The Guardian of Slytherin
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Chapter Five
Here's the next chapter! Hopefully you'll be getting some answers, but seeing as it's still pretty early in the story, maybe you'll be having a whole lot more questions? LOL! Yeah, I'm mean that way.
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Chapter Five
Severus knew he was dreaming from the moment it began. He was sitting in a large thrown like chair in the dark. Looking around he could only see five feet in any direction. The sound of gentle footfalls came to him and soon he felt a soft hand on his cheek. Closing his eyes, he pressed his face into her small palm.
“Where are you, my Hermione?” he breathed.
“Never as far as you think,” she replied, slipping into his lap. “They brought another to me.” Hermione was shivering hard, trying as she might to pull his warmth into her body.
His arms went tighter around her, feeling her face press into the side of his neck. “Did this one…” Severus couldn’t even get the words out.
“Live? Yes, he did,” she breathed. “It was Draco.”
He sighed heavily. “Help me find you.”
“I’m a floo away,” she murmured, looking into his obsidian eyes as she stroked his hair out of his face. “But you must swear not to tell Harry.”
“Potter hired me to find you,” he told her.
“I know. Draco informed me of this,” she said, getting up from his lap, walking away from him. “Promise me.”
“I’ll put off telling him…”
“Then I can’t send anyone to fetch you to me,” she sighed, even as she stepped away from the ring of light. “It’s all a matter of priorities, Severus. Which means more to you—money or me?”
He jumped up and tried to go after her, screaming, “You! Always you!”
Severus was jolted awake, finding himself weeping but not knowing why exactly. It wasn’t a matter of coin any longer, but finding the witch herself. The need to be near her was eating at him. If he could find Draco, he would find Hermione. So the question was, where was the Malfoy heir?
***
Draco awoke to the feeling of absolute peace. Never in his life had he ever felt such serenity. Blinking his eyes, he found himself looking up at an ornate ceiling. Where was he? Sitting up, he found that he was lying on the floor of what must have been a guestroom of his uncle’s hideout. Looking around he had thought at first he was there alone. But then he saw her. Hermione Granger was curled up in the corner of the room with her knees pulled tightly to her chest, her large whiskey colored eyes watching him attentively.
Draco crawled over to her, murmuring, “What happened, Gran…” But he couldn’t get her name out as he had always addressed her. “…Hermione?”
“I cleansed your soul,” she whispered weakly.
Frowning he said, “I don’t understand.”
“Look at your arm,” she told him. “The one with the dark mark.”
He did so expecting as always to see the tattoo that had caused him more hardships and pain than most had the right to lay claim to. But when he saw the pale skin free of ink, he began to shake.
“What…what…” He looked over to Hermione. “What did you do to me?”
“I cleansed your soul,” she repeated. “It is what I do. I am not judge nor jury. I am a conduit. That is how it was explained to me.” Her arms went tighter around herself. “I didn’t ask for the ability to do this. No one in their right mind would.”
“But…” She crawled to him, pressing her finger to his lips.
“Apparently, I am doing what I was made to do,” she told him.
He removed her hand with care, inquiring, “And what is that?”
“I am the guardian of Slytherin,” she murmured. “The great house must be redeemed, Draco.” Hermione, feeling the exhaustion keenly, lay down next to him. “Sleep. Must sleep.”
A powerful surge of protectiveness washed over the young man as he looked down at the witch. Confusion over this emotion had him frowning as he tried to figure it out. Wasn’t this the same witch that he had wished dead on more than one occasion? Never in his life had he ever felt this urge to guard anyone let alone a mud…
Pain lanced through his gut, making him double over. As soon as the thought was out of his mind, the peace returned along with the need to protect—which felt even stronger than it did before the distress.
“She is our hope,” Rabastan said as he walked into the room. Picking her up off of the floor, he took her straight over to the bed and tucked her under the covers. “Isn’t that right, Regulus?”
Draco spun to see his cousin, a man that many thought as long dead, walking out of the shadows. He grinned at the young blond and said, “Expecting someone else?”
“You’re dead!”
“Not quite,” Regulus told him. “And neither are you, I see.”
