Memoir
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,241
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Memoir
Memoir.
My name is Hermione Jean Granger. I am twenty six years old. Today is the day I die.
At 6:00pm today I will be publicly hanged with the final deatheaters.
It will be a public display of humiliation and death, reserved for the worst of us. But even now, on the dawn of my final day, I regret nothing.
They have allowed me parchment and ink and so I shall write my story, inside the seedy walls of Azkaban, my hair filthy and my skin grimy.
A brief overview of my situation would describe me as a fool in love, one who follows blindly into the darkness, led by the hand of her lover.
But its so much more than that. Even now I know he loves me, he sits in the cell a few blocks away, and I hear him scream my name at night. His anguished cries cause me pain, but warms me inside when I scream back.
I am beaten daily. The guards pay no mind to gender in this hell, the only place in the wizarding world with no racism or sexism, we are all treated equally, like filthy dogs.
He held my hand at sentencing, the sentence of death crashing down around us and yet as we shared a final kiss before being torn apart, being beaten and dominated into the submission of my cell.
I am fed next to nothing, I am not allowed to shower, the bathroom is a hole in the floor that reeks and smells.
And yet I know that I am loved, and that makes me impending death seem worth it.
He and I know a love that nobody else ever will.
And as I begin to write my memoir, I know that I made the right choice. He loves me.
Severus Snape Loves Me.
....
A/N: This is a plot bunny that jumped into my head, let me know what you think.
My name is Hermione Jean Granger. I am twenty six years old. Today is the day I die.
At 6:00pm today I will be publicly hanged with the final deatheaters.
It will be a public display of humiliation and death, reserved for the worst of us. But even now, on the dawn of my final day, I regret nothing.
They have allowed me parchment and ink and so I shall write my story, inside the seedy walls of Azkaban, my hair filthy and my skin grimy.
A brief overview of my situation would describe me as a fool in love, one who follows blindly into the darkness, led by the hand of her lover.
But its so much more than that. Even now I know he loves me, he sits in the cell a few blocks away, and I hear him scream my name at night. His anguished cries cause me pain, but warms me inside when I scream back.
I am beaten daily. The guards pay no mind to gender in this hell, the only place in the wizarding world with no racism or sexism, we are all treated equally, like filthy dogs.
He held my hand at sentencing, the sentence of death crashing down around us and yet as we shared a final kiss before being torn apart, being beaten and dominated into the submission of my cell.
I am fed next to nothing, I am not allowed to shower, the bathroom is a hole in the floor that reeks and smells.
And yet I know that I am loved, and that makes me impending death seem worth it.
He and I know a love that nobody else ever will.
And as I begin to write my memoir, I know that I made the right choice. He loves me.
Severus Snape Loves Me.
....
A/N: This is a plot bunny that jumped into my head, let me know what you think.