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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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A/N: I know that I’m home, but I am buried under the tons of work, to describe precisely - I feel like I’m under the attack of at least two dozen angry bludgers - so, I will do my best to post a chapter every two - three days, but I can’t promise you more until 20th this month.
The chair is hard and uncomfortable, it bites the skin like it is made of metal, not wood. The moment he sat on it chains shackled his hands and feet. He hates it. The rows of faces staring at him. An endless streak of questions and accusations, he gives his answers automatically. ‘I can’t believe I let myself be talked into this.’ His mind is still numb. He is numb.
“Mr Snape, plenty of convicts before you implicated you as one of Voldemort’s closest men. What do you have to say to that?”
“I had to be.” It is true on so many levels
“So you do admit being a Death Eater of your own free will?”
“It is rather hard to hide.” ‘If I tick them off enough, maybe they will still grant me oblivion.’
“Severus did what I asked him to do. If you are sent somewhere it is rather hard to be there by chance. He was in a unique position to be placed near Voldemort due to his connections. And he provided valuable information.” Albus rose from one of the seats “Everything that he did, he did with my blessing.”
“The raids, the tortures, poisons,…”
“Yes. We were in the war, we had our man in enemy's camp, working as one of them. What do you think, how long he could stay there, or alive if he refused? As I gave you the documentation you could see that all said by others, was already there. We didn’t hide anything.”
“We were missing the details.” Groused one woman
“And how details change things?”
“They are…”
“Not pleasant, I assure you I know..” smiled Albus mildly “but they were necessary. We didn’t have pure blood kid volunteers to his position, they either joined resistance or fled the country.” He gave a pointed look to the woman, Severus was almost amused by her squirm “I used Severus, he had opportunity and connections, but he is half-blood, some sacrifices had to be made, compromises accepted, for the Greater Good.”
Greater good, he scoffed internally, there was no greater or smaller good, just power games. They continued to bicker, and he sat there, almost forgotten. Observer. Like it was someone else and not his destiny, his skin on the line. Do I care at all?...
… Lucius is sprawled lazily in a big wing back chair, his blond hair is a mess and a stark contrast to Burgundy brocade. He raises a glass
“For freedom, Severus”
“For freedom” he raises his glass. Odd sort of emptiness settled inside him, he is calm, maybe too calm.
“What happened in the trial? I wanted to come but I am prohibited, what a robust and incorrect term, from the courtroom.”
“Dumbledore lied for me.”
“You don’t say!” Lucius is half-lifted in his seat “Old goat really did that?”
“Mhm. But I’m starting to believe that I would be better off in Azkaban.”
“Don’t say that. You wouldn’t enjoy Bella as your next door neighbour.”
“I wouldn’t, then again, Dementors wouldn’t find me as much of a meal anyway. And I’d prefer them to screaming idiotic children anytime. Can you imagine me as a teacher?”
“No, I can’t say that I do. What will you teach?”
“Potions. Albus won’t let me near Dark Arts. He believes that Dark Lord will return…”
“Well, at least you will be where he wanted you in the first place.”
“Indeed.” He smirks
A blond toddler runs into the room and to his arms, he picks him up and toddler clings to his robes, rubbing his soft hair next to his cheek.
“Severus, pay” baby looks at him with its silver blue eyes and for a split second something in his chest constricts painfully
“What would you like to play, Draco?” he asks, Malfoy’s are probably the only people who know that he is capable to speak so softly and affectionately
“Cook!”
“Lucius, you have to teach your child that making potions and cooking are two different things.”
“You teach him. I’ll have to be the boogeyman soon enough. This way he will have at least one male role model he wouldn’t hate.”
“So, club tonight?”
“Aren’t you the father of this baby in my arms, Lucius?”
“His mother told me so.” Grins Lucius
“Narcissa is going to hex your bollox off, and I won’t defend you.”
“She is fine with it, as long as I follow the rules – watch, don’t touch.”
“I’m in no mood for the club.”
“Nonsense! You have a reputation to uphold. Especially if the Old Goat is right.”
Baby in his arms slapped its little hand on his cheek and he looked at him, frowning. Baby giggled and grabbed his nose
“Sevus, cook.”
“Fine.” He sighed, getting up “Let’s cook up a remedy for your daddy’s bollox.”
“Bollox!” repeated baby and Lucius sputtered the drink
“Severus, please, don’t teach him that.”
“C’mon Draco, let’s widen your vocabulary.” He cooed to the baby walking out of the room, escorted with Lucius’s threats.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
For a man with severe limp, Lucius sure was fast. Harry is huffing jogging to keep up with Malfoy. They barged into Poppy’s office with a loud bang of the door. Matron jumped started
“Well I really…everyone is running today. This is a hospital, at least try to uphold a modicum of good manners.” She scolds them
“Yes, yes. Can I see him?”
