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Different Endings	By : sshgdifferentfan Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 8217 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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THE BALLROOM WAS JUST AS GRAND AND OSTENTATIOUS

…as Severus remembered it being and that made him stop dead in his tracks only a few feet into the room. He expected it to be different somehow. Maybe reflecting Weasley's personality in some way or possible Granger's, though if he was truly honest with himself he didn't actually expect to see anything of Granger in this place. She hated it and with good reason too.

No, not Granger, but Weasley, he expected something of the brat to greet him from every room of this place, something completely Gryffindorish or even Borrowish. And it did, in all other rooms except this one.

The grand ballroom of Malfoy Manor, nowadays known as simply 'The Manor' or 'Traitor's Manor', was exactly the same as it was almost two years ago at the last revel he'd attended. The room itself was rarely used and never for anything except revels. The fact that tonight's celebration was held here was another things that unnerved Severus as he looked around the brightly light room.

The last time he was here, to the third and last revel he ever attended in his entire Death Eater career, was the night of Dumbledore's death. That night it was all just for him.

He was celebrated above all others, offered rewards and praises he never received before in his pathetic little life not from his Masters or from anyone else. It should have been the highlight of his day or year or life and but it wasn't.

He hated it all: the celebration, the laughter, the screams, the blood, the terror, but most of all that night and almost all the nights and days that followed Severus hated nothing more than himself.

His mentor, father and friend and incidentally the greatest wizard that ever lived was dead and Severus had been the one to finally do it. Grindelwald couldn't do it over fifty years prior, Voldemort either, though he had tried and tried and failed every time and then here comes him, a fucking 'Half-Blood Prince' from Spinner's End, a shabby suburb of Cokeworth and one curse later, one barely spoken 'Avada Kedavra' later Albus Dumbledore was dead and he, Severus Snape, was his murderer.

Severus hated it all that night… the praises he receive from Voldemort for his deed, the Crucios thrown left and right to punish those that had displeased their Master, Draco crawling in his own blood, screaming, crying and begging for forgiveness, Narcissa praying to anyone willing to listen for her son's life, Bellatrix crackling like mad, the Muggle girls...

There were ten Muggles in total: three for Severus as the one who had pleased his Master the most and seven for the others entertainment. He remembered nothing particular about them. Long hair – maybe, but then again they usually had it long, a fetish of Voldemort's; red-haired – no doubt about it, it was Voldemort's way of taunting him with what he knew him to desire the most; beautiful – probably, they always took the ones that caught their eye and young, much… much too young for the fate that awaited them.

And in the end none of that mattered at all. They were all dead by dawn... all by his hand; another of his Master's rewards.

He still hated himself for it, though he told himself it was better this way, better to be killed by him than by them. At least he was merciful when he did it, at least he made it as quick as he could without displeasing his Master. He told himself, that it was for the better, that it was his way of somehow saving them - too bad he didn't believe it, not then and not now.

And now, almost two years later, he was sitting in that same room, waiting for Harry Potter's Death Day festivities to be over with and for yet another revel to begin, one he will hate just as much as his last and the one before it and the one before that.

"That bastard!" growled a voice right through his thoughts.

Severus didn't need to turn to know it was Lucius nor did he need to look at the man to guess how that growl was making his statuesque features shift in that furious scrawl of his.

"Which one?" drawled Severus for entertainment purposes only or maybe for a way of distracting his thoughts for at least a while, as the bastard Lucius was no doubt referring to, stood less than ten feet away engaged in what seemed like a light conversation with Clarence Cavendish the newly installed Head of International Magical Cooperation Department.

"That bloody traitor – who else?" barked Lucius. "Look at him… acting like he owns the place…"

"Last I heard, he does."

"This is mad! That idiot doesn't deserve my house..."

"I totally concur," said Severus, hiding his smirk behind a greasy, black wall of hair.

"He shouldn't be… This is my house for fuck sake, not his!"

"I hate to differ, but it isn't yours my friend. Not anymore."

"Hmph!"

Severus tried, he really did, but before he knew it he started laughing. It was simply too amusing not to and for a minute his laughter was the only sound he could hear as Lucius rage filled eyes pierced him with the best murderous stare his friend was capable of.

"Oh, go to Hell, Severus!"

Severus made to take a step towards the refreshment table he just spotted about twenty feet to his right, when Lucius hand caught his upper arm in a death grip. He turned to his friend and was about to speak when his words died in his chest.

"My lord!"

Both men greeted and when Lucius's hand slipped away they made to kneel as per custom. Voldemort's hands gripped both of their shoulders, halting them.

"Oh, none of that tonight," Voldemort chucked and Severus fought with the bile that threaten to rise at the sound of it. "Tonight we are all here to celebrate, are we not?"

