Semper Fi, Hermione
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Adult ++
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8
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4,356
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9
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Baby Steps
I am so sorry for the delay. Life has been difficult. I have to get some diagnostic tests done on my youngest son and I had to be put into the hospital for sixteen days to boot! I am still ahead of my beta, but I will be doing clean up as I go along. I hope you enjoy the chapter.
As usual all standard disclaimers. I promise to return J.K.R.'s characters when the story is finished, all cleaned up. I wonder if I could rent Severus???????
My thanks to all who have reviewed and will review. These people are the back bone of a author, and make us strive to do these stories. If you don't choose to review my work, please review someone else's.~~~~On with the story......
Chapter 6 Baby Steps
Severus left the headmaster's office. He was trying to decide what was the best way to help Hermione. Brute force may cause more damage than good, but most women weren't exactly friendly and open to men after going through what Hermione did. He finally decided that he would approach her as a teacher, perhaps Minerva would be of assistance as well. Having another woman around would certainly help keep her calmer if nothing else. Merlin, what a mess! Severus rubbed the bridge of his nose feeling a headache coming on.
Minerva left Hermione when she cried herself to sleep. She never spoke of what had happened to her, instead she appeared to blame herself. Her only comments were related to her not staying with the boys and how much trouble she had caused everyone. Minerva tried to let Hermione vent but she didn't know how to help her. Rape is a common way to break a woman's spirit and has been used for eons in war and even in plain criminal ways. It is a method that makes the victim blame themselves for what happened. The courts are of no help since the victim is the one on trial so to speak. The victim is cross examined and questioned about what she was wearing, if she drank anything, how she led the attacker on. She had to prove herself innocent. It is almost the opposite of the system of every other kind of crime, instead of innocent until proved guilty it's more like guilty until proved innocent, only it's the victim who is on trial. What a mess.
Severus saw his old Transfiguration professor and was startled on just how old she looked. One of her cubs came to harm, and the grieving woman looked every bit of her age and another fifty years to boot. He was suddenly sure he couldn't put her through any more grief. He would have to help the poor girl with his own less than pleasant demeanor. He was a good man, but knew little of women, less of young ladies and nothing about how to help such a victim. He raped many times as a new Death Eater, and killed rape victims of rape later as it was a mercy after Death Eaters were finished. That was the only comfort he could afford those poor women. He had no choice, he saved more lives as a spy then he could by anything else, if Voldermort ever discovered his true role he would be killed slowly and with much pain. The Order needed all the information it could get about Voldermort's movements and no one to replace him.
Severus slipped into the hospital wing and spoke briefly to Madame Pomfrey. She left the hospital because Severus had to question Hermione she didn't like it, but the girl needed help she couldn't provide. She could only heal the physical, the emotional fallout landed squarely on the shoulders of a man deemed to have no compassion, yet lived through and witnessed horrors upon horrors. As she left the room she told him where Calming and Dreamless Sleep Draughts were located.
Severus sat on Hermione's bed, his weight depressed her mattress. The poor girl was frozen in shock and fear, her eyes rolling wildly instinctively pushing the man away from her. He grasped her hands firmly together, preventing her from either pummeling him or hurting herself in pitiful, weak struggles. He spoke to her calmly, with authority, telling her she was going to drink a Calming Drought. He held the vial to her lips forcing her to drink it slowly, trying not to make her choke. He waited a few minutes for the drug to take effect.
"Hermione," he said, "I know you are upset, Merlin knows you have every right to be, I am trying to help you. Alright?" Dazed brown eyes refused to meet his gaze. She had given up her struggling whether through the the results of the Calming Drought, or sheer terror from him restraining her he couldn't tell. He slowly lifted her chin so he could see her face better. Her eyes tightly closed she tried to turn her face and pull away from him. He realized that she generalized her fear to all men and his heart broke. He wondered if she would ever be able to have a relationship with a man. She deserved a happy life in the future with a career and children if she wanted. So much potential that may have been ruined if her heart and mind couldn't be saved. Softly, he spoke again. "Hermione, do you remember what happened? Can you tell me?" Her reply was purely physical, she panicked struggled for freedom and not being strong enough to force him away she tried to curl into a fetal position. He would get nowhere fast this way. He was forced into using his last resort.
Silent tears slid down her cheeks, her demeanor was defeated. Trying a different tack Her teacher used his best bat-of-the-dungeon voice and informed her that since she would not speak he would get the information without her participating. He was disgusted with himself, but to help her they needed to know what happened. He knew there was no hope of her volunteering the information so with the utmost care he pulled her upper body close to him, easily deflecting her hands which became talon like trying to attack him. He got her as comfortable as he could without risking either of their safety. He murmured an apology and made eye contact. "Legilimens!" he said.
He began sorting through her memories, sifting gently rather forcing what was needed. He held her as gently as he was able, trying to use his body language to reassure her even if his actions wouldn't. He gagged at what he saw in the corridors of her mind and marveled she came back at all. He got what he needed and broke contact. Hermione curled into herself whimpering in pain. He gave he some Dreamless Sleep Drought and stayed with her until it took effect.
