Time lost. ...EPILOGUE UP!

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Oh... angst and all warnings. Dark chapter.













The seventh year passed slowly for Severus Snape. Hogwarts was as close to a nightmare as ever. Snape could do very little to protect the Muggleborns and other students from the Carrow’s frightening reign. The Carrow’s out of self-preservation stayed out of Snape’s way most of the time. Among the Deatheater he was considered to be Voldemort’s right hand man. A cruel and remorseless killer with carte blanche as far as the Dark Lord was concerned.



Considering the dark nature of his work, Snape deposited the memory of that day with Granger in his penseive. Dangerous thoughts like that could get a wizard killed easily in this day and age.



Snape watched the progress of the Trio avidly through his scrying scope and was relieved to see they primarily were safe most of the time.



That is until Fenrir Greyback captured them.



Snape felt his heart leap into his throat at the image being projected. From the surroundings he could tell they were at Malfoy’s mansion. Bloody Great, Bellatrix was there. The crazy bint was a psychopath and they had the sword with them.



Snape ran out of Hogwarts beyond the gates. Snape Apparated to Malfoy’s mansion in the midst of chaos.



Narcissa blinked as Snape suddenly appeared besides her. “ Severus! What timing! We may have found Harry Potter. Thank God. Draco is unsure if it’s him or not.”



Snape followed Narcissa to the drawing room. Potter, with a jinx distorting his features, was sprawled on the floor next to Granger and Weasley. Other prisoners were also there but Snape ignored them.



“ What’s this Lucius? Have we found Potter then?” Snape drawled out and Harry stared at him fearfully, shrinking back as Snape advanced.



Hermione shook in fear as Snape entered and Draco gratefully stepped back from the examination. Fenrir held onto the boy tightly with a yellow-clawed hand. Saliva dripped from his mouth as he panted, shooting a look to Snape.



“ What did you do to him? Why is in his this state?” Lucius asked Greyback.



“That wasn’t us.” Greyback shifted slightly in annoyance.



Snape narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. “ Well you had better be sure before you summon the Dark Lord, Lucius. Remember what he did to Rowle and Dolohov?”



“What about the Mudblood, then?” growled Greyback. Greyback moved to Hermione and he slid his clawed hand over her belly, lightly scratching at her t-shirt. Hermione was shaking in fear as she felt Fenrir’s rank breath on her neck. Fenrir sniffed her hair and growled in anticipation.



Snape purposefully stared at Weasley for a moment, his black gaze glittering. Lucius followed his gaze and shouted. “ Isn’t that the Weasley boy… What’s his name, Draco?”



Draco looked like he wanted to vomit. “ Yeah, it could be.”



Snape pushed Draco aside as Bellatrix walked in. “ What is this? What’s happened Cissy?”



Bellatrix stared hard at Hermione and her voice grew quiet. Her eyes lit up frighteningly. “ But surely… this is the Mudblood girl? This is Granger?”



“Yes, yes it’s Granger!” cried Lucius. “and besides her we think we’ve caught Potter at last!”



Bellatrix spotted something off in the distance. She strode forward and stupefied all the men with ease before turning on Greyback. “ Where did you get this sword?” she whispered.



Greyback snarled. “ It was in their tent.”



Bellatrix froze. “ Do not call the Dark Lord, we may all perish. I have to be sure.”



Snape knew what the sword meant to the Dark Lord and he slowly backed away from Bellatrix to remain out of her purview. The fanatical witch had not spotted him yet.



Snape began to leave the scene to consider what to do next when words were spoken that froze the blood in his viens.



“Take the prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback. Except for the Mudblood.” Bellatrix yelled out sharply.



Greyback growled in pleasure. Hermione shifted against the werewolf and Greyback laughed, dragging his tongue across her neck. Hermione shuddered in disgust while the two boys screamed.



Beallatrix smacked Ron. “ Don’t worry blood traitor. If she dies in questioning, I’ll take you next.”



Bellatrix reached down and grabbed Hermione by the hair and dragged her out of their sight.



Snape followed her and Ron and Harry stared death looks at him the whole way.



“Bellatrix…” Snape murmured.



Bellatrix turned and faced Severus. “Snape.”



Bellatrix nodded to him and titled her head. Her eyes alight with fire of madness before blanketing into cordiality. Bellatrix ripped a handful of Granger’s hair out while turning her dirty tear stained face to meet his own. Hermione shrank back at his presence, betrayal etched into her features.



“You can help me Severus, help me cut up the Mudblood. She knows something about the sword. You know what that means.” Her crazy eyes lowered to his cold, black ones. “ You helped my sister once. Help me. Get the information from the filthy Mudblood.”



Bellatrix tone was childishly pleading. Her terror at the Dark Lord finding she misplaced his sword was evident. If Severus failed to get the information from Granger, Bella could simply blame him.



