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Necessary Sacrifices	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 31254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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�the salt is laid, my Lord� Severus
said quietly.� He had just apparated to
his master�s side.� They were in the
dungeons.�

The Dark Lord was walking from room to room appraising the contents.�

A small boy trailed after him with his thumb in his mouth staring at the
strange looking gestalt with wide innocent googly eyes.�

Only one...� It would
not be enough.�

It was a miserable fact that even most of the youngest
prisoners here were no longer virginal.� His
master generally had no particular interest in whether the death eaters visited
and took their pleasure with the inhabitants.

�I have no time to call for others to go hunting, Severus.� You know what we require.� You will bring back two offerings.�

Children, Severus.�
There must be no errors.�

I will retrieve two more.� If you find
more.. bring them.� I do not know if five will be enough and
there can be no breaking off to fetch more when the summoning is
complete.��

Severus nodded grimly.�
He had never had to do this before.. even in the worst times.. he had
never killed children..

this was an abomination.�

Part of his mind was arguing that Hermione would not want
this, no matter what might be currently befalling her.� But the rest of his mind had become affected
by the increasing urgency of the Dark Lord.�

His master was seldom flustered and that was the state he was nearly
approaching now.�

He watched as the Dark Lord pointed his wand at the small boy, casting
incarcerous, to which the little fellow responded by bursting into tears.� He was promptly banished to the chamber that Severus
had just finished preparing according to the transferred sketch that the Dark
Lord had given him.�

He had not been allowed to touch the book in question.�

Apparently, according to the Dark Lord, the book required certain rituals and
sacrifices before it tolerated one reading it. He had not performed the rituals
in question, therefore the book would attack him if he
touched it.��

Without hesitation the Dark Lord apparated away.�

Severus himself hesitated only a moment to think of where he
might go and then apparated to the county general hospital.�

In the children�s ward, everything was silent and still at
one am.� Muggle children slept in their
beds innocently.� He entered a room in
which eight children lay and cast a silencio on the
room.�

He would need to apparate more than once.�

Quickly he stupefied all in quick succession and selected the four girls in the
room. �Their blood was a more highly
sought potions ingredient so he presumed their innocence might
..taste..better for the creatures.��

Levitating and grabbing hold of the two closest girls he tried to banish from
his mind the thought of what he was doing.�
What they were about to do.�

This was..the most terrible thing
he had ever done..

...ever considered doing.�

He could run..

he could simply return to Hogwarts and inform Dumbledore
what was taking place right now..

but the rage at Albus was sharp and bitter.

He had obliviated
him.. he had abducted Hermione..
a student.. a prodigy.. the girl he knew Severus
had been rather secretly partial to for a while now.. Potters friend..�

Albus was no longer to be trusted.�

He fumed internally � how had the man even managed to obliviate him?!�

There was no way he could have drugged him.. he would never fall for something like that.. especially not if he were already suspicious when he
returned from the Dark Lord.�

He must have threatened him in some way. Somehow forced him
to comply.�

Although.. he doubted even Albus
prodigious abilities to persuade and inflict guilt could have persuaded him to
let down his defences at that point.�

Perhaps he had threatened Hermione..�

He didn�t imagine there was much else the man could use against him.� It was likely. It was entirely possible then,
that she could be in some state of danger.�

The impatient urgency of the Dark Lord unsettled him
too.� It was entirely unnatural for the
man and disproportionate.�

His conviction when he insisted that they were running out of time was
unmistakeable.�

Either he was a seer.. and Severus
was almost certain he was not.. or he had a spell upon
her.. and while this was neither here nor there � if
the Dark Lord could feel such a spell, he could trace her position and he
seemed unable to do that..

...or there was more to the story than he had been
informed.�

He suspected the latter.

However.. if what his master
was saying was true then it was more important to try to get her back than to
think about that idea.�

At all.�

He would put it from his mind until he knew Hermione was
safe.�

Hermione was not safe.�
She was sitting on the floor near tears because she had figured out a
way to reverse the cornucopia spell but it seemed that there was some
protection against sentient beings passing through it.� She could feed the cornflakes through it,
could toss spoons and bread and apples and pumpkin juice..
she could put yoghurt
through it.. and that was a living creature of sorts..
but it would not allow her hand to pass through the window.� It felt as smooth and unbreachable
as steel.�

The ward was a few metres outside the door now.� She could see it from where she sat, it
looked slithery and slick in the torchlight.��

Her last plan to get out through the pantry had failed and she had no more
ideas.�

She had turned the mirror around in the hopes that Dumbledore
might come back and she could beg him not to let her die..
but it remained black .�

So she sat on the floor with her knees pressed to her chest and her arms
wrapped around them.�

It wouldn�t be long now until the ward was in the room.

