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Forbidden Rapture	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 49871 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Author's Notes:
OMG. OMG. OMG.
I'M FINALLY BACK AND I'M STILL ALIVE.
*calms down*
Okay. After the audition, the dress rehearsals became daily and my major lessons as well.
It was literary deadly.
The supposedly one hour lessons became until five hours.
I slept very late and woke up the ff day very early to ensure a studio at school (it's recital season so all the studios were always with students practicing).
Anyway, skipping the prologue, the recital was May 13, saturday 630pm my time.
Family and friends were there as well as the woman who gave me my scholarship.
But it was crazy.
It was over before I knew it.
Dinner reception came next.
It were all fun, crazy and fast paced!
I got a reaaaaaaaaaally good grade and my professor and her professor friends were all quite happy.
I want to share some pics and videos of it but idk how to send you guys. Let me know how I can possibly send you!
ANYWAY.
Baccalaureate Mass is tomorrow afternoon, graduation practice on June 2 and FINALLY graduation rites on June 5.
Finally! After about seven years at the conservatory!!!!
GOING BACK.
Here is a loooong chapter.
Yes, I'm giving back after the days or weeks of hiatus.
Hope you like my post today.
Comments are most welcome.
Hope you love this post.
Yes, mysteries are unveiled and YES WE ARE NEARLY DONE HERE.

Lots of love always
xx

PS
tell me how you've all been! crazy to be back here.

Chapter Thirty Four
The Unbreakable Vow

“Are you alright?”
Snape turned around and saw Narcissa enter the study of the Malfoys.
“You don’t look well.” Snape commented seeing her pale face. “Have you been taking the potions I’ve given you?”
Narcissa stared up at Snape’s genuinely concerned look.
He moved to her and moved his hand towards her but she shoved his hands away from her face.
“Don’t change the topic.” Narcissa snapped at him as she moved away. “What happened?”
“What happened about what?” Snape asked staring at her back.
Narcissa shook her head holding back her irritation at his answer.
“I heard the Dark Lord.. questioned your – rather – tardiness at today’s meeting.”
“Oh that.” Snape softly said. “It was.. nothing. I already explained it to him.”
“Care to explain to me too?” Narcissa asked with a raised brow.
Snape knew that tone too well.
He moved from her as she faced him.
“Where have you been?” Narcissa asked him with a sharp tone. “Where have you been, Severus?”
“Nowhere.” Snape answered firmly. “I just had to return to Hogwarts.”
“Really?” Narcissa asked him. “A few hours after the ambush and you had to return to Hogwarts?”
Snape didn’t say anything.
“What did you do at Hogwarts then?” she asked. “Grade some papers? Put some students in detention?”
“I needed to secure my position. I needed to remain intact with the school and all information within. They couldn’t suspect me.”
But Narcissa stared at him as if she was the one suspecting him of something.
“School has not yet resumed.” Narcissa pointed out.
“The teachers are there ahead of time.” Snape said. “I usually return a week later than the rest. I just needed to ensure that things are as we expect in the school.”
“So sweet of you to be concerned of the school in these times, Severus. You should get some sort of academic award for your services at Hogwarts.”
“I don’t have time for this.”
“Neither do I.”
Snape stared at her and could see the genuine anger growing in her face.
He looked slightly apologetic.
“The Dark Lord did not expect to get Potter last night.” Narcissa slowly began changing the topic.
“Not when everyone else was there to die for the boy.”
“But he is pleased with the results.” Narcissa continued as she stared and touched the black marble chess pieces display at the end of the large Malfoy office room.
“He should be.” Snape said with a quirked brow. “The ambush didn’t go as we had planned but we were able to cope and at the least, eliminate a few of them.”
“I heard an Auror died.” Narcissa said. “Is that true?”
“I didn’t identify who.” Snape answered. “I also heard. I’d have to do my way into finding who it was. A Weasley got injured.”
“Potter’s friend?” asked Narcissa.
Snape shook his head.
He was sure that it wasn’t that bane in his ass Ron Weasley - the Weasley that he has injured.
It was an accident, per se.
But he didn’t have a choice.
He was aiming for the fucking Death Eater near the boy but the Death Eater had dodged – which he didn’t really account for – when he aimed the spell forward.
“The girl.” Narcissa suddenly said claiming Snape’s attention back at her. “Do you know what happened to her?”
“Girl?” Snape asked.
“Yes.” Narcissa quietly answered looking closely at him. “Bella told me that she had hit the girl with a spell.”
