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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31713 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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“….professor”
The words have shape. He hears them! The voice is still familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Professor! Someone of his colleges? But no, they would call him by his name or title. Ex student? Possibly, he did teach for most of his life. Maybe it is an honorary title, some unknown medi-witch. But no! The voice is familiar, he just can’t place it to the face. Then again, no one ever spoke to him in such gentle tones. That may be misleading. He must wake up! Whichever side won, he still needs to run and hid. He is either traitor or murderer. Darkness shifts, she is still there with him. Not another memory! Salazar, he really hates his brain!
“Lucius will you stop pacing, you making me nervous.” He grumbles, in reality, he is nervous, a bit excited. He does not own a family of his own, and he does care for Lucius and Narcissa deeply, even if he hides.
“Why are you nervous? Is there a reason, even after the potion?” jumps Lucius, his eyes darting from Severus to the door and back
“Sit down!” he growls “There is nothing wrong with the potion. Everything will be fine. Your pacing is what annoys me.”
“We should have to try and find out the gender…” mumbles Lucius, still pacing
“Does it matter?”
“No…” Lucius sounds reluctant.
Medi-witch opens the door of the room and drops the sound charm. They are both next to her in a blink of the eye.
“You can go inside, Mr Malfoy.” He steps back but Lucius grabs him by the sleeve
“We are going together.”
“That is…” starts a medi-witch
“It is not necessary…” he tries
“Move away woman, before I remove you.” Lucius’s voice holds a note of threat, he shoves a woman and pulls him into the room.b
Narcissa is on the bed, hair is a mess, she has tired face brightened by a glorious smile. He never saw Narcissa like that, not caring how she looks. She looks at the small screaming bundle in her shaky arms than in Lucius
“Would you like to hold your son?” she asks in hoarse strained and tired voice, Lucius freezes then runs to the bed
“Son? We have a boy?” he sounds stunned more than excited, and when Narcissa hands him the bundle he looks petrified, holding the baby like it might explode any moment now. he feels like he is intruding, so he clears his throat
“Congratulations Narcissa, Lucius. I’ll leave you…”
“Oh, no you won’t!” declare Narcissa “Shal we ask him now?” Lucius nods and he frowns, ask him what? Malfoy’s and Black’s have a long line of intertwined godfather relations, that is not something you break just like that, so it can’t be it. In any way, he is already part of the family, even if no one beside Lucius knows. Narcissa smiles at him
“You know that the next head of the Black family will be kid’s godfather. It should be Sirius,” he flinches “but with him being disowned, it will be Regulus.” He is relieved, Regulus is a decent sort of guy “What you don’t know, this is old custom, not vastly practised, but we want it…Would you do us an honour of being child’s Guardian?”
“A what?”
“In rich families, when parents parish, the child goes to his godfather. Too often, the child ends up dead, soon. Guardians are ones chosen by parents, someone who parents trust, to keep their child alive if something happens to them. You made his life possible, would you pledge to keep him alive if anything happens to us?” Narcissa’s eyes are pleading, Lucius nods, serious
“I…” the voice is trapped in his throat “I’d be honoured.”
Lucius walks to him and gives him the baby. He takes it, reluctant. His heart starts to beat fast when he looks in boy’s dark blue eyes and dark hair
“Narcissa, Lucius…I…I apologize. The baby…I must have messed up the potion somehow.” Lucius stops breathing, Narcissa’s eyes tear up, she asks almost panicked
“What is wrong with the baby?”
“His eyes and hair, they are not as it supposed to be, I keyed potion on Malfoy traits…” Lucius’s shoulders drop, he starts breathing again, Narcissa giggles. He is confused.
“You do not know much about babies?”
“No, I'm afraid not.”
“All babies have darker hair and dark blue eyes, it will change over time.” He relaxes. Looking at the sleepy face of the baby he is confused with a number of feelings, their depth. This baby is dear to him even if he sees it for the first time ‘Don't worry little one, as long as I am alive I won’t let anything bad happen to you.’
Failed, he failed again. He didn’t manage to protect Draco either. He allowed him to take the mark. He stood aside letting that crazy bitch drip poison into the boy's ears. Did Draco survive at all? Something warm tickling his face. Gentle touch, almonds and honey, caressing his face. Is he crying? No. Go away! Leave! Leave me alone!
