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Little Red Riding Hood, A Beast and A Potions Mast	By : Polypectron Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7569 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and SSHG is not canon. This is a work of fiction. I am not profiting from it. All characters, places, objects and realities belong to J K Rowling and the Potterverse.

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The loving friends: Harry and Ron (loving friends)

School Patron: Madam Pomfrey

Beast: The Grim Sirius Black

Woodcutter: Snape (Potions Master o'course)

Red Riding Hood: Little Red Cross is Hermione.

This story contains character death, violence, attempted rape and murder. (Really in the one story?)

All characters belong to J K Rowling and the Fairy tale belongs to time. Hope you enjoy

Sirius the Grim

Once upon a time there was a young witch studying magic in a wonderful school for witchcraft and wizardry called Hogwarts. She was the smartest and most beautiful girl of her age. Her school friends Harry and Ron loved her dearly and she loved to help them with their homework. The schools patron Madam Pomfrey was also quite fond of the girl. The young witch, being as clever as she was would assist the Madam in the Hospital Wing and deliver potions to her from the Potions Master. Madam Pomfrey was so grateful for her help that she conjured little red robes with a Medical crest to keep her safe. It suited her so well that everyone called her Little Red Cross.

One day her friend Harry said, "We are heading off to Quidditch practice Little Red Cross. You have been working so hard to help us with our homework, Ron and I brought you some honeysuckle tea to take with you to Madam Pomfrey. Now go and fetch the potions the Potions Master has prepared for her."

Little Red Cross smiled happily, thanking her friends for the gift and left them. She made her way to the dungeons, walking past portraits of distinguished figures who greeted her merrily, they loved her as well and said things like,

"How do you do Little Red Cross?"

"How lovely you look in your little red robes"

"How lucky the school patron is to have you assist her!"

Little Red Cross thanked them but did not stop to chat. Madam Pomfrey was expecting her soon and she still had to collect the healing potions from the Potions Master.

As she was walking through the halls she met a man called Sirius. He was a grim in disguise. He would have liked to have ravished her on the spot. He was looking for his godson Harry who was Little Red Cross's best friend. He also thought she was so smart and so beautiful, but he did not dare touch her because they were not far from the Potions Masters Office. He pretended to be very kind and asked her where she was going.

The poor girl did not know that she was in danger, she was quite fond of Sirius, he was after all Harry's godfather. "I am going to see Madam Pomfrey, I help her stock the potions cupboard, but first I must quickly collect the new potions from the Potion's Master, I am running late as it is."

"Is that Madam Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing?" asked the grim

"Oh yes," replied Little Red Cross, "Do you remember the Hospital Wing? It is on the third floor, she has had quite an influx of students as of late but it has been very quiet during the holiday season, we are stocking up on potions while we have a chance."

"Well", said the grim. "I would like to see her too. I have a terrible kink in my back" lied the grim, "maybe I'll see her after I visit Harry, do you know where he is?"

"He is out practicing Quidditch"

The grim set off up the stairs, pushing past the girl, breathing in her scent and his chops frothing slightly. The girl entered the dungeon and approached the Potion's Master. He was busy marking fifth year papers with an angry red quill and a dower look on his face.

"Excuse me Potions Master, but I am here for the potions for Madam Pomfrey and it seems I am running a little late."

The Potion's Master did not look up from his marking of papers but picked up his wand and pointed it at a long potions desk. Over flew a dark box, fourteen vials and four jars of salve. He then conjured a brown wicker basket in which he placed the items. Little Red Cross caught the basket in her hands.

"Tardiness, will not be acceptable, Now pay attention. I will say this only once. In the dark box you will find several elixirs that are none of your concern but are very sensitive to light. Do not open this box. Give it straight to Poppy. The four pink vials are Skelegrow, the six beige vials are Dreamless sleep and the four red vials are Pepper Up potions. The four jars are filled with Essence of Dittany salve I have created for skin application. Do you understand?"

He did not look at her.

Little Red Cross repeated his instructions and thanked him for his assistance. To which he gave a short nod. She exited the dungeon and began her ascent up the stairs. The Potion Masters eyes watched her as she walked from behind an essay.

The grim had decided to delay meeting his godson, he was still not aware he had snuck into Hogwarts so he could take a moment to trick Little Red Cross. It had not taken the grim very long to reach the Hospital Wing. He reached up and knocked at the door.

Tap, tap.

"Who is it?" came a voice from inside.

