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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
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8,779
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41
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Currently Reading:
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Bill heard Harry spilling out of the pensive, but remained where he was sitting in front of the fireplace. He continued to sip on his fire whiskey and waited. It was coming. He knew it was, as he listened to the jagged sobs coming from the younger man. He lit another cigarette and watched the fire.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Harry screamed. “I had a right to know these things!”
“Because Professor Dumbledore asked us not to. At first it was because you had enough on your plate, but then it became a matter of habit.” He looked over to Harry, his eyes hard. “There were more people than you to think of. And frankly after it was over, many of us wanted to forget it ever happened.” He looked back to the fire. “I know I did.” He took a puff of the cigarette. “He kept you safe and well looked after…”
“Without me knowing it was Hermione doing the protecting. What did you do to her?”
“Trained her to be the best auror in the world,” Bill told him, leaning back in his chair. “Go talk to Shacklebolt. He should be in the Three Broomsticks. He usually is at this time of night. But if you wish to wait until morning, he should be here by then. He’s giving a speech on auror training to the seventh years.”
***
Hermione woke up from a sound drugged sleep, sitting straight up in the bed. She looked over to Severus. No, she thought. She wasn’t going to wake him. He got so little sleep that she didn’t want to deprive him of any of it. She slipped out of the bed, getting dressed in the new clothing that he had gotten for her. It was very old fashioned, but it was functional. She was pulling on her boots when she felt his hand slipping up her back and coming to rest at her neck.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, against her ear.
“He’s upset.”
“The binding spell,” he muttered. “Come back to bed.”
“I have to see…” His mouth covered hers in a kiss that had her melting against him.
His mouth moved to her neck, nipping her sensitive skin behind her ear. “What are you about, Severus?” she groaned as she wrapped her arms around him.
“Getting you naked.”
“You can’t keep me occupied like this forever,” she told him even as she began to help him take her own clothes off.
“No, but I plan on making a valiant effort.”
***
Harry found Shacklebolt quietly sipping on a butterbeer as he watched the snowfall outside of the paneled window. He looked over to the young wizard, nodding to him as he continued to sip on his drink.
“Bill flooed.” His words were clipped and harsh sounding. “What do you want to know?”
“Why did Hermione kill Lupin?”
He said nothing for a time. “I wasn’t there. So I couldn’t say.”
“But…”
“What I can tell you is that Remus…” He paused. Pain was clear in his dark eyes. “He had problems. More than I could have guessed at that time.”
“How could you say that?” he asked. “This was Remus!”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” he snapped. “That he wasn’t allowed to be human or have frailties like everyone else?”
“No, of course not…”
“He was asked to join up with a pack of crazy, murdering thugs who were recruiting children as young as ten. He couldn’t stop them. All he could do was watch. And since Snape had his own worries, he had no one to brew his potion. Slowly he became more integrated into the pack, but just how much so we wouldn’t know until later.” He took a sip of his butterbeer. “But I’m getting ahead of myself. Come on, I have something for you to see.”
He got up and the two of them went over to a store a few doors down. Shacklebolt nodded to the woman behind the counter who buzzed them both into the backroom. Once in the back they went downstairs and into a heavily warded room. Harry watched as the auror opened up the door and stepped back. The younger man gasped in shock as he saw Dumbledore’s pensive sitting in the middle of the room.
“He wanted us to keep this safe. We continually moved it until it ended up here,” Shacklebolt whispered. “Go. Look at it. Find your answers, if you can.”
“Why are you so angry?” Harry asked.
The older wizard looked over to him saying, “I’m just as angry as you are, Harry.”
“I’m not angry!”
Shacklebolt’s eyes narrowed, “Aren’t you?” He stepped closer to him. “When was the last time you spoke to Hermione without a sneer being on your face? Or when was the last time you didn’t say something to her in order to wound her?” He was right in Harry's face as he snarled, “Because let me tell you, mate, you’ve been doing everything you can in order to cut at that girl and she’s felt everyone of them.” He stepped back. “Go see the memories. I don’t want to be around you longer than I must.”
