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...After Happily Ever After	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25739 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Okay guys. I know I said something like 47 chapters, but I just redid the outline, and this has five chapters left. Then it's done! So, it'll be 45 in total. Hope this chapter wraps the mystery up nicely for you all! So much love and thanks, as always, to cowriter Snow. Lots of Love! ~Snow and Lissa
Chapter Forty
The Silence After the Screams
The silence after the screams was eerily deafening. This was the first Kiss he had witnessed since directly after the trials had ended the previous October. It was a horrible sentencing. Truly, sentencing a man to death via the Killing Curse was much, much kinder.
The Minister of Magic had a purpose to this, however. There had been another attack last night. Another Muggle-born child stolen away in the night with his family murdered in the mess left behind. He knew that, even though it had been Dolohov who slipped and gave Hermione a bit too much information, it was Rowle who would talk.
Rowle was only in his late twenties and had been recruited to fight in his father and grandfather’s war, it was no surprise to him that the man being led to the restraining bench was now shaking like a leaf while he watched his Brother-in-Arm floated away with his head lolling and his eyes whirring nonsensically.
Dolohov had walked himself to the bench, but all the bravery and stubbornness in the world could not stop the screams of knowing that your soul was being sucked from your body. Kingsley had counted on those screams to make Rowle talk.
“Proceed,” he said loudly from behind the one-way partition. A new Dementor needed to be brought in. One soul was enough to sustain a Dementor for life, though if they had never taken a soul before, they needed to feed on destruction and despair.
The gate started to rise, and Kingsley could not help the grim smile of satisfaction that crossed his face when Rowle started screaming. “No! No – I can’t do this! I’ll talk, I’ll talk! Gods forgive me, I’ll talk!”
FLASHBACK
May 6^th, 1998
THE COUNTY CORK TRIBUNE
Wife Missing After Fleeing Home Overnight
By: Finly Dunne, Bantry correspondent
Strange happenings in the small gulf town of Bantry last night. A local resident, Connor O’Keeffe, claims that his wife of twelve years, Aideen, awoke abruptly around two o’clock in the morning and flew into a rage of fury, tearing the house apart as she raved and ranted with nonsensical words about wands and finding someone she kept referring to as ‘the Dark Lord.’ Their three small children, aged four to nine, hid under their beds, quickly realizing there was danger. Connor claims Aideen had pulses of what felt like electricity coming from her very body and that windows and mirrors blew open, injuring himself and his troubled wife. “She didn’t seem to notice the cuts and blood. Her nightgown was a mess. I just don’t understand it. Please. She needs help. Help me find her!” He pleaded with the authorities as they surveyed the scene. According to sources, the children are now with their grandparents while Connor receives medical attention and further questioning.
Authorities are requesting that anyone with knowledge of Mrs. O’Keeffe’s whereabouts, please contact your local police. She is described as being approximately 1.65 meters tall and weighing about ten and a half stone or one hundred and forty-seven pounds. She was last seen in a floor length white nightgown with three quarter length sleeves. She has short, reddish blonde hair and green eyes.
More to come as information is relayed.
“Draco Malfoy!” Snape roared as he stalked into the Slytherin common room, eyes blazing. Blaise Zabini abruptly leapt to his feet as many other students jumped and startled to their own in the show of respect for their House leader. “He’s in our room, sir,” Blaise offered even though he looked worried for his friend. “He’s not …” The dark-skinned boy trailed off as the Potions Master swept toward the boys’ dormitories, obviously not listening to him. “…alone,” he finished weakly.
Snape slammed the eighth-year dorm door open with a resounding crash against the wall. He was unsurprised to find Lizzie Williams with Draco but was startled enough to realize their positions even though they quickly sat up and apart in the bed, their eyes wide. They had been stretched out next to each other, Lizzie’s head on Draco’s chest while they were reading what looked to be their Charms textbook.