“I’m sure your parents will be relieved to know as much once we tell them about what you went through…” Rabastan started.
To have Regulus finish with, “Or about the chances you could have been burned to a crisp if you weren’t found to be redeemable.”
Rabastan shivered in disgust. “I can still smell Dolohov.”
Regulus turned slightly green remembering. “Don’t get me started.”
***
“Where is your son?” the question was odd seeing who it was coming from.
Lucius looked up from the book he was reading over to Severus, who looked like he hadn’t gotten much of any sleep at all the night before. “Why? Does he owe you money as well?” He snorted. “You might as well kiss it goodbye…”
“Somehow, someway, your son knows where Hermione is,” Severus explained to him, sitting down on the wingback chair across from the blond wizard. “And he did it, I think, from this house. When did you see him last?”
Lucius shut the book he was reading with a thoughtful look on his face. “From here, you say?”
“It must have been,” Severus muttered. “Nothing else makes sense.”
“And you found this out how?” Lucius inquired.
“You won’t believe me.”
His friend stared at him a moment before saying, “Just tell me. How bad can it be?”
“I had a dream.”
Lucius nodded. “I can now say I know of what you spoke of. That is unbelievable…” He grinned when Severus rolled his eyes. “…coming from anyone but you.” He sent out a quick missive to Gringotts via his eagle owl. “That will freeze any funds Draco maybe looking for, and trust me, he’s always looking. Now we wait for him to come to us.” He looked at his pocket watch. “I have no doubt that we will have not a long wait.”
***
And there you go! Have anymore questions? Write a review and let me know. I love reading them. And I know, I don't really tend to answer any of them. This is more out of the fact that I don't want to be giving anything away. But I do read them and pay attention to what you have to say.
That being said I do have to at least answer this one review.
Megan-Please, if you could, just once change your review? You give the very same review to every single writer you comment on. True, this is more than many readers out there do. Even some of the writers of fan fictions don't bother with reviews. But you've been reading and reviewing for some time now. Don't you think it's time to at least change what you have to say even just a little? It shows to the writer that you're putting more thought into their work by doing so. Oh well, it's just a thought. Thanks for reviewing.
Thank you one and all for reading and have a spectacular day!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
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Chapter Five
Severus knew he was dreaming from the moment it began. He was sitting in a large thrown like chair in the dark. Looking around he could only see five feet in any direction. The sound of gentle footfalls came to him and soon he felt a soft hand on his cheek. Closing his eyes, he pressed his face into her small palm.
“Where are you, my Hermione?” he breathed.
“Never as far as you think,” she replied, slipping into his lap. “They brought another to me.” Hermione was shivering hard, trying as she might to pull his warmth into her body.
His arms went tighter around her, feeling her face press into the side of his neck. “Did this one…” Severus couldn’t even get the words out.
“Live? Yes, he did,” she breathed. “It was Draco.”
He sighed heavily. “Help me find you.”
“I’m a floo away,” she murmured, looking into his obsidian eyes as she stroked his hair out of his face. “But you must swear not to tell Harry.”
“Potter hired me to find you,” he told her.
“I know. Draco informed me of this,” she said, getting up from his lap, walking away from him. “Promise me.”
“I’ll put off telling him…”
“Then I can’t send anyone to fetch you to me,” she sighed, even as she stepped away from the ring of light. “It’s all a matter of priorities, Severus. Which means more to you—money or me?”
He jumped up and tried to go after her, screaming, “You! Always you!”
Severus was jolted awake, finding himself weeping but not knowing why exactly. It wasn’t a matter of coin any longer, but finding the witch herself. The need to be near her was eating at him. If he could find Draco, he would find Hermione. So the question was, where was the Malfoy heir?
***
Draco awoke to the feeling of absolute peace. Never in his life had he ever felt such serenity. Blinking his eyes, he found himself looking up at an ornate ceiling. Where was he? Sitting up, he found that he was lying on the floor of what must have been a guestroom of his uncle’s hideout. Looking around he had thought at first he was there alone. But then he saw her. Hermione Granger was curled up in the corner of the room with her knees pulled tightly to her chest, her large whiskey colored eyes watching him attentively.
