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Everything I Do, I Do It For You	By : sbrande Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 19860 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 19: Pettigrews Big Mistake

Orderly Robert Finn was about to do something he knew he would regret later however, he was so blinded by the rage he felt for the scrap of a girl in front of him he didn�t care. Luckily for both parties involved, he was stopped from doing anything by the door to the room being flung open. Orderly Henry Mackley entered the room.

�What�s going on in here?� He immediately asked while he eyed the tray of food to his right, and Robert who was half way to the patient�s bed.

�Nothing.� Robert replied in a cool voice. �The patient just flipped out! And then threw her tray of food at me! I am going to have to have a word with Doctor Lopes about this and the possibility of raising her medication.�

Henry looked over to the now vacant bed. �Where is she?� He asked with a look of uncertainty on his face.

�I ate her.� Robert replied, giving a loud laugh, he continued. �She�s under the bed of course, hiding from me no doubt. She has it in her head that I am out to get her for some reason. God only knows why-as all I want to do is help her!� Robert hid the grin on his face by turning around to face the bed.

�Well are you going to help me get her, or are you going to stand there gapping?� Robert said mockingly.

�What? Oh yeah�� Henry replied, he went and made his way over to the bed next to Robert.

The two men bent down cautiously, as if they were going to find a mountain lion lying in wait underneath the bed. Hermione was curled up in a ball near the wall with her back facing the two men.

�Girl.� Robert said with a rim of impatience edging into his voice. When she didn�t reply, he tried again.

�Girl, I�m not going to hurt you. Come out from there now.� He said more sincerely than he felt. If Henry wasn�t there he would have grabbed hold of her and dragged her out, but seeing that he was he couldn�t seem to overly violent towards her.

He waited about five seconds. When there was no reply, he looked towards Henry who was crouched down next to him.

�Either she doesn�t believe me, or she has passed out. Since I can�t hear anything but her breathing I think that it is the latter,� he said. �If you would be so kind as to give me a hand. We will take her out of there, and strap her to the bed.� At this, Henry frowned.

�It for her own good. I don�t want her to hurt herself, and after that display earlier today with Doctor Lopes I think it would be for the best.�

Nodding his head, Henry lay down on his belly; Robert doing the same. Making their way to Hermione, they grabbed hold of her arms, flipped her slightly, and dragged her from underneath the bed.

They placed her on the bed; Robert told Henry to wait there and watch the patient, while he went to find a pair of restraints for her.

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Severus sat on the bench in the kitchen of his home. A cup of black coffee in front of him, and was sipping at the distinctly bitter brew. He wasn�t used to waiting around while other people fought the battle for him, and he was quite disturbed when he realized that this was exactly what he was doing. He pinched the bridge of his nose feeling a rather strong headache coming on and sighed.

He�d made up his mind whilst sitting there, that he would go Floo Dumbledore, and persuade the old man to give him his memories back. He had been racking his brain as to what to do, but had come up with nothing. In a blind rage, he had thought of the pensieve, and what had happened the day that Draco had died. Coming up with a blank, he thought perhaps he could gain some more information from his memories-as a third party by looking in, but not involved in it.

He pushed himself up from the bench, and made his way into the sitting room. It was home to the only fireplace directly linked up to the Headmasters office. Taking a pinch of Floo powder and throwing it into the hearth, he said, �Headmasters office-Hogwarts.� He bent down, stuck his head into the green flames, and looked around. No one was there.

�Headmaster,� he called out. Thankful when he heard the door to Albus� chambers open to his left.

Albus Dumbledore came into the room, doing up his dressing gown, and fixing up his spectacles. Severus rolled his eyes as they spied a pair of maroon fluffy slippers, but remained silent. The older wizard bent down looking into the flames, and upon seeing that it was indeed Professor Snape; he straightened himself up once more.

�Do you know what time it is Severus?� Dumbledore spoke with a frown on his face. Severus could tell that he was only mildly angry.

�No,� Severus stated. �I was wondering if I could ask a favour.�

�Why not.� Albus said, eyeing him rather comically.

�I was wondering if I could have my memories back, go through them, and see if there is anything that could help me find Miss Granger?�

Albus said, �Well I�d though you would be back here soon, but I certainly didn�t think that it would be in the middle of the night,� whilst he held his arms across his body. �Please come on through my boy, you know where the pensieve is. If you need me� I will be back in my bed chambers. I was having the most delightful dream.� Dumbledore said with a playful quality to his voice.

�Thank you.� Severus said, as the Headmaster moved out of the way to make room for Severus� arrival.

�No problem and just leave the way you came,� Dumbledore said while turning around and heading back to his bed chambers. Severus overheard him mumbling something about chocolate hobnobs.