Now, however, they both looked at him with wide and scared eyes. “Is something wrong, professor?” Lizzie whispered.
Snape momentarily realized that his fury was misdirected. The boy couldn’t have known. If he had known, he would never have taken Lizzie to Malfoy Manor. If there was one thing the Professor was absolutely positive about it was that Draco Malfoy absolutely adored Miss Williams.
“Leave, Miss Williams,” Snape directed in a cool voice.
“Sir, I’d really like to sta – ”
“Ten points from Hufflepuff! Leave NOW, Miss Williams!”
“Go, Lizzie,” Draco urged, giving the blonde a little push. “It’ll be fine.”
Lizzie looked murderously at Snape, which almost caused him to snort. The girl would have made a fine Gryffindor, she had balls as big as a bull. “Come find me later?” she asked, leaned to give Draco a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Yeah, go!” Draco promised even though he kept glancing nervously at his godfather.
The moment the door closed behind the girl, Snape warded it and then turned on his student. “Legillimens,” he hissed, much to Draco’s astonishment. He slammed into Draco’s mind, only feeling a bit guilty when the boy gave a hiss of pain as Snape started roughly sorting memories. He went all the way back to the previous May, but he saw nothing of any consequence.
He gave up the path he was currently on and started looking for anomalies instead. He was just about to give up when he caught the fine, silver thread … the one that let him know his godson had been Obliviated. He only hoped his mother had been, as well.
Hermione was in absolutely shock. “H-how?” she whispered, her horrified gaze moving from Severus to Kingsley and back again. “How is that possible?”
“We don’t have all the details yet – but I assure you, she has been caught. She will face the Dementor’s kiss tomorrow morning.”
“Draco?” Hermione murmured. “Mrs. Malfoy?”
“They were Obliviated. We are not sure by who,” Snape answered. “Both are at St. Mungo’s to see if the memory wipe can be reversed.”
“How?” she asked again, even as relief started to spread through her. It was done, over. They had got her. By getting her…they had gotten them all. She had completely spilled her guts on every person who had been a part of their terrorist group. Kingsley said that the psychotic witch had told them if her minions were going to turn on her, she would turn on all of them…
Everything happened so fast, that the person belonging to every single name she had given had been apprehended at the location she knew them to be at within twenty-four hours. Each member of the group was now sitting in Azkaban awaiting trial.
Rowle would be given immunity and house arrest for twenty years. They felt it would not be safe for him in Azkaban. Not after his confession had lead to the capture of twelve men and five women who would now sit the rest of their lives in the prison when – not if – they were convicted.
The witch stared exhaustedly at the dark grey stone wall, her thoughts simmering and stewing, her pent-up rage suddenly cooling as lucid thoughts reclaimed her.
That fool Rowle – he had no backbone and was such a pathetic little traitor! Why did she trust any of them? They were all unworthy, unable to keep themselves from getting caught. Lucius, perhaps the largest disappointment of them all, had disappeared only to have been killed in a duel. If he had merely kept his trap shut and not taunted the stupid little Mudblood, she and Snape would have never figured out his involvement and they could have simply captured her again. They would have killed her this time and dumped her at Snape’s door; bloodied, raped, torn to shreds…dead.
In truth Bellatrix LeStrange cared less about torturing the chit than about destroying Snape.
She felt her temper flare. Why had no one believed her? If only the Dark Lord had listened, the war would have come out very differently. She had seen Snape’s traitorous stripes. Why was it no one else had?
She remembered arriving at Malfoy Manor, looking nothing like her former self; the shocked surprise on her sister’s face, the unbelievable news that the Dark Lord had perished. Bella had fallen into a deep despair. Narcissa had hidden her in her old suite, and Bella had barely eaten anything as she let her new body waste away. He was out there, somewhere, her master. He had to be. Her horcrux had worked, why had his not? Where was he? It wasn’t until she finally allowed Narcissa’s company that she learned the sordid and disgusting truth. The Dark Lord’s horcruxes, all of them, had been destroyed by the Brat-That-Lived. But that idiot boy had only gone to his death – just as the fool Dumbledore had wanted him to – because of Snape.
