Second Life, Second Chance
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult
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3,043
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1
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Second Life, Second Chance
I tried for 100, just to be "normal," but 104 was where I kept ending up. So I went with it.
Second Life, Second Chance
Upon coming into blazing, filthy consciousness, the first thing he noticed was a dull, aching pain in the general vicinity of his neck. Was he dead? Surely not. In the course of his work and “extracurricular activities” Severus Snape had many near death experiences, and none like this. There was no denying it; for better or worse, he was still in the land of the living. It was disappointing, no, annoying, to him that he had not been released from the mortal coil. Still, there had to be a more dignified way of passing than bleeding out on the floor of the Shrieking Shack.
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He said a quick word of thanks to the deities that be regarding the non-venomous nature of reticulated pythons. As he was sitting up, another brilliant idea swept over him… his experiment had been a success! He had perfected the time-release blood replenishing potion, and none too soon. The Dark Lord would not try to kill him with the Elder Wand—Severus had led him to believe he was in control of the so-called “Death Stick.”
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“Death Stick.” How crude. Any fool knew there was much more to the Elder Wand than death. Surely even Potter realized that. There were so many things to which the Dark Lord had been blind. Many of them were the same things to which a young Severus Snape had been equally blind, or had pointedly chosen to ignore. What advantage had he that the Dark Lord lacked? The sense to straighten up and accept a second chance. A second chance at life, and more recently, a second chance at love. As he exited the Shack, finding her was the only thing on his mind.
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It was a beautiful day. Flowers were blooming, tree branches and tall grass were swaying in the breeze. The lake was the perfect temperature, he was sure. Perfect balance of shade and sunshine. The kind of day one might expect to be conducive to ridding the world of evil. Well, a big part of evil, anyway. Passing into the castle, he observed the dead, lined up. She wasn’t there. It was briefly but acutely disturbing to consider how much he resembled them, how he could have been one of them. Severus Snape, for the first time in his memory, was glad to be alive.
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He spotted her from across the Great Hall—she was all loveliness embodied, even disheveled as she was. She had been there when he had nearly died. She thought him to be dead. How had that made her feel? No worse than it had made him feel, surely…? Chance made her look up—or maybe it was the intensity of his gaze—and spot him crossing the hall and closing the distance between them.
“Then you aren’t—?” she asked.
“I never was.”
She reached up and touched his face, kissed him—there in front of everyone. For the first time, Severus Snape lived.
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“Let’s go,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him along behind her.
“Where?”
“Somewhere less crowded.”
“I have an idea,” he said, taking the lead.
It seemed as though the world had gone still and silent as most of the wizarding world watched them leave the Great Hall arm-in-arm. Stunned silence, perhaps. Neither cared.
They crossed the sun-drenched grounds and approached the lake. When he reached the row of trees, Severus sat on the ground and indicated to Hermione to do the same. She did, and he pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead.
“Marry me?” he asked quietly.
“Of course.”
***fin***
Second Life, Second Chance
Upon coming into blazing, filthy consciousness, the first thing he noticed was a dull, aching pain in the general vicinity of his neck. Was he dead? Surely not. In the course of his work and “extracurricular activities” Severus Snape had many near death experiences, and none like this. There was no denying it; for better or worse, he was still in the land of the living. It was disappointing, no, annoying, to him that he had not been released from the mortal coil. Still, there had to be a more dignified way of passing than bleeding out on the floor of the Shrieking Shack.
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He said a quick word of thanks to the deities that be regarding the non-venomous nature of reticulated pythons. As he was sitting up, another brilliant idea swept over him… his experiment had been a success! He had perfected the time-release blood replenishing potion, and none too soon. The Dark Lord would not try to kill him with the Elder Wand—Severus had led him to believe he was in control of the so-called “Death Stick.”
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“Death Stick.” How crude. Any fool knew there was much more to the Elder Wand than death. Surely even Potter realized that. There were so many things to which the Dark Lord had been blind. Many of them were the same things to which a young Severus Snape had been equally blind, or had pointedly chosen to ignore. What advantage had he that the Dark Lord lacked? The sense to straighten up and accept a second chance. A second chance at life, and more recently, a second chance at love. As he exited the Shack, finding her was the only thing on his mind.
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It was a beautiful day. Flowers were blooming, tree branches and tall grass were swaying in the breeze. The lake was the perfect temperature, he was sure. Perfect balance of shade and sunshine. The kind of day one might expect to be conducive to ridding the world of evil. Well, a big part of evil, anyway. Passing into the castle, he observed the dead, lined up. She wasn’t there. It was briefly but acutely disturbing to consider how much he resembled them, how he could have been one of them. Severus Snape, for the first time in his memory, was glad to be alive.
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He spotted her from across the Great Hall—she was all loveliness embodied, even disheveled as she was. She had been there when he had nearly died. She thought him to be dead. How had that made her feel? No worse than it had made him feel, surely…? Chance made her look up—or maybe it was the intensity of his gaze—and spot him crossing the hall and closing the distance between them.
“Then you aren’t—?” she asked.
“I never was.”
She reached up and touched his face, kissed him—there in front of everyone. For the first time, Severus Snape lived.
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“Let’s go,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him along behind her.
“Where?”
“Somewhere less crowded.”
“I have an idea,” he said, taking the lead.
It seemed as though the world had gone still and silent as most of the wizarding world watched them leave the Great Hall arm-in-arm. Stunned silence, perhaps. Neither cared.
They crossed the sun-drenched grounds and approached the lake. When he reached the row of trees, Severus sat on the ground and indicated to Hermione to do the same. She did, and he pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead.
“Marry me?” he asked quietly.
“Of course.”
***fin***