The Guardian of Slytherin
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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25
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18,388
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126
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Chapter Four
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Chapter Four
Rabastan LeStrange strolled into the bedchamber much like he did every room he entered—like he owned it. He walked over to the girl who was sleeping restlessly in the bed. What had those self-centered bastards done to hurt her, he wondered. He took her into his arms, waking her from what must have been a nightmare.
“Rabastan?” she whispered hoarsely.
“Yes, little love, it’s me,” he murmured.
“Am I ugly?”
“No. Never.”
Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed her face into his neck. “Am I a cold bitch or frigid?”
“What?” He pulled back, making her look him in the eyes. “I will have the whole of it, witch. Now.”
He eventually had to use his legilimency skills to find out what had happened, as Hermione was too tired to deal with the overwhelming emotions she was experiencing and folded in on herself at that moment. Rabastan, on the other hand, was ready to hunt those idiots down for what the little witch was going through. Quietly he was able to get a house elf to get her a dreamless sleep, allowing her a true rest for the first time in two weeks.
Rabastan exited the room, snapping to Regulus, “Why wasn’t I called sooner?”
Letting out a weary sigh, the other wizard said, “I was only allowed to get away from her five minutes before I called you. And as for trying to get her to take a calming draft or dreamless sleep, I couldn’t even get her to drink water!”
“I poured dreamless sleep down her throat,” he told the other wizard. “But not before going through her memory as to what happened.” A porcelain urn shattered off to the side in a display of wandless magic that Rabastan was usually able to control. “Those fucking little bastards. I will see them crushed!”
“Fine,” Regulus said with a casualness that had LeStrange glaring at him. “Let’s crush the savior of the wizarding world and while we are at it do the very same to his two lovers all without getting caught by the aurors who are now hunting down every death eater still supposedly alive.” He shook his head slowly. “I don’t see that going well for anyone.”
“Then what are we supposed to do?” Rabastan asked of his lover. “This cannot stand!”
“We call the others, plan, and whatever else happens…” He leaned forward and muttered, “We do our jobs.”
***
Harry paced in his sitting room, the fire whiskey spilling about from his glass even as he became more and more drunk. Why had he done it, he asked himself. How had this mess started at all? Didn’t he deserve to be happy for once? Anger rippled through him as he tried yet again to justify the triad to at least himself.
But at what price, he scolded himself not for the first time.
“Harry…”
He spun on Ginny. “Get out.”
“But…”
“I said, leave!” he roared.
“Harry, I’ll always be here for you,” she told him. “I-I told you that! I’ve wanted you for so long.” Ginny tried to approach him only to have him stepping away from her.
“You wanted me, you got me. This is me angry and wanting to be alone.” He took a drink, but ended up throwing the glass and shattering it against the stonewall. “Now leave.”
“If this is about Hermione, you’re better off without her,” Ginny told him stiffly. “I bet she was a lousy lay.”
“What?” He charged over to her and snapped, “She wasn’t my lover, you insecure bitch. She was my sister! A sister you never felt you could equal.”
Ginny stood shaking with the emotion she was feeling, muttering, “I’m just as good as she is.”
“Really?” he asked, sounding so disbelieving as to be sarcastic. “Where were you when I needed you in sixth year? Under whatever boy who would have you, that’s where.” When Ginny didn’t answer, he went on with, “And how did you help out finding the horcruxes?”
“I was in school,” she whispered hotly. “I wasn’t permitted to run about the country side playing hero!”
“That’s the trouble, Gin. Hermione didn’t play at anything. And that is but one of a million reasons you hate her,” he replied bitterly.
“That’s the drink talking,” she said, trying as she might not to weep.
“No, it isn’t,” Harry breathed. “It’s the truth. Now leave me alone. I have to think.”
He was still trying to think of ways to fix what had happened when he heard the front door slam shut.
***
“I thought I might find you here,” Draco spoke to his uncle as he exited the floo. “Lucky for me there’s still a connection between my house and here, least it would take more than a week to reach this place.”
Rabastan stared at him a moment. “So you’re the only one that knows about the connection?”
Rolling his eyes, Draco replied, “My father may very well know about it. But seeing as he’s busy trying to find Granger for Potter, showing up here is the last thing he wants to do.”
“Mmm, you don’t say?” he asked casually. “Then why would you come here?”
“I was hoping you could help me out with some blunt,” he told him honestly.
He sneered at his nephew, telling him, “I’m on the lamb from aurors and you are coming to me for money?”
“Between my father and mother, I haven’t a way to get a knut to my name. What else was I supposed to do? Get a job? Please! I’m a Malfoy. We haven’t been gainfully employed for more generations than I care to think of.”
There was a slight noise off in one of the nearby rooms that called the younger wizard’s attention. “What was that?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you have a look?”
Draco looked over to Rabastan. “Are you kidding me?”
“Take heart, young Malfoy,” he said as he walked him over to the room in question. “It’ll only hurt for a second.” Before Draco knew it, he was thrown in and the door shut firmly behind him.
“Do you think that was a wise idea?” Regulus inquired joining him at the door even as Draco screamed from within the room to let him out.
“No, but it’ll get her mind off her problems if only for the time being,” LeStrange answered. “Besides, the boy may very well come out of this better than he went in.” Draco let out a scream, but this time in pure terror. “That’s if he lives through it.”
