Two Sides to Every Soul | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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***DISCLAIMER***Nope, still not mine.
A/N: Real Life™ has
intruded and made this chapter a long time in arriving, but hey! It’s done. More should be on the way soon (I hope!)
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News of the Dementor’s breeding had leaked out overnight and
all the teachers were kept busy calming the students, in whom hysteria had
rooted itself. Hermione visited Severus
after reassuring her students – he had just returned from the Hospital Wing and
she found the wizard considerably less than welcoming. She left his rooms badly shaken at the way he
had snarled at her, and went for a walk on the Grounds to regain her
equilibrium as well as to think about the two wizards she cared for. It had come as a surprise, the realization
that she actually had feelings for Severus - they paled in comparison to the
feelings that Gildas engendered, but were there nonetheless.
She walked slowly over to a tree stump and sat down, hugging
her knees and peering down the hillock to where her lover could be seen with
Norbert, lecturing a group of seventh year students. He had become increasingly aggressive –
alarmingly so – ever since he had first traded hexes with the Dark Arts teacher. He had almost killed his genetic half with
the spell he had embedded inside Hermione’s skin, and she had seen the gloating
satisfaction in his eyes when he had found out what had happened. Gildas had later been nonchalant about it
when she had asked him, informing her that he had plainly stated that if
Severus ever touched her, he would kill the other wizard. Did she not think that he meant it? She heard footsteps behind her and glanced
back to see Toronas walking up to crouch beside her. He said nothing for a minute, just looking
down at the students. “I didn’t mean to
startle you, back at the Ministry – I apologize,” he started, looking at her
with solemn eyes. “Ever since it happened, it’s been a bit hard for
me to control my emotions. One moment
I’m calm, but the next I just get so angry…and about the most ridiculous
things.” He stared off into the
distance, looking faintly embarrassed.
“I wouldn’t have hurt you, truly.”
Hermione looked at the handsome wizard thoughtfully. “You remembered what happened, then? All of
it?”
Toronas met her eyes.
“Yes,” he said sheepishly. She
sucked in a breath after questioning him further and discovering that he
remembered each unkind word he had ever said as a result of the spell - Gildas
had maintained that he had no memory of it.
She wondered just what else he had lied to her about. Her current companion’s words jolted her out
of her thoughts abruptly. “Will it hurt,
at all? The spell, I mean. Will I still
be…me?”
“Honestly? I’m not sure.
The spell itself won’t allow a split personality, if that’s what you
mean – both of you will be fully integrated once it’s triggered. I expect it’ll be up to you, how much of
“you” you retain; you might have to battle it out,” she joked.
Toronas leaned forward slightly. “So, we’ll have to make a…deal with each other? Which body will we share? Does it matter in the long run?” he
questioned. “Dumbledore took the liberty
of informing me that we would most likely be conscripted to help with the…what
did he call it? Ah, yes – The Dementor Dilemma.” He smiled at the Headmaster’s
wording. “From what I’ve experienced, as
well as heard, about Dementors, they’ll try to take a person’s soul. What if, before you work the joining spell on
us, Lucius Malfoy’s soul gets sucked out of his body? What then? Would I still have the mood swings, or would
I die right along with him?” Hermione,
intrigued, vowed to research the problem and offered up her theories on the
subject. They discussed the nature of
his magic, more specifically the way it differed from her lover’s until Gildas
himself came up to them with Norbert following at his heels – Hermione didn’t
see the calculating look on Toronas’ face as he bid them both farewell.
Her lover looked down on her thoughtfully. “Did you have a nice time visiting with him?”
he asked.
Hermione tipped her head back to look up into his face,
almost losing her balance as Norbert warbled a greeting and nudged her with his
nose – she had to wrap both arms around the Horntail’s snout to keep from
falling off of the stump. “Norbert!
You know better, you naughty boy….are you jealous?” She addressed this last to Gildas, who
stepped in between her ankles and sank gracefully down on the ground before
her.
“Should I be?
