The Hepatic Hex
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
1,032
Reviews:
74
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
epilogue
Authors notes at end...quite sure you will all skip them otherwise....
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Epilogue
Hermione sat in the semi-darkness of the half-moon lit night with tears of mourning running freely down her face. He was really gone to her this time. There would be no more arguing, no more making up, and no lovemaking. He would not be coming back to offer any words of encouragement, of praise, his trademark sarcasm or endearments of love. He had died peacefully that night, his head in her lap, whispering to her all the things she already knew. She knew already all of what he had said, because he had repeated it to her twice a day, every day, for the past 126 years.
As she cradled his head and stroked his long gray hair, her tears fell upon his face, making it glisten angelically in the silver light shining down on them. She caressed him as she rocked him in her lap, forcing herself to believe that which was unbelievable. He was dead. He would not be coming back. She rested her forehead gently against his as the memories of their life swirled through her consciousness.
Snape had come in search of her after she had run from his rooms all those years ago. He had found her in the very same place by the lake that she sat now, hugging his body desperately to hers, crying as she was now, under the very same moon. He had crept up silently behind her, but her new animalistic intuition had sensed him from afar. She just wasn’t in the possession of the strength or desire to flee from him again. She had already done far too much of that. He had sat down beside her and drawn her close to him, whispering the same words he had echoed only moments ago with the last breath that had left his body.
It had been one big misunderstanding in the end. Yes indeed he had been legally bonded to an arranged marriage to Artemis, but Archibald De la Rosa had released him from the contract when he had learned of Hermione’s love for him and his devotion to her. The marriage they had been speaking of arranging was his to Hermione. That is, if she would accept. She turned to face him at his words and cringed at the pain in his eyes in obvious anticipation of her rejection. She was more than willing to save him from that anguish.
They had kissed then and he had made love to her on the grass, under the moonlight, just as they had done earlier before his strength founded completely and he lay down in her lap and slipped away from her, still pledging his eternal love for her and his joy and gratitude for having her in his life every day and every night.
They had been married on this spot two-weeks after that night. The entire population of wizards and witches seemed to be present, for Dumbledore had conveniently let \'slip\' the roles each had played in their defeat of evil from the lives of all in their community. As a wedding gift to the couple, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall has bestowed upon Hermione a permanent cosmetic aging charm, that with each year would add a line or two to her face, and soften the skin on her body so that as Snape aged, she seemed to as well. It ensured that there would be not discomfort to either party because her immortality and inability to do so naturally. It had been a gift that both considered the most thoughtful either had ever received.
Harry and Ron had surprisingly encouraged and blessed the union, and had over the years become some of Snape closest confidants. It may have taken a great deal of time and patience from all parties, but by their 6th anniversary, it had happened. Harry had married Artemis, three years after her ascension to the wizarding worlds throne. Snape had thought that it had been ironically fitting that the Boy-Who-Lived had wed the Woman-Who-Gave-Life-To-All. Harry found it equally ironic that the “Over-Grown Bat” had married a vampire for the second time in his life. Needless to say it was the subject of playful bantering between the two for many years.
Ron had decided that he would style himself as the world’s ultimate bachelor. He had not married claiming growing up in a houseful of siblings had turned him most decidedly away from domesticity. He had lived a happy, fulfilling life until, nearly 30 years ago tonight, had fallen victim to his own joviality and died of the Muggle disease AIDS. It was the one bloody disease that Snape had been unable to come up with a potion to cure. He had tried, he had spent seven straight years researching and testing, but in the end, it was all in vain. Ron hadn’t blamed Snape, not that it had eased her husband’s conscience any. All in all Hermione could safely say that the night Ron had died was the night Snape’s own health began to fail.
Really, she supposed that she should consider herself lucky that he had survived as long as he did. After they had been married he had, over the years as he could bring himself to do so, shared with her every event of his life. His birth, his childhood, the volatile relationship he had with his parents, joining Voldemort, realizing the mistake he had made in doing so and returning to Dumbledore. He had shared with her his personal journals of his time as a spy for the Order, each passage he read to her in his deep baritone voice bringing fresh tears to her eyes. The countless doses of Cruciatus, the physical torture by the other Death Eaters, the whippings, the beatings and the curses inflicted upon him. They had all taken a little piece of him and in the end sent him to an early death.
