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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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He looked at Lucius’s face. ‘He looks like he’s been to hell and back. What is he hiding?’ He weakly clenched his hand to get Lucius’s attention. Blue eyes looked him. Without his Legilimency he was unable to use anything but the naked openness of his face and unguarded thoughts. He hated it, resented his weakness. But it is a tool, so he exploits it. The Sad smile lingered on his friend's lips.
“There is so much I should tell you, so much you should know. But Poppy threatened me not to tell you anything without her permission.” Lucius sighed apologetically
That is not right, since when Lucius is arid of Poppy? Of anyone? What is going on? If he received an Order, if Lucius is here, it means they both are free. So, why Lucius can’t speak? What are they hiding? Panic! Something is wrong. Very wrong!
“I know you well enough to know what you are thinking my friend. Times had changed, and I cannot afford to slip up, not at the moment at least.” Sly smile lingered on thin lips, no one was ever able to direct the way Lucius Malfoy thought or in what he believed “My freedom depends on good word and will of Potter,” the name was said in whisper with enough poison to kill, he sympathised with that “and Poppy’s in a good measure. I need to protect my family Severus, all that is left of my family, now more than ever.”
He opened his mouth, taking a breath. He will ask the questions, Poppy’s orders be damned. He will not tolerate this ignorance. He needs to be prepared for what is coming next.
“Don’t talk. Do not damage the repair they’ve done,” warns him Lucius but he ignores him
“Talk.” ‘Merlin, that hurts!’ his eyes filled with tears, unfocusing and fuzzing the picture that wasn’t clear, to begin with. It felt like someone stuck a searing hot poker in his throat. A cough shook him. Poppy’s steps
“What did I tell you?” her sharp voice rang even before she came to his view, still coughing, fighting the waves of nauseating pain he glared at her “You are the worst patient I ever was known, Severus. What he wants Lucius?”
“He wants to know, Poppy. And I can’t blame him.”
“You really can’t give yourself a break, can’t you, you mule. Fine, tell him! And you…one more word out of your mouth, no matter what you hear…” she left the threat to linger in the air. He knew that Poppy was good on her word, but he is beyond care at the moment, he looked at Lucius. His friend sighed.
“I don’t know how much you remember…” he shook his head, nothing after the bite “and I don’t have that much time to tell you in detail. Short story…no one knows how you managed to survive. But I went to retrieve your body, and that is part of the reason I am, shall we call it free? I’m under house arrest. Good news is Narcissa was not been charged, and she was even commended for helping Potter. Draco, he was tried, but Potter and Granger watched for him, he is charged for the insane amount of pro bono working hours. When he started feeling better…that is.”
He looked at his friend, slightly panicked
“Draco was weak after the mark was scorched.” Lucius tapped at his left forearm, rolled the sleeve and showed his arm to him. The skin where the mark was looked like someone burned it, scar tissue was an ugly replacement for the mark “Yours is not like this, it looks like someone branded you, but it kept its shape. Being almost dead helped you. Your magic too, I guess. It was…unpleasant…experience, he started to drain us during his fight with Potter.” Lucius sighed “Some died, many ended up in St. Mungo's or like squibs. Draco was weak, but he recuperated well enough, thank Merlin, his magic was not damaged too much. But on his way home for the trials, someone cursed him, and we waited a long time for help.”
He frowned, he knew exactly what that meant bloody hypocrites, all of them. Anger rose in him like the tide.
“Once again, Potter, Granger and Poppy intervened. He is much better now. still, in bed, Narcissa won’t move from his side. She is spoiling the boy too much. He will destroy Malfoy name,” sighed Lucius theatrically and he smiled “what’s left of it anyway. They gave us a hefty fine, too. Sadly for them, they don’t have a clue that they didn’t even make a dent in my wallet.” They both snickered. “I can come to visit you if I’m with escort…” Lucius paused in his monologue
‘Here it comes. What could be that bad?’ he thought. Plenty. He couldn’t even begin to phantom all the possibilities.
“Well, the Manor is full of Aurors on daily basis. They are trying to find and take all the Dark artefacts and books. I left them to play around. We moved to the East Wing, Narcissa is planning thorough redecorating once all this is over. Potter is the one escorting me here.”
‘Ah, well not so bad just annoying as hell.’
“He comes here with me for two reasons. First, he doesn’t trust my safety with anyone else. There are still plenty of those who would want a Malfoy skin rug in front of their fireplace.” He always loved the way Lucius phrased information, giving him more than surroundings could read “and he comes to visit Granger.”
His eyes widened, what happened? If she was testifying, she was fine, then why would Potter visit her here, in hospital wing
“He…placed her here to guard you.” Long pause. His brain tried to process the information. No, no, no! They didn’t place him under the protection of prissy little know-it-all with the broom handle up her ass. They did not! “She is a faithful watch-dog. I have to give her that. She defended you, even from me.” Lucius chuckled “Which is good, I think, there is plenty of those who want a Snape rug as well. Even more of those who want nag you or apologize or just hero worship you. Being here is one of few safe places you could be.”
