Child of New Beginnings
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
35
Views:
16,880
Reviews:
74
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
12
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Chapter 30
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Chapter 30
Hermione sat against the cold tiled wall as she stared at the toilet bowl across from her in the prefects’ bathroom. She wanted—no needed to be out from the infirmary. Escaping from the pain and guilt that she had felt within her.
She should have been happy, and rejoicing. The rescue was a success. Lucius and Albus thought that something was wrong when they hadn’t arrived for dinner. They had cast the tracking spell right away, and were surprised to find out that they were within the grounds of Riddle Manor. Right away, all the Order members were called, as they prepared to rescue them.
All the Death Eaters died that night. All of them fought poorly against the Order for they weren’t ready for such an attack. They never thought that they would be found at all. They thought that all their plans were perfect which ended up in total failure. Again, Voldemort failed even if he was dead. He was never to come back again, and become the all powerful wizard that he used to be. Never again.
It had been a day since she first had regained her consciousness. Two days since they were rescued. Just right after she had blacked out, the Order had arrived thankfully.
Yes, Severus was alive, but had yet to awaken for he was in a deep coma. Poppy wasn’t sure when he would wake up or even if he would wake up at all.
The entire day yesterday, she sat next to him on his bed. She held his hand as she watched him sleep. And yet somehow, it also seemed like he was dead, and unmoving expect for his chest movements which showed that he was still breathing. Still, if he weren’t to become conscious again, it would be as if he was dead. Dead—like the first memory that came upon her when Hermione became conscious. She killed Severus.
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“How is that possible?” Hermione asked Albus as she stared at Severus’s body on the cot next to hers. “How is it possible that he is alive when I did cast the Killing Curse?”
“Love Hermione,” the old wizard answered. “You had no hate in your heart for him for you truly loved him.”
“But… if he doesn’t wake up?”
“We cannot lose hope my dear.”
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Hermione placed her head right next to Severus’s as she lay next to him. Her mouth inches away from his ear as she squeezed one of his hands with hers. Tears continued to flow out of her eyes, never stopping since the time that she had awoke. She snuggled up against him. Though part of her enjoyed his warmth and skin against hers, she needed to have him awake, and wrap his arms around her. She needed to be told that everything was okay by him—by his voice alone.
“Please wake up Severus,” she whispered into his ear. “I need you, and I can’t be without you… Sebastian needs you as well. You said you wanted forever Severus. What is forever Severus, if I can’t enjoy life with you?"
Severus was alive, but yet bordering towards death as well. Unresponsive, unmoving, and unable to speak. Hermione felt like she was watching him on his death bed. It was painful to think that she already thought that he had killed him, and yet, there was the possibility that he would slip away from her again. She blamed herself either way.
“Don’t leave me Sev… please. I can\'t be alone again,” she pleaded. “I love you.”
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Hermione couldn’t stand being in the infirmary anymore. She couldn’t stand watching Severus just lay there on the cot. She needed to hear him talk back at her, and hold her hand in return. Even though he was there, she felt so alone and lost.
Depressed is what Hermione was. Very depressed and guilty over everything. She barely talked to others, and had only held onto Sebastian once. She couldn’t even bare to look at him because it hurt. It was her hand that poisoned her son. Her hand that had harmed him. Maybe if she took different paths in life and made different decisions, things would have not gotten this bad.
“Hermione?” Lucius’s voice interrupted her thoughts as he walked into the bathroom.
Hermione didn’t look at him and just stared ahead of her.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he said as he knelt down in front of her. “Your nose is bleeding.” He pulled out a handkerchief and placed it against her nose, holding it firmly. “Is your head hurting again? You weren’t supposed to even leave the infirmary.”
Then, Hermione started to feel the pain in her head. If her head hurt badly, then her nose bled. It was one of the side effects of being held under the Imperius curse and fighting it too long. Eventually over time, the migraines would stop along with the nose bleeds. Hermione was too deep in thought to notice either of the two since she had entered the bathroom.
“I must get you back into the infirmary,” he stated. He moved a bit, and was about to lift her in his arms.
“No,” Hermione said softly, pushing on his chest. “I can’t go back in there.”
Lucius frowned. “Why?”
Hermione shook her head and sobbed. “I can’t see him like that, knowing that I was the cause of it. It’s all my fault!”
