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Written in Blood	By : Corinna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 20663 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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If, in the future, there is a day when I do not publish a single chapter, I beg you to remember this day, when I published THREE!

Thank you, loyal fans!

Beware�it�s coming�in this chapter�a visit�from a character who has been lying in wait�and now she�s back to unleash hell! MRS. SNAPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HEAD FOR THE HILLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DON�T LOOK BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND ENJOY THE CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Hermione�s parents� visit was nerve-wracking, they both agreed. Draco Malfoy actually seemed to miss them, which was a great source of annoyance to both Hermione and to her husband.

Hermione cornered Draco in the library one day, and immediately started advancing on him.

"What did you say to my parents?" she hissed threateningly.

He shrugged, not seeming off-put in the least by her intimidating manner. "Lots of stuff. They asked me about my part in the war, and about my family, and if I was seeing anyone."

"What did you tell them?" Hermione growled.

Draco gave her an odd look. "The truth, of course. Oddly, they seem to think I�m some sort of a catch. For you, at least. Can�t imagine why. You�re a bit married for me." He looked like he was about to say something else, thouthought the better of it, and turned back to his book.

Seeing that she wasn�t going to get anything more out of him, she stalked out of the library, and began making her very slow way down to the dungeon, panting all the way.

She rested in the classroom for a few moments, to get her breath back, and then waddled into their suite. "Severus," she called, "I just talked to Draco, and he said that�" she stopped, seeing her husband sitting on the edge of their bed, holding his head in his hands. "Severus," she asked worriedly, "what�s wrong?"

She plodded over to him, and felt her foot brush something. Looking down, she saw that there was a small pile of ash on the floor. Her husband raised his head, and handed her a scrap of paper. She took it, and read aloud,

"You have married. This is good. I have not met her. This will be remedied. You will be at Snape Manor at four o�clock today, and you will bring your mudblood wife."

The letter was signed with an elaborate SS, which Hermione assumed was the Snape family crest. "Today?" she asked incredulously.

"Today," came the muffled response from her husband�s head, which he had buried again in his hands.

Hermione thought of everything she had heard of this formidable woman, felt a pang of fear, and was instantly disgusted with herself. What do I have to fear from that old witch? I can take anything she can dish out at me!

She turned to Severus. "Well," she said, running a comb through her hair, "It�s three-ten, so we�d better get moving!"

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"Snape Manor," he told her as they emerged from the fire. He held the door of the little shack they seemed to have flooed to open for her, and slipped an arm around her waist to help steady her. It wouldn�t be more than a few weeks now before they could no longer travel by floo, portkey, or Apparating, and would have to rely on brooms for the rest of her pregnancy.

She coughed, trying to dislodge some of the ash from her throat, and gasped out, "It looks more like an old garden shed to me."

Severus smiled ironically. "She doesn�t trust anyone to Apparate inside the house, so she moved the grate out here. She�s sure that one of these days someone is going to try and kill her."

"Sounds paranoid," Hermiremaremarked, having finally gotten her feet back and her throat clear.

"Perhaps," he said, "but perhaps not. I know of no shortage of people who would be thrilled to have her bumped off." He grimaced, looking more like his old self than she had seen him since they had gotten married. "Not that I blame them."

They rounded the corner of the large shed, and Hermione had her first glance of the house where her husband was raised.

She actually had to tilt her head back to take in the entire mansion. It seemed to have been carved out of some sort of black stone, and with the ivy climbing all over the house, could have been some sort of Slytherin headquarters. Oddly, the house was not surrounded by immaculate gardens, as Hermione would have expected; instead, there were no plants at all, merely a stone courtyard surrounding the house, bordered by�good lord, was that really a moat?

"Onyx."

She turned, startled to hear Severus� voice. "What?"

He gestured to the house. "The Manse. It�s made entirely of onyx. Hard to procure, but I suppose that just made it fun for my ancestors. It doesn�t even hold up that well, but I suppose this was not a case of function over form." He made her a little bow and offered her his arm, which she took.

He led them to the giant stone door, which must have stood at least nine feet tall, by Hermione�s calculations. He took up the giant silver knocker ("To ward off werewolves," he explained) and rapped slowly three times. Soon, the door creaked and began to open laboriously.

Snape leaned close to her ear and muttered, "Whatever you do, don�t act afraid. Of anything."

She was glad she had received this warning, because immediately after he had warned her, three of the largest dogs she had ever seen barreled toward the door, snarling and gnashing their teeth. She fought the urge to cringe, or to turn and run away as they grew closer, and she turned and saw Severus, standing perfectly immobile. Remembering his words, she stood completely still as the dogs leapt toward them�

And passed right through them. She sighed in relief. It was only an illusion, then. The couple stepped inside, and the huge door swung shut behind them.

As soon as her eyes became adjusted to the darkness, Hermione realized they were in some sort of antechamber. Startled, she realized that they weren�t alone. A young man, presumably in his early twenties, was standing between them and the other door, dressed impeccably in tuxedo and coattails, holding out his hand.

"Your wands, please," the young man said in a surprisingly deep voice.