"It is I, Little Red Cross, remember you gave me these lovely red robes I am wearing," said the grim, disguising his voice, "I have brought you some healing potions the Potions Master has prepared for you!"

Madam Pompfrey, who was making a bed, called out, "Lift up the latch and by all means come in!"

The grim lifted the latch and the door opened.

"Sirius Black!? I thought it was Little Red Cross at the door. Help!"

At once the grim leapt at the Madam and ate her up in less than a second. The afternoon light shone into the room from several large windows. Then he closed the door. He picked up her discarded clothing thrown hazardously around the room as he had devoured her. He picked up her stockings and pulled them on, then her pale blue robes, he pulled that over his head. Finding her apron and bonnet under the table he put them on and conjured a mirror. Tucking his hair under his bonnet and flattening the apron he desided to look for the darkest part of the Hospital Wing. Once she would come inside, it would be too dark for her too see and he would give he alcohol from a flask he carried with him. He climbed into the bed and pulled up the covers.

A few moments later she knocked at the door.

Tap, tap.

"Who is it?" came the gruff grim's voice.

When she heard this Little Red Cross was a little scared at first and clutched her wand, but remembering it was Madam Pomfrey she answered, "It is I, Little Red Cross, remember you gave me these lovely red robes I am wearing," said the grim, disguising his voice, "I have brought you some healing potions the Potions Master has prepared for you!"

The grim softened his voice a little and called out, "Lift up the latch and by all means come in!"

Little Red Cross lifted the latch and the door opened.

The grim called from the dark corner of the room, behind a thick curtain and said, "Come join me at the back of the Hospital Wing dear and come sit on the bed beside me, I am just having a rest."

Little Red Cross placed the basket of potions on the table and pulled out the honeysuckle tea the boys had given her, "Are you very tired? Well while you rest I will make us some honeysuckle tea the boys gave me, they are so thoughtful." Putting the tea on the table, Little Red Cross conjured a tea pot and filled it with water "Aguamenti" and charmed it to boil.

"Now the Potions Master gave me a dark box you will find several elixirs that are very sensitive to light. He said you knew what they were and that I was not to open it. So I did not. The four pink vials are Skelegrow, the six beige vials are Dreamless sleep and the four red vials are Pepper Up potions. The four jars are filled with Essence of Dittany salve he has created for skin application."

"Enough talk my dear" snapped the grim; growing hungry, "come sit on the bed beside me!"

Shocked at the outburst, Little Red Cross placed a stasis charm on the pot and made her way over to the school patron. Noticing his mistake, the grim gave the girl a giant smile and apologised. "I am sorry dearie, but it has been a very long day and I am very tired."

The girl was saddened at her mentors confession, kicking off her shoes and placed her wand on the table. Walking over to the bed, she climbed up it and settled in next to the grim.

"Here my dear, have a sip of this, it will help you relax, always helps me after a long day" the grim said behind the bed sheet, extracting a silver flash from his pocket, it was full of Ogden's whisky. "Take a long sip my dearie"

Little Red Cross, took the flask apprehensively, but took a long sip from it, she trusted her Madam. She choked a little, it burned her taste buds and bubbled in her throat. After awhile she giggled and the grim laughed.

"Madam Pomfrey, what big arms you have!" she cried,

"Well you need strong arms to handle the rowdy students dear," improvised the grim.

"And Madam Pomfrey, what big ears you have? Oh gosh, how rude of me!" said the girl, clumsily,

"That's quite alright dear, all the better to listen to heart beats and bodily ticks, here have another sip"

The girl took another sip, she was slightly tipsy now.

"What big eyes you have!"

"All the better to read the terribly tiny potions labels Snivellus writes"

The grim blanched at the slip of his enemies nickname, but the girl had not noticed. She was laughing at the nickname he bestowed to the Potions Master. She was relaxing against him so he raised his hand to caress the girl's cheek, then her forehead, pretending to check her temperature. She shivered under his touch. The girl had not yet noticed his deception. The girl reached out for another sip and the grim obliged.

"Madam Pomfrey! What big teeth you have!" giggled Little Red Cross.

"All the better to eat you with, my dear!" howled the grim.

The grim licked his sheets of the bed and flipping her over and pinning her to the bed. She tried to scream but he planted a rough hand over her face and cast a silencing spell, and pinned her magically to the bed. The grim sat back on his haunches.