“Look at me Hermione,” Lucius said sternly as he tried to cup her face with his hand. When she tried to turn away, he forced her to look at him. “It’s not your fault.”
“It is!” Hermione cried. “I was the one that cast the Killing curse! I was even the one that poisoned Sebastian. I was too weak to fight the fucking Imperius. It’s my fault!”
“Hermione…” Lucius said her name as he pulled her into an embrace, trying to calm her. He understood how she felt, but it definitely wasn’t her fault. “Don’t blame yourself.”
“He said we would be a family, and that we would marry. He said he wanted forever, and so do I. Lucius… I love him!”
“I know you do Love,” he said softly against her brow as he rocked her in his lap and arms.
“What am I going to do if he doesn’t wake up? What am I going to do?!” she cried into his neck. Hermione felt so lost, and she didn’t want to feel alone, not when she already had found the love of her life. He couldn’t slip away.
Lucius couldn’t answer as he himself was brought into tears. He didn’t know what to say or how to answer. He prayed, wished and hoped that Severus would wake up soon for his friend’s sake, and for his godson’s sake. The three of them did deserve to have all the happiness in the world after everything they had been through.
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Lucius walked into the dark infirmary after just leaving Hermione’s chambers. He stayed with her the entire time until she finally succumbed to sleep after taking a dosage of a sleeping draught. Hermione was too distraught and into her thoughts that she couldn’t even care for herself. Narcissa had stayed to watch over both her and Sebastian, until he would return.
Severus’s body and complexion looked paler than usual. Still, there was no improvement with his vitals.
Lucius sat himself down on the chair as he took hold on Severus’s hand. “You have to wake up soon brother,” he spoke. “Hermione needs you. I’ve never seen her in such a state. If you do actually… die… I just can’t imagine. It will break her.”
There, Lucius stayed as tears started to streak down his cheeks. He promised himself that he would always care for Hermione and Sebastian no matter what. If Severus did die though, it worried him. He knew that Hermione would probably never pull out of her state, no matter how much he would help and support her. It wouldn’t be like before. Most of all, he didn’t want to lose his best friend either.
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AN – Did you really think I was going to let Severus die? No way! This story will have a happy ending, promise. Tears, tears and more tears… Review please. As always, I appreciate every single one of them.
Chapter 30
Hermione sat against the cold tiled wall as she stared at the toilet bowl across from her in the prefects’ bathroom. She wanted—no needed to be out from the infirmary. Escaping from the pain and guilt that she had felt within her.
She should have been happy, and rejoicing. The rescue was a success. Lucius and Albus thought that something was wrong when they hadn’t arrived for dinner. They had cast the tracking spell right away, and were surprised to find out that they were within the grounds of Riddle Manor. Right away, all the Order members were called, as they prepared to rescue them.
All the Death Eaters died that night. All of them fought poorly against the Order for they weren’t ready for such an attack. They never thought that they would be found at all. They thought that all their plans were perfect which ended up in total failure. Again, Voldemort failed even if he was dead. He was never to come back again, and become the all powerful wizard that he used to be. Never again.
It had been a day since she first had regained her consciousness. Two days since they were rescued. Just right after she had blacked out, the Order had arrived thankfully.
Yes, Severus was alive, but had yet to awaken for he was in a deep coma. Poppy wasn’t sure when he would wake up or even if he would wake up at all.
The entire day yesterday, she sat next to him on his bed. She held his hand as she watched him sleep. And yet somehow, it also seemed like he was dead, and unmoving expect for his chest movements which showed that he was still breathing. Still, if he weren’t to become conscious again, it would be as if he was dead. Dead—like the first memory that came upon her when Hermione became conscious. She killed Severus.
---
“How is that possible?” Hermione asked Albus as she stared at Severus’s body on the cot next to hers. “How is it possible that he is alive when I did cast the Killing Curse?”
“Love Hermione,” the old wizard answered. “You had no hate in your heart for him for you truly loved him.”
“But… if he doesn’t wake up?”
“We cannot lose hope my dear.”
---
Hermione placed her head right next to Severus’s as she lay next to him. Her mouth inches away from his ear as she squeezed one of his hands with hers. Tears continued to flow out of her eyes, never stopping since the time that she had awoke. She snuggled up against him. Though part of her enjoyed his warmth and skin against hers, she needed to have him awake, and wrap his arms around her. She needed to be told that everything was okay by him—by his voice alone.