That was largely how they had spent their lives together. Snape had resigned from his position at Hogwarts the day after their marriage, but Dumbledore had insisted they stay on in Snape’s quarters. It was after all their home. He had adjusted his body clock, the little it needed to be, so that he would be awake when she was, and would sleep when she did. He had begged her for months to create him into a creature of the night so that they could share all of their experiences together, but she had refused and taken his wizards oath not to try and convince, her new family amongst the vampires to do otherwise. He had relented after some time, they and had lived an extraordinarily contented, and blissful life in each other’s company.
Hermione and Snape had spent a large amount of their time researching potions together and together had made some revolutionary discoveries. They also had worked in tandem as Official Royal Advisors to Artemis, however she had only called upon them in this capacity on a handful of occasions, knowing how much each despised being in the public arena. Under Artemis’ reign their world had continued in the much sought after peace that all had anticipated with her coronation. She had been well accepted by the population and had few reasons to ever make use of her \'Imperious\' control over her liege.
Hermione had adapted to her existence as a vampire with the same ease she had displayed with her learning as a student. Preferring not to feed off Muggles, she quenched her meager appetite on the small animals Hagrid obtained for her from the Forbidden Forest. At first the whole process repulsed her, but Snape had been gentle in his encouragement of her decision to do so and gradually it became her nature. Lilliana had become a trusted ally of the two and after much negotiation and political correctness on Artemis’ behalf, the world of magic became friends with the race of vampires for the first time in the history of the two cultures.
Their lives had made a difference to the world. Neither would be forgotten with their passing.
That final thought brought Hermione back to the present as the first change of color in the sky signified the coming dawn that would be her first in over a century and ultimately her last. She had not exposed her plans to Snape until after they had made love for the final time that night, and he had surprised her once again, by not questioning her decision. He knew from Remus Lupin what a burden immortality was and blessed the action she would take after he had gone. He himself could not imagine a life without her, and did not want her to suffer the torment she said she would experience if he forced her to promise to do so.
As the first true light of the morning crept across the sky and the wizard she had entrusted to fulfill the task required after her death approached, Hermione said her last goodbye to Snape.
“Thank you my love for everything you brought into my life. Thank you for sharing your days and nights with me, letting me ponder on through my eternal existence with you by my side. Everything you gave me so freely and everything we shared I have cherd asd as though every experience could be our last. I know you did too. You gave so much to this world and everyone within it has you to thank for the lifestyles they are now free to live. I know that you would never admit it, but even though we could not have children of our own you considered all those around you, that you worked so tirelessly to protect for so much of your life, to be your own. I also know that they saw you as a father. You were loved and respected by so very many Severus, your life had so much more, and gave so much more meaning than a thousand immortals could ever hope to achieve. You will be missed my love and remembered through the ages, not the least by me. But I will be with you soon, love. Together once more for eternity, just the two of us. Goodnight until then and know how very much I love you and that you are a part of my very soul. You have been from the time we first kissed. I love you and I shall see you soon my Sweet Prince.”
Hermione placed one final kiss against his forehead before turning and locking eyes with the wizard watching on in silent respect, nodding her appreciation of his presence and duty.
The sun finally peeked through the dense foliage of the Forbidden Forest as Hermione succumbed to the fate she had chosen. As the early morning light hit her body she became an enigma of ash, her lovers head falling to the ground softly cushioned by her remains. The contentment she had found with her decision apparent even as dust upon the ashen remains of her face. She had died regally, without fear, in stoic determinability. She was free.
The weeping wizard approached the scene honored by Hermione’s request that he fulfill her last wish. With a wave of his wand, Snape’s body ignited briefly before quickly turning to ash as well. Another wave from the wizard’s wand brought a gust of fresh spring air which picked up the remains of his life long friends, amalgamating them as one, before carrying them on its path across the grounds of Hogwarts and depositing their cinders in every corner of what had been their home for so long. From the highest tower to the bottom of the lake, they would live on together as ash and soul, bound to each other for eternity, remember forever by all…
The wizard slowly drew himself away from the lake and made a hesitant return to the castle to inform the world that its two greatest saviors had died during the night within hours of each other. It was a burden he was privileged to bear for his one time enemy and his fellow immortal. Remus Lupin for not the first time in his life cursed his eternal existence, but decided that in Hermione and Snape’s memories, he would make the most of every opportunity that presented to him….He smiled as he approached the castle and the youngest of his children, Severus, ran out meet him. In that moment he realized that he wanted to do it for himself as well.
They were still giving even though they were gone….