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Bill heard Harry spilling out of the pensive, but remained where he was sitting in front of the fireplace. He continued to sip on his fire whiskey and waited. It was coming. He knew it was, as he listened to the jagged sobs coming from the younger man. He lit another cigarette and watched the fire.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Harry screamed. “I had a right to know these things!”
“Because Professor Dumbledore asked us not to. At first it was because you had enough on your plate, but then it became a matter of habit.” He looked over to Harry, his eyes hard. “There were more people than you to think of. And frankly after it was over, many of us wanted to forget it ever happened.” He looked back to the fire. “I know I did.” He took a puff of the cigarette. “He kept you safe and well looked after…”
“Without me knowing it was Hermione doing the protecting. What did you do to her?”
“Trained her to be the best auror in the world,” Bill told him, leaning back in his chair. “Go talk to Shacklebolt. He should be in the Three Broomsticks. He usually is at this time of night. But if you wish to wait until morning, he should be here by then. He’s giving a speech on auror training to the seventh years.”
***
Hermione woke up from a sound drugged sleep, sitting straight up in the bed. She looked over to Severus. No, she thought. She wasn’t going to wake him. He got so little sleep that she didn’t want to deprive him of any of it. She slipped out of the bed, getting dressed in the new clothing that he had gotten for her. It was very old fashioned, but it was functional. She was pulling on her boots when she felt his hand slipping up her back and coming to rest at her neck.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, against her ear.
“He’s upset.”
“The binding spell,” he muttered. “Come back to bed.”
“I have to see…” His mouth covered hers in a kiss that had her melting against him.
His mouth moved to her neck, nipping her sensitive skin behind her ear. “What are you about, Severus?” she groaned as she wrapped her arms around him.
“Getting you naked.”
“You can’t keep me occupied like this forever,” she told him even as she began to help him take her own clothes off.
“No, but I plan on making a valiant effort.”
***
Harry found Shacklebolt quietly sipping on a butterbeer as he watched the snowfall outside of the paneled window. He looked over to the young wizard, nodding to him as he continued to sip on his drink.
“Bill flooed.” His words were clipped and harsh sounding. “What do you want to know?”
“Why did Hermione kill Lupin?”
He said nothing for a time. “I wasn’t there. So I couldn’t say.”
“But…”
“What I can tell you is that Remus…” He paused. Pain was clear in his dark eyes. “He had problems. More than I could have guessed at that time.”
“How could you say that?” he asked. “This was Remus!”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” he snapped. “That he wasn’t allowed to be human or have frailties like everyone else?”
“No, of course not…”
“He was asked to join up with a pack of crazy, murdering thugs who were recruiting children as young as ten. He couldn’t stop them. All he could do was watch. And since Snape had his own worries, he had no one to brew his potion. Slowly he became more integrated into the pack, but just how much so we wouldn’t know until later.” He took a sip of his butterbeer. “But I’m getting ahead of myself. Come on, I have something for you to see.”
He got up and the two of them went over to a store a few doors down. Shacklebolt nodded to the woman behind the counter who buzzed them both into the backroom. Once in the back they went downstairs and into a heavily warded room. Harry watched as the auror opened up the door and stepped back. The younger man gasped in shock as he saw Dumbledore’s pensive sitting in the middle of the room.
“He wanted us to keep this safe. We continually moved it until it ended up here,” Shacklebolt whispered. “Go. Look at it. Find your answers, if you can.”
“Why are you so angry?” Harry asked.
The older wizard looked over to him saying, “I’m just as angry as you are, Harry.”
“I’m not angry!”
Shacklebolt’s eyes narrowed, “Aren’t you?” He stepped closer to him. “When was the last time you spoke to Hermione without a sneer being on your face? Or when was the last time you didn’t say something to her in order to wound her?” He was right in Harry's face as he snarled, “Because let me tell you, mate, you’ve been doing everything you can in order to cut at that girl and she’s felt everyone of them.” He stepped back. “Go see the memories. I don’t want to be around you longer than I must.”
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