Snape didn’t answer.
He wasn’t sure what to say.
Narcissa heavily sighed as she watched him clench his fists.
“Bella told me that the other got confused when they saw that everyone else was riding with someone who looked like Potter.”
“Yes, it was a clever plan.” Snape said with an utmost irritation in his voice.
That was something they did not expect.
It was something he also didn’t account for.
Whoever suggested that from the Order was really clever to do that.
Three guesses who it was.
“So Bella hit the girl?” Snape slowly asked trying to sound as casual as possible.
Narcissa nodded.
“That’s what my dear sister bragged about but I’m not quite sure. She was so pissed that she didn’t really see what happened. She only saw that her spell did hit one of the pairs riding and was swearing that it was the Mud-“ she paused upon remembering that Snape despised the word.
Snape didn’t say anything.
He knew what she was about to say.
He only carefully and continuously listened to her.
“The Muggle-born.” Narcissa corrected herself in front of Snape. “Potter’s friend.”
“So Bella hit the spell?”
“I think so. I’m not sure. I would have to ask her.”
“What did she say again?”
“She said she was able to hit one of the pairs riding. She thinks she saw that the pair she’s attacked is the Muggle-Born with Potter. She was aiming it at the boy. I do think it was really Potter for the way she described the flying skills of the pair she went after. The boy did a kind of swerve and well, it hit the girl instead. I don’t think he was still able to measure the way they were flying. He bagged on his speed and not the way he was flying it.”
Snape didn’t say anything
It didn’t really make sense.
The target was the boy and everyone else was secondary.
Was Bella that desperate?
No, not desperate.
Only crazy.
“I’d find out.” Snape said. “We’ll know if they bring anyone at St. Mungo’s.”
Narcissa stared closely at him.
She couldn’t help what she was feeling or rather sensing.
Something was amiss about him – something was different but she couldn’t put her finger on it.
“Are you staying for the night?” she asked him after a while.
“No.” Snape answered with such certainly in his tone. “I will also leave in a while.”
“I’ve asked them to prepare some meal for us. Eat before you leave.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“I asked you to eat with me.” Narcissa said in a different tone.
Snape looked up at her and noticed the sharpness in her tone.
“Is something wrong?” he asked her.
“None.” Narcissa said folding her arms as she stood tall. “I just want to eat with you.”
Snape looked reluctant.
He looked like he was calculating something.
“I can’t stay long.” Snape said. “There are things I must finish.”
“And places to be?” she asked him with a raised brow.
Snape sighed heavily.
“I’ll eat with you, Cissy.” he said with business in his tone. “And then I’ll leave.”
“Good enough for me.” Narcissa said and without another word, she left him in the room.

“I would need to speak to Hermione.” Lupin said staring around the room.
It was very late already and most of them were up in the kitchens of the Weasleys.
Draco was at the point of desperation.
The moment his godfather was taken from the room and was led to another for which he wasn’t allowed to, he had quickly gone to the Weasley’s.
He wasn’t sure if he was going to be welcome there but he was sure of one thing: they will help him.
The moment he arrived, the protection at the grounds alarmed its owner and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came out of the house in the very early hours of the morning.
They were perplexed upon seeing the Malfoy heir but all the same, they welcomed him inside their home and listened to what he had to say.
He told them about Hermione’s present whereabouts and why it has come to it.
Mrs. Weasley quickly asked her husband to send a Patronus to Lupin.
Soon enough, the room was filled with the rest of the Weasleys and Lupin.
They listened to what Draco Malfoy had to tell them.
They had to.
His stories were Hermione’s.
Despite that he didn’t have a vital evidence or proof of any sort other than Hermione’s stories for which his words are all they could possibly take – he had to tell them whether they believe in him or not.
Lupin was the first to react.
He did believe Draco and he did look like he couldn’t believe that he had missed all these from Harry.
The sudden changes in his mood, his reluctance to be around them or have Hermione around them, his temperament in front of others and notably in front of the Minister of Magic himself and other things that he had ignored and taken for granted.
His fists clenched over his lap as he listened to Draco’s stories.
How could he have missed what his bestfriend’s son was turning into?
How could he have overlooked all the dangerous changes in him that was transforming him into some obsessive lover?
“Hermione is alright.” Draco assured him. “She stays safe at the manor with me.”
“She prefers your company at the moment?” Ginny asked as she entered the room.
Draco turned to face her and they stared at one another.