The Dark Lord stood within the small protective circle at
the head of the larger restraining circle for the..entity.. to
cross into this dimension within.�

The tied bodies of five children lay stacked to the side at his feet.�

He was not looking at them.�

It was true that he had done many..
objectively seen.. quite
terrible things.. And he had killed children before.� it did not bother
him.� They were needed and their little
muggle lives were not worth too much in comparison with the witch they would
buy.�

He was not looking at them because they were conscious and would start to panic
and cry when he turned his face upon them.�

They seemed to believe they were sleeping and this was a nightmare.� He was quite content for them to continue
doing so.�

The pop of Severus arriving caused him to turn. �He frowned disapprovingly at his two tiny
offerings.� �Is that all?��

The man pulled a grimace.

�No my Lord.�
There are more.� Will two be
enough?!�

The Dark Lord raised an eyebrow. �How many are there?�

Severus flinched. �Four more� he said, clearly lying.�

It mattered little.. that would make it eleven.�
Eleven was a more powerful number than nine.� �Bring them all� he commanded.�

The potions master looked ill but apparated away.�

After he had returned for the second time, and the
protective circle was very nearly filled with little restrained bodies, the Dark
Lord ordered him into it with him and told him not to move or speak, regardless
what might happen.�

He gave him a handwritten parchment with the words needed to banish the demon,
should the worst occur and he make a fatal error.� Severus accepted it uncomfortably.�

The Dark Lord thought he should possibly send the man away.. but he found himself unwilling
to do so.� He could require his help at
some point.��

He pulled himself together and took a few minutes to focus his intent and
internalize the words he would say.�

When he felt himself sufficiently assembled, he began the invocation.�

As he spoke, his voice measured and intonation precise he
felt the atmosphere in the room gradually shifting.�

It was nothing blatant.. the
torches did not flare black or the air become icy � the atmosphere merely
became oppressive..

he felt heavy and turgid, as if time had slowed.�

Then he heard the sound.�
It was like nails upon blackboards.�

It was no sound.. it was a
sensation in the mind..

His vision altered and he saw pale white shadows around the torches, shimmers
around the circle he faced.�

There was a darkening in the air before him, no cloud or smoke, simply that the torchlight did not penetrate as
far, their light receded until there was an area of deep shadow in the centre
of the room.�

He completed the last long strange word in the invocation
and stilled.�

There was a vague shifting in the dark before him and then a high pitched voice
that sounded like a multitude of voices speaking at once slightly out of phase
uttered the word �Tom...��

It sounded familiar..�

Of all the luck..

but it was not luck, he was certain. �He had experimented with the book twice
only.� Both times had
been terrifying.� The second time
he had received an entity which spoke in a multitude of different voices at
times and clearly knew everything about him.�

He had almost slipped up when it taunted him about his mother and father. �

Obviously, coming so close to winning his soul (he wondered..
could the demon even take his soul, as divided as it was?!) the creature had.. hung around.. so to
speak.�

Time was somewhat different to these things.�
A human lifetime was something like a few minutes in their experience.

Moreover.. for some of them,
the past and the future were the same thing, so it was possible, he supposed,
that the entity had known he would be returning shortly, from its
perspective.�

He steeled himself.�

�Name thyself� he demanded coldly.�

There was a gurgly laugh from a
hundred voices, overwhelmingly children, upsettingly enough.�

�You have not learned respect yet, Tom..�
it taunted.�

�we are Liastra.� And you are Tom Riddle.� Who is the other?� His energy is greater than yours.� We would rather speak with him.�

The Dark Lord gritted his teeth. �He is not for you.� The blood of these children will be yours for
your obedience to my commands.��

There was a writhing and uncoiling within the darkness, but he
could not make it out.

