Lacerations of the Soul
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
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6,580
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36
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chapter 8- Your dreams may save you
Chapter 7
Severus and Hermione continued to trapse through the manor, stopping in the next room. “This is your bathroom.” It was a modest bathroom with a large tub, not overly so, but large in the fact that two bodies could fit in it without room for hesitation. “I hope you approve.” There were several bottles of shampoo and conditioner, and she smelled them. Apples and Cinnamon wafted out of the first set of bottles, Mango the second, and honey almond the third. She smiled a small little smile at the smells; it was as if the Elves had leaned into her mind, and taken away everything that made her smile.
She walked to the tub and touched it, amazed that the claw foot tub was as large as it were. “It’s lovely in here as well Severus, thank you.” She sighed softly, he was trying to help her, and she’d let him, but she wasn’t sure she was able to be helped anymore.
The death of her parents seemed to have killed a part of her soul, sliced it open and ripped out part of what made her, who she was. No matter how much she wished, begged, pleaded, they weren’t going to come back.
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Severus did not need to read her mind to see what was on it. In fact the waves of emotion pouring off the woman nearly sat him on his ass. And he felt.. he felt… horrible. If only there was something he could do, but nothing could be done, he was suspended in a torture session at the time of the attack, he couldn’t warn the order, he couldn’t warn the witch or her parents.
He felt more than his usual guilt for ever aligning himself with the dark lord. “Your library is next to mine just across the hall from your room. I... I... I’ll be back in a while, get acquainted with your living space.” He felt himself bark the commands, not give them. “If you want something to eat and I’m not around just ask the elves. They’ll get whatever it is you need.”
In a flurry of robes he departed the room and walked to his, shutting the door before he could completely lose his composure. The witch needed help, not for him to wallow in his own misery. His mind raced with faces, places, lives that he’d help destroyed while being in the employ of Voldemort and he scowled.
Why did Albus have this inane idea that he could help the witch, why did he think he could as well. Perhaps if he helped her, It might help heal his soul from all the damage he had inflicted upon it. Perhaps if she were here, he could heal quicker after the attacks on his form by the dark lord. Maybe he could help her, maybe he couldn’t but the fact was she was here in his manor.
The manor was an interesting story of its own. He’d bought it after the first set of residuals came in, moved his house elves here, He still owned Spinners End of course, but this place was a sign that he was somebody, and he came here after his attacks, after Voldemort started taking out his wrath. It was the only thing that could ever begin to make him feel as if he had any place in this world.
The manor was something he could have pride in, and he shielded this place from everyone, but he had brought the witch here. Something was going on inside his head that he wasn’t even aware of.
The usually cold, composed wizard took a deep breath and walked to the liquor cabinet pulling a glass of fire whiskey from its stores, and drank it in one large gulp. He slumped into an arm chair of Slytherin green, and he sighed. This was going to be a huge undertaking; he only hoped he could help the girl.
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Hermione walked from the bath and back into her room. It really was magnificent, she felt very tired and decided to try the mattress it was soft, just like she liked, and as soon as she crawled under the cool silk sheets, as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.
Her dreams came at her with a force that would have knocked even the strongest giant down. She could hear her parents screaming as the blast claimed their lives, and she could feel every bit of her pain.
Then she saw something else… Severus hanging above the dark lord, being hit with curse after curse, blood dripping down his form, she started to cry, “Severus, No!”
The dark lord continued to hex him, hurt him, yell at him for not helping with the attack on her parents, said he wanted to kill the Dursley’s too, and she cried again, knowing that even if the muggles were evil to Harry, he’d not want them dead too.
She watched as the Dark lord used his powers to rape Severus’ mind of the memories he held, she watched as Severus hung his head in defeat, and as another barrage of pain wracked his body. She screamed as she watched the scene, her sleeping from screamed until it should have been hoarse, and continued to scream, until Severus saved her once more.