He knew that he couldn’t really convince all of them of his good intentions nor does he beg for their trust.
But he was there and he was telling the truth, in stories through Hermione’s eyes – and it was up to them to listen or ignore Hermione’s cries for help.
“Yes.” Draco earnestly answered her. “Hermione prefers to stay with me at the moment.”
Ginny’s brows creased but she didn’t say anything.
“It’s possible for me to visit her at the manor?” Lupin slowly asked.
Draco quickly nodded at him.
“I prefer you see her as soon – before the next trial.”
“Hermione needs to be tended to accordingly.” Mr. Weasley advised as she turned to Molly.
“I’d like to go with Remus if that is alright.”
Draco nodded at her.
“I think that’s a good idea. She trusts you.” Draco said pointing at Lupin. “And she thinks your some sort of mother to her.”
Molly nodded at his reference to him.
“It’s settled then.” Draco said. “Tomorrow would be a good time. At my place.”
“Around lunch would be good.” Lupin offered.
“Good enough.” Draco said with a smile at him.
Lupin walked forward and shook hands with Draco.
“Help her.” Draco said almost pleadingly. “Please. She’s already suffered for ten years. Don’t let it happen again.”

“Protego!” Hermione screamed pointing her wand behind her.
A powerful charm protected them as Harry swerved the broom in a downward spiral direction.
Jets of sparks flew everywhere.
Screamed of spells and of confusion were heard from all directions.
The sky was filled with nothing but terror as the Death Eaters raced behind the Order to transfer Harry in a safer location.
One was already down from the Order and two Death Eaters.
“Hold tight.” Harry whispered holding Hermione’s other hand that was tight around his waist as her other hand continued to send out spells around them.
The cold breeze of the night swept past their faces as blurred visions after another passed them.
They could not see clearly who were Order members and who were Death Eaters but they could tell that they were at the losing side but the rate of what was going on.
“Harry, look out!” Hermione screamed as another spell flew towards them.
Harry yelled a spell and swerved the broomstick into another rollercoaster like move.
Hermione’s hands slipped from around his waist but he managed put it back around his waist.
Hermione screamed and held his waist tightly as she sent another spell from their recover from the previous spell.
Harry turned the broom to the side as Hermione directed because they saw a pair of Death Eaters chasing the broom of Bill and Fleur.
The spell quickly reached the two Death Eaters who quickly backed away and immediately looked around for the pair that attacked them.
“They’re too many.” Hermione breathlessly whispered against the nape of Harry’s neck.
“We’re going to go through this.” Harry said gritting his teeth.
He actually found his own words unconvincing.
It would take a miracle for all of them to survive this night.
“Damn it.” Harry cursed as he flew the broom to one direction and dived it again at another direction.
“What?” Hermione worriedly asked as she sent two more spells at their sides.
“That pair has been consistently following us.” Harry said nodding behind them.
A pair of Death Eaters at the rear had indeed been consistently following them – as if they knew that the pair they were following was the one with the real Harry Potter in it.
“Do the thing.” Hermione whispered. “That swirl you did before at a Quidditch Match.”
“Which?” Harry yelled back. “Protego!” he yelled as a spell came pelting towards them front the front.
“The one which McGonagall put you in detention for after that practice match with Slytherin.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed.
That was a good move and he was placed in detention for it.
But it was a dangerous one.
If he does not calculate that move properly, there was a chance for Hermione to slide off the broomstick behind him.
“No.” Harry stubbornly said as he held his free hand tightly over hers around his waist. “That’s too dangerous.”
“That’s the only way we can have them miss us, Harry.” Hermione said edging herself closer behind him.
“No, Hermione.” Harry said although he could tell that she was right. “This isn’t Quidditch. I can’t make a mistake.”
“You’re not going to.” Hermione said looking tightening his hold around him. “I trust you, Harry.”
“It’s too dangerous, Hermione.” Harry said as they swerved sideways to miss another spell.
“Harry, please.” Hermione begged him. “If we don’t try it, they’ll catch up on us.”
Harry swerved sideways again then another downward and sudden upward direction to miss the spells and the Death Eaters coming their way.
“Hermione, it’s too dangerous!”
“I trust you.” Hermione whispered settling herself behind him. “Come on, you can do it, Harry. I trust you.”
Harry angrily growled knowing he had no choice.
He looked sideways first then at their rear then back at front and made a quick calculation inside his head.
This wasn’t Quidditch.
There was no room for mistake.