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Well, *sniff* that was all unexpected…
Would like to say that although this experience was draining am possibly worlds greatest masochist so I will be back in the not so distant future to do it again…I hope no one was too disappointed by the lack of graphic smut…I played with a few ideas but in the end decided that it really did not suit the style of the story…can guarantee though that future works will not be so pious…Would love feedback from everyone now that the story is complete…if you have been following this tale and never reviewed before please let me know what you feel now…I don’t bite unless requested (It costs extra…cash only)…
Kiri: I can’t say more than thank you for your kind support…All I can do to express my gratitude is to promise ridiculously praising reviews of your own work…Obviously your offer was accepted…can’t back out on me now….xxx
Daya: ahem..I think that what needs to be said between us should be kept private don’t you??..don’t want to scare anyone now do we *smirk* Thank you for you support in any case…I find myself feeling oddly bonded to you in kind of a mental, vodka induced, shared fascination of mature man and fellow owner of insane familiar-way…thanks again xxx
Tigress: you have been so loyal, I don’t know what else I can say except I love you and hope whatever God you believe in keeps you safe my sweet…eagerly waiting your next update…and all to follow…thank you xxx
Rilla: GOD”S WOMAN!!! You have GOT to calm down or you will send yourself into early labor…I hope the ending sufficed in your eyes…I am keen to read your opinion of it…thank you for your demanding encouragement…all I can do is offer the same in return…NOW GET BACK TO YOUR OWN STORIES!!!! *waves*xxx
Lady Aidil: I have never receive such constant and high praise from anyone else in my life before…I can only offer thanks and hope once more I have managed to reach your expectations…thank you again…xxx
Alia: Another who has been so loyal and encouraging…Thank you and I hope the Chinese were right..stay safe…and hope you gain just as much from any of my future work….xxx
Fish: ABOUT BLOODY TIME YOU SHOWED UP!!!….Thank you for the gift..it was delicious…as a bonus I don’t think I have ever been so clean in my life….Yes, public Alan worship can be an embarrassing thing…mostly when you throw yourself at the feet of Jason Isaccs (SP?)… by mistake while in the middle of Alan induced..ahem…climax…thank you nonetheless. xxx
Thank you all and I shall see you on the flip side…wherever that may be..
Shem xxx
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Epilogue
Hermione sat in the semi-darkness of the half-moon lit night with tears of mourning running freely down her face. He was really gone to her this time. There would be no more arguing, no more making up, and no lovemaking. He would not be coming back to offer any words of encouragement, of praise, his trademark sarcasm or endearments of love. He had died peacefully that night, his head in her lap, whispering to her all the things she already knew. She knew already all of what he had said, because he had repeated it to her twice a day, every day, for the past 126 years.
As she cradled his head and stroked his long gray hair, her tears fell upon his face, making it glisten angelically in the silver light shining down on them. She caressed him as she rocked him in her lap, forcing herself to believe that which was unbelievable. He was dead. He would not be coming back. She rested her forehead gently against his as the memories of their life swirled through her consciousness.
Snape had come in search of her after she had run from his rooms all those years ago. He had found her in the very same place by the lake that she sat now, hugging his body desperately to hers, crying as she was now, under the very same moon. He had crept up silently behind her, but her new animalistic intuition had sensed him from afar. She just wasn’t in the possession of the strength or desire to flee from him again. She had already done far too much of that. He had sat down beside her and drawn her close to him, whispering the same words he had echoed only moments ago with the last breath that had left his body.
It had been one big misunderstanding in the end. Yes indeed he had been legally bonded to an arranged marriage to Artemis, but Archibald De la Rosa had released him from the contract when he had learned of Hermione’s love for him and his devotion to her. The marriage they had been speaking of arranging was his to Hermione. That is, if she would accept. She turned to face him at his words and cringed at the pain in his eyes in obvious anticipation of her rejection. She was more than willing to save him from that anguish.
They had kissed then and he had made love to her on the grass, under the moonlight, just as they had done earlier before his strength founded completely and he lay down in her lap and slipped away from her, still pledging his eternal love for her and his joy and gratitude for having her in his life every day and every night.
They had been married on this spot two-weeks after that night. The entire population of wizards and witches seemed to be present, for Dumbledore had conveniently let \'slip\' the roles each had played in their defeat of evil from the lives of all in their community. As a wedding gift to the couple, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall has bestowed upon Hermione a permanent cosmetic aging charm, that with each year would add a line or two to her face, and soften the skin on her body so that as Snape aged, she seemed to as well. It ensured that there would be not discomfort to either party because her immortality and inability to do so naturally. It had been a gift that both considered the most thoughtful either had ever received.
