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The Wolf, the Otter, and the Slytherin	By : Tri Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 32025 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“I’m sorry but I don’t see the point in this.”

Hermione had waited a few; albeit tense and silent, minutes after Snape finished his story. The story itself just felt like a dig aim towards her. As if they just wanted to make her feel guilty about leaving Snape behind to die like a drown rat. Hermione didn’t come here to feel ashamed of her actions, she came here for answers.

“You are saying that there is no point for me to have survive, Miss Granger?”

Biting the edge of her tongue, Hermione still struggle to keep from flinching. It was as if she never left his classroom. The way his obsidian eyes stare her down, the witch would rather face an army of Snatchers. Snape always had a way about making her feel like tiny under his spotlight eyes, especially in her sixth year.

Hermione back peddle quickly, “No! I…I didn’t mean that. It is a surprise that you are alive, sir. However, I don’t see the connection between what happen to Narcissa Malfoy to me or even Remus.”

Snape paper thin lips curl down, deeper than usual. In the flicking of the fire, Hermione swore she saw a hinge of anger at Remus’ name. “You are even calling him by his first name. I suppose I should call you, Mrs. Hermione Lupin from now on then.”

Before she realize, she was staring down at the dour wizard. “I call him by his first name because he is a friend. I don’t know why people keep assuming we are married when we are not.”

“Because it will happen one day.”

Hermione had forgotten that Lucius Malfoy was still in the room. “What do you mean?”

“I’m sure during your Mud-Muggle upbringing, you have heard of the matter of soul mates and true love?” He gesture for Hermione to sit back down in the chair.

She nodded, “Of course, I have. Every child…well, dreams of finding their true love…their soul mates.”

“Do you believe it?”

“I rather chose who I love, rather have some unseen force decide for me,” Hermione glance down at her lap, her hair hiding her face. “Though, the idea that you were made for someone has some appeals.”

The Potion’s master scoff beside her, “So much like a Gryffindor. They rather be led by their hearts rather their mind.”

Hermione only manage to send a dagger filled glare at Snape before Malfoy step in before Hermione could lash out at him.

“There is some truth in that,” Malfoy was the ever cool pureblood. “Unlike muggles, witches and wizards depend on their soul to perform magic.”

“Much like spells are sometimes base off of emotions.”

“Correct, Miss Granger. However, do you know the four main soul types?”

Hermione nodded, “There is the Affine Anima, or the soul of the family. It is the first soul, a witch or a wizard attach to due to the fact that it is usually a parent or a guardian. They are thought to believe to teach and bring up the child with love and support. The animal guardian, or familiar, is supposed to teach people patience, responsibility, and even offer comfort. That is why most schools recommend bringing along an animal companion, as it is better for the witch or wizard to attach to an animal early on.

“There is of course the power of friendship. Essentially, they are people’s best friends and companions. Those who will be there for you, understand you the most, and give you strength. Again, it is better for everyone, including muggles, to gain best friends early in their life.”

Even though Hermione knew she was right, Malfoy insisted on nodding his head like a teacher reassuring a trembling student. “And the most well known soul mate…”

“The most well known soul mate is of course is the true love soul. It is often refer to as the Twin or Shared Flame. Is the most vital of all souls, as this is the person is born to compatible with you in every way. The one you will spend every moment of your life looking for yet needing them every moment after you found them.”

“The perfect description…from ‘The Secrets of the Heart’ by Chelsea Pond.” Snape sneered bitterly.

“Severus,” Malfoy warn in a low hiss. Snape’s stare only made the pureblood shift in his chair like he had pins poking his backside, trying to get away from the poking. “Yes, that is a perfect description, Miss Granger. Do you remember the spell that Dolohov cast?”

Shaking her head, Hermione was trying to draw out where he was going. “I cast a silencing spell on him so I don’t know the spell itself. I just remember a deep purple flame coming out of his wand and hitting him. Then...as if my heart was being stab by a five foot wide spike.”

“Does Mr. Lupin remember the spell?” the pureblood ask

“I have not really asked him. I’m not sure he even heard the spell cast over the fighting,” Hermione inwardly flinch at her negligence to question Remus further. “I have been too worried about his condition to focus on the details. The moon is approaching and with no Wolfsbane…”

At this, Snape’s voice rose above the crisp tone she was familiar with. “Remus has no Wolfsbane?”

Malfoy step in before Hermione could speak. He lean forward, strands of his hair that had escape from behind his back tickle the wooden desk. “We believe that the spell he cast on you and…. Narcissa is the one and the same.”

“I never suffer this she has…” Hermione remember how the pureblood witch had been strap to the bed like a crazy loon. “What about the potions Professor Snape made? Wouldn’t that help?”

A sigh was heard off to her side which had Hermione look at the black clad man look like a man defeated. It was more of a defeating of pride rather the heartbroken defeat on the pureblood. “Her body is healing yet it is her soul that worries us. Narcissa cannot fully heal until her soul is whole again.”

“Whole again? You are talking like her soul is fracture. Yet, the only method is doing an act of evil like murder. Or a Dementor’s Kiss but she would not be as responsive.”

“Narcissa never kill anyone,” Snape pointed out. “She was never a Death Eater. Just a Death Eater’s wife.”

“So, how did this happen?”

Malfoy let out a sigh, his eyes drifting over to the portrait of his wife behind him. “We believe base on the memories that Severus extracted from her mind, the spell is more powerful than a simple hex.”

“Venaspectus,” in a low whisper, the Potion’s Master look toward Hermione, as if saying the spell would enact the spell itself. “Like most spells, it draws its origins from Latin. Venas; to cut open the veins and Pectus; heart or soul. Dolohov meant to sever her soul.”

