The Only Thing Worth Fighting For
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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17
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10,722
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54
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Realizations Start to Sink In
Chapter 5 Realizations Start to Sink In
A/N thx to everyone who reviewed. I got the problem fixed with accidentally posting parts of other chapters when I add a new one. However to the subject of a beta which was mentioned in a review I would rather not have one as this is the first fic I have written in years and I am not sure of how often I will update or how often my muse will talk cus she's been quiet for quite a long while.
Granger Residence
Hermione was lying on the floor in her kitchen when the doorbell rang. She could barely hear it thru the pounding in her head. However she did know that if the doorbell rang and her mother was forced to come down and answer the door she would have hell to pay. So Hermione crawled with one arm (the other was still in a sling) as fast as she could although that wasn’t very fast.
“Gods, I have seen torture victims that have looked better than you do Miss Granger.” Came a silky voice from the living room. Hermione looked up and noted dizzily that Professor Snape had entered her house without her mother knowing it.
“Sir, what are you doing here?” she asked brokenly.
“I have come to, well how shall I put this…” He sighed as he watched her fall face first on the floor between the kitchen and living room. Does the headmaster know that Miss Granger was abused? How had she managed to hide it from her dorm mates at Hogworts? And what about her friends? Did Potter and Weasly know she came home on the holidays and the summers to be beaten into the broken doll he saw before him? He walked over to where she lay in a growing pool of blood and pressed a port key into her hand.
That done he pulled on his Death Eater mask and walked upstairs to the room with the door open thinking it had to obviously be her room. However he was to be surprised yet again this evening. A plump woman was sitting on a large bed filing her nails. Not wanting to cope with such a complication he looked over her in disgust. “Stupefy”
Then Snape walked out of the room down the hall opening every door along the way looking for the bedroom of Miss Granger. His Master had ordered him to bring the girl and some of her things. Ideally he was to have made it seem as if she was going to headquarters and let her pack. However that was not an option now.
He opened the last door in the hall to find a small bedroom that was decorated in hunter green and lilac. All the furnishings were white and the room would have been too clean for a teenager to live in had it not been for the blood on her bed and desk. He walked over to her bed and grabbed a pillow quickly transfiguring it into a suitcase. Then with a quick spell had all her clothes coming out of her dresser and closet and folding themselves in to the suitcase. He then walked over to her bookcase to see what she had to read that she might wish to keep.
Shock was the only word he could think of when he saw the photos in front of her books. They were of a small Hermione Granger being held in an embrace that looked sickly romantic by none other than Albus Dumbledore.
A/N thx to everyone who reviewed. I got the problem fixed with accidentally posting parts of other chapters when I add a new one. However to the subject of a beta which was mentioned in a review I would rather not have one as this is the first fic I have written in years and I am not sure of how often I will update or how often my muse will talk cus she's been quiet for quite a long while.
Granger Residence
Hermione was lying on the floor in her kitchen when the doorbell rang. She could barely hear it thru the pounding in her head. However she did know that if the doorbell rang and her mother was forced to come down and answer the door she would have hell to pay. So Hermione crawled with one arm (the other was still in a sling) as fast as she could although that wasn’t very fast.
“Gods, I have seen torture victims that have looked better than you do Miss Granger.” Came a silky voice from the living room. Hermione looked up and noted dizzily that Professor Snape had entered her house without her mother knowing it.
“Sir, what are you doing here?” she asked brokenly.
“I have come to, well how shall I put this…” He sighed as he watched her fall face first on the floor between the kitchen and living room. Does the headmaster know that Miss Granger was abused? How had she managed to hide it from her dorm mates at Hogworts? And what about her friends? Did Potter and Weasly know she came home on the holidays and the summers to be beaten into the broken doll he saw before him? He walked over to where she lay in a growing pool of blood and pressed a port key into her hand.
That done he pulled on his Death Eater mask and walked upstairs to the room with the door open thinking it had to obviously be her room. However he was to be surprised yet again this evening. A plump woman was sitting on a large bed filing her nails. Not wanting to cope with such a complication he looked over her in disgust. “Stupefy”
Then Snape walked out of the room down the hall opening every door along the way looking for the bedroom of Miss Granger. His Master had ordered him to bring the girl and some of her things. Ideally he was to have made it seem as if she was going to headquarters and let her pack. However that was not an option now.
He opened the last door in the hall to find a small bedroom that was decorated in hunter green and lilac. All the furnishings were white and the room would have been too clean for a teenager to live in had it not been for the blood on her bed and desk. He walked over to her bed and grabbed a pillow quickly transfiguring it into a suitcase. Then with a quick spell had all her clothes coming out of her dresser and closet and folding themselves in to the suitcase. He then walked over to her bookcase to see what she had to read that she might wish to keep.
Shock was the only word he could think of when he saw the photos in front of her books. They were of a small Hermione Granger being held in an embrace that looked sickly romantic by none other than Albus Dumbledore.