“Please wake up Severus,” she whispered into his ear. “I need you, and I can’t be without you… Sebastian needs you as well. You said you wanted forever Severus. What is forever Severus, if I can’t enjoy life with you?"
Severus was alive, but yet bordering towards death as well. Unresponsive, unmoving, and unable to speak. Hermione felt like she was watching him on his death bed. It was painful to think that she already thought that he had killed him, and yet, there was the possibility that he would slip away from her again. She blamed herself either way.
“Don’t leave me Sev… please. I can\'t be alone again,” she pleaded. “I love you.”
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Hermione couldn’t stand being in the infirmary anymore. She couldn’t stand watching Severus just lay there on the cot. She needed to hear him talk back at her, and hold her hand in return. Even though he was there, she felt so alone and lost.
Depressed is what Hermione was. Very depressed and guilty over everything. She barely talked to others, and had only held onto Sebastian once. She couldn’t even bare to look at him because it hurt. It was her hand that poisoned her son. Her hand that had harmed him. Maybe if she took different paths in life and made different decisions, things would have not gotten this bad.
“Hermione?” Lucius’s voice interrupted her thoughts as he walked into the bathroom.
Hermione didn’t look at him and just stared ahead of her.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he said as he knelt down in front of her. “Your nose is bleeding.” He pulled out a handkerchief and placed it against her nose, holding it firmly. “Is your head hurting again? You weren’t supposed to even leave the infirmary.”
Then, Hermione started to feel the pain in her head. If her head hurt badly, then her nose bled. It was one of the side effects of being held under the Imperius curse and fighting it too long. Eventually over time, the migraines would stop along with the nose bleeds. Hermione was too deep in thought to notice either of the two since she had entered the bathroom.
“I must get you back into the infirmary,” he stated. He moved a bit, and was about to lift her in his arms.
“No,” Hermione said softly, pushing on his chest. “I can’t go back in there.”
Lucius frowned. “Why?”
Hermione shook her head and sobbed. “I can’t see him like that, knowing that I was the cause of it. It’s all my fault!”
“Look at me Hermione,” Lucius said sternly as he tried to cup her face with his hand. When she tried to turn away, he forced her to look at him. “It’s not your fault.”
“It is!” Hermione cried. “I was the one that cast the Killing curse! I was even the one that poisoned Sebastian. I was too weak to fight the fucking Imperius. It’s my fault!”
“Hermione…” Lucius said her name as he pulled her into an embrace, trying to calm her. He understood how she felt, but it definitely wasn’t her fault. “Don’t blame yourself.”
“He said we would be a family, and that we would marry. He said he wanted forever, and so do I. Lucius… I love him!”
“I know you do Love,” he said softly against her brow as he rocked her in his lap and arms.
“What am I going to do if he doesn’t wake up? What am I going to do?!” she cried into his neck. Hermione felt so lost, and she didn’t want to feel alone, not when she already had found the love of her life. He couldn’t slip away.
Lucius couldn’t answer as he himself was brought into tears. He didn’t know what to say or how to answer. He prayed, wished and hoped that Severus would wake up soon for his friend’s sake, and for his godson’s sake. The three of them did deserve to have all the happiness in the world after everything they had been through.
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Lucius walked into the dark infirmary after just leaving Hermione’s chambers. He stayed with her the entire time until she finally succumbed to sleep after taking a dosage of a sleeping draught. Hermione was too distraught and into her thoughts that she couldn’t even care for herself. Narcissa had stayed to watch over both her and Sebastian, until he would return.
Severus’s body and complexion looked paler than usual. Still, there was no improvement with his vitals.
Lucius sat himself down on the chair as he took hold on Severus’s hand. “You have to wake up soon brother,” he spoke. “Hermione needs you. I’ve never seen her in such a state. If you do actually… die… I just can’t imagine. It will break her.”
There, Lucius stayed as tears started to streak down his cheeks. He promised himself that he would always care for Hermione and Sebastian no matter what. If Severus did die though, it worried him. He knew that Hermione would probably never pull out of her state, no matter how much he would help and support her. It wouldn’t be like before. Most of all, he didn’t want to lose his best friend either.
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AN – Did you really think I was going to let Severus die? No way! This story will have a happy ending, promise. Tears, tears and more tears… Review please. As always, I appreciate every single one of them.