Grinning madly at her he willed his body to transform. He had held it back as long as he could but now he welcomed it like a long lost brother. Little Red Cross beheld before her a man begin to shift and crack, his body fuzzing and stretching and then huffing loudly over her stood a large shaggy haired dog. A grim. His head snapped forward and growled low at Little Red Cross.

She was beautiful. Perfect and drunk. He could tell. He could smell her for his nose was acutely sensitive Her small breasts heaved up and down rapidly under her cotton shirt her drunken face stared horrified back at him. The grim's gaze dropped down to her skirt. It had hiked up revealing lilac panties. He allowed a savage grin, revealing two rows of stained razor sharp teeth.

The grim began to lick and nip across her face. His tail wagged excitedly behind him, while the young girl sobbed silently and shook violently. Willing the creature to release her. Noticing her tears, he lapped them up hungrily. Resting on her stomach. He released a yip, a quite happy one, it would have been adorable in another situation. Instead it sickened her. His fur tickling banged heavily against her body.

Once he was done licking every inch of her face, he was going to change back and have his merry way with her.

"Expelliarmus!"

Before the grim could register what was happening, he was blasted across the room and into the wall with a sickening crunch. He let out a painful howl and looked up to see the Potions Master standing in the door way with his arm out stretch. The grim sounded a deathly howl and stood on its haunches, turning back into the man they called Sirius. He stood unashamed and went to reach for his wand,

"Expelliarmus", again shouted the Potion's Master, "Sectumsempra!"

The grim howled in pain as the spells slammed into him. It felt as if a thousand swords slashed and stabbed at his body. Blood poured profusely from his stomach, arms, legs and back. His tears poured like rivers from his eyes and he choked on his tongue.

"Silencio!" Spat the Potions Master. The grims cries fell on silent, he tore at his throat and writhed on the ground. "Oh how I had hoped I been the one to catch you"

Little Red Cross stared at the grim rolling back and forth on the floor, the Potion's Master did not look at her but she felt the magic binding her to the bed lifting, "Finite Incantatem".

She quickly covered herself with her red robes and scooted backwards on the bed, resting her back against the iron head board. Little Red Cross heard the Potions Master cast a powerful ward on the door , locking it and pointing his wand back at the grim menacingly, "I knew you were sneaking into the castle Black, to see that bastard Potter no less. No one believed me, just as well I knew you to be so foolish"

"Finite Incantatem!", the grim could speak once more.

The Grim sneered at the Potions Master, "As usual Snivellus, your keen and penetrating mind has come to the wrong conclusion! You see I actually snuck in here to see my young lover Little Red Cross, so if you don't mind, why don't you just go and play somewhere else"

In a fit of anger the Potion Master snapped his wand at the grim, "I could do it you know! But why deny the Dementor's they are so longing to see you!" he smirked at the grim's visible blanch, "Do I detect a flicker of fear? Oh yes, one can imagine what that must be like. I heard it is almost unbearable to witness but I'll do my best! Petrificus Totalus"

The grim froze. Was this the end?

Turning towards Little Red Cross for the first time that night, the Potion Masters black eyes met the girls own Hazelnut swirls. "You know what this THING tried to do." He directed at the girl, "he deserves to rot in Azkaban, a soulless husk! Is this what you so wish?" Little Red Cross stared at her Potions Master.

Taking in for the first time, his shoulder length ebony hair that seemed to sway around his masculine face, his aquiline nose protruded from his face emphasising his brow, which was furrowed with sincere concern. He spoke again, "Hermione, is this what you want?"

She shook her head and started to cry, she could not stand to look at the grim and that was all the answer he needed. Whipping around he pointed his wand towards the grim. Dark eyes stared fearfully into enraged pools of black abyss.

"Avada Kedavra!

A jet of violent green light burst from his wand and the grim was no more.

Silence.

After what seemed like an age, the Potions Master turned around to face the girl. He had an angry look on his face, sorely pissed that he had to kill the grim, but the look on the girl told him it had to be done. Slowly he walked towards the bed, taking off his large robe as he walked. Reaching the bed he sat up next to the girl and pulled his robe around her.

Little Red Cross sat petrified as the man who had just saved her life and her maiden head pulled her into him. Little Red Cross muttered, "Thank you Professor Snape" and for the first time in her life of knowing him, she saw a small smile stretch across his lips, it was a dangerously possessive smile but a smile none the less.

And just like that, no one was ever bothered by that wicked creature again.
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