Hermione looked up at her husband, but he just nodded, drawing his own want out of his cloak. "Mother doesn�t let anyone into her presence who is armed," he muttered, surrendering his wand to the young man.

"Delightful woman," she muttered back, giving her own wand up�not without severe reservations.

The man pocketed them, and led them through the next door.

Hermione thought she had gone blind. She felt Severus� hand tight on her shoulder, and heard him whisper, "Don�t worry, the tunnel is just to confuse guests so they can�t get out or in of their own accord."

Why worry about that? Sounds like a good idea, she thought sardonically. Why don�t I have a tunnel to disorient anyone who comes to my house?

Finally, they stepped back into the light, into a large sitting room decorated in horribly patterns, but all in black and green, with some silver mixed in just for fun. Hermione surveyed the room carefully, and her eyes finally came to rest on the largest and most disgusting chair in the room, which looked like it had been around longer than Severus' mouldering contract.

There was a woman sitting in the chair, her eyes boring into Hermione. She knew this must indeed be her mother-in-law, and was not at all pleased with the prospect.

The woman was small, but by no means looked frail. Her hair was black, but Hermione doubted it was natural. Her features had a terrible look to them, of pure loathing for every creature she encountered. Her face was made far more terrible for Hermione by the recognition of her husband�s features, albeit a bit more pleasant. A bit.

Perhaps the most striking thing about Selima Snape, at least at the moment, was the fact that an enormous green snake was wrapped around her shoulders, hanging over the high back of her chair. She raised a gnarled finger, and beckoned them closer.

"Bring her over here, you smudge on my family name." Her voice was a sort of cross between a snarl and a croak. Her colossal stuffed hat was sitting on a table near them, and seemed to look down on them with loathing.

Severus glared at his mother with unconcealed malice as he led his wife over to meet the other woman.

Selima rose slowly, and began to look Hermione over from head to toe, rather like breeding stock at an auction. With a start, Hermione realized that that was all she was to this woman; breeding stock. Indignation welled up within her, and she barely managed to restrain herself from taking a piece out of this hag.

Finally, the woman seemed to judge Hermione in good health, or somesuch. She stepped back, and looked at her son. "Well, if you had to choose a mudblood, at least you chose a young one. Leave us now."

Hermione looked frantically at her husband. She had promised herself she wouldn�t be afraid, but saying that in the castle with your husband by you and thinking it in company of a crazed madwoman who had confiscated her wand was quite a different matter!

Severus seemed to be of the same opinion. "Mother," he hissed, "If you think that I would leave my wife alone in your presence for even a moment, you are vastly mista�"

Selima snapped her fingers, and he vanished. She sat back down in her chair, and motioned Hermione to sit on the ottoman, which she did (with great difficulty from her belly).

Selima looked at her grudgingly. "You really are quite pretty, for a mudblood. It�s a pity you�ll die in childbirth."

Cold washed over Hermione. "What?" Could this psychotic old lady see the future, or was she just pulling a Trelawney?

"You idiot, I can�t see the future," the woman snapped. "I�m just telling you what�s going to happen. You are going to live just long enough to sign your child�s name�it will be a boy�to the contract, and then you will die. Severus will likely be sad, fool that he is, but he will marry again. He will marry Yenorra Lestrange, who is a pureblood, and thus far better than you," she said in a condescending tone. They will have a child, and sign his name to the contract, after I kill your child. And everything will go back to how it is supposed to be, with a pureblooded child carrying on the family tradition." She sat back, apparently quite pleased with herself.

Hermione rose as quickly as she could from the ottoman. "You evil old hag," she hissed.

The old woman somehow managed to look down her nose at Hermione even from below. "You should not talk about your betters that way, you filth." She said it nearly conversationally, which only served to infuriate Hermione even more. She had opened her mouth to say something really cutting when she heard a roar.

"MOTHER!" came the bellow from one of the many spiral staircases that spilled into the hall. Severus was tearing down the staircase, shirt unbuttoned, pursued by, Hermione was shocked to see, a half-naked woman in her early thirties calling, "Severus, wait!"

Selima seemed delighted. "Ah, good, so you found Yenorra! Don�t worry, dear," she called to the other woman, "this little slime will be dead in a few months, just like I promised, and then he will be all yours!"

Nearly purple with rage, Severus spotted the servant lurking in a corner, and leaped on him with a roar. He tore his wand out of the butler�s pocket, and began advancing on Selima. His mother drew her own wand, casually, and called, "I wouldn�t do that, Sev. I�ll kill your whore if you do." She pointed her wand at Hermione. She pursed her lips, and then seemed to decide something. "In fact, I think I wouldn�t like to have a half-breed�s name signed to my contract after all. Magic can be done to speed up your and Yenorra�s child�s development to fit within the deadline. So, you see," she said to Hermione, "I really have no further use for you. Avada Kedavra!" she shrieked.

Severus gave an amazing leap and interspersed himself between his wife and his mother, shouting "PROTEGO!" as he jumped.

The jet of green light flashed out of his mother�s wand, hit his hasty shield, and shot directly back, hitting the old woman in the heart.

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