�What is it you desire us to do Tom..
ask us and we shall provide.��

He bit his cheek.�

�No.� I will tell you what to do, demon and when you obey, I will reward you
with these children.��

The burbling laugh sounded again. �Make your request.. we shall consider it��

Tom bared his teeth. �No request, Liastra
� I am ordering you to name and
describe the location of Hermione Granger at this moment.�

You shall receive.. two of these tasty little
children for your information.� So
innocent.. so fresh.��

There was a long pause.. and then a familiar voice sounded from the darkness.� He swallowed and heard the gasp behind
him.�

It was the girl�s voice.� It was Hermione.� She said in a sultry voice �Tom... do you
miss me?� I miss you.� I�m trapped in a
kitchen, Tom!� It�s got blue and white
tiles on the floor and yellow wallpaper and I�m going to die here very..very.. soon.�

The Dark Lord growled in frustration as the multitude of
voices laughed at him.� The damned
creature had obeyed his orders exactly but its information was completely
useless.� He needed to be more
specific.� He would have to reward it for
nothing and the information that Hermione was truly in mortal peril did not
help him to focus his thoughts to avoid misphrasing. �

Gritting his teeth he levitated two of the children who
immediately started screaming frantically and struggling ineffectually against
their bonds.�

The others also took up the cries and wriggled, trying to get away.� With his other hand he wandlessly immobilised
them, turning his attention back to the two screaming in the air.�

The demon emitted a sound like gasping and gnashing and
sucking.� He ignored it and moved the
tiny bodies out over the large circle.�

They hovered at the edge of the darkness.�
With his other hand he used a severing charm, opening their tiny
throats.�

The darkness immediately swarmed forward and surrounded them, they vanished
into its depths and their panicked terrified screams cut off and were replaced
with wet meaty sounds.�

The Dark Lord put the imaginings of what caused those sounds
out of his mind and focused his mind.��

He was trying to think of a way to phrase his demand so that there were no
loopholes.� Finally he thought he had it..�

�Liastra.�
He intoned, seeking the demon�s attention once again.�

There was nothing as defined as a face or a body but a subtle shift in the
darkness informed him that the intelligence before him had turned its focus
once more toward him.�

�You will now retrieve Hermione Granger from her present location, ensuring
that no harm comes to her through her transport, and will bring her here and
give her to me.�

You are not to harm her or cause her to be harmed in any way.��

He waited, nerves jangling, for the demon�s response.�

The voice that spoke was his own.� A younger him.� It spoke petulantly.� �We do not want to.� We would rather stay here and speak with you,
Tom.� We know so many things.. what else would you like to
know?� We could tell you whether the boy
will kill you..�
We could tell you how you might truly become immortal and ageless.. you need only ask.��

The Dark Lord grimaced. �It is useless to try to tempt me,
fiend.�� I have told you what I have use for.��

The creature tried again, this time in Hermione�s unnatural
sultry voice again.� �Tell us the name of
the other behind you.� Make it
speak.� Do this and we will consider your
request.��

Tom hissed and clenched his hand on his wand.

�It was no request Liastra.� I have told you that he is not for you.� His name is of no bearing here.� You cannot have him.� You may have these delicious little children
if you obey the order I gave you to immediately retrieve Hermione Granger from
her present location and bring her to me without harming her or allowing her to
come to harm.��

The demon whined in Hermione�s voice.� �We want to know his name...such a small
thing, Tom.� You ask so much of us.�

He responded irritatedly �And I
will reward you for what I have as..commanded of
you��

A flush of cold sweat washed over him.�
Fuck.� He needed to finish this
quickly and send the thing away.�

Hermione laughed sexily at him. �Mmmm...
we can smell your fear, Tom..�

In exasperation and barely suppressed panic he flicked his
wand at one of the immobilized children, bringing it into his arms and
vanishing the ropes..�
He used the wand to open the little girl�s tiny wrist.�

The blood poured out.�

He raised the girl�s arm and flicked the blood into the darkness before
him.�

There was a hissing and yattering.
��Mmmore..� Hermione groaned.. her voice slightly too deep.�
There was a blatant sexual component to the moan.�

�Obey the command I gave you and you shall have them all, Liastra.� I shall
feed them all to you when it is complete.��

Hermione demanded breathily �No.. now!.. this one
now!. Give her to usss and we shall bring Hermione Granger
here and then we will have the others.�
It is agreed?�

Tom used his wand to heal the wound on the blond childs wrist, ignoring the angry
buzzing and hissing that rose out of the darkness at the act.�

The terrified little eyes of the tiny girl pled with him.�

He looked back up at the darkness.�
�There is no bargain between
us, Liastra.� I
have given you an order.� When you comply
I will reward you with the blood of all these children.�

So many tasty little children.��

In a mockery of affection he cuddled the little girl to him, rocking her.

Abruptly there was a shifting in the darkness. �You drive a
hard bargain, Tom� his father�s mocking arrogant voice said.�

He nearly stamped his food in rage. �NO BARGAIN, DEMON.� OBEY MY
COMMAND!!� he cried in fury.�

The gurgly laughter of small
children sounded and then the darkness dissipated abruptly, the torchlight
venturing until the entire circle was illuminated.�

He half turned and fixed Severus with a hard expression, one
finger on his lips. �It was not over.� Simply because the thing did not appear to be
present, did not mean it was not.�

He stroked the back of the little blond girl absently, staring ahead.� Waiting.