“Hold still, Hermione.” Harry whispered and he felt her tighten both her hands around his waist.
“You can do it.” Hermione whispered against him. “I trust you, Harry. I love you.”
Harry sighed heavily and focused.
He did a short mental countdown inside his head.
And then just like he did in the Quidditch practice, he did a dangerous move of gliding the broom forward in a very fast pace, calculated to turn upside down and swerved several ways and direction before settling back into the normal pace and direction.
Hermione closed her eyes and at the fast and free-falling sensation she felt.
They were going to make it through.
They were going to survive the night.
And suddenly, she heard Harry yell a spell.
They were in the midst of the move in an almost complete attempt to finish it when out of nowhere it was interrupted by a sudden jolt, a sudden movement and a sudden attack they did not account for.
She heard him call her name as she deafened to hear her voice call his.
Their hands held one another as tight as they could possibly keep them.
Another sharp jolt.
She felt her hands slowly slip away from Harry’s grasp.
Sooner than they both expected, they were both falling down the London sky without control, without direction and without the ability to hold on and protect one another from the fast and dangerous fall they were heading to.

“Do you need anything to help you sleep?” Draco asked entering the library at the West Wing.
It was nearly one in the morning.
One day to go for the next trial.
“I’m fine.” Hermione replied staring at the book in her hand.
She had been spending her hours there but Draco could tell that she was barely reading.
She was thinking, still thinking what will happen sooner or later.
She wanted to see Snape but the arrangements that had to be made were quite a long-shot.
He knew how important it was for the two of them to see one another incase the turn of events wouldn’t be on their side.
“Your mother was an intelligent woman.” Hermione said with a smile as Draco walked forward and sat across him.
The library was the most extravagant next to Hogwarts that Hermione has ever seen.
The selections were beyond her imagination and the time she spent there, she was never going to forget.
For a moment in her life, she learned to forget all troubles one more time.
“She bought most of the books in here.” Draco revealed picking up one book from the long coffee table between their couch.
Hermione nodded.
“Most of the selections are rare – she had them bought in from other countries.”
“I could tell. Some are Latin.”
“Snape always like staying in this library. Mother always had him meet her here. She always knew what he wanted.”
“Yes..” Hermione responded. “Yes, she always did.”
“He was her favourite Slytherin.” Draco said with an almost sarcastic tone in his voice.
“He was the bright one, wasn’t he?” she said with a smile.
Draco nodded and slowly walked forward her.
He sat quietly next to her and reached out for her hand.
Hermione was reluctant but she didn’t withdraw her hand from him.
“Too bright for his own good, in fact.” Draco said with a playful smirk over his face.
They sat quietly holding one another’s hands.
There was some comfort in that little gesture for the both of them.
The silence was relaxing until Hermione spoke again.
“Draco, help him.” Hermione whispered slowly turning to him.
Draco nodded and looked up.
Hermione was crying again.
Suddenly, she placed both her hands around him.
“He only tried to save my life.” Hermione cried tightly embracing him. “He only wanted to do what was right. Everything that happened next were not of his fault.”
Draco didn’t know how to react or what to say.
He reluctantly placed his hands around her and gently patted her back.
“I’ll do everything I can.” Draco whispered hoping this would comfort her. “Everything I can, Hermione.”
“Please.” Hermione begged him. “He’s innocent. He only tried to save anyone he could. The circumstances after for which we were placed are nothing he should be accounted for. Please, he’s an innocent man. Please help Severus.”

Hermione’s whole body was screaming for her to run.
Run as fast as she could.
But she didn’t.
She couldn’t.
She knelt by the fireplace in the cottage holding Snape’s hand.
They stared at one another.
He closely stared at her as if warning her not to do anything stupid and at the same time, telling her that he was there and everything would be alright.
“Breathe.” Snape silently mouthed towards her when he noticed that she was shaking in nervousness.
Hermione heavily breathed keeping her eyes on Snape to keep her relaxed and calm.
Narcissa was walking around the two of them with her wand out.
There was something about the Malfoy woman with her wand at hand and walking around them like some vulture watching over her victims that made Hermione extremely nervous.
She did not like the idea that she was somewhat armed and she wasn’t.
Despite that she was somehow a little less scary than Bellatrix, she was still a Black and the very sister of the crazy woman she despised so much.
“You may begin.” Snape gently instructed Narcissa.
Her eyes were focused on Hermione – as if watching her and ready to attack her should she do anything stupid against this plan of hers.