“You can, but he is sleeping. I gave him Sleeping and Calming Draught. To her as well, Mr Potter. It was an exciting day.”
“How is he?”
“Awake. And that should be enough for now.”
“Does he know?”
“I don’t know how much he knows Lucius!” Poppy’s voice is sharp with a tingle of threat “And you will not tell him or let him speak for now. His throat is still healing.”
“Can Hermione go home now?” he asks full of hope
“No, Mr Potter, for more reasons than one. First of them would be – she is not here as my aid, she is a patient.”
“But…she is crying all the time. I don’t think it is good for her to be so much around him, she develops an unhealthy obsession.”
“She is precisely where she should be. Or do you claim to know my job better than me?”
“No.” he gulps
“Right you are. Now, you two can wait, quietly in the hallway. I’ll call you when they wake up, it won't be long now.”
They walk to the hallway and sit in silence, either have the will to speak. Lucius looks like he meditates, so he took out his textbook and started to read. Two hours later Poppy shows up
“Mr Potter, Hermione is in my office. You may tell him the good news Lucius, but not the bad ones, not yet.” Matron huffs at them and walks away.
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His head is fuzzy he opens his eye and blinks. A familiar ceiling greets him and he frowns. Footsteps, he holds his breath. Poppy’s voice.
“You have visitors. He waits for you in my office, hurries now dear, quietly, this is hospital after all.”
The second set of footsteps, much lighter fades as the person leaves the room. He tries to turn his head be he can’t. What is going on? His heart starts to race and beeping sound rings through the room.
“Easy now, Severus. Your throat is still on the mend, I placed the charm to fixate your neck muscles. I’ll release it now if I hear even a peep from you…” he gives a minuscule nod. “You have a visitor too, young men.”
Poppy comes into his vision, she is a bit blurry, edges are not so sharp but at least his eyes work. He is relieved. She places a few pillows beneath his head, lifting him slightly. He still has trouble with turning his head or moving his muscles, he looks at Poppy almost panicked.
“Your muscles are weak, but not dysfunctional, it will just take time for you to men properly. Don’t you worry, boy, you have excellent care. The young lady that takes care of you is quite dedicated to helping you. Try not to give her grief, too much.”
He smiles at Poppy. Footsteps again. Heavy, dragging, with a cling of the cane.
“I’ll leave you two alone.” Poppy smiles, she removes one strand of his hair from his face, gently and leaves his view range.
Heavy footsteps with cane approach. Who is it? Will they take him to Azkaban now, or will they wait until he is better? Blond hair drifts into his line of sight, and his eyes widen. Lucius! Looking ragged and tormented, but alive. He breathes a hissing whoosh of air. The feeling of joy wash over him. Lucius sits on the bed, so he could see him. Takes one of his hands and grips it tightly, his eyes are happy and sad at the same time.
“Draco and Narcissa send their love.” He whispers “I am so happy that you are alive, brother.”
He closes his eyes, they are alive. The air is thick and sticky as if it is made of dough. One warm tear slides to the side of his face, and he is unable to stop it. Cold, slim hand caught it and stopped tears almost painfully slow tickle
“Will you, for once in your life, think of yourself instead of the others?” even though the words are meant to sound harsh, Lucius’s voice is cracked, he looks at him. Lucius's blue eyes are watery “We are a couple of old fools, my friend. But at least we are alive and free. So, you may very well stop planning your escape. I wager that this is the safest place for you War Hero.”
War hero, that doesn’t sound right. He killed Albus. He let kids be tortured. Surely someone is after his skin.
“You were having a quite a nap my friend, almost 6 months. You were charged and freed, once again. Received Order of Merlin First Class to boot. You always wanted one, if I remember correctly. The bane of your existence survived and defended you, fiercely I might add.”
Potter is alive, now that is a news. How? He looks at Lucius.
“Don’t ask me how. He won’t talk about it. However, he did paint you a hero, still, sings the praises in your name to the press. Little Mud…Muggle born, it is so hard to be politically correct these days, and Whislet jumped on the band wagon too, even George Weasley. He bragged how you cut his ear to save his life.” Lucius chuckles “You are…one…lucky…tosser, my friend.”
He tries to tighten his hand around Lucius’s, but his strength is almost non-existent. He looks at the man’s eyes trying to silently communicate his content and happiness.
“I know, my friend, I know.” Sighs Lucius and lifts his gaze somewhere above his head. They stay in silence. There is plenty to talk about but for now, he is at peace. Lucius, Narcissa and Draco are alive, and at the moment that is all that matters.
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