"Yes, my lord!" Lucius hurried to answer, with Severus's "Of course, my lord!" only a heartbeat later.

"And what a glorious night for celebrating it is. All of us gathered here again where everything started and ended – where I stood before you last, eighteen years ago on that Halloween night that sealed Harry Potter's faith with my own and more recently where my faithful Bilius first came to me in a time of mutual need... A perfect circle!"

"Of course, my lord!" Lucius and Severus answered almost at the same time.

"All of us here again – an interesting symbolism, wouldn't you think? Celebrating Harry Potter's Death Day in his killer's Manor…"

Severus almost smirked at the sound of teeth grinding coming from Lucius.

"Do you disagree, Lucius?" Voldemort asked and suddenly the grinding stopped.

"Of course not, my lord." said Lucius bowing as low as he could while still being upright.

"Good... It would have been a pity otherwise. How about you Severus?"

"You are most right, my lord!"

"We've come a full circle now," Voldemort chuckled. "And how many other circles there are! Can you not see them?"

Severus stared at his Master, his mind working frantically to understand, but nothing seemed to make much sense to him.

"Unrequited love," Voldemort said suddenly. "You remembered how that feels, don't you Severus?"

"My lord?"

"Just another circle, Severus... one of unrequited love and for a Mudblood at that..."

"Not all love and happiness as the Traitor let us to believe, is it now?" sneered Lucius before remembering himself. "I beg your forgiveness, my lord! I spoke out of line..."

"True, Lucius, true... but the matter stands. The Mudblood has become a distraction to my servant and I can't allow that, especially not now before his pledge."

"My Lord?" asked Severus, a sudden burst of apprehension and fear gripped at his insides at Voldemort's words.

It's not what you think, he kept telling himself, repeating it over and over willing himself to believe it. He didn't though. It was exactly what he thought it was. He could see it in his Master's sneering gaze and cold smile. Merlin, no! Not her!

Voldemort's eyes fell on him and Severus felt the now familiar consciousness probing his mind. He couldn't do anything but let him in, yet not before crushing all thoughts of her to nothingness. His Master wouldn't see her in his mind and he wouldn't be responsible for yet a death of something so important – not this time, not again.

"Tonight this circle too, will be complete. Bilius will take my mark and his Mudblood will be our entertainment." Dark Lord offered as he left Severus's mind, a nauseating smile on his face. "You two will be needed tonight."

"We will be honoured to serve you, my Lord!" said Lucius, bowing to his Master.

"Perfect… Keep Bilius busy for the rest of the celebration and don't let the girl out of your sight. It wouldn't do for her to be late to her own private party, now would it? It would be such a shame…"

Voldemort trailed off and with a swish of his Slytherin green robes with silver trimming he turned and walked away, a horrible pleased smile on his face. In his wake Severus stood rooted to the spot for the better part of a minute, his mind playing all sorts of scenarios, none of them ending well.

He needed to get her out of there, but how… apparition was out of the question, portkeys also, fighting his way through the crowd will destroy everything he had worked so hard to create and without her wand it was more or less a suicide mission for both of them.

"Not as fulfilling as getting the Manor back," laughed Lucius over his thoughts. "but I'll settle for anything that takes that bastard down one way or another. I might even have a go at the Mudblood tonight – see what Weasley's getting from her in the sack. Can you imagine it... having the great Hermione Granger at your mercy, screwing the shit out of her? Fuck, I'm getting hard!"

For once Lucius's words meant nothing to Severus. He heard them – every spiteful word of it – but nothing the blonde said registered through the storm of thoughts in his mind. He was too busy fighting the bile rising up in his throat, stopping his magic bursting outwards with every new thought of just what this night would entitle and focusing on steadying his breathing and nerves.

There were just too many images his twisted mind could conjure: Granger lying on a pool of her blood… Ganger held down by two Death Eaters while a third one raped her… Granger convulsing and crying on a floor soaked in her own bodily fluids… Granger screaming his name, begging for death… Granger magically tied to the floor while Lucius or Voldemort or any other fucking bastard grunted above her... Her body broken beyond recognizing tossed in a corner of the ballroom… Granger lying dead on the cold, dirty floor of the dungeon, because he was unable to help her.

"Not gonna happen," Severus swore under his breath before turning his eye to Lucius. "Stop fucking around and pick one, Weasley or Granger?"

"Granger," Lucius drawled a lewd smirk on his lips. "Better make that Weasley or I'll be having a hard on all night."

Severus turned and left Lucius without another word. He was in a mission, a plan already forming in his mind. He would get her out of here, even if it was to be the last thing he would ever do.

Tonight, on Harry Potter's Death Day, he will save Hermione Granger.

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