Harry and Ron had surprisingly encouraged and blessed the union, and had over the years become some of Snape closest confidants. It may have taken a great deal of time and patience from all parties, but by their 6th anniversary, it had happened. Harry had married Artemis, three years after her ascension to the wizarding worlds throne. Snape had thought that it had been ironically fitting that the Boy-Who-Lived had wed the Woman-Who-Gave-Life-To-All. Harry found it equally ironic that the “Over-Grown Bat” had married a vampire for the second time in his life. Needless to say it was the subject of playful bantering between the two for many years.
Ron had decided that he would style himself as the world’s ultimate bachelor. He had not married claiming growing up in a houseful of siblings had turned him most decidedly away from domesticity. He had lived a happy, fulfilling life until, nearly 30 years ago tonight, had fallen victim to his own joviality and died of the Muggle disease AIDS. It was the one bloody disease that Snape had been unable to come up with a potion to cure. He had tried, he had spent seven straight years researching and testing, but in the end, it was all in vain. Ron hadn’t blamed Snape, not that it had eased her husband’s conscience any. All in all Hermione could safely say that the night Ron had died was the night Snape’s own health began to fail.
Really, she supposed that she should consider herself lucky that he had survived as long as he did. After they had been married he had, over the years as he could bring himself to do so, shared with her every event of his life. His birth, his childhood, the volatile relationship he had with his parents, joining Voldemort, realizing the mistake he had made in doing so and returning to Dumbledore. He had shared with her his personal journals of his time as a spy for the Order, each passage he read to her in his deep baritone voice bringing fresh tears to her eyes. The countless doses of Cruciatus, the physical torture by the other Death Eaters, the whippings, the beatings and the curses inflicted upon him. They had all taken a little piece of him and in the end sent him to an early death.
That was largely how they had spent their lives together. Snape had resigned from his position at Hogwarts the day after their marriage, but Dumbledore had insisted they stay on in Snape’s quarters. It was after all their home. He had adjusted his body clock, the little it needed to be, so that he would be awake when she was, and would sleep when she did. He had begged her for months to create him into a creature of the night so that they could share all of their experiences together, but she had refused and taken his wizards oath not to try and convince, her new family amongst the vampires to do otherwise. He had relented after some time, they and had lived an extraordinarily contented, and blissful life in each other’s company.
Hermione and Snape had spent a large amount of their time researching potions together and together had made some revolutionary discoveries. They also had worked in tandem as Official Royal Advisors to Artemis, however she had only called upon them in this capacity on a handful of occasions, knowing how much each despised being in the public arena. Under Artemis’ reign their world had continued in the much sought after peace that all had anticipated with her coronation. She had been well accepted by the population and had few reasons to ever make use of her \'Imperious\' control over her liege.
Hermione had adapted to her existence as a vampire with the same ease she had displayed with her learning as a student. Preferring not to feed off Muggles, she quenched her meager appetite on the small animals Hagrid obtained for her from the Forbidden Forest. At first the whole process repulsed her, but Snape had been gentle in his encouragement of her decision to do so and gradually it became her nature. Lilliana had become a trusted ally of the two and after much negotiation and political correctness on Artemis’ behalf, the world of magic became friends with the race of vampires for the first time in the history of the two cultures.
Their lives had made a difference to the world. Neither would be forgotten with their passing.
That final thought brought Hermione back to the present as the first change of color in the sky signified the coming dawn that would be her first in over a century and ultimately her last. She had not exposed her plans to Snape until after they had made love for the final time that night, and he had surprised her once again, by not questioning her decision. He knew from Remus Lupin what a burden immortality was and blessed the action she would take after he had gone. He himself could not imagine a life without her, and did not want her to suffer the torment she said she would experience if he forced her to promise to do so.
As the first true light of the morning crept across the sky and the wizard she had entrusted to fulfill the task required after her death approached, Hermione said her last goodbye to Snape.
