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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31716 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: Next chapter will be four or five days after this one, sorry for large breaks between chapters but my work at the moment demands all my time.
@BlackRose "The Malfoy have been forcing Hermione to use the hallways when Potter visits! " - that was the agreement, but later Lucius gave her permission to use the house, she refused it ;), "Draco is being just wimpy!" - sadly that is how I perceived him from books, not quite bad, more a spoiled wimp who uses his family influence without giving too much thought to anything (until the HBP - that is)
To avoid further confusion:
Italic - Past, memories
‘Single quotation mark’ - inner monologue, thoughts
“double quotation mark” - actual speech
Warning: Angst, suicidal thoughts, implied attempt of suicide

He paces restlessly back and forth, aware that his words do not have an impact on the Old man, but still, he must try to reason with him. He is angry, hurt but most of all scared, terrified even.
„You are placing not just Potter or the staff but the students of this school in grave danger Albus.“
„Nonsense Severus, Remus Lupin is not a danger to anyone.“
„I beg to differ, or did you forget... but if we disregard the most obvious threat he presents, are you willing to place in the school the only person who would be willing to let Black in?“
„He won’t try to let him in the school if nothing the biggest threat to Black is Remus Lupin, they were his friends after all.“
„Lupin is spineless, a weak fool was and is. Black will convince him and then what will happen? Are you so desperate to endanger the boy’s life?“
„Remus will protect Potter, I assure you.“
„Unless Potter decides to actively seek Lupin during a full moon, and the boy is not above doing so, moreover he is most likely to do it. Who will protect the boy then?“
„You will!“ Albus is calm, voice almost disinterested, the anger and fear boil in his gut
„Ah, no! I am not approaching that beast, not even for Potter! Never again.“
„Severus...“
„You can't Impiro me into obedience this time Albus.“ He growls „I won’t participate...“
„You are not doing that for me Severus never did, but you will...for her.“
„Not. Even. For. Her.“ He hisses, but the searing dagger twists painfully in his chest, and he knows he is losing the battle, hating himself almost as much as Albus, or Dark Lord or Black and Potter.
„I am not asking you to follow Potter or Remus, just to brew...“
„Ah. And if I refuse?“
„Then the danger will be real, and entirely your fault...“ Albus replied sharply
He ground his molars until his jaw started to hurt, feeling as if he is trapped with no escape engulfs him. He can refuse, but what good that will bring? And Albus is perfectly capable to put all the blame not on the Werewolf but on him. His throat is almost painfully clenched but he manages to reply just the same
„Fine. But do not tell me that I was right when things happen the way I predicted.“ He swirls on the heel and walks toward the door, Albus calls after him
„Thank you, Severus.“
„You don’t twist man’s arm just so you could thank him, Albus.“ His voice is cold, he doesn’t turn to see the man just walks out.
Darkness. What is going on? Is he in a coma again? He can’t wake up! Panic grabs him when silver of memory penetrates the darkness...’No, please, Merlin, not that...’
He does not drink, no more than glass or two of wine, not since that night, a shudder running down his spine at the memory. He usually does not touch the hard liquor, but now... an almost empty bottle of Ogden’s is in front of him. He gazes at the dying fire numbly. What is the point of his existence? Why he has to live through the dull days, month after month, year after year? Haunted by nightmares, plagued with guilt, reminded of his loss, his guilt constantly. To do the bidding of the Old man who is more than willing to disregard safety so blatantly. If Albus is willing to cast away the boy's life...he does not have to suffer anymore...
Like in a dream, calm for the first time in who knows how many times, he stands up and walks to the bathroom. He fills the tub with water. Return to the room, stepping on the way next to his private Potions cabinet and taking a small vial. He pours the content of the vial in glass and adds Ogden’s over it. He downs the content of the glass and returns to the bathroom, disrobing. He folds his attire neatly, avoiding to glance at the mirror, refusing to see his reflection. Feeling slightly dizzy he submerges himself in a water and sighs when velvety warmth engulfs him. With another sigh, he leans his head on the edge of a tub, closes his eyes and waits.
When he opens his eyes, bitter taste of disappointment fills him. White, chipped ceiling of the Hogwarts hospital wing staring back at him. Merlin, he failed...again.
He feels her. She is panicked, saddened, almost terrified. Her mind flutters like a caged bird, frantically. He can hear her crying but the feeling of the touch is missing. She is not near him. Maybe he is again in the coma, maybe he won’t have to do anything to succeed this time? The darkness stirs again...this time pictures change in rapid succession, ... painful and incomplete
...He is sitting at the table, along with all other professors at the Welcoming feast, glaring at Lupin seated at the far end. His mind filled with memories of his encounter with Lupin...
...He walks down the corridor followed by covered giggles. The anger and shame choking him, not a thing changed since the days they were in school. To undermine his authority in such manner, to ridicule him in such way...he opens the door with a bang and barges into Albus’s office
„Keep your pet muzzled Albus. Keep him muzzled or choose...“ he hisses threateningly
„That was a harmless joke, Severus...“
„Joke! You call that a...joke?“ his voice vibrates with anger „I am warning you Old man, keep your pet muzzled or else...“
„Severus...“ Albus had a cold warning note in his voice
„Do not try to manipulate me, Albus. It won’t work. Not this time.“ He spats and storms before Albus has a chance to recover from shock...
...As the full moon approaches he is getting restless, observing the beast more carefully. He was afraid and unsure. He hates Lupin every day just a little bit more...
...Black was in school and the Old man is still blind, still refuses to hear the reason. Well, if Albus does not care for the boy's life, then so be it. At least then, he