Whatever he can do, I do better,” Gildas grinned, tossing his multihued
hair from his eyes. “I also hear that
you went to visit that bastard – please tell me you touched him again.” Hermione frowned at him and folded her arms,
opening her mouth to berate him when Norbert startled them both by bellowing
and lurching off the ground to barrel down the hill towards the castle. Gildas shaded his eyes with his hand and
looked after the dragon, whose intermittent bugles were echoing across the
Grounds. “Speak of the devil, he’s
decided to risk that pasty white complexion of his to venture outside…look at
him run,” he said gleefully.
Later that evening they both went to call on Toronas, who
had promised to show them his plan for destroying the former guards of
Azkaban. Lucius and Severus scowled to
see their duplicates interacting in such a friendly manner, though Hermione
thought that part of the reason Malfoy was looking so upset might have
something to do with the way Narcissa was visibly mooning after the
Muggle-raised Unspeakable. Toronas had
been ensconced in the rooms furthest away from any female students – they still
drifted after him wearing rather vacant expressions whenever he was in the Keep
– and there he showed them the “tools of the trade,” as he called them
jokingly.
Hermione’s eyes widened to see a variety of Muggle weapons
such as guns, knives, and even an array of explosives. “Most wizards are aware of the destructive
capabilities that Muggle weapons have,” he explained when he saw her surprise. “So even the simplest spell, such as Protego, will repel them. However, members of the Wizarding world are
also attuned to spells that will do violence against them, thus rendering those
spells inactive or obsolete. What I do
is enspell the blade, or bullet, or whatever it is that I’m using, to have the
desired effect, which most often is death.”
He demonstrated casting the spell on a knife, seemingly unaware of the
unease he had engendered in his audience – Hermione shifted closer to Gildas,
who placed a reassuring hand on the small of her back. “This is what I’ve been thinking needs to be
done about the Dementors…usually when they breed, a central “nest” will serve
as the place they can be found. I’ve got
enough C-4 to level London, so if I set up a timer and prime it to activate
with the use of a spell from a safe distance…well, I’m sure I can alter the
explosives enough to take out anything with a certain magical signature. All I’d need would to be near enough to a
Dementor so I can replicate its signature and lock it into the spell so that
they would be the only things harmed once the charges blew.” He looked at the explosives with a far-off
expression in his bright blue eyes, then glanced over at them. “What do you think?”
Gildas broke the silence by reaching for one of the guns on
the table. “I can’t see why that
wouldn’t work…can you show me how you Charm them?” Toronas did so, eyeing
Hermione’s troubled expression with a faint smile. She resolved to work on the spell as soon as
they were back in her rooms and much later when Gildas was showering, she
opened all the books she had used thus far and went over the incantation for
what seemed to her to be the millionth time.
Her lover sauntered past her, playfully tossing his wet towel on her
head and ducking the spell she flung after him in retaliation, laughing.
“Gil…would you come here, please?” She called, picking up
the scrap of parchment that listed the wand movements. Smiling at his shouted reply, she shook her
head. “No, it doesn’t matter if you’ve
your kit off. Just come here, I want to try something.”
“Dare I hope it has to with sex on a desk?” He leered,
perching on the arm of a chair. The
laughter in his eyes faded as he saw what she held in her hand, and he pushed
himself off the chair to stand in front of her so that she could draw ward
lines on the floor around his feet.
“Will it hurt?”
Hermione looked up the length of his body to meet his
eyes. “That’s just what Toronas asked
me. I don’t know, love. I hope not, since you’re a notorious
wimp.” She laughed at his glare of
mock-outrage and stood, surveying his nude body appreciatively. Lifting the parchment, she began. Several passes and gestures of her wand
later, a white mist issued from its tip and touched the wards surrounding
him. Threads of glowing light climbed his
legs and traveled upward, and she jumped as he shifted his feet suddenly and
laughed.
“It tickles.”
Where the white glow spread, his runes blossomed in response
and simply…disappeared. He didn’t seem
to be in any amount of discomfort, and simply looked down at his skin curiously
as the symbols that had graced his body for untold years winked out of
existence as if they never had been. “Do
you feel anything, do you feel different?” Hermione asked curiously as his
amber glow was dampened and replaced by a white glow that flared and
disappeared.
