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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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A/N: ANother chapter is free from mistakes! Thank you my lovely Loki God of Evil.
His fourth year. It had to be some sort of trap.
Crouching in the shadows, watching as Poppy led Lupin to the Whomping Willow. He observed, hidden, as the tree stopped moving its flailing limbs while they enter near the roots.
So, Black wasn't lying then?
But if Poppy was in it, Headmaster would be too.
So, it wasn't something he could use in that capacity. Even so…maybe, just maybe it was something he could still exploit, or utilise for his own gain? Sitting there, he waited until Poppy had reappeared and began her slow purposeful walk to the castle. He ran fast, keeping in the shadows and low to the ground.
Reaching the safe line, he levitated one large stone and aimed it at the designated root, landing the stone on it and adding the extra push. As he had expected, the tree froze and he ran fast into the hole near the exposed roots. Blinking, in the dark, he had to wait for his eyes to adjust before he could continue his journey and when his eyesight had cleared sufficiently. All he could see ahead was that this passageway was exceedingly narrow, and mostly made of dirt and soil.
Walking slowly, the tunnel stretched deep, much deeper than he was expecting because he was trying to orient himself as to where it would bring him out. Surprisingly, it had led to a door, a wooden one, battered and shabby, likely from the damp down here.
There was a sound akin to a whimper and pained howl, almost like whatever was making the sound was being tortured. And, he hated it because, in his young life, he'd never liked seeing animals suffer needlessly.
What is that good for nothing spineless idiot doing there? He wouldn't allow it, not even if Headmaster did?
On instinct, he pushed the door and ran full pelt into the room.
Blood freezing in his veins. He was frozen, petrified at what he could see in front of him. He now fully understood that saying of 'a deer caught in the headlights.' In fact, he had a perfect understanding because he knew that at that moment he should've run or taken his to fight for survival, but he simply couldn't. He was unable to move. Fear was biting at him. So profound, like he'd never felt before.
So he stood there, rooted to the spot; watching the yellow eyes and a slobbering snarling maw. It was a werewolf, in plain sight! He should've run…petrified! Suddenly, a huge stag appeared in the room. Its huge antlers lifted him up and pushed him out of the room, clear of imminent danger.
Darkness…
…When he finally regained consciousness he found himself to be in the Headmasters office. There was the smug Potter boy sitting across from him, pale. Black was standing against the window, shoulders raised and squared in anger. He could hear the Headmaster, he wasn't happy in the slightest.
"I hope that you realise how serious your offence is, Mr Black?"
"It was an innocent prank," he countered.
"One that could have cost Mr Snape his life. Not to mention, Mr Lupin's life as well?" He intoned.
"Remus has nothing to do with this." Interjected Black.
"Nevertheless, if he bit or killed Mr Snape, he would be prosecuted for those crimes, no matter how innocent he is in the matter. And, there would be nothing I could do to prevent it."
"Fine, it won't happen again!" snapped Black.
The headmaster didn't nod, his face was expressionless, hiding his true feelings. "You will report to your Head of House for detention, and for proper lessons. Both of you! Now you will leave and let me tend to Mr Snape?"
"Why don't you just send him to Poppy, he's just scared." Spat Black.
The headmaster narrowed his eyes. Forgiving of these young pupils for their lack of empathy. "Yes, but he also knows Mr Lupin's secret. If he talks, Mr Lupin will be forced to leave school." He paused his sentence, looking back to the two boys. "That would be all gentlemen, off with you now."
They exited the room, leaving him alone with the Headmaster.
"Mr Snape, you can open your eyes now," he urges.
Snape sits slowly, blinking and still evidently very afraid. Certain that he was in some sort of trouble.
"Mr Snape, what you did was extremely foolish. You do, however, owe your life to Mr Potter."
"You allowed a werewolf to reside in school?" He questioned.
