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Dark Gods In The Blood	By : Hayseed Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3951 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: In which all questions
are answered. Well ... some of them, at
any .

Hermione couldn�t tell
whether Kingsley was angry or relieved.
Possibly, it was some esoteric mixture of the two.

�So what you�re telling
me is that you two ran across this ... Stan Walker completely independently of
each other?� he was asking, confusion written across his face.

�Yes,� she said,
exchanging a look with Severus. He had
a patch of pink, new skin running down his throat -- her fingers itched to
touch it, to reassure herself yet again that he was unharmed.

Severus had lost
consciousness there in Walker�s flat.
Afraid he was dying, she�d searched the room for her wand, turning
Walker�s body into a Portkey and sending them all to St. Mungo�s. Her broken wrist had been repaired before
she could blink and the scratches on her face had nearly completely faded -- a
single red mark ran the length of her left cheekbone, but the mediwitch who�d
taken care of the healing assured her it would fade within the month. Severus had taken a bit longer to heal -- a
concussion combined with severe blood loss meant that he�d spent the day after
their little adventure floating in and out of consciousness, groggy and
irritable.

Hermione had not been
able to bring herself to leave his bedside.
She assumed St. Mungo�s had informed Perkins of the whereabouts of their
runaway, and possibly Albus Dumbledore as well, who had sent an owl to St.
Mungo�s just that morning, and so when Severus woke up, she�d been the only
person in his room. Once he had
improved sufficiently, they took a Portkey to the Aurory and went straight to
Kingsley Shacklebolt�s office for debriefing.

Walker, of course, was
taking up a shelf in St. Mungo�s morgue.
Hermione wondered briefly who would come to claim the body but soon
found herself not caring.

�And you,� Kingsley said,
turning to look at Severus fully. �Why
aren�t you at Perkins? Did they release
you?�

�Not exactly,� he
replied, plucking anxiously at one of the sleeves of the robe St. Mungo�s had
given him upon his release. �But I
received an owl from Albus today. He
said he�s prepared to make the necessary arrangements.�

Sighing, Kingsley
collapsed into his desk chair so that he could glare at them both equally. �You two have put me in one hell of a tight
spot. I�ve got at least four dead
wizards, a dead killer, an escaped lunatic, and a civilian who put a knife in
the killer�s heart. The press is at my
throat.�

Severus winced
involuntarily and Hermione put a hand absently on his arm.

�Don�t get me wrong,� he continued
in a mild voice. �I�m glad you took
Walker out, as far as that goes. But I
don�t even know why

She stared at a large,
dark stain on the floor, vivid in the bright lights that the Aurors had set up
in order to properly gather evidence.
The muscles in his chest had just ... given away under her blade. And that awful sucking sound as he took his
last breath. Her eyes closed. �Severus, how many people have...?�

Infuriatingly, he just
paused, waiting for her to finish. She
could feel his eyes on her cheekbone, on her temporary scar.

With a deep breath,
Hermione spoke as quickly as she could, gaze finally lifting to meet his
own. �How many people have you had to
kill?�

�A few,� he said quietly,
calm look turning to a penetrating stare.

�With a Muggle weapon?�
she pressed.

Was that compassion in
his eyes? As she�d never seen such an
emotion coming from Severus before, she actually had no idea. �No,� he admitted.

Hermione�s eyes ked ked
back to the dark spot. �When I close my
eyes, I see his face.�

�Not forever,� Severus
promiin ain an uncharacteristically gentle voice.

Again, she looked up into
his eyes, dragging her focus away from the spot where she�d killed a man in
cold blood. They stared at each other
for a long moment -- comfort stretching into awkwardness stretching into an
inexplicable tension.

It was Severus who looked
away first this time, turning his head to glance out the window. Something in his expression shifted. �It�s raining,� he said quietly.

�It is,� she agreed.

tly,tly, he walked out of
the room, leaving Hermione to wonder.
But she soon caught sight of him through the window, walking out of the
building, through the grass.

Severus came to a stop in
the middle of the small clearing, standing in what was threatening to become a
small downpour. In a gesture that
Hermione didn�t even begin to understand, Severus spread his arms wide,
throwing his head up in the air, mouth falling open to catch the raindrops.

Hermione stood at the
window for many minutes, transfixed by the sight of Severus Snape, motionless
in the rain, slicking his hair to his forehead, drinking raindrops like a
child.

After an indeterminate
length of time, she left Constantius Walker�s flat behind, left his spirit
behind, coming to stand beside Severus, feeling the cold rain trickle down her scalp,
down her back, even into her shoes, throwing her head back in kind to drink her
fill, feeling comforted by the act, although she did not know why.

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