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“Oh witch, you have to wake up.” His heart softened almost breaking at the sight of the screaming, crying witch completely encased by the green sheets. “Please…”
“Severus! No!” She screamed this, fear etched on her sleeping face and he couldn’t help but gather her to his body. He rocked her back and forth willing her awake, not wanting to see what she dreamed, afraid to witness it.
He dipped into her dream willing himself not to witness it, he called to her, asked, begged, pleaded that she wake up, but she was lost in a sea of pain that wasn’t hers. He stared into her face.
“Witch, please wake up. I don’t want to see this. I can’t… I have to get you to wake the bloody hell up!”
“Severus? You’re ok?”
“Of course I’m ok, I’m trying to wake you aren’t I?”
“Oh Severus!” She threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him full on the mouth. When she opened her eyes she was back in her room kissing the man who had once again saved her from her dreams. She felt gratitude towards the amazing wizard; she felt heat, and most of all she felt she didn’t want to stop kissing him.
He was the one to break the kiss, rather half heartedly. It had been a long time since he’d had such a beautiful woman in his clutches, but he knew that she did not need a bed mate, she needed his guidance, she needed help restoring her life to as close to what it was before Voldemort’s attack.
He looked at the witch and noticed that she was still crying. “Oh Severus, it was horrible. Voldemort was punishing you because the at..attack on my parents didn’t go as well as he’d hoped. He wanted to kill Harry’s estranged family as well. I’m so sorry; you really had to go through that didn’t you? I’m so sorry; you have to do this to help the order out. I wish I could repay you some way. You... keep saving me.” She looked into his eyes her amber eyes looking deep within his black ones, and he felt something stir inside of him.
“You don’t have to repay me, Hermione; you have to save me and I, you.” He leaned his head down to hers, his mouth to her mouth, and kissed her. It was a sweet kiss, her arms wrapped around his back, his arms folded over her, their tongues danced gently probing as if they were two snakes scared to continue, not wanting to have the kiss end, but not needing it to go any farther. Then it was over, the wizard held the witch until she stopped shedding her tears, and smiled down on her. “Hermione lets go eat, and you can tell me of your parents.” She nodded and weakly crawled out of the bed after him.
Severus and Hermione continued to trapse through the manor, stopping in the next room. “This is your bathroom.” It was a modest bathroom with a large tub, not overly so, but large in the fact that two bodies could fit in it without room for hesitation. “I hope you approve.” There were several bottles of shampoo and conditioner, and she smelled them. Apples and Cinnamon wafted out of the first set of bottles, Mango the second, and honey almond the third. She smiled a small little smile at the smells; it was as if the Elves had leaned into her mind, and taken away everything that made her smile.
She walked to the tub and touched it, amazed that the claw foot tub was as large as it were. “It’s lovely in here as well Severus, thank you.” She sighed softly, he was trying to help her, and she’d let him, but she wasn’t sure she was able to be helped anymore.
The death of her parents seemed to have killed a part of her soul, sliced it open and ripped out part of what made her, who she was. No matter how much she wished, begged, pleaded, they weren’t going to come back.
---
Severus did not need to read her mind to see what was on it. In fact the waves of emotion pouring off the woman nearly sat him on his ass. And he felt.. he felt… horrible. If only there was something he could do, but nothing could be done, he was suspended in a torture session at the time of the attack, he couldn’t warn the order, he couldn’t warn the witch or her parents.
He felt more than his usual guilt for ever aligning himself with the dark lord. “Your library is next to mine just across the hall from your room. I... I... I’ll be back in a while, get acquainted with your living space.” He felt himself bark the commands, not give them. “If you want something to eat and I’m not around just ask the elves. They’ll get whatever it is you need.”
In a flurry of robes he departed the room and walked to his, shutting the door before he could completely lose his composure. The witch needed help, not for him to wallow in his own misery. His mind raced with faces, places, lives that he’d help destroyed while being in the employ of Voldemort and he scowled.
Why did Albus have this inane idea that he could help the witch, why did he think he could as well. Perhaps if he helped her, It might help heal his soul from all the damage he had inflicted upon it. Perhaps if she were here, he could heal quicker after the attacks on his form by the dark lord. Maybe he could help her, maybe he couldn’t but the fact was she was here in his manor.