The Dark Lord had shared his secret, had encouraged her participation in horcrux backed immortality. She had killed the old muggle woman, her horcrux embedded into the woman’s pendant. When she resurrected, the pendant was around the neck of the body she now occupied; a daughter to the old woman perhaps? A granddaughter? It was ironic. How was it she was still alive, and he was…gone? She had sworn a blood oath with her master not to tell anyone of her own horcrux and not to share his secret. Her memory drifted to that brief time she was truly the one he trusted. She desperately missed that period in her life…when she was young and beautiful, and the Dark Lord was dashing and powerful and a possessive lover. Over the years her devotion to him never wavered, yet after his return and her escape from Azkaban, things never went back to how they had been before. If only he had still trusted her, he would have destroyed Snape. But no. She never thought the day would come that she pitied the Dark Lord. Yet she did now. Fooled by a potions master who was loyal to a long dead Mudblood and killed by a boy.
Bella’s brow furrowed angrily. After destroying Snape, she would kill Harry Potter. Then she would figure out where to go next. With her new body and a made-up pureblood name, she planned to re-enter the magical world as a fresh face with bright ideas of ways to carve a better future. A way which encouraged the good seed, while weeding out the bad. Existing Mudbloods and blood traitors would be forced into servitude or killed. All new, young Mudbloods would be destroyed, meeting unfortunate accidents before their eleventh birthdays, before they could even step foot into Hogwarts or other magical places of learning. That had been her initial plan, anyway.
But then Dolohov had visited and had accidently found her. Encouraged her to start more quickly, while there was still chaos in the ministry, while people were still scared and easy to stir up into panic. He had reported to her that the Mudblood Granger had been visiting with Snape all summer and told her his thoughts, his plans and ideas and she had foolishly decided to move with his support.
Dolohov had Obliviated Narcissa and Draco late summer, the day after Snape had been seen kissing Potter’s Mudblood with the bushy hair in his hospital bed, and he and Bellatrix had disappeared to the bowels of Malfoy Manor. The sub Dungeons where Narcissa and Draco would never go. Where there was an Apparition point that was so old, it was not monitored by the Ministry. Where Lucius could be recruited and join in the fun when he was released from Azkaban and no one would be the wiser.
It had been the perfect plan – but it had failed. And now…
She glanced around the cell, her shackles heavy on her wrists and ankles. She needed to get out of here. Somehow. She had work to do. Mudbloods needed to die, her Lord needed avenging. She felt the desperation swell within her as her control began to slip. A feral growl and a maniacal scream escaped as her mouth as her bloodied wrists followed her pale hands to grab handfuls of the still unfamiliar reddish blonde locks on her head. Her feet kicked out in rebellion against the metal binds on her ankles, her skin ripping from the friction, adding to the previous scrapes and bleeding open areas.
Outside her cell there were two Aurors. Mullings and Brackart looked at each other before peeking through the window into the dark cell. They had known she had madness inside her, but the depths of that insanity were becoming more and more apparent the longer they held her. She yelled and cursed and kicked and screamed, not responding to rational words and not engaging or answering questions. Finally, to keep her from harming herself further, they had resorted to calming spells. This time is was Brackart who rolled his eyes in disgust as he begrudgingly cast the spell through the window. Both Aurors watched as the witch slowly stilled and stared into the wall, once again. Seemingly lost in her thoughts of Merlin only knew what.
Bella stared at the stone wall, exhaustion seeping into her bones as rational thought slowly reclaimed her. That fool Rowle, he had no backbone and was such a pathetic little traitor. Why did she trust any of them?
When the morning came, an owl was received by Snape and he shared it with his wife. It was done, and they were finally free.
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