeks ago. I was informed that the boy only heard that it was unique, but he never bothered to listen to why. He was planning on going there come the morning to get what is referred to these days as an ‘easy lay’. Ronald Weasley would have been dead within two weeks regardless of taking the key that would keep his life force in place.”
“Why?” Severus asked. “Why would you do this for her?”
“Many reasons,” he said, going back over to the bed and lying back down. “Not the least of which was it wasn’t her time. Or that was what I was told.”
Her eyes closed, her body relaxing into the bedding before she curled up. Opening her eyes, it was Hermione’s amber eyes met Severus’s black ones. He peppered kisses all over her face, making her laugh joyously as she wrapped her arms around him.
“I love you, Severus,” she murmured, tucking her head under his.
“And I love you,” he breathed, watching the other two taking Ron out of the room. Not wanting to dwell on what would be happening to the Weasley idiot shortly, he kissed her again. “Marry me, witch.”
Tears formed in her eyes, as Hermione was thinking it was just minutes ago that she was dying. Clutching him all the tighter, she whispered, “Only if we do so as soon as possible.”
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Two weeks later the body of Ronald Weasley was found at the gates of the soul sucker whorehouse. He looked like he had been drained of every ounce of life and magic from his person until only a husk and a broad grin remained. When asked if the ghoulish grin was a result of the mummification, one of the whores told the Prophet that he was found how he died—with a huge grin and a tiny hard on.
The Weasley family held no formal funeral services.
***
Hold on--the epilogue is up next! Thank you again.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
***
Chapter Twenty-four
“How long will it take to lock in to the little bastard’s life keystone?” Severus asked, looking over to where Rabastan was working on his part of the potion.
“Fifteen minutes tops after he takes the potion, but it’ll take me at least another twenty minutes after that for her potion to be ready,” he answered, looking over to Severus. “Sorry, but there’s no way to shorten the time.”
“Will pepper up potion interfere with the soul binder one?” Regulus asked as he came in pushing in the hospital wheelchair carrying a still sleeping Ron strapped into it.
“It shouldn’t, but we should leave it as a last…”
Hermione’s breathing changed in that moment. “She’s going into respiratory failure,” Severus told them. “We have no choice. We give it to her!”
The potion worked, but for how long was anyone’s guess. Whatever work could be sped through, was done as quickly as possible. But even so they all could feel the heavy press of death coming all the closer.
Hermione’s hand fell lifeless from Severus’s grasp just seconds from the time the potion would be ready to give to Weasley. The potion master began sobbing even as the others kept fighting to get the potion that they needed finished. But then something odd happened.
She took a full breath, all on her own. Her eyes opened, but instead of the black that they had come to expect at moments like this—they were gold. Hermione lifted Severus’s head to look him in the eyes, studying him for a moment.
“You were right,” the tenor male voice told him. “She has given much, as have you.” Looking to the others there, a grin quirked her lips. “That is not to say we are all angels, are we gentlemen?” The golden eyes went over to Ron. Letting out a disappointed sigh, they muttered, “How this one ever ended up in my house is a mystery to me.”
“Godric Gryffindor?” Regulus breathed.
“In deed,” the tenor said, laughter in the words at having been found out. “You don’t have to bother with the potions. The life keystone is in Miss Granger already.” He looked over to Severus. “It was the least we could do, given the young man was going to be dead within two weeks anyway.” Her head turned, and watched them all. “And we can’t hand you a clean slate only to expect you to do wrong to fix what is going on here. It defeats the purpose of everything done so far.” But then looked over to Ron. “He’ll die much like Hermione would have—with one big exception. His brother Charles told his youngest brother the story of a whorehouse not far from here some weeks ago. I was informed that the boy only heard that it was unique, but he never bothered to listen to why. He was planning on going there come the morning to get what is referred to these days as an ‘easy lay’. Ronald Weasley would have been dead within two weeks regardless of taking the key that would keep his life force in place.”
“Why?” Severus asked. “Why would you do this for her?”
“Many reasons,” he said, going back over to the bed and lying back down. “Not the least of which was it wasn’t her time. Or that was what I was told.”
Her eyes closed, her body relaxing into the bedding before she curled up. Opening her eyes, it was Hermione’s amber eyes met Severus’s black ones. He peppered kisses all over her face, making her laugh joyously as she wrapped her arms around him.
“I love you, Severus,” she murmured, tucking her head under his.
“And I love you,” he breathed, watching the other two taking Ron out of the room. Not wanting to dwell on what would be happening to the Weasley idiot shortly, he kissed her again. “Marry me, witch.”
Tears formed in her eyes, as Hermione was thinking it was just minutes ago that she was dying. Clutching him all the tighter, she whispered, “Only if we do so as soon as possible.”
***
Two weeks later the body of Ronald Weasley was found at the gates of the soul sucker whorehouse. He looked like he had been drained of every ounce of life and magic from his person until only a husk and a broad grin remained. When asked if the ghoulish grin was a result of the mummification, one of the whores told the Prophet that he was found how he died—with a huge grin and a tiny hard on.
The Weasley family held no formal funeral services.
***
Hold on--the epilogue is up next! Thank you again.