“…professor…”
Get out of my head! Get out from wherever you are! I don't want you near me! I do not want any witnesses…Darkness stirs again, the silver of memory shimmers. No, Merlin!, not another one…
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hermione wakes up, blinking. Dreams, those are not dreams, not in her head. Somehow she can see his dreams, his memories. She can feel his distress. Walking to the bed, she sits down on a chair and gently wipes his tears.
“That was so sweet professor. You must care for Ferret…erm…Draco very much. He is alive and better. Don’t you worry about him.”
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
The breath is burning his throat. Every muscle screams in pain as he runs down the hill. He is scared like he never was before. It was a month since he was discovered spying on Dumbledore, that didn’t please the Dark Lord and he still suffered from remnants of his displeasure. He despises himself. But the moment he heard that Dark Lord intends to target Lily…and not just that, he refused to spare her. He pleaded for her life and he was refused. Punished. He couldn’t care less about the Potter or that brat. He didn’t even know that they had a child. He put all his hopes at Dumbledore now, the man he despised.
Until that moment today, his life was rather simple. He established himself in certain circles brewing hard and often illegal potions. He spends his time in further learning and playing with Draco. He was still building his reputation, being still called Dark Lord’s Monster behind his back. Every now and then Dark Lord would ask for his ‘entertainment services’, not in raids but to punish Death Eaters who displeased him.
But now, now he sold his soul, he berated those who showed him nothing but respect to save her. He vaguely wonders, who would punish him if they find out what he’s done? He was a traitor, a murderer, there was no nice, no other way to say it. Through, this did bring him in the place Dark Lord wanted him to be, it got him teaching position in the school. Something he alone wasn’t so thrilled about, he never saw himself as a teacher, nor he wanted to become one.
Apparating to his home he curls up on the tattered sofa. His lungs constricted. His eyes burning. His throat clenched. The pain he feels is unbearable but he does not have the strength to push it away, fear preventing him to use his occlumency as he did until now. He will notify Dark Lord of his appointment tomorrow, but he isn’t sure if he would be punished or not, he got the post of Potion’s professor, not Dark Arts like he was instructed and not right away he would be called when the position is open. Tomorrow. For now, he has to deal with the pain that smouldering him the from inside.
To the touch on his shoulder, he jerks, eyes wide, has he discovered already? Lucius standing above him, varied
“I couldn’t get any sooner.” He clears his throat “He was planning an attack on Potters. You are excluded from those plans. He does not trust you when Potters are concerned.”
He nods, still unable to speak, struggles to raise his walls but they are weak. Whindwhirl of emotions choking him.
“I can’t tell you anything, no one will. Be careful what you do my brother, he is not discarded you yet, and still, you are high up the ranks. In the way, I think he believes that you will be stronger when he removes your only weakness. I am sorry.” Lucius hands him the phial “Calming Draught, one of yours, untampered. He will call you tomorrow, you have appeared as nothing happen and that you succumb to the moment of weakness. Do what you have to do, but don’t let yourself get killed.”
He nods his thanks and Lucius leaves. He was not just the spy, he was a double spy. How he managed to become so complicated in the blink of the eye?
No, no, no! He doesn’t want to remember anymore. Let me die! I want to rest! I can’t take it anymore!
“…calm…not…fault…professor…brave…please…pain…professor…”
Warm tears fall on his hand. Female is crying. Is she tries to crunch his bones? Maybe he is a prisoner and they finally got what they were looking for? But her voice is calming, worried. I don’t want you in my head. You have no right! He tries to push the part of her that is in his mind, but he can’t. Get out! Get out!! Get out!!! He has to wake up, wake up and run. He has to hide. Hide from this female, from the world. Hide and then die, properly this time.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
She is holding his hand and shaking it like that is going to wake him up. Tears streak down her face and she can’t stop them. It is too much. Too much pain. She can’t take it anymore. How is he holding on? How could he live with that most of his life? Why she can’t stop dreaming?
He always looked so calm, so detached. He is a mess inside. He is breathing fast and shallow, tears trickling from his eyes, the sound he makes is a whale, like a howling dog would make. She doesn't know how to help, how to take away the pain. But it is not just his pain, it is hers as well.
“Professor, calm down. Please, calm down. It is just a dream, a bad memory. It was not your fault, you couldn’t know. Please, Professor. You are our hero. You are so brave and you accomplished so much. Please, please, I can’t take it anymore. The pain is too much. You are not like me, you did everything you could to save them, you risked your life to save them. Please, wake up, professor, wake up!”
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