“But why?”

Malfoy look no fit state to speak again as his smoky gray eyes were fixated on the magical painting. The Potions Master got up from his chair with ease, though Hermione did spot a limp in his left leg as he cross over to the desk. “The best way to defeat an opponent is to disarm them. What better way of doing so then to cut off their source of magic?”

Hermione’s eyes were on the wizard like a hawk, Snape pluck the familiar book she had left behind plus stack of papers off the desk. “There has to be a way to cure it. Remus and I both survived the curse.”

Without a long cloak, Snape still had his clothes billowing in the wind a little as he turned around to face her. “This book of yours, Miss Granger, showed us that should any of the four soul bonds get severe or the person you are bonded to, your soul will seek out a replacement one. Think of it this way; you have a cat since you were three and should it die, then that part of the soul will seek out another potential pet.”

“So, you are saying that…”

“We believe,” Snape corrected her. “That when Remus was struck with the curse, it severed his Twin Flame from Nymphadora and latch onto you to survive. You were…in a matter of simple words; a potential love interest. Your soul saved him from death.”

Hermione felt the warm leather of the chair wrap around her body though she took no comfort in it. Even the soft plush carpet all disappeared from her senses. The only sense that was still aware of what was going on was the heavy scent of fresh parchment paper as Snape placed the stack of papers to the table next to her.

It was hard to speak as if someone had an iron grip on her neck. “Remus is still alive because I was his next soul mate?”

“You don’t need to repeat my words, Miss Granger.”

The young witch push the comment away. “Then…when I was struck first with the spell…where or who did my soul attach to?”

At last, the whisper of a voice, the senior Malfoy spoke as his eyes were now off his wife’s portrait. “It all depends on what area of the soul you are stronger in. Family, friends, pets, or love.”

Hermione look at the stack of parchment in her lap, a thick black ribbon kept it together. Without having to look through all of it, Hermione knew that this was the translation of the same book next to her.

“Perhaps,” Hermione glance up to meet the black eyes of Snape. “It will be best if you return to your friends before they get worried.”

Hermione theorized that Harry and the others would be worried that had not come back home since last night. The world was still dangerous, as all the Death Eaters and Snatcher had yet to be rounded up.

“Whimsy will escort you outside and give you your purse.” Malfoy stood up from his chair, smoothing his clothing free of any wrinkles.

Standing up, Hermione tuck the book and its translation in her arms like a child. “What about my wand?”

The blond haired wizard stop, his hand was resting on the door knob. She saw a slight twitch in his arm, like he was revisiting an old nightmare of his. A hand curl its way around her shoulder and Hermione was once again staring up at the darkest eyes she had ever seen.

Once he had her attention, Snape let go of her shoulder. “I’m afraid we cannot give you back your wand.”

Alarms went off as Hermione reel back, putting some distance between the beak of a nose man. “Where is my wand, Snape?”

Rather flinch or react in anyway to her acid filled words, the passive Potions Master walk over to the fireplace. Hermione watch his every move, her feet ready to run at a moments notice. His long, lily white fingers curl around a bundle wrap in green cloth and pluck it off from the marble mantle.

When he spun around to face her again, he let out a sigh. “If you don’t learn to break away from the echoes of the war, you will never relax.”

Snape cross the area quickly, resuming his spot across from Hermione. “When Whimsy attacked you earlier, unfortunately your wand has suffer the most damage…”

Against the dark cloth, the once curved walnut wooden wand was now just a pile of useless wood. The talon like wand was more of a collection of magical splinters as the large pieces clung to the thin dragon heartstring as the core. The edges stung her fingers as Hermione picked it up. It was never truly her wand to begin with but the lack of its presence in her hand was…kind of a relief. Every time she used it, Hermione would always remember the previous owner.

“Would you care to dispose of it?”

Hermione shook her head, placing the wand back down on the cloth. “No. I never want to see that wand again in my life.”

Snape wrap the pieces back into the cloth before tying it up with a strip of silver ribbon. Hermione jump when Malfoy voice suddenly carried over. “Whimsy will be more then glad to escort you back home. With no wand or even the Floo connection up, house-elf magic is the only magic we can use.”

Snape handed the small bundle over to Malfoy before he look down at her. “I will escort Miss Granger to the door.”

As if she had any say, Hermione follow right behind Snape out of the study and towards the front door. Whimsy was waiting for them, holding Hermione’s beaded bag as she rock back and forth on her feet. Before Hermione could see the grey of Whimsy’s eyes, a hand on her arm halt her steps.

The deep voice tickled her ears, sending electricity shivers throughout her body. “The root of the Henbane herb is a great way to dull some…animal’s senses for a night or two. Perfect if you wish to calm a wolf.”

The hand drop and Hermione was left with the lukewarm imprint through her shirt. Looking up, Snape appear as if he hadn’t said anything at all. She let out a smile, “I will. Thank you, professor.”

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Severus watch as Hermione was lead out of the Malfoy Manor. Darting his eyes through the window, he follow her down the pebble stone road. Her chestnut brown hair laid flat on her shoulders, a mini bounce rarely appearing. As soon as the house-elf took the muggleborn’s hand, disappearing into thin air, Severus hand reach into his pocket.

In his white hand was a curved, dark walnut, talon like wand. Swishing it once in the air form sparks of green. The wand was accepting him.

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Author’s Note: Hopefully this will help with the questions I issued out last few chapters. The soul is such a tricky thing. This is what the spell really translates to:

abscindo -scindere -scidi -scissum [to tear off , wrench away]; 'venas', [to cut open the veins]

pectus -oris n. [breast; heart , soul; mind].

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