“Thank you my love for everything you brought into my life. Thank you for sharing your days and nights with me, letting me ponder on through my eternal existence with you by my side. Everything you gave me so freely and everything we shared I have cherd asd as though every experience could be our last. I know you did too. You gave so much to this world and everyone within it has you to thank for the lifestyles they are now free to live. I know that you would never admit it, but even though we could not have children of our own you considered all those around you, that you worked so tirelessly to protect for so much of your life, to be your own. I also know that they saw you as a father. You were loved and respected by so very many Severus, your life had so much more, and gave so much more meaning than a thousand immortals could ever hope to achieve. You will be missed my love and remembered through the ages, not the least by me. But I will be with you soon, love. Together once more for eternity, just the two of us. Goodnight until then and know how very much I love you and that you are a part of my very soul. You have been from the time we first kissed. I love you and I shall see you soon my Sweet Prince.”
Hermione placed one final kiss against his forehead before turning and locking eyes with the wizard watching on in silent respect, nodding her appreciation of his presence and duty.
The sun finally peeked through the dense foliage of the Forbidden Forest as Hermione succumbed to the fate she had chosen. As the early morning light hit her body she became an enigma of ash, her lovers head falling to the ground softly cushioned by her remains. The contentment she had found with her decision apparent even as dust upon the ashen remains of her face. She had died regally, without fear, in stoic determinability. She was free.
The weeping wizard approached the scene honored by Hermione’s request that he fulfill her last wish. With a wave of his wand, Snape’s body ignited briefly before quickly turning to ash as well. Another wave from the wizard’s wand brought a gust of fresh spring air which picked up the remains of his life long friends, amalgamating them as one, before carrying them on its path across the grounds of Hogwarts and depositing their cinders in every corner of what had been their home for so long. From the highest tower to the bottom of the lake, they would live on together as ash and soul, bound to each other for eternity, remember forever by all…
The wizard slowly drew himself away from the lake and made a hesitant return to the castle to inform the world that its two greatest saviors had died during the night within hours of each other. It was a burden he was privileged to bear for his one time enemy and his fellow immortal. Remus Lupin for not the first time in his life cursed his eternal existence, but decided that in Hermione and Snape’s memories, he would make the most of every opportunity that presented to him….He smiled as he approached the castle and the youngest of his children, Severus, ran out meet him. In that moment he realized that he wanted to do it for himself as well.
They were still giving even though they were gone….
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Well, *sniff* that was all unexpected…
Would like to say that although this experience was draining am possibly worlds greatest masochist so I will be back in the not so distant future to do it again…I hope no one was too disappointed by the lack of graphic smut…I played with a few ideas but in the end decided that it really did not suit the style of the story…can guarantee though that future works will not be so pious…Would love feedback from everyone now that the story is complete…if you have been following this tale and never reviewed before please let me know what you feel now…I don’t bite unless requested (It costs extra…cash only)…
Kiri: I can’t say more than thank you for your kind support…All I can do to express my gratitude is to promise ridiculously praising reviews of your own work…Obviously your offer was accepted…can’t back out on me now….xxx
Daya: ahem..I think that what needs to be said between us should be kept private don’t you??..don’t want to scare anyone now do we *smirk* Thank you for you support in any case…I find myself feeling oddly bonded to you in kind of a mental, vodka induced, shared fascination of mature man and fellow owner of insane familiar-way…thanks again xxx
Tigress: you have been so loyal, I don’t know what else I can say except I love you and hope whatever God you believe in keeps you safe my sweet…eagerly waiting your next update…and all to follow…thank you xxx
Rilla: GOD”S WOMAN!!! You have GOT to calm down or you will send yourself into early labor…I hope the ending sufficed in your eyes…I am keen to read your opinion of it…thank you for your demanding encouragement…all I can do is offer the same in return…NOW GET BACK TO YOUR OWN STORIES!!!! *waves*xxx
Lady Aidil: I have never receive such constant and high praise from anyone else in my life before…I can only offer thanks and hope once more I have managed to reach your expectations…thank you again…xxx
Alia: Another who has been so loyal and encouraging…Thank you and I hope the Chinese were right..stay safe…and hope you gain just as much from any of my future work….xxx
Fish: ABOUT BLOODY TIME YOU SHOWED UP!!!….Thank you for the gift..it was delicious…as a bonus I don’t think I have ever been so clean in my life….Yes, public Alan worship can be an embarrassing thing…mostly when you throw yourself at the feet of Jason Isaccs (SP?)… by mistake while in the middle of Alan induced..ahem…climax…thank you nonetheless. xxx
Thank you all and I shall see you on the flip side…wherever that may be..
Shem xxx