Hermione was crying. She was seriously considering taking
off the amulet. �Her hands were on the
clasp at the back of her neck, picking at it unhappily.�

The blue sizzling ward was inside the room.�

The doors were blocked off.� There was
only this room now.�

It moved less each time now, only a half a metre or so, but
it also moved once an hour instead of once every two hours.��

She had about three cubic metres of space.�

It was three forty five am.. almost four.� It would
move again at ten past four, she knew.�

She was curled with her knees against her chest in the
centre of the bubble.�

The mirror was outside the blue membrane now.� She hadn�t had time to grab it when the ward
had moved through the wall and across the counter.�

The mirror didn�t seem to be damaged, but it was still black.�

She was shaking violently, trying to decide whether she could
live with forgetting about Tom and possibly ending up being responsible for his
death.�

She would never remember that she hadn�t wanted to hurt him.�

Was that better or worse than remembering?!�

Was it better to be alive?� If she were alive,
perhaps he might still somehow find her and save her.�

But then she would be terrified!� She�d think of him as Professor Dumbledore
wanted her to think and his presence would be horrific.�

Perhaps he would find a way to undo what had been done.�

Or perhaps she�d just somehow come to adapt and fall for him despite the
programming.�

Either way.. it was a
chance.� It was a single hope.�

Dying would mean the end of chances.�

She fingered the clasp, digging her nail under the catch
mechanism and pulling it down.�

Swallowing and hating herself she undid the clasp gingerly and let the necklace
fall into her hand.�

Suddenly it was as if the torches all started to grow
dim.� She looked around in panic.� Was there something set up to recognise the
moment she took off the pendant?!�

The room was growing darker by the second!�

She looked up at the mirror and the blackness suddenly slid
aside and she saw Dumbledore�s face peering close to the class with an alarmed
expression.� He whirled
away from the surface and only a few seconds later she heard the crack and
peered through the darkness to where she dimly registered someone had apparated
in.�

It was far too dark now.�

The sky had been lightening outside before .� This was almost Peruvian darkness powder
levels of dark.� She lifted her hand and
could not see it before her eyes.�

There was a zip sound and she felt a sudden release as the
ward in the room was lifted and then there were heavy steps rushing
forward.�

They didn�t reach her.�

She cried out in shock as she was suddenly lifted from the
ground and hovered in the air.� She felt.. it felt very strange.. like.. increasingly solid wet hot
coils and ropes around her. Like being immersed in hot supersized spaghetti or
something.. but..the texture was different.�
It was like.. tongues..or.. warm slightly rough textured
slimy muscles.�

The sensation grew stronger and it felt like she was turning in the mass of coils and tubes.�

It was..disgusting..both inexplicably
pleasurable and arousing and intensely horrifyingly
disturbing at the same time.�

She couldn�t breathe but she felt like she didn�t need to.

She hung in the dark void for what seemed a long time.�

Eventually she slowly stopped panicking and curled into the things surrounding
her, unable to deny the comforting, teasing sensations she was being forced to
experience.�

It was..entirely impersonal..faceless..empty.. she couldn�t see anything..
nor had she any sense of a person..entity..
or any single point at which she might direct her
attention.�

There was just this..coiling.. shifting..mass..everywhere.. in the darkness all around her.�

Stroking and caressing and rubbing and entangling
itself around her gently.�

She whimpered as it slid around her thighs, her torso..
her neck.. over her face.. it was moving everywhere.. soft
muscle and slickness.�

Had her clothes melted away?�
It was on her skin all over her body.. such an alien sensation and yet bizarrely familiar..� relaxing...subduing..�

A rope as wide as her arm was sliding between her legs and up, curling up over her
hip and around.� She felt herself gently
eased open.. splayed and
wanted to pull herself back into a curled protective ball but somehow the
constant writhing and tangling coils around her were soporific.. hypnotically pleasurable.. and the
sensation of the undulating muscle at her crux was delicious.�

She moaned.� The writhing around her
seemed to increase in response.� Slick
oily ropes slid over her breasts and the coil at her throat tightened and
loosened rhythmically in time with the movement around her.�

She felt something like a pointed tip of one of the snakelike muscled tubes
slide down the crack of her buttocks, probing and then it curled up and teased
at the entrance to her vagina.�

She tried to move away , writhing against the wrapped
loops around her thighs, her waist.. her arms and
neck.. all of them pulsing and sliding constantly over
her skin.�

It was ineffectual and soon she felt the protuberance delve inside her, filling
her...thickening.� She groaned helplessly, moving her hips
mindlessly at the throbbing pumping sensation.�

It seemed like everything tightened around her and grew hotter; Oily slick warm
and she was sweating inside the void of stroking pressing muscle.�

She strained against the coils and whatever was - she couldn�t deny it - fucking her.. so satisfyingly.�

The ropes at her throat and thighs only tightened, pulling her and forcing her
to endure the pleasure.� She yelped at
the wonderful hungry ache the movement between her legs aroused in her, moving
into its pulses, tightening her muscles inside.�

And then she was screaming as she shattered, coming apart in bliss.�

There was a sound like hundreds of voices gasping or sighing
and she felt whatever it was slowly retreat as the coils around her loosened and
slid around her as they had in the beginning ...which felt somehow more..comforting.. than arousing.. in some indefinable
way. ��

She curled herself gently and the hot wet ropes allowed it
and enfolded her almost tenderly.�

She felt them slowly becoming less tangible and then she was floating in an
empty formless void again.�

Slowly the darkness before her retreated and then she saw to
her utter bafflement Tom! �

He was holding a little girl cuddled against his chest.� She had her arms around his neck and her face
buried in his chest.�

How peculiar!

And behind him stood Professor
Snape.�

Both of them were looking rather startled..
shocked even.�

She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong.�
And how she�d got here and what was going on.. but she ended up saying nothing because Tom beat her to the
chase and commanded �Be silent Hermione!�

She floated peacefully toward him slowly until she stopped
perhaps a metre and a half away and then a voice behind her..
or rather .. a lot of voices behind her speaking in
unison from one place.. said �we want this one instead.� Her pleasure is more delicious than their
innocence. We will take her with us.��

She felt horror flood through her as her mind suddenly
pieced together her environment.�

Tom was standing in a white circle with Professor Snape and a
lot of children..
and there was something behind her that was holding
her floating in darkness and had just..

oh god.. Oh bloody fucking hell.�

Had she just had some kind of weird sexual relations with a demon?!� It had been so hard to think and she�d been...wherever..for
such a long time..

She unfolded from her curled position in the air.. realising she really was naked.

�NO!� Tom demanded. �No.�
She is not for you either, Liastra!!� You cannot have her.� I command you to give her to me now! �Obey me, demon!� You shall have the children instead!��

She could see how panicked he was.�

He pulled the small girl�s arm from around his neck and slashed at her wrist
with his wand, slicing it open and flicking the blood past Hermione.�

She heard a hissing and gasping much like that which had surrounded her when
she�d come in the black tentacle void but less pervasive.�

�More..� the voices hissed and wheedled.� �Give us more, Tom..
We will consider giving you this
one.�

She watched in appalled horror as Tom, without any
hesitation pulled the rather pretty little girl off him and levitated her past Hermione
into the darkness.�

She was silencioed and her little mouth was wide and
screaming as she floated, struggling, back out of Hermione�s view.�

He made a slashing motion with his other hand and she heard the voices behind
her chittering and gasping and slurping along with
meaty gristly cracking and crunching sounds.�

Bile rose up in her throat.�

Oh god.� Oh god..

There were..she counted..eight children on the floor around
him..� He was going to
..to feed eight children to
the thing behind her if he had to, in order to get her from the entity.��

Tom stood tensely, waiting.�
His knuckles around his wand were white and he did not meet her eyes,
staring instead into the blackness behind her.��

Professor Snape met her eyes however and she read in them terror and disgust
and guilt and longing.� Clearly he did
not want to be doing this either.�

The voice that emanated out of the darkness behind her
startled her and she flinched. �It was
her own voice but it didn�t sound like her at all.� It was dark.. and cold.. and perhaps� even a bit sexy she was shocked to
recognise.� She could not possibly speak
like that if she tried � it would come out sounding put on and ridiculous.�

The voice purred.. �Mmmmm...
lovely!..�� Give
us the others, Tom.� We are still hungry..��

Tom snarled, his lip pulling up.� �No demon!�
You shall receive the others when Hermione Granger is in my arms
unharmed, as was your order.��

He levitated a small boy into his arms and repeated his previous action,
flicking the blood.�

There were sighs and gasps behind her and after a few seconds her own voice
floated out of the black, poutily. ��We had not tasted this one then.� She is worth more than the children
alone.� Give us the one behind you too
and we will give her to you..we swear it.��

Tom gritted his teeth and obviously sensing what Professor Snape
was about to do, thrust his left hand behind him, holding the man frozen in
place and silencing him.�

He remained immobile but his eyes protested angrily.