“Very well.” Narcissa said halting from her slow pace around them.
Hermione’s fingers slightly moved around Snape’s but he held them closely to ensure she wouldn’t let go.
He nodded at her.
His black eyes were comforting her and keeping her still and steady.
Narcissa eyes them both before uttering a few spells first.
Hermione felt a tinge of magic draw out from her wand and around her and Snape’s hands as she began the ceremony as the Bonder.
“Will you, Hermione Jean Granger keep the secrets withheld within this cottage at Beltane for which you are bound to Severus Snape for the coming years?”
“Y-yes, I will.” Hermione answered.
Her eyes widened as a jet of spark emitted from her wand and engulfed their hands like a small serpent tying their hands together.
“Will you, Hermione Jean Granger keep in secret that it was Severus Snape that saved Harry Potter’s life by creating a potion and evoking a spell to awaken him from the state for which he has been left with after the attack?”
“I will.” Hermione answered a little louder than she had meant to.
Another jet of spark engulfed them.
“Will you, Hermione Jean Granger, stay with Severus Snape here at the cottage for the remaining years that you would have to in order to protect the outside world and yourself from the harm that the Urduja Curse has bestowed upon you?”
Hermione looked reluctant but Snape nodded at her.
“I-I will.” Hermione answered and tears were threatening to fall from her eyes.
There was a relief over Narcissa’s face but she still looked slightly worried but she didn’t say anything.
“Will you, Hermione Jean Granger, in no circumstance tell a soul the true intentions of Severus Snape upon keeping you here at the cottage and saving your life to save the lives of many especially that of Harry James Potter?”
“I will.” Hermione answered in a determined tone.
“Will you, Hermione Jean Granger keep in secret that it was I, Narcissa Black Malfoy, who helped you and knew of everything about your and Severus Snape’s whereabouts and the secrets kept within this grounds?”
Hermione didn’t answer.
She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t promise that.
She felt Snape’s fingers move around hers as if calling back her attention.
They looked at one another and Snape stared back at her as if begging her.
“Yes, I will.” Hermione quietly answered.
She looked up and saw Narcissa’s stern expression slowly relaxed.
There was almost a grateful look over her eyes that completely vanished as she continued.
“Will you, Hermione Jean Granger, entrust your whole being and your whole life to Severus Snape and do everything in your power – whatever it takes – to follow all of his orders and will for the both of you to accomplish the seven years needed in order for the Urduja Curse to die within you to keep everyone safe from the effects of the dark curse?”
“I will.” Hermione answered with an almost bitterness in her tone.
She hated Bellatrix Lestrange more than anything or anyone in the world.
Narcissa and Snape quietly stared at one another.
Snape nodded at her.
“And will you, Hermione Jean Granger, protect all secrets within this cottage no matter the circumstance – even if it places Severus Snape’s life in danger - so long as to have you, Harry James Potter and every other person you love that is involve to be protected?”
This time Hermione really did stare back at Snape.
He was asking her to protect everyone else that she loved but him.
That would mean that if the circumstance or day and time would come that she would need to choose to protect – she will be able to do so for the rest but not for him?
Not for the man who has saved her life and sacrificed everything he has for her.
Snape pressed her hands again.
He looked at her with that gentle stare that he rarely ever had.
Hermione shook her head.
Snape pressed her fingers and nodded.
She looked up at Narcissa who was waiting for her to answer to seal the spell.
Her heart was beating fast.
What was she going to do?
Snape stared at her and mouthed that he loves her – and that things would be alright as long as she follows what he was asking of her.
Without much of a choice, Hermione looked back at Narcissa and slowly turned her eyes back at their entangled hands.
“Yes.” Hermione answered despite her reluctance and her worry at that last vow. “Yes, I will.”
Narcissa’s whole body relaxed.
She breathed as the final spark shot out from her wand.
The spell took its final turn, sealed and accomplished what was needed to be kept in secret for the years that were to come.

“This is getting out of hand.” Draco said that morning.
He stared across the table where his godfather was tending over a large mark over his face.
He looked like he had been beaten to death the whole night.
“There’s nothing you can do.” Snape muttered placing the warm compress that Draco procured for him.
Draco only stared.
There really was nothing he could do.
Times has changed and tables have been turned.
Harry James Potter was the most powerful or rather influential wizard in the world after his defeat of the Dark Lord.
There was no way they could protect Snape from that kind of man right now who had the world at his feet.
“The trial is tomorrow. Can you attend?”