The former Potions Master watched him leave. When the door closed to his chambers, the younger wizard shook his head, as he made his way hurriedly to the bookshelf that held the pensieve. Carefully taking it down, he placed it on the Headmaster�s desk, withdrawing his wand simultaneously. He touched his wand lightly to the silver matter inside; quickly muttering a spell under his breath. Instantly he was drawn into the pensieve.

He relived the whole scenario with Draco� Avery and LeStrange. Though only an observer this time, he still felt his stomach churn when he saw Draco�s bravery as he fell at the hands of Bellatrix LeStrange. He stalled, sparing a couple of seconds to look at Draco�s face; but then tore his attention away as he heard Bellatrix say, �What are you going to do with us Severus?�

Severus strode over to see the game unfold before his eyes. He noticed the look of abject terror on the face of Rabastan Avery as he sliced off his finger, and the mocking voice of Bellatrix as she defied him. He almost turned away when all of a sudden, he heard Rabastan speak, �We were just passing by on our way to the graveyard; that is where we planned to meet after the battle. Bellatrix dragged me in here as we heard voices.� His interest peaked at this moment, needing to hear more.

�Where are the others,� he heard himself say.

�I don�t know, we were all disbanded when the Dark Lord fell,� Rabastan spoke.

The rest of the conversation was inconsequential. As he felt himself being pulled back to his time and space, all Severus could think of were the words of Rabastan ��On our way to the graveyard�� He was back in the familiar headmaster�s office. As he hastily placed the pensieve back on the bookshelf, his thoughts were whirling.

Did they mean the graveyard were that Potter brat was Port keyed to during his fourth year here at Hogwarts? Of course they did� what other graveyard did the Dark Lord frequent. He felt a twang of guilt for the death of Draco. Although he knew Draco was dead he didn�t realize, or in fact remember how he died, as his memories were in the pensieve� until now. He frowned to himself, as he crossed over to the headmaster�s door, opening the door- slamming it shut behind him.

Albus heard the door slam and turned over in his bed. He was a little bit shocked that Severus hadn�t gone back through the fireplace to his home in Wyoming, but then he thought that he had a perfectly good reason. He trusted Severus enough to know that he wouldn�t do anything rash. Turning back over in bed, he returned to his dream.

Severus was gliding swiftly and effortlessly through Hogwarts. Sticking to the shadows, he went unnoticed. He made his way to the side entrance of the castle, deep inside the dungeons of Hogwarts, without passing a single soul or ghost for that matter. Once outside, picking up his pace a little, he made his way to the Apparation spot just outside the gates of the school� he Disappartated.

***

Peter Pettigrew was scared. He was waiting in the graveyard, where the Dark Lord had told all of the loyal followers to meet up at after the Final Battle at Hogwarts; to his displeasure finding no one there. In his Animagus form-the rat-he was sulking around the tomb stones, with his keen ears and nose trained on anything that may come his way. Nothing had happened, nothing had still happened.

It was difficult, at best, for Peter in his rat form, as he had to now transform with his silver arm. It looked funny seeing a rat with a silver paw, and Peter himself had found it rather cumbersome.

Peter had decided to stay here in the graveyard for as long as it would take; he wasn�t about to disobey a direct order given to him by the Dark Lord. However, he was getting tired of waiting. The days and nights all melded into one, and he�d lost count of them. He was patient� even if that patience was getting a little thin. When the Dark Lord would return, he would be waiting there for him, even if no one else would be.

He was lost without anybody to follow. He made the perfect loyal subject for whoever it was he was following at the time. He was no leader, and without any clear orders except those to wait, he waited.

He had followed James and Sirius around Hogwarts, never in the forefront of their pranks, just in the shadows watching. He had learnt quite a bit too-from these said pranks-and was grateful for the protection from the Marauders more than once. As he didn�t participate, he was never the target for any retaliation and that� suited him just fine.

Suddenly he was brought out of his thoughts, as his nose twitched. He felt the air around him change, the light breeze that was blowing cold air had suddenly gotten warmer, as if something unexpected was about to happen. He braced himself behind a headstone, peeking out from behind it, and waited in anticipation for the welcome guest to arrive. If he had to guess who it was to be, he would have to say without a doubt that it was a fellow Death Eater. After all� who else knew about the Dark Lords plans and this well-hidden spot.

�Wormtail, fancy meeting you here!�

Peter turned around very slowly to find Severus Snape�s wand only inches away from his body.

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A/N: Oh what is Severus going to do with Peter? I wonder, hmmm....

Well here it is!!! Two chapters in one week, well I couldn't leave you all hanging like that could I? I may be a lot of things but sadistic isn't one of them! LOL!!!

Thanks to my beta Jessica who has been really great!!!

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