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Epiphany

By Lady Snape

Tuck you in, warm within
keep you free from sin
till the sandman he comes

Enter Sandman...Metallica

Hermione flinched. The voice had changed like night into day. She knew this voice...but could it be? "Professor Snape?" uttered a confused Hermione as she pulled away now that he no longer held her and peered up into the fathomless pits where his eyes were supposed to be.

"Yes, Miss Granger, and you better thank whatever god you deem, that it was I with Malfoy tonight and not one of the lower Deatheaters." Professor Snape quipped as he turned, his DE robes flowing about him in fluid like motion.

Watching him walk away, Hermione hesitated briefly when she realized per usual he expected her to follow him. Gathering the flaps of her open nightgown she belated yanked them shut, further crossing her arms in front of her, in a feeble gesture of modesty as she carefully followed her Potions professor through the woods.

Eyes opened wide, Hermione took in her surroundings, noting the knarled tree trunks that twisted skyward with roots bigger than her own body that overlapped in an endless web of bark forming natural barriers capturing the debris from the surrounding forest. Hermione tried to dispel the feeling that she was being watched as she wrapped her arms more protectively across her body. Inspecting woods around her had cost her time as she noticed that she was losing ground between her and her professor. Not wanting to be left behind, Hermione ran to catch up but tripped on a tree root causing her to go down with a shriek.

In a flash Snape was at her side, "Foolish girl," he uttered as he helped her to her feet. This time taking her arm in his grip, he pulled her along with him. Not bothering to slow his naturally quick gait, he nearly dragged her over the bracken strewn forest floor. Hermione looked up at her professor as she was dragged alongside him, consumed with shame over what had precipitated her current situation. She had allowed herself to be taken away by a Deatheater without a fight, nevermind that he was her teacher. Some Gryffindor you are, Granger she thought, E gads, mum....da... with horrifying clarity Hermione felt her heart constrict as though held in a vice. The words of the other Deatheater...Malfoy...rang in her mind... Ah, the mudblood likes the touch of Dark...tis a pity...your parents did not share your unique tastes. Flashes of green tinged light, light that she had thought was from the storm, lit through her mind. Feeling sick, Hermione realized what that light truly was...avada kedavra. Dead, her mind screamed, their dead....mum...da...Why!!! Why did this have to happen?!! What am I going to do now...now that your dead?

Unbidden, Hermione started to gag doubling over with such a force she pulled her professor down with her as the remnants of her partially digested shepherd pie flew from her mouth. Falling to her knees, she continued to empty her stomach of its contents until her throat burned from the passing of bilious fluids. Sitting hunched over herself, her hair which had become a mass of tangles now coated with vomit, hung down her face...obscuring her view of her teacher. Hermione tried to control the dry heaves that continued to plague her when the tears erupted. Howling in despair, she mentally berated herself for betraying her parents at the lingering memory of what Malfoy's touch had induced in her. Rocking back and forth, Hermione was lost to her grief, unaware of Professor Snape who was now settling himself for what looked to be a long wait.

Severus Snape, former Deatheater...current turncoat and spy for the side of supposed good, sat appalled at the sight of his sniveling student in front of him. He had worked hard to reach a point in his life where the atrocities that he bears witness to, almost daily, had little if any affect on him. He'd be damned if he would start now.

Introspection, a nasty thing that was, Severus thought to himself as he observed the grieving girl in front of him. It almost always had Guilt follow in its wake, leading him blindly into Remorse...these were emotions that I can ill afford. He sneered at his mental ramblings as he took out his wand to clear the crusting vomit from his clothes.

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He had had to go tonight, not that choice was ever in the mix, when he was called there was nothing for it but to come, and come he did. Facing Voldemort, he moved as if in autopilot, going through the motions as he mentally catalogued his surroundings and who was there while he fawned over the dark lord. Barely paying mind to what he was saying, listening to every other word, merely tuning in when he spoke of anything new or unusual in order to report whatever he could when he returned to Dumbledore.

Tonight an excursion was planned, to convey a message as it were, to one of his students. He had many students, many that you could barely label them as such, dunderheads that they were....the lot of them. Yet every so many years a bright and intelligent specimen found their way into his classroom. Such students never failed to get not only the attention of those around them that want to see them succeed, for them they strive to do their best, but also these students lay claim unknowingly to the attentions of those who'd rather see them go down in flames without a second thought. So it was with a hardened heart that he found himself agreeing to go 'deliver' a message to the Granger family with only a modicum of hope at reducing whatever deprave antics his 'brother' had planned.

Apparating to their house, Severus silently followed Malfoy as he breached the simple muggle security defences, gaining him access to their inner sanctum. Entering, they had found no one...at first. He watched Malfoy strut around as though he were a habitual guest of the Grangers, the arrogant bastard. They moved through the lower floor silently, knowing that any slight sound that they did make would be covered up by the raging storm outside. Voldemort always was one for the dramatic, issuing missions to be carried under the cover of darkness...stormy nights were his favorite...lending a sinister air to his plans.

Nothing but darkened rooms greeted them below accentuating the solitary light that shone from the upper landing, drawing Malfoy to it like a moth to a flame. Holding their wands out, they had mounted the stairs without preamble, after all they had a message to deliver. Off to both sides the hallway ran, flanked by doors on both ends. Moving more carefully than when they were downstairs, they had begun the tedious task of hunting for their prey. It was then that the Granger woman had come out to get something, probably a glass of water, not that she made it very far. Malfoy issued a body bind on her before advancing gleefully to make known his intentions. She wasn't too receptive, unsurprisingly. Avada Kedavra. BAM! She was gone. The flash of emerald green light that accompanied the curse brought out Granger's father, who stood in his bedroom doorway wide-eyed in shock, when he too was granted the curse at Malfoy's wand. Two down, one remains. Turning I followed as Malfoy moved to the door at the other end of the hall and taking a leaf out of his beloved lord and master, blew the door off its hinges. Finding Miss Granger huddled under the covers like that was curious, after all she was a Gryffindor, shouldn't she be waiting with wand drawn...ready to take on any assailant?

Delivery of the message...Malfoy....that is all, my mind chanted. Malfoy had other ideas as usual, a delivery of his own making. He couldn't just let the death of her parents be enough, the deaths that were intended to break her and make her fail, no he had to humiliate her as well. Drawing her out the way he did and taking advantage of the shocked state she was in was classic Malfoy. Toying with her baser instincts, Malfoy weakened her somewhat flaunted resolve, then and only then did he disclose our message...no one is immune to the Dark Lord...punctuating it with his wand in her back.

I had had enough. Never let it be said that the student shall always surpass the master. Malfoy was the perpetual student, whereas I am the master. Claiming my right to partake in the fun I put a stop to Malfoy, lest he should forget himself and end Miss Granger's life. Removing his wand, I tucked Miss Granger into my arms and proceeded to perpetuate the ruse of depravity that Malfoy had begun. Twining her hand in mine I had taken to caress her, indulging Malfoy I know, but buying time for me to salvage what I could from the situation at hand. How was I to know that I would be affected any different than I had before on past excursions of similar circumstance. Holding her the way I did sparked something inside of me, something that has to be held in check...having no use for such fanciful feelings. Yet she had felt right in my lap, so right that I nearly let my self control slip. Yes I enjoyed what I did, but I did it to save her, didn't I?

I had to get out of there, but I couldn't just leave her, knowing Malfoy would continue where I left off. That's why I took her, to protect her, until she could protect herself.

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A/N: Wow! I was really surprised by the response I received from the first chapter. Thank you to everyone that has reviewed!!!!
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