The manor was an interesting story of its own. He’d bought it after the first set of residuals came in, moved his house elves here, He still owned Spinners End of course, but this place was a sign that he was somebody, and he came here after his attacks, after Voldemort started taking out his wrath. It was the only thing that could ever begin to make him feel as if he had any place in this world.
The manor was something he could have pride in, and he shielded this place from everyone, but he had brought the witch here. Something was going on inside his head that he wasn’t even aware of.
The usually cold, composed wizard took a deep breath and walked to the liquor cabinet pulling a glass of fire whiskey from its stores, and drank it in one large gulp. He slumped into an arm chair of Slytherin green, and he sighed. This was going to be a huge undertaking; he only hoped he could help the girl.
---
Hermione walked from the bath and back into her room. It really was magnificent, she felt very tired and decided to try the mattress it was soft, just like she liked, and as soon as she crawled under the cool silk sheets, as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.
Her dreams came at her with a force that would have knocked even the strongest giant down. She could hear her parents screaming as the blast claimed their lives, and she could feel every bit of her pain.
Then she saw something else… Severus hanging above the dark lord, being hit with curse after curse, blood dripping down his form, she started to cry, “Severus, No!”
The dark lord continued to hex him, hurt him, yell at him for not helping with the attack on her parents, said he wanted to kill the Dursley’s too, and she cried again, knowing that even if the muggles were evil to Harry, he’d not want them dead too.
She watched as the Dark lord used his powers to rape Severus’ mind of the memories he held, she watched as Severus hung his head in defeat, and as another barrage of pain wracked his body. She screamed as she watched the scene, her sleeping from screamed until it should have been hoarse, and continued to scream, until Severus saved her once more.
---
“Oh witch, you have to wake up.” His heart softened almost breaking at the sight of the screaming, crying witch completely encased by the green sheets. “Please…”
“Severus! No!” She screamed this, fear etched on her sleeping face and he couldn’t help but gather her to his body. He rocked her back and forth willing her awake, not wanting to see what she dreamed, afraid to witness it.
He dipped into her dream willing himself not to witness it, he called to her, asked, begged, pleaded that she wake up, but she was lost in a sea of pain that wasn’t hers. He stared into her face.
“Witch, please wake up. I don’t want to see this. I can’t… I have to get you to wake the bloody hell up!”
“Severus? You’re ok?”
“Of course I’m ok, I’m trying to wake you aren’t I?”
“Oh Severus!” She threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him full on the mouth. When she opened her eyes she was back in her room kissing the man who had once again saved her from her dreams. She felt gratitude towards the amazing wizard; she felt heat, and most of all she felt she didn’t want to stop kissing him.
He was the one to break the kiss, rather half heartedly. It had been a long time since he’d had such a beautiful woman in his clutches, but he knew that she did not need a bed mate, she needed his guidance, she needed help restoring her life to as close to what it was before Voldemort’s attack.
He looked at the witch and noticed that she was still crying. “Oh Severus, it was horrible. Voldemort was punishing you because the at..attack on my parents didn’t go as well as he’d hoped. He wanted to kill Harry’s estranged family as well. I’m so sorry; you really had to go through that didn’t you? I’m so sorry; you have to do this to help the order out. I wish I could repay you some way. You... keep saving me.” She looked into his eyes her amber eyes looking deep within his black ones, and he felt something stir inside of him.
“You don’t have to repay me, Hermione; you have to save me and I, you.” He leaned his head down to hers, his mouth to her mouth, and kissed her. It was a sweet kiss, her arms wrapped around his back, his arms folded over her, their tongues danced gently probing as if they were two snakes scared to continue, not wanting to have the kiss end, but not needing it to go any farther. Then it was over, the wizard held the witch until she stopped shedding her tears, and smiled down on her. “Hermione lets go eat, and you can tell me of your parents.” She nodded and weakly crawled out of the bed after him.