“I’m alive.” Snape said quietly. “I’m not invalid.”
“Hermione wants to see you.” Draco said staring closely at him.
Snape didn’t say anything.
He didn’t show any expression.
“It’s not a good idea.” Snape said after a while. “Tell her that she shouldn’t. That there is no use for it.”
“She’s emotionally suffering. She needs to see you.”
Truth was that he wanted so bad to see her.
But if he sees her for a moment knowing he’d lose her forever anyway, he rather not.
He feared that seeing her would only bring back their memories together and bring him in a further unwanted emotional disposition.
“She does want to see you. She needs to see you.”
“I know that.” Snape answered. “But she must understand that it would do us both no good. Take good care of her, Draco.”
Draco didn’t say anything.
He hated it when he spoke this way.
It was as if he was bidding them goodbye.
“I need you to know that I’m doing my best to help you. You have got to hold on.”
“I believe you.” Snape answered him. “I believe you more than you know and I appreciate all of these more than you know.”
Draco nodded and slowly stood up.
He had so many things he had to finish and accomplish in order to help Snape.
“I’ve told the Order about what’s been going on. They will try to help Harry out of this demented situation his is in.”
“You can’t help him if he does not understand.” Snape said as he also slowly stood up.
Draco stared at his godfather’s literary broken figure.
He had a fracture around the ribs and his eyes were swollen from being beaten up.
Not an Auror flinched at the sight of his beaten figure.
Harry had indeed had the world at his feet.
“I will help you.” Draco said as Snape only nodded with the compress in his hand.
Snape slowly turned from him and limped away from the table.
Draco’s heart slightly hurt at the sight of his godfather limping towards the door in heavy and pained strides.
“I will help you out of this, I promise you.”
Snape didn’t say anything.
He only waved back at Draco as he turned away and walked out of the door without turning back, without another word.

“I want the verdict by the next court trial.” Harry demanded.
He stood at the atrium of the trial room where he requested a secluded and special meeting with the Wizengamot.
This was an unusual request but he was Harry Potter and he was given privileges that others wouldn’t have in any day.
These things went through Ministry officials and offices and to be approved by the Minister of Magic himself.
But as Harry Potter, the Chosen One and savior of the Wizarding World for twice in a row, he would only send out word and have the full Wizengamot at his feet.
The Wizengamot read through the requests and documents he has presented them.
They all looked passive as they read through but Harry could tell that their approval in the first place of this special meeting request, told him that he had the upperhand in the case and the situation.
“Mr. Potter, let us review this.”
“I want this soon.” Harry said unable to stop himself. “I want a verdict by the next trial.”
Despite his demands, he forced his tone to be as gentle and as respectful as possible.
He was still after all, standing in a room filled with wizards wiser and older than him.
“Your request is of utmost peculiarity but we understand its importance as anyway, all evidences are against the accused.”
“It is very – extremely dangerous – if he gets out of prison. You must understand that up to now, my fiancé Miss Granger is not very stable and is terribly traumatized of the situation that has happened to her.”
“We’ve heard of it.” said one of the members. “We are sorry to hear she is quite unwell at the moment.”
Harry only nodded quietly.
He looked up at the oldest member of the Wizengamot who would have the final say about it.
“Let us review this today, Mr. Potter. I do understand your predicament.”
“The longer Miss Granger is exposed to this, the longer she sees the accused, she couldn’t possibly recover completely. Please understand that I only want her to get back and be better not just because of our wedding, but because I love her and I want her to be better.”
The Wizengamot nodded and Harry couldn’t help but think that they were seeing sense in his words.
“We will take this matter into serious consideration.” the oldest member assured Harry with a curt nod at him.
Harry nodded at them as he was given permission to leave.
As Harry walked out of the hall he knew that things were coming together in his hands.
He was heading to the Ministry department that took care of marriages.
He would have to take care of that next.
He would have his way with it as well.
Papers were to be overlooked and certain steps were to be jumped over.
Granger-Potter nuptials were going to happen as soon as possible even perhaps before the verdict was to be given.
He was willing whatever it takes, whatever it has to take in order for him to win this case against Severus Snape.
He had won more than once against him.
He wasn’t going to let this one out.
He was going to have Hermione and he was going to win over everything.
He would have Snape sentenced to Azkaban for where he deserves to be and he was going to do whatever it takes for that to happen and whether Hermione likes it or not, she was going to marry him by hook or by crook.
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Forbidden Rapture