‘What are you hiding Lucius?’ his eyes glued to the man, he twitched his hand, nudging Lucius to keep talking. Lucius phrasing became more and more cautious and that worried him
“At least she is useful for something, idiotic chit that she is. She refuses to budge from you, even sleep in this room.” Another pause. No, no, no! The worried, gentle voice…it can’t be her! Please, Salazar, don’t let it be her. The female presence in his mind… it can’t be! They must have brought a healer from St. Mungo’s, they wouldn’t allow a child to…no! He is panicking now, enraged, looking at Lucius, searching for answers. His head is splitting from pain.
“I am afraid so, my friend. The girl disobeyed Poppy, she tried to wake you up from coma…I…I don’t know what she did, or even if her meddling affected you to wake up. We couldn’t do anything until you wake up. As soon as Poppy gives her blessing, I would like, with your permission, of course, to see…” he nods, as vigorously as he can
“Not until he’s better.” Poppy’s voice, he turns his head to the direction of the sound, pain is substantial but he would gladly suffer twice as much to get his answers “Severus, you are too weak.” Tries Poppy but stops and… “Oh, very well, be careful Lucius, do not cause any damage.”
Lucius nods and looks at him
“May I?”
He stares in the man's eyes. He feels a slight pressure of the wand at his temple and Lucius is in his head. It is not too gentle presence, but Lucius is not skilled as Dumbledore was or as he is. Lucius was a student of his father. He does not remember much, mostly the memory of the branding ceremony lingers in his mind and the constant presence of unfocused and flustered mind. Lucius pulls back
“Glad to say you are undamaged, but the part of…well, she is sort of stuck in your mind, my friend. If I am to help you I need to know more…” Lucius’s voice is tender but he can hear underlying roar of anger. He looked at him and grins slowly ‘Give her hell.’ It must have shown on his face. Lucius lurches from his seat and disappears from his view, followed by Poppy’s footsteps.
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Harry walked into Poppy’s office. Hermione is there, pacing. She runs to him and clings around his neck. Laughing and sobbing at once. He pulls her to the small cot placed near the wall. He is worried for her, saddened that she is suffering. He does not know how to help her or even if it's possible.
“He’s awake!” she says “Oh, Harry, he died, he is so dead…”
He is utterly confused. Emotions clash on Hermione’s face almost violently. Happiness, sadness, despair, joy,… They are so jumbled, so diametrically different. They contort her features.
“What are you talking about, Hermione? He is alive and awake. Malfoy is with him right now and Poppy too. If something happened, they would let us know.”
“No. No. I know he’s alive. But he is also dead.”
“You are confusing me, not to mention scaring the daylights out of me, Hermione.”
“I saw him, the day, the days after your mother… Oh, I’m so sorry Harry!”
He waves his head, whatever she wants to tell him it better be in the open, she nods and takes a shuddery breath
“He loved her so much, you can’t even begin to understand how much. I’m not even sure I can, and I saw it! Felt it. He died. His soul died with her.” She starts to sob “And, oh you won’t believe…but even after he woke up,…” she starts to cry and he holds her. She cries for a long time and he feels helpless to console her, he is unable to do so “I still see them…his memories…even after….Poppy gave us…the Dreamless Sleep…but those are not…dreams…Harry…Memories are…unaffected…by potion…I still see them!”
She resumes her crying and he is just holding her. He hates to see her like this, broken. He let his mind be clear, just rocking her and waiting for her sobs to stop.
Suddenly, the door bangs. He flinches, Hermione issues a small startled yelp. Lucius is advancing towards them, anger latched on his face. He looks menacing, murderous. Wand in his hand pointed toward Hermione. He raises his wand but Lucius pays him no attention, he limps with determination toward her.
“Mr Potter, let him.” He hears Poppy
Lucius, grabs Hermione by the chin, points his wand and say “Legilimens” he stares in her eyes for a long time, and then he blinks. She slouches on the cot, tears rolling, pressing hands to her temples. He knows that pain. Lucius’s voice is pure hatred
“What did you do? Explain in detail. Now.”
“Nothing.” Sobs Hermione “I combined mind healing, there is so little on it, I combined it with Legilimency and some Muggle psychiatric techniques I read about…”
“You idiot! You are no Mind Healer. You are no Legilimens. And you are not Muggle whatever you just said. You are just meddling brat. What did you wish for?”
“I…I don’t understand.”
“I bet you don’t. When you were pulling from his mind, what did you wanted?”
“To stop…” she cries “…to take away his pain.”
“I should kill you!” spats Malfoy and turns around marching out of the room. Poppy shakes her head and follows him. He hugs her again, she is crying loudly now, clutching his robes.
Suddenly, a huge pressure fills the air. Magic. Wild, angry, crushes the air around them. Majority of patients in the ward starts to cry out of moan. The soundless “NO” vibrates through the magical wave.
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