"Yes, and I took every precaution to minimise the risks to the pupils' population. Now, I am well aware of the animosity between you, Mr Lupin, Mr Potter and Mr Black. But you see, you were also outside your dormitory after the curfew, so you will report to your Head of House for detention as well."
"And what about a werewolf?"
"Ah yes." Headmaster said, raising up slightly. "We cannot have you running around, telling everyone what you know Mr Snape. Your hand if you please, we are going to exchange an oath."
"An oath?" He questioned nervously.
"Yes, wizarding oath. Your hand?" Headmasters' voice was stern. Snape felt compelled and before he knew what he was doing. He had found his hand being held firmly, outstretched and intertwined with Dumbledores. Oddly, repeating the words he didn't wish to recite. Magic was binding him and he had no real say in the matter.
"It is fulfilled. Though I do apologize Mr Snape, this had to be done."
"What have you done to me?" Snape queried, looking at the faint marks adorning his hand.
"Did you ever hear of the Unbreakable Vow?" Snape nodded, cocking his head in understanding. "That happened. You promised, on your very life, that you will not repeat what you saw tonight to any living soul as long you are a pupil here."
"And after?"
"After? It will not matter. You, Mr Snape, are free to go."
Glaring at Dumbledore, he walks off without a word. Humiliated, defeated. He hated it and he hated Potter and now Dumbledore. Most of all, he hated Lupin!
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Beeping sound snapped her from slumber. She glanced at the wall where a monitoring charm had his vitals on display. His heart rate was insanely high as was his blood pressure. Turning her eyes to him, she froze. All she could see etched on his face was a look of pure unending fear.
Fear was never an emotion she would have connected to him. He was certainly the cause of some fears but he was never, fully afraid.
Bleeping! She promptly jumped from the chair and began to run. Not a moment later had she fallen over, realising her mistake. Her leg fell asleep in that same position, cutting off most of the circulation, leaving her with tingling pins and needles from hell.
With a resigned groan and a slight gratefulness that no one saw her slip, Hermione lifted herself from the floor and hobbled, in a style, to get Poppy.
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He was on the floor again, hits falling on his folded arms like rain.
Being the best in his class, in his year, in school holds a little in his home. He grit his teeth. He can fight back now, but he doesn't. He promised.
He can't use his magic, it was a rule decreed by the ministry of magic because if he did use magic, he would be expelled.
He knew that Headmaster would protect some of the students from expulsion, but he wasn't one of them. Simply, if Snape fought back, his mother would suffer too. Maybe not right at that moment, but when he would be due to leave. He promised her. . .He would protect her as much as he could.
So giving in and curling up against the wall, was the best strategy. The wall would at least protect his back. His legs and arms, protecting the rest, unless they were to break with the onslaught.
He knew there were only two more days until he was due back at school again. This was to be his fifth year and then, after that? One more, just one year more and his father wouldn't be able to touch him ever again, nor his mother.
The pain, it was still there, but it didn't touch him anymore. It was just hurt. And compared to the pain he'd suffered in school, this was nothing. He knew at this age that there were things more painful than this. Cruciatus, that had hurt, as had a stinging hex sent to the balls, that was one he wouldn't forget in a hurry. Laughter, name calling? Every time attackers were released from punishment – yes, that had hurt.
Her words and her unwillingness to understand him or see things from his perspective – that was devastating. But this, this was nothing. Next year…
It still hurt, even in this darkness. It was a different kind of pain though.
Broken bones could mend. Bruises would heal, eventually as would cuts and contusions. And, there was a truth in the fact that curses would hurt you, but there was a cure for those curses too, some of them. The pain of the heart? Your soul? That pain wouldn't be so quick to dissipate. It would be unbearable, stopping your lungs from taking an invigorating breath.
But he didn't need air anymore because he couldn't bear it any longer.
Thirty-eight years of pain.
He couldn't stand it anymore. Take it away! Please, someone, anyone…take it away! Release me!
Alone! So, alone. Abandoned! If he could, he would've cried but the ones who were dead inside, they didn't cry, did they?
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