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A cliffhanger! What kind of evil woman am I? The kind that leaves you wondering, HA! Write and let me know what you think is going on here! Thanks for reading and have an amazing day.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
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Chapter Four
Rabastan LeStrange strolled into the bedchamber much like he did every room he entered—like he owned it. He walked over to the girl who was sleeping restlessly in the bed. What had those self-centered bastards done to hurt her, he wondered. He took her into his arms, waking her from what must have been a nightmare.
“Rabastan?” she whispered hoarsely.
“Yes, little love, it’s me,” he murmured.
“Am I ugly?”
“No. Never.”
Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed her face into his neck. “Am I a cold bitch or frigid?”
“What?” He pulled back, making her look him in the eyes. “I will have the whole of it, witch. Now.”
He eventually had to use his legilimency skills to find out what had happened, as Hermione was too tired to deal with the overwhelming emotions she was experiencing and folded in on herself at that moment. Rabastan, on the other hand, was ready to hunt those idiots down for what the little witch was going through. Quietly he was able to get a house elf to get her a dreamless sleep, allowing her a true rest for the first time in two weeks.
Rabastan exited the room, snapping to Regulus, “Why wasn’t I called sooner?”
Letting out a weary sigh, the other wizard said, “I was only allowed to get away from her five minutes before I called you. And as for trying to get her to take a calming draft or dreamless sleep, I couldn’t even get her to drink water!”
“I poured dreamless sleep down her throat,” he told the other wizard. “But not before going through her memory as to what happened.” A porcelain urn shattered off to the side in a display of wandless magic that Rabastan was usually able to control. “Those fucking little bastards. I will see them crushed!”
“Fine,” Regulus said with a casualness that had LeStrange glaring at him. “Let’s crush the savior of the wizarding world and while we are at it do the very same to his two lovers all without getting caught by the aurors who are now hunting down every death eater still supposedly alive.” He shook his head slowly. “I don’t see that going well for anyone.”
“Then what are we supposed to do?” Rabastan asked of his lover. “This cannot stand!”
“We call the others, plan, and whatever else happens…” He leaned forward and muttered, “We do our jobs.”
***
Harry paced in his sitting room, the fire whiskey spilling about from his glass even as he became more and more drunk. Why had he done it, he asked himself. How had this mess started at all? Didn’t he deserve to be happy for once? Anger rippled through him as he tried yet again to justify the triad to at least himself.
But at what price, he scolded himself not for the first time.
“Harry…”
He spun on Ginny. “Get out.”
“But…”
“I said, leave!” he roared.
“Harry, I’ll always be here for you,” she told him. “I-I told you that! I’ve wanted you for so long.” Ginny tried to approach him only to have him stepping away from her.
“You wanted me, you got me. This is me angry and wanting to be alone.” He took a drink, but ended up throwing the glass and shattering it against the stonewall. “Now leave.”
“If this is about Hermione, you’re better off without her,” Ginny told him stiffly. “I bet she was a lousy lay.”
“What?” He charged over to her and snapped, “She wasn’t my lover, you insecure bitch. She was my sister! A sister you never felt you could equal.”
Ginny stood shaking with the emotion she was feeling, muttering, “I’m just as good as she is.”
“Really?” he asked, sounding so disbelieving as to be sarcastic. “Where were you when I needed you in sixth year? Under whatever boy who would have you, that’s where.” When Ginny didn’t answer, he went on with, “And how did you help out finding the horcruxes?”
“I was in school,” she whispered hotly. “I wasn’t permitted to run about the country side playing hero!”
“That’s the trouble, Gin. Hermione didn’t play at anything. And that is but one of a million reasons you hate her,” he replied bitterly.
“That’s the drink talking,” she said, trying as she might not to weep.
“No, it isn’t,” Harry breathed. “It’s the truth. Now leave me alone. I have to think.”
He was still trying to think of ways to fix what had happened when he heard the front door slam shut.
***
“I thought I might find you here,” Draco spoke to his uncle as he exited the floo. “Lucky for me there’s still a connection between my house and here, least it would take more than a week to reach this place.”
Rabastan stared at him a moment. “So you’re the only one that knows about the connection?”
Rolling his eyes, Draco replied, “My father may very well know about it. But seeing as he’s busy trying to find Granger for Potter, showing up here is the last thing he wants to do.”
“Mmm, you don’t say?” he asked casually. “Then why would you come here?”
“I was hoping you could help me out with some blunt,” he told him honestly.
He sneered at his nephew, telling him, “I’m on the lamb from aurors and you are coming to me for money?”
“Between my father and mother, I haven’t a way to get a knut to my name. What else was I supposed to do? Get a job? Please! I’m a Malfoy. We haven’t been gainfully employed for more generations than I care to think of.”
There was a slight noise off in one of the nearby rooms that called the younger wizard’s attention. “What was that?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you have a look?”
Draco looked over to Rabastan. “Are you kidding me?”
“Take heart, young Malfoy,” he said as he walked him over to the room in question. “It’ll only hurt for a second.” Before Draco knew it, he was thrown in and the door shut firmly behind him.
“Do you think that was a wise idea?” Regulus inquired joining him at the door even as Draco screamed from within the room to let him out.
“No, but it’ll get her mind off her problems if only for the time being,” LeStrange answered. “Besides, the boy may very well come out of this better than he went in.” Draco let out a scream, but this time in pure terror. “That’s if he lives through it.”
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A cliffhanger! What kind of evil woman am I? The kind that leaves you wondering, HA! Write and let me know what you think is going on here! Thanks for reading and have an amazing day.