To Save A Serpent
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
13,803
Reviews:
76
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
And So It Ends
The tears were stinging her eyes as she pushed past Ron trying to hand Harry the vial before it slipped from her fingers and shattered to the floor. Harry had hardly put the stopper into it as he turned to go, but she sank to her knees. His eyes were almost lifeless, blood still gushing from his neck as she leaned over him, and wrapped one hand tightly against his. It was strange, feeling those hands so cold and so lifeless. Her chest was heaving, the other hand trembling as she reached into her blouse pulling out the tiny vial of clear liquid.
“Hermione!” she heard Harry hiss from the hidden passageway. “What are you doing? He’s dead, we need to go!”
Those words reverberating in her ear drowned out everything. But somehow she managed to spill the tears from the vial across his neck, a sob escaping her lips. Before she could look to see if they had been of any help she was yanked by the arm back into the hidden passageway. They had been too late. She had not been able to move fast enough to save Severus Snape.
She could never have told Harry and Ron, they never would have understood, especially not Harry. Her chest felt hollow, though her heart continued to thud inside its cavern as she crawled slowly behind the boys down the corridor. She’d been too late. They’d retrieved the memories as she’d been told they would have to, but he wasn’t meant to die at the fangs of a vicious man’s pet, not before her very eyes, not when she was just inches away the cure dangling around her neck.
That blue knowing twinkle seemed to flash into her mind. What seemed years ago, but was only hours prior, that bitter old man, so much like Albus in the face, had pressed the smile vial into her palm and whispered in her ear as she followed Harry and Ron through Ariana Dumbledore’s painting, “He’ll be needing this…you know who…”
But it all seemed completely impossible now. She’d been startled when the tiny vial had split into two, one an empty vial, the other filled with a clearish yet murky liquid, a red phoenix emblazoned on the cork. How he had known, she couldn’t be sure, but she gathered it was something to do with being Albus’ brother. Hermione hadn’t realized that she’d stopped midway in the tunnel lost in her own grief stricken thoughts.
“Hermione!” called Harry, gazing back at her. “Snap out of it!”
She shook her head, glossy wet eyes gazing forward toward him. “I’m sorry, I just- seeing someone die like that—”
“He was a right git, Hermione, look at what he did to George!” Ron called from somewhere up ahead.
“I know, h-he got what he deserved.” She practically choked on the words, forcing them through her lips. Harry said nothing, and they trudged through the tunnel the rest of the way in silence.
“Hermione!” she heard Harry hiss from the hidden passageway. “What are you doing? He’s dead, we need to go!”
Those words reverberating in her ear drowned out everything. But somehow she managed to spill the tears from the vial across his neck, a sob escaping her lips. Before she could look to see if they had been of any help she was yanked by the arm back into the hidden passageway. They had been too late. She had not been able to move fast enough to save Severus Snape.
She could never have told Harry and Ron, they never would have understood, especially not Harry. Her chest felt hollow, though her heart continued to thud inside its cavern as she crawled slowly behind the boys down the corridor. She’d been too late. They’d retrieved the memories as she’d been told they would have to, but he wasn’t meant to die at the fangs of a vicious man’s pet, not before her very eyes, not when she was just inches away the cure dangling around her neck.
That blue knowing twinkle seemed to flash into her mind. What seemed years ago, but was only hours prior, that bitter old man, so much like Albus in the face, had pressed the smile vial into her palm and whispered in her ear as she followed Harry and Ron through Ariana Dumbledore’s painting, “He’ll be needing this…you know who…”
But it all seemed completely impossible now. She’d been startled when the tiny vial had split into two, one an empty vial, the other filled with a clearish yet murky liquid, a red phoenix emblazoned on the cork. How he had known, she couldn’t be sure, but she gathered it was something to do with being Albus’ brother. Hermione hadn’t realized that she’d stopped midway in the tunnel lost in her own grief stricken thoughts.
“Hermione!” called Harry, gazing back at her. “Snap out of it!”
She shook her head, glossy wet eyes gazing forward toward him. “I’m sorry, I just- seeing someone die like that—”
“He was a right git, Hermione, look at what he did to George!” Ron called from somewhere up ahead.
“I know, h-he got what he deserved.” She practically choked on the words, forcing them through her lips. Harry said nothing, and they trudged through the tunnel the rest of the way in silence.