The Path they Walk
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,340
Reviews:
11
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Path they Walk
All recongnizable charecters are the brilliant work of JK Rowling. I am just borrowing them.
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“Please…please drink.”
The vial in her fingers quivered slightly as she brought it to parched lips.
“You are in the castle again…lie still…you are in the castle.”
Sound and light twisted in between darkness and pain, white linen clashed with inky-black robes. A trembling hand groped the air in confusion as Latin spells washed over the room in melodic undertones.
“A…Albus”
She watched with a sinking heart as his eyes rolled back in his head and his body lurched. He always called for Albus in grave injury, forgetting the year, forgetting the past. He was lost to the world and she prayed, as she did every time, that she could bring him back.
Skin split in deep rivers of crimson red, spilling over pale flesh and becoming lost in black cloth. Heavy lashes fluttered over obsidian eyes that revisited horrors of the night, images of masked brethren clouding in mist and fog and rich white agony, ‘Traitor.’
She caught his arms as they flailed at phantom enemies and held her tears as his screams resounded in the dark stone room. His chest heaved as he pulled quick, panicked breaths. Calling him never helped, he was too far away to hear. She held his hands away from his body as he rode out the tremors that shot down his spine and breathed a sigh of relief as his features smoothed and the potion relaxed him.
She returned his hands to the bed and set to work on his wounds, carefully peeling back the layers of his regal attire to find skin and blood. Thunder cracked through the night and she jumped as the sound reverberated off the walls. The night was angry indeed.
She found him staggering up the front entrance, soaked to the bone and dripping with blood. He moved to speak but crashed headlong into the steps before any words left him.
With a final flick of her wand, the last of the deep lacerations closed. She replaced the smooth wood into her robes and collected a salve from the stores beside the bed. Slowly she covered the bruises, tracing the welts and hot flesh with the healing potion on the tips of her fingers.
When she was satisfied he was well attended to, she drew the sheets to his chest and smoothed his raven hair from his forehead, taking up her vigil at his bedside. Rain poured down the castle window in thick sheets and lightning flashed in the dark room. The fire glowed low and warm, not quite strong enough to read by.
‘There are few capable of handling Severus Snape, few compassionate enough to overlook his austere façade and inability to be human at times. Unfortunately, my dear Miss Granger, you have this letter in your possession. My time has come at last and it has come at the hands of Severus. Know that this was not his doing, and no doubt, he is worse off for it I am sad to say. He will return and Harry must not find him Hermione. You may ask why I chose to bestow this information to you, a student, as opposed to my staff. The answer is simple Miss Granger, you are not jaded, few will believe my words, and many will ignore them only to cause more complications. Tom knows of Severus’s work for the Light and his hour draws near without help. He will not accept it easily. This is no small task I ask of you, few of the Order know and will always be there when help is requested. Watch for him on the fifth night of term, keep heart.
Albus Dumbledore’
It seemed years ago that she sat on the front steps of the school, Fawks circling above, with the warn letter trembling in her hands. Her eighteenth birthday came and went with her nineteenth around the corner now, and so very little had changed. She turned away from her thoughts and studied his abused form, dimly lit in the sparse room.
He grimaced as his mouth moved in silent words, Dreamless Sleep failed him long ago, was it long ago? It seemed so.
“MY LORD, STOP THIS!”
Hermione jumped from her chair and pushed him back into the bed, his cry still echoing about the small chamber. His dark eyes shot open and he seized the front of her robes, “Run.”
An icy fist clutched her heart. She slowly turned her head, finally sensing another in the room, to stare into the beautiful eyes of Lucius. She had a vague awareness of spells from several points in the room as she flung herself in front of Severus before a hot, slicing sensation ripped across her back and sent her into dark oblivion.
*Let me know what you think please. Worth continuing? My Muse is on her own with this one, it came out of nowhere. I know this is a short chapter, if recieved well others will be longer.
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“Please…please drink.”
The vial in her fingers quivered slightly as she brought it to parched lips.
“You are in the castle again…lie still…you are in the castle.”
Sound and light twisted in between darkness and pain, white linen clashed with inky-black robes. A trembling hand groped the air in confusion as Latin spells washed over the room in melodic undertones.
“A…Albus”
She watched with a sinking heart as his eyes rolled back in his head and his body lurched. He always called for Albus in grave injury, forgetting the year, forgetting the past. He was lost to the world and she prayed, as she did every time, that she could bring him back.
Skin split in deep rivers of crimson red, spilling over pale flesh and becoming lost in black cloth. Heavy lashes fluttered over obsidian eyes that revisited horrors of the night, images of masked brethren clouding in mist and fog and rich white agony, ‘Traitor.’
She caught his arms as they flailed at phantom enemies and held her tears as his screams resounded in the dark stone room. His chest heaved as he pulled quick, panicked breaths. Calling him never helped, he was too far away to hear. She held his hands away from his body as he rode out the tremors that shot down his spine and breathed a sigh of relief as his features smoothed and the potion relaxed him.
She returned his hands to the bed and set to work on his wounds, carefully peeling back the layers of his regal attire to find skin and blood. Thunder cracked through the night and she jumped as the sound reverberated off the walls. The night was angry indeed.
She found him staggering up the front entrance, soaked to the bone and dripping with blood. He moved to speak but crashed headlong into the steps before any words left him.
With a final flick of her wand, the last of the deep lacerations closed. She replaced the smooth wood into her robes and collected a salve from the stores beside the bed. Slowly she covered the bruises, tracing the welts and hot flesh with the healing potion on the tips of her fingers.
When she was satisfied he was well attended to, she drew the sheets to his chest and smoothed his raven hair from his forehead, taking up her vigil at his bedside. Rain poured down the castle window in thick sheets and lightning flashed in the dark room. The fire glowed low and warm, not quite strong enough to read by.
‘There are few capable of handling Severus Snape, few compassionate enough to overlook his austere façade and inability to be human at times. Unfortunately, my dear Miss Granger, you have this letter in your possession. My time has come at last and it has come at the hands of Severus. Know that this was not his doing, and no doubt, he is worse off for it I am sad to say. He will return and Harry must not find him Hermione. You may ask why I chose to bestow this information to you, a student, as opposed to my staff. The answer is simple Miss Granger, you are not jaded, few will believe my words, and many will ignore them only to cause more complications. Tom knows of Severus’s work for the Light and his hour draws near without help. He will not accept it easily. This is no small task I ask of you, few of the Order know and will always be there when help is requested. Watch for him on the fifth night of term, keep heart.
Albus Dumbledore’
It seemed years ago that she sat on the front steps of the school, Fawks circling above, with the warn letter trembling in her hands. Her eighteenth birthday came and went with her nineteenth around the corner now, and so very little had changed. She turned away from her thoughts and studied his abused form, dimly lit in the sparse room.
He grimaced as his mouth moved in silent words, Dreamless Sleep failed him long ago, was it long ago? It seemed so.
“MY LORD, STOP THIS!”
Hermione jumped from her chair and pushed him back into the bed, his cry still echoing about the small chamber. His dark eyes shot open and he seized the front of her robes, “Run.”
An icy fist clutched her heart. She slowly turned her head, finally sensing another in the room, to stare into the beautiful eyes of Lucius. She had a vague awareness of spells from several points in the room as she flung herself in front of Severus before a hot, slicing sensation ripped across her back and sent her into dark oblivion.
*Let me know what you think please. Worth continuing? My Muse is on her own with this one, it came out of nowhere. I know this is a short chapter, if recieved well others will be longer.