Draco crawled over to her, murmuring, “What happened, Gran…” But he couldn’t get her name out as he had always addressed her. “…Hermione?”
“I cleansed your soul,” she whispered weakly.
Frowning he said, “I don’t understand.”
“Look at your arm,” she told him. “The one with the dark mark.”
He did so expecting as always to see the tattoo that had caused him more hardships and pain than most had the right to lay claim to. But when he saw the pale skin free of ink, he began to shake.
“What…what…” He looked over to Hermione. “What did you do to me?”
“I cleansed your soul,” she repeated. “It is what I do. I am not judge nor jury. I am a conduit. That is how it was explained to me.” Her arms went tighter around herself. “I didn’t ask for the ability to do this. No one in their right mind would.”
“But…” She crawled to him, pressing her finger to his lips.
“Apparently, I am doing what I was made to do,” she told him.
He removed her hand with care, inquiring, “And what is that?”
“I am the guardian of Slytherin,” she murmured. “The great house must be redeemed, Draco.” Hermione, feeling the exhaustion keenly, lay down next to him. “Sleep. Must sleep.”
A powerful surge of protectiveness washed over the young man as he looked down at the witch. Confusion over this emotion had him frowning as he tried to figure it out. Wasn’t this the same witch that he had wished dead on more than one occasion? Never in his life had he ever felt this urge to guard anyone let alone a mud…
Pain lanced through his gut, making him double over. As soon as the thought was out of his mind, the peace returned along with the need to protect—which felt even stronger than it did before the distress.
“She is our hope,” Rabastan said as he walked into the room. Picking her up off of the floor, he took her straight over to the bed and tucked her under the covers. “Isn’t that right, Regulus?”
Draco spun to see his cousin, a man that many thought as long dead, walking out of the shadows. He grinned at the young blond and said, “Expecting someone else?”
“You’re dead!”
“Not quite,” Regulus told him. “And neither are you, I see.”
“I’m sure your parents will be relieved to know as much once we tell them about what you went through…” Rabastan started.
To have Regulus finish with, “Or about the chances you could have been burned to a crisp if you weren’t found to be redeemable.”
Rabastan shivered in disgust. “I can still smell Dolohov.”
Regulus turned slightly green remembering. “Don’t get me started.”
***
“Where is your son?” the question was odd seeing who it was coming from.
Lucius looked up from the book he was reading over to Severus, who looked like he hadn’t gotten much of any sleep at all the night before. “Why? Does he owe you money as well?” He snorted. “You might as well kiss it goodbye…”
“Somehow, someway, your son knows where Hermione is,” Severus explained to him, sitting down on the wingback chair across from the blond wizard. “And he did it, I think, from this house. When did you see him last?”
Lucius shut the book he was reading with a thoughtful look on his face. “From here, you say?”
“It must have been,” Severus muttered. “Nothing else makes sense.”
“And you found this out how?” Lucius inquired.
“You won’t believe me.”
His friend stared at him a moment before saying, “Just tell me. How bad can it be?”
“I had a dream.”
Lucius nodded. “I can now say I know of what you spoke of. That is unbelievable…” He grinned when Severus rolled his eyes. “…coming from anyone but you.” He sent out a quick missive to Gringotts via his eagle owl. “That will freeze any funds Draco maybe looking for, and trust me, he’s always looking. Now we wait for him to come to us.” He looked at his pocket watch. “I have no doubt that we will have not a long wait.”
***
And there you go! Have anymore questions? Write a review and let me know. I love reading them. And I know, I don't really tend to answer any of them. This is more out of the fact that I don't want to be giving anything away. But I do read them and pay attention to what you have to say.
That being said I do have to at least answer this one review.
Megan-Please, if you could, just once change your review? You give the very same review to every single writer you comment on. True, this is more than many readers out there do. Even some of the writers of fan fictions don't bother with reviews. But you've been reading and reviewing for some time now. Don't you think it's time to at least change what you have to say even just a little? It shows to the writer that you're putting more thought into their work by doing so. Oh well, it's just a thought. Thanks for reviewing.
Thank you one and all for reading and have a spectacular day!