�No Liastra.� Tom said.. a slightly desperate tone to his
voice� �You cannot have either of
them.� They are mine...� You may have the children after I have Hermione
Granger in my arms unharmed...and...and ...I believe I
will call upon you again.. at some point..by name.. and give you further blood sacrifices.�� You are..a most powerful and clever creature, Liastra...but If yo..If I am displeased..
I shall never summon you again... and I know you do enjoy..chatting.��

Hermione shivered at the breathy chuckling behind her. �Tom...
you are learning respect..� a multitude of voices
pronounced.

�Very well.� We
will settle for the children now and
you will come and speak with us again��

Hermione found herself drifting forward again and Tom
virtually snatched her out of the air as soon as she was within grasp of his
fingertips.�

She heard the laughter behind her again as she was pulled hard against him and
clamped to his chest hard.�

She wrapped her arms around his waist and clung to him, burying her face in his
robe, not wanting to see what she knew he was doing with the hand that had left
her back.�

The crunching and cracking and gristely
smacking and sucking was frenzied now and there were
..orgiastic moans.. from multitudes of voices.. from children.. it
was the most abhorrent perverse thing she had ever heard.�

She felt Tom�s hand return and stroke her head soothingly.�

He urged her down to the ground wordlessly and she lowered herself to kneel low
at his feet, clinging to his knees, her face turned in to his robes.�

She heard him incanting something, obviously some banishing
ritual and paid no more attention to it.�
It was over..�
she was safe.�

The knowledge that children had just died because of her..
because she had been stupid enough not to run away from
the headmaster when she might have had the chance.. sickened
her.�

At the same time it felt unbelievably ungrateful to criticise Tom.. to dare to criticise the Dark
Lord.. for what was probably the only way to save
her.�

She became suddenly aware that he had finished whatever he
had been doing because he bent and gripped her under the arms, lifting her up
and against him.�

She felt her legs wrap around him automatically somehow.� It felt like being a child again.�

Her arms around his neck and her head leaned against his shoulder..he was so much bigger than her she realised mildly.� She clung and closed her eyes and let herself
be carried out of the room.�

Neither Tom nor Professor Snape said anything.�

She didn�t even move when she felt herself apparated and cracked her eyes only
wide enough to recognise Tom�s... the Dark Lord�s... Tom�s..
study.�

A crack alerted her that Professor Snape had followed.��

Movement had ceased and she opened her eyes wearily to look
up at Tom�s expression.� He seemed to be
indecisive about something.�

She wondered vaguely what it was but it didn�t matter much..
she pulled herself tighter and buried her face in his
neck.�

She felt his face turn down to her slightly. �

After a while she felt him sigh and his voice when he spoke
vibrated against her pleasantly in his throat and chest.

�Severus...I must rest.� Hermione will
come with me.� You...may join us... or
you may rest in my study.� ...you may
also return to Hogwarts if you desire.. I will not force you to remain.��

Her Professor�s voice came from directly behind her.� She felt what was probably a finger brush
down her cheek..

�I..would like to join you..my
Lord... if I may.� I will return to
Hogwarts only if you ask it of me.��

She felt Tom sigh beneath her again.� He muttered �I hope I shall not have to�,
turning on the spot and walking through into the bedroom.��

She struggled slightly and he stopped

�What is it?� he asked concerned.�

�I want to wash..� she said
tiredly.� �please...��

She felt him flinch and then their direction altered and he
carried her into the ensuite bathroom.� She heard water start to run and he sat on
the edge of the tub with her.� His hand
stroked her hair again slowly.�

�I regret...what happened to you..� he murmured softly
next to her ear and she curled around him more tightly.�� He whispered very softly �I will never send
you away again.��

After a while the bath was full and he stood.� But instead of lowering her into it, he waved
and dissolved his robes as he had once before and simply stepped into the tub
with her still wrapped about him.�

She leaned up slightly to see his face.�
He looked defensive...it was an unnatural look on his face.�

She unwound herself as he lowered them both and stretched out to lay on top of him in the water.

He didn�t unwrap his arms from around her but slouched
lower in the tub till only their heads were above the water.�

She turned her head to rest it on his other shoulder,
getting a crick in her neck and when she looked up, toward the bathroom she saw
Professor Snape in the doorway with an intense indecipherable expression on his
face.� It had something of need and envy.. something of loss and acceptance
and a lot of realization.�

She wasn�t sure what to feel.�

Tom had expressed quite unswervingly that he did not and would not share
her.� But it hurt to see Professor Snape
hurt.� She cared for him.

Maybe she didn�t feel for him what she felt for..for..the Dark Lord..for Tom Riddle..but she found him attractive and she respected him.. wanted him to be happy.�

Swallowing, she whispered softly to Tom �please..��

He knew exactly what her oblique plea referred to because he
sighed long sufferingly and responded.� �I have already invited him into the bed, Hermione.� Do you want me to order him into the bath?!� It is not appropriately sized for three.. I do not habitually host orgies in my chambers. �You
are being trying and I am
exhausted.��

At these words Professor Snape at the door seemed to startle.�

He vanished out of the room and she thought he had left..
She was about to react when he returned again..only.. he didn�t have his robes or shirt on!�

Professor Snape had been buttoned up to the chin almost for as long as she had
known him.� He didn�t have an acknowledged body to her, just a
mental construct in her mind...thus it was almost scandalous to see him naked
from the waist up.�

She goggled, gaping, as he strode without a moment�s hesitation to the side of
the bathtub and lowered himself to his knees.�

She felt Tom turn his face toward him wearily.� �yes. ��You may� was all he said and slowly..reluctantly, he unwound his arms from around her.�

She was about to protest their removal when she felt her hair gathered, twisted
and tucked over her shoulder and then a lathery sponge was pressed to her upper
back.�

Relaxing, she gave herself over to Severus� ministrations.�

At some point Tom turned her over and she leaned back with
her head on his shoulder.�

His hands brushed gently over her, sometimes at her hips, sometimes her waist
as Severus smoothed the soft sponge all over her.�

If he took slightly longer around her breasts and the apex of her thighs she
was too tired to really notice or mind.�
It all felt very nice.�

Tom pressed a kiss to the side of her head as she lay, relaxed, her eyes
closed, nearly dozing.�

She allowed herself to be manipulated like a rag doll when she
was sat up and her hair washed carefully by Severus gentle hands.�

Finally he wiped her face with a flannel.�

She barely registered being dried and carried to the bed.

The last thing she felt was the reassuring warmth on both
sides of her as she drifted away from the turbulent events of the day into
blessed respite.

Harry kept dropping off.. Snape had
been gone for a long time.. he
was more than a little worried.�

What if Voldemort had killed him?�

He had been feeling some weird things.�

He was agitated and then he was scared for a whole while.. which dovetailed with his own
feelings since Snape didn�t come back so he wasn�t sure what to make of it..

but then he�d felt inexplicably relieved and pleased and that bloody wasn�t anything he was feeling.�

It was morning and he�d been up all night.�

Snape had told him not to sleep so he�d forced himself.� He had to get up and walk around all the time
to keep himself awake in the silent dim room.�
He�d taken four showers to wake himself up.�

Class would be starting in half an hour and he was in no shape to go.� He�d fall asleep in arithmancy and what was
going to happen in DADA if Snape still wasn�t back?!� �

He hadn�t even bothered to rouse himself to get
dressed.� No.. if Snape came back he wanted to be waiting here.��

Just then though there was a violent banging on the
door.�

He smiled, almost willing to bet a million galleons that it
was Ron � he was the only one who knocked like that.� A voice yelling for Snape to open up
confirmed it.�

His face fell suddenly and he ran for the door -� Last time Ron had done this..he�d told him about..about Hermione.� Maybe something else had happened!�

He wrenched the door wide, looking into Ron�s furious face.�

When Ron saw him in just his pajama pants he seemed
to turn even redder and rushed in, looking around suspiciously.�

�Snape�s not here, Ron� Harry reassured him wearily. �He..Voldemort called him and he hasn�t come back.��

Ron�s expression flashed through pleased, troubled and then confused�

�Well if he doesn�t come back then how are we supposed to know whether you know
who has Mione?!�� Harry turned away and
padded over to the sofa, throwing himself down.�
With difficulty he forced himself to tell his friend what he would want
to be told if it was the other way around

�He does, Ron.� Snape
went to him the day before yesterday and..well.. it�s not good anyway.�
He wouldn�t tell me how she was.��

Ron trudged over to him and dropped himself onto the sofa
beside him. �Oh Merlin, Harry... what are we going to do?!� We have to get her back!� I can�t even think about what he might be doing.. it just makes everything hurt..we have to save her!� Harry!� I love her!�
I�m going to marry Mione someday!��

Harry didn�t meet his eyes.

One day, obviously, he was going to lose his friendship with Ron because as
noble as he might want to be, there was no
way he�d let him have Mione.�

She was too good for him by far.�

Last year he�d forced himself to be the bigger man and do the right thing,
seeing how she was shy around Ron and seemed interested in him..that way.. and what had the git done?�
He�d gone and shagged the one girl that Hermione couldn�t stand most in
the world.�

And she wasn�t even worth it.� �Lav Lav� was what was called an
�easy lay�.. before Ron had
started to actually date her - with revolting results. She was really irritating
to have to be around - she�d slept with half the Gryffindor boys.�

She�d had a crack at Harry but he�d kindly, firmly told her he was interested
in someone else.

Lavender would shag anyone �and really nobody except Ron had ever wanted more
than the occasional no strings attached tumble with her.��

And Ron had probably only done it to rub it in Mione�s face!�

He�d hung all over her with his tongue down her throat at
every opportunity when Mione was around.�
Harry had seen her crying more than once.�

Ron was a complete prat when it came
to Mione and even if Harry never managed to win her (though he was sure he
could if it weren�t for everything happening) he�d really try to quietly
encourage her not to date Ron.�

He could just see him cheating on her and then trying to blame her for it
somehow.�

Ron was many things but the right guy for Mione was not one of them. �

�You have a plan, right, Harry?� Ron was asking him
worriedly.�

Harry shook his head slightly.� He didn�t.�
He had no idea what to do.� He
didn�t even know how he could get to Voldemort
� before Snape had gone, he might have been able to somehow make him take him
there.. but then Snape had
already said that that would be pointless so Harry didn�t know what to do.�

The fire in front of them both suddenly flared green, making
Harry jump.� A tiny irrational little
hope rose that it would be Snape, but Professor Dumbledore stepped
through.� He looked much the worse for
wear.�

�Harry.. has
Professor Snape returned?� he asked, concerned.�

Harry shook his head and the headmaster�s face fell.�

�I..was off school grounds when he left...he..� did he say anything
to you before he departed, Harry?��

Harry thought about it and then shook his head again. �Not
really.� Just that he didn�t want to go
and that I should stay awake.�

I�m..I�m really tired sir..�
he admitted unhappily.�

The headmaster seemed to hesitate unsure about
something.� After a few seconds he pulled
his hand out of his pocket and showed them both what he held.�

It was Mione�s necklace.

Harry leapt up and looked into the weary face with alarm. �Is she.. did you find.. Headmaster!!�

He couldn�t articulate his thoughts properly.

�No Harry� the kind voice said quietly.� �It came by owl.� I have checked it and it is not cursed.� It is Hermione�s necklace, as I see you
recognise.� I..thought
she might like you to...look after it for her.�

Harry became aware of Ron looking covetously at the
necklace, beside him.�

�But more importantly Harry.. I
have spent all night placing very complicated enchantments upon it.� When you wear it, Voldemort will not be able
to penetrate your mind.��

He proferred the necklace and Harry
felt it drop into his hand, its chain slithering after.� �Please do not take it off, Harry.� At least until Professor Snape has
returned.��

Harry nodded and, with slight difficulty put the necklace on.�

Immediately a sense of peace and silence settled around him, much like it had
felt to touch Snape.� He sighed in
relief.�

The headmaster smiled thinly, observing him

�You may return with Mr Weasley to your dormitory now if you wish��

Harry hesitated.� He
wanted to stay and wait.� He was worried
as hell that Snape wouldn�t come back.�

�Ah.. I see� Professor Dumbledore
said gently. �Well it is commendable that you have finally understood the
sacrifices Professor Snape makes for us all.�

Very well.� remain here and wait for him.� You may return to your dormitory tomorrow, Harry.� Come along Mr Weasley.� We will let Harry rest.��

Harry studiously avoided the eyes of his friend who he could
peripherally see was glaring at him in dismay.�
He was inexpressibly relieved when he left with Professor Dumbledore
without a scene. �

Then it was quiet once more.�

Harry raised his hand and gripped the dark red teardrop
around his neck.� He didn�t even dare to
hope that Snape was missing because he was saving Mione.�

He was very afraid to think about it at all.�

They could both be..�

it might be his fault.�

Voldemort might have..hurt.. Snape just because Harry had..whatever he�d done with him.�

Had..taken comfort..he
supposed.. with him.�

He felt wretched and helpless.� He had to find the horcruxes
and end this somehow.

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