He shook his head, no. “I don’t think it worked
properly.” Hermione sighed in
exasperation and erased the wards, letting him step from them. “Can we go to bed now? I’m tired,” Gildas
yawned, tugging on her arms gently. She
tossed both her wand and the roll of parchment down in the chair and followed
his lead, noting ruefully that the glowing symbols had already begun to illume
themselves against his skin.
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The following day was uneventful, classes proceeding
normally until Dumbledore stopped both Hermione and Gildas as the two
professors were leaving the Great Hall together after lunch. The Gryffindor witch grew instantly alarmed
at the look in the Headmaster’s eyes when he beckoned them over. “Exactly one
hour ago, the entire complement of Dementors guarding Azkaban prison performed
their “kiss” upon each and every inmate.
I‘ve just received word from the Minister that they’ve been seen
descending upon muggle villages in untold numbers… it appears that they’ve been
reproducing and have kept their ranks hidden.”
They followed the Headmaster up to his office, where Severus
was waiting – he gave them a sneer apiece as they walked through the door. “What’s kept you two?” he asked snidely. He
was silenced as Albus explained the situation to him; he had been teaching a
group of third years and had not heard the news.
“We’ll have to warn the parents of this… from all accounts,
the Dementors are headed in this direction – apparently they still have not
forgotten the emotional feast there is to be had when there is a large
gathering of children in their vicinity.
I’ll need all of you to stay close, is that understood? Severus, please take your House back to the
Dungeons…and we’ll need to restrain Norbert somewhere, Gildas.” The two wizards nodded and left quickly,
leaving Hermione still sitting in her chair.
“Hermione…we need that spell. Do
you have it ready? Hermione!”
She jerked out of her shock and focused upon him, explaining
how she had tried the spell on Gildas the previous evening and describing the
disappointing results. “I think I know
where I went wrong, though. It’s nearly done, just a few more days should do
it…”
“We don’t have a few more days, Hermione. We have a handful of hours until the
Dementors arrive at the wards – will the spell harm the young men irretrievably
as it stands?”
“I’m not sure. The real problem will be the memories and the
individual personalities being integrated…they could be mentally damaged from
it.”
Albus focused on her, his eyes hard as stone. She quailed; she knew that look quite well –
he had looked just like that when he had ordered several of her classmates into
battle with Death Eaters who would ultimately kill them. “But they will be able to fight, correct?”
“Well, yes, but-”
“Thank you, Professor; that will be all.”
“But, sir-”
“That will be all.” To emphasize the dismissal, the door opened
with a wave of his hand and her chair began to tilt, forcing her to come to her
feet. Fawkes blinked sadly at her, and then
burst into flames.
Hermione raced down the steps from his office and skirted
the groups of curious students being led to their Houses by their Prefects. Once at her rooms, she threw off her teaching
robes and gathered up the rolls of parchment containing information about the
re-joining spell, dumping them into a small pack just as Gildas entered the
room to discard his robes as well. He
tucked his racing broom under one arm and grasped her hand to pull her along,
his amber eyes glowing faintly. “Bloody
good job Toronas has his explosives ready,” he muttered to her as they raced
side by side down the now-deserted halls to the main entrance where the other
professors, as well as the three guests, waited for the Headmaster. Narcissa Malfoy was being blatantly inviting,
shooting steamy looks at her husband’s “other half” and despite the seriousness
of the situation, Hermione couldn’t help but smile at Lucius Malfoy’s look of barely-contained
outrage, his hand caressing his cane in a nervous motion. She knew quite well that it housed his wand,
and from the patronizing looks Toronas was now favoring him with, the handsome
Unspeakable knew it as well. Severus and
Gildas simply circled each other like a pair of strange dogs, and it was with
relief that Hermione heard Dumbledore’s voice advising them to proceed to the
Grounds.
The Dementors were on their way.
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Tbc…no, I’m still
not done!
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