Life Begins Anew
folder
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
89
Views:
20,120
Reviews:
48
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
89
Views:
20,120
Reviews:
48
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry potter series by JK Rowling and make no money from writing this story.
Chap 3 Traitor
The witch pulled down the hood of her midnight blue robes and removed her mask while walking up the path to her manor. The week was horrible. She had been near death for two of those days, while bowing at the feet of the dark lord for her “initiation”. Still the meeting with Professor Snape at the gates of Howarts went most satisfactorily. Her plan was going to be successful and she was going to finally be free!
She unwarded the door and stepped inside, nearly collapsing.
“Mistress, is that you?” called Hades.
Hades was her familiar. A very special familiar as he can talk when he chooses. He can also change form, which is unheard of in the magical community. It should be, for Hades was DEATH’S familiar.
“Yes Hades” She drawled. “When have I ever failed to return back to you?”
Hades walked in.
“Ah, decided to go human have you?”
“Ewwww” screeched Hades. “I would so miss my carrion. For one in need of my services, keep your mocking to a minimum. At least I remembered clothes this time.” He smugly said.
Hades almost always transfigured himself into an actor. The mistress would usually ask who it was, and then ask for a peek. She would then determine if the actor deserved to be on the To Shag list. The witch slumped down against the wall. No remark at all. The witch was unwell.
Hades gently picked up the witch and walked to her bedroom entrance. “Mistress, your wards.” She groggily rose up an arm and made a motion.
Hades laid her on the bed and glanced at the phials and salves on the bedside table. As Hades had no magic to mend bones, he ignored those injuries. His mistress was very specific on the order to drink these potions. He sat her up and started forcing them down. She started coughing up blood and Hades gently wiped it away.
“Oh Mistress,” he lamented “This is the worst I have seen you in almost 500 years.” He got in bed and lay down beside her and began his vigil of waiting. It pained him greatly to see the shape she was in.
She began drifting in and out of consciousness. Being run through by a broadsword while in the Battle of Hastings. Gut shot after cattle rustlers stole the heard. The hell of trench warfare in 1918, “over the top” running ahead, and then nothing. On a burning, sinking battleship, unable to get out on deck, and many, many more of her deaths. She hazily came to. “How long was I out?”
“Two days” replied Hades.
“Shit” she muttered.
Hades smiled. “Back to the land of the living I see.”
“Hades, if you think hours of reliving every time you died, you would be happy with living, and not continuously “dying”.” I even relived the many times that I have “died” from being gut shot.” She shuddered. “Definitely not in my “Top Ten Ways to Depart “ list!”
Hades chuckled. He remembered how his master discovered that particular death and used it effectively during her training when she felt a little defiant. He wondered how she remained sane. She was presented to them at such a young age. Even humans over 100 years old feared death. Many do not accept it until the very end. Some do not accept it at all, those people ended up in the worst after-life.
Hades removed the robe and critically looked her over. Her color was good, not counting the severe bruising. He applied the healing salves all over her body. The witch sighed as she felt the aches in her muscles begin to fade. Still, only the broken bones left to deal with. Hades nodded. She will have to heal the bones herself.
Hades looked down upon her. “I’ve done all that I can do for you. It’s time for your foolish wand waving” Hades inwardly smiled. He knew it drove the witch near crazy to hear him refer to magic, or her wand like that. “I’ll draw you a bath before I go. I’m getting hungry and this human form is nauseating.”
She laughed and started waving her wand over her as she felt her bones snap into place. She had not realized how badly broken she was. As she felt the last shattered bone repair itself, unbearable blinding pain surged through her body, causing her to once again slip out of consciousness.
When she once again came to, she rose and walked to the awaiting bath. As she eased herself into the water, she reflected back to the events that changed her life, for she was part of a prophecy that was made many hundreds of years ago. Closing her eyes she sighed “Prophecy…..” Her thoughts reflecting back…..
She unwarded the door and stepped inside, nearly collapsing.
“Mistress, is that you?” called Hades.
Hades was her familiar. A very special familiar as he can talk when he chooses. He can also change form, which is unheard of in the magical community. It should be, for Hades was DEATH’S familiar.
“Yes Hades” She drawled. “When have I ever failed to return back to you?”
Hades walked in.
“Ah, decided to go human have you?”
“Ewwww” screeched Hades. “I would so miss my carrion. For one in need of my services, keep your mocking to a minimum. At least I remembered clothes this time.” He smugly said.
Hades almost always transfigured himself into an actor. The mistress would usually ask who it was, and then ask for a peek. She would then determine if the actor deserved to be on the To Shag list. The witch slumped down against the wall. No remark at all. The witch was unwell.
Hades gently picked up the witch and walked to her bedroom entrance. “Mistress, your wards.” She groggily rose up an arm and made a motion.
Hades laid her on the bed and glanced at the phials and salves on the bedside table. As Hades had no magic to mend bones, he ignored those injuries. His mistress was very specific on the order to drink these potions. He sat her up and started forcing them down. She started coughing up blood and Hades gently wiped it away.
“Oh Mistress,” he lamented “This is the worst I have seen you in almost 500 years.” He got in bed and lay down beside her and began his vigil of waiting. It pained him greatly to see the shape she was in.
She began drifting in and out of consciousness. Being run through by a broadsword while in the Battle of Hastings. Gut shot after cattle rustlers stole the heard. The hell of trench warfare in 1918, “over the top” running ahead, and then nothing. On a burning, sinking battleship, unable to get out on deck, and many, many more of her deaths. She hazily came to. “How long was I out?”
“Two days” replied Hades.
“Shit” she muttered.
Hades smiled. “Back to the land of the living I see.”
“Hades, if you think hours of reliving every time you died, you would be happy with living, and not continuously “dying”.” I even relived the many times that I have “died” from being gut shot.” She shuddered. “Definitely not in my “Top Ten Ways to Depart “ list!”
Hades chuckled. He remembered how his master discovered that particular death and used it effectively during her training when she felt a little defiant. He wondered how she remained sane. She was presented to them at such a young age. Even humans over 100 years old feared death. Many do not accept it until the very end. Some do not accept it at all, those people ended up in the worst after-life.
Hades removed the robe and critically looked her over. Her color was good, not counting the severe bruising. He applied the healing salves all over her body. The witch sighed as she felt the aches in her muscles begin to fade. Still, only the broken bones left to deal with. Hades nodded. She will have to heal the bones herself.
Hades looked down upon her. “I’ve done all that I can do for you. It’s time for your foolish wand waving” Hades inwardly smiled. He knew it drove the witch near crazy to hear him refer to magic, or her wand like that. “I’ll draw you a bath before I go. I’m getting hungry and this human form is nauseating.”
She laughed and started waving her wand over her as she felt her bones snap into place. She had not realized how badly broken she was. As she felt the last shattered bone repair itself, unbearable blinding pain surged through her body, causing her to once again slip out of consciousness.
When she once again came to, she rose and walked to the awaiting bath. As she eased herself into the water, she reflected back to the events that changed her life, for she was part of a prophecy that was made many hundreds of years ago. Closing her eyes she sighed “Prophecy…..” Her thoughts reflecting back…..