He would see the bastards dead as soon as he could.
As usual all standard disclaimers. I promise to return J.K.R.'s characters when the story is finished, all cleaned up. I wonder if I could rent Severus???????
My thanks to all who have reviewed and will review. These people are the back bone of a author, and make us strive to do these stories. If you don't choose to review my work, please review someone else's.~~~~On with the story......
Chapter 6 Baby Steps
Severus left the headmaster's office. He was trying to decide what was the best way to help Hermione. Brute force may cause more damage than good, but most women weren't exactly friendly and open to men after going through what Hermione did. He finally decided that he would approach her as a teacher, perhaps Minerva would be of assistance as well. Having another woman around would certainly help keep her calmer if nothing else. Merlin, what a mess! Severus rubbed the bridge of his nose feeling a headache coming on.
Minerva left Hermione when she cried herself to sleep. She never spoke of what had happened to her, instead she appeared to blame herself. Her only comments were related to her not staying with the boys and how much trouble she had caused everyone. Minerva tried to let Hermione vent but she didn't know how to help her. Rape is a common way to break a woman's spirit and has been used for eons in war and even in plain criminal ways. It is a method that makes the victim blame themselves for what happened. The courts are of no help since the victim is the one on trial so to speak. The victim is cross examined and questioned about what she was wearing, if she drank anything, how she led the attacker on. She had to prove herself innocent. It is almost the opposite of the system of every other kind of crime, instead of innocent until proved guilty it's more like guilty until proved innocent, only it's the victim who is on trial. What a mess.
Severus saw his old Transfiguration professor and was startled on just how old she looked. One of her cubs came to harm, and the grieving woman looked every bit of her age and another fifty years to boot. He was suddenly sure he couldn't put her through any more grief. He would have to help the poor girl with his own less than pleasant demeanor. He was a good man, but knew little of women, less of young ladies and nothing about how to help such a victim. He raped many times as a new Death Eater, and killed rape victims of rape later as it was a mercy after Death Eaters were finished. That was the only comfort he could afford those poor women. He had no choice, he saved more lives as a spy then he could by anything else, if Voldermort ever discovered his true role he would be killed slowly and with much pain. The Order needed all the information it could get about Voldermort's movements and no one to replace him.
Severus slipped into the hospital wing and spoke briefly to Madame Pomfrey. She left the hospital because Severus had to question Hermione she didn't like it, but the girl needed help she couldn't provide. She could only heal the physical, the emotional fallout landed squarely on the shoulders of a man deemed to have no compassion, yet lived through and witnessed horrors upon horrors. As she left the room she told him where Calming and Dreamless Sleep Draughts were located.
Severus sat on Hermione's bed, his weight depressed her mattress. The poor girl was frozen in shock and fear, her eyes rolling wildly instinctively pushing the man away from her. He grasped her hands firmly together, preventing her from either pummeling him or hurting herself in pitiful, weak struggles. He spoke to her calmly, with authority, telling her she was going to drink a Calming Drought. He held the vial to her lips forcing her to drink it slowly, trying not to make her choke. He waited a few minutes for the drug to take effect.
"Hermione," he said, "I know you are upset, Merlin knows you have every right to be, I am trying to help you. Alright?" Dazed brown eyes refused to meet his gaze. She had given up her struggling whether through the the results of the Calming Drought, or sheer terror from him restraining her he couldn't tell. He slowly lifted her chin so he could see her face better. Her eyes tightly closed she tried to turn her face and pull away from him. He realized that she generalized her fear to all men and his heart broke. He wondered if she would ever be able to have a relationship with a man. She deserved a happy life in the future with a career and children if she wanted. So much potential that may have been ruined if her heart and mind couldn't be saved. Softly, he spoke again. "Hermione, do you remember what happened? Can you tell me?" Her reply was purely physical, she panicked struggled for freedom and not being strong enough to force him away she tried to curl into a fetal position. He would get nowhere fast this way. He was forced into using his last resort.
Silent tears slid down her cheeks, her demeanor was defeated. Trying a different tack Her teacher used his best bat-of-the-dungeon voice and informed her that since she would not speak he would get the information without her participating. He was disgusted with himself, but to help her they needed to know what happened. He knew there was no hope of her volunteering the information so with the utmost care he pulled her upper body close to him, easily deflecting her hands which became talon like trying to attack him. He got her as comfortable as he could without risking either of their safety. He murmured an apology and made eye contact. "Legilimens!" he said.
He began sorting through her memories, sifting gently rather forcing what was needed. He held her as gently as he was able, trying to use his body language to reassure her even if his actions wouldn't. He gagged at what he saw in the corridors of her mind and marveled she came back at all. He got what he needed and broke contact. Hermione curled into herself whimpering in pain. He gave he some Dreamless Sleep Drought and stayed with her until it took effect.
He would see the bastards dead as soon as he could.