Snape was no fool but he could feel his heart pounding in fear of what Bella would do. Snape closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “ Bella…”



Bellatrix snapped at his obvious reluctance and she leveled her wand on Hermione. “ Crucio!”



Hermione spasmed in pain and screamed suddenly, startlingly. Snape was suddenly transported back to another time. Watching Hermione being Crucio’ed and he shuddered.



Bellatrix mistook it for pleasure and she ran a hand over his shoulder. “Mmmmm you like watching the filthy Mudblood scream. Don’t you? Crucio!!”



Hermione’s eyes were streaming tears and she recoiled in a ball in agonizing pain when hit with the Curse again. Snape snapped suddenly and grabbed Bellatrix’s wand.



“HOW can the girl answer you if she unable to speak from pain? Temper yourself, Bella!” Snape shouted in disgust.



“Tell us Granger. Where did you get that sword?” Snape sneered and jabbed the wand at Hermione.



“Yes, How did you get into my vault?” Bella screamed in her face.



Hermione cried and hugged herself on the floor saying nothing. Snape feeling weary into the bottom of his soul, pointed the wand at Hermione. “ Crucio!”



Hermione felt two things when he did that.



First, the world was falling apart. Her Potions Master was torturing her. The same man she had always had a crush on. And second, she heard a voice in her head. SCREAM!”



Hermione screamed from the command. Hermione waited for the bone wracking pain to come, but it never did. Nothing happened from the curse. Hermione’s eyes widened involuntarily.



Snape saw that Hermione was about to give away that she was not in pain. Snape reached over and slapped her face hard, feeling sick inside from the contact.



Hermione’s neck snapped back from the force.



Snape sneered down at her. “ Tell her what she wants to know!” Snape’s silky voice commanded.



Hermione sobbed. “ It is a copy! Its not real!”



Hermione twisted from residual pain, but her mind was reeling in shock. Snape just faked a Crucio curse in front of a Death Eater. Was he mad? Why would he do that?



Snape stared hard at her and then looked at Bellatrix. “It is easy enough to find out. Get the Goblin down here.”



Bellatrix nodded anxiously at him and fled the room. Snape stared hard at Hermione who was openly crying in pain from the Crucio’s that Bella had cast.



Snape had to summon all his strength not to gather the sobbing girl in his arms. Snape coldly looked down at her. God, she would never forgive him for this.



Fenrir stepped into the room and circled Hermione slowly. “Bella says I can get a bite or two.”



Hermione dragged herself into a sitting position, shuddering openly as she scooted back from Fenrir. Her eyes shattered what little resolve Snape had left.



Snape panicked suddenly. “ Not before me.”



Fenrir blinked his yellowed eyes at Snape in surprise. “You don’t seem the type, Snape.”



Snape reached down and entangled his hand through Hermione’s hair, dragging her to her feet. His hand slowly slid down to cup between her legs. The heat from his hand warmed her and she felt to her greatest shame, her body responding. Snape seemed slow and purposeful. Hermione cried out and tried to move away from his hand.



Snape’s cold matter-of-fact tone froze the blood in her veins. “Why do you think I work at a school, you imbecilic dog?”



Fenrir licked his lips as Hermione squirmed, a blush covering her cheeks at Snape’s intimate movement. Tears trembled on her cheeks and her eyes were closed tightly shut. As though if she could not see them, somehow, the two men salivating over her would be gone. Snape stood behind her and lifted her hair. He sniffed her neck before lowering his mouth to the pounding pulse there.



Fenrir growled deep in his throat. “That little cub cab be shared, Snape. I can smell her arousal. She’sssssss perfect. A juicy bite.”



Snape felt disgusted with himself at the excitement he felt from the idea that his touch aroused her.



Hermione’s anguished and shamed face turned to him and she pleaded brokenly. Her voice hoarse from her screams.



“ Please, please Professor Snape, have mercy on me.”



Hermione’s broken sobbing made Snape feel very far away from the scene in front of him. Snape shuddered slowly as though trying to wake up from a nightmare.



Snape turned suddenly and cast a hex, blasting Hermione unconscious.



Fenrir looked startled at him. “ What did ya do that for?”



Snape shrugged elegantly and pocketed Bella’s wand. “I’ve always disliked Granger. Insufferable know-it-all. It felt good to finally hex her. Besides, Bella will need to finish interrogating her. We can’t have any real fun.”



Fenrir narrowed his eyes suspiciously before a crash was heard outside the room. The two men went to investigate the noise.



Snape was engaged in battle soon enough, but he caught Weasley rescuing Hermione and he sighed in relief. She was safe enough. Although the Gods know, she will never forgive him for today.



Severus drank himself into a stupor that night, playing his memories in a penseive, over and over. Watching his Hermione until he fell into what many would consider a merciful sleep.





Severus Snape may have seen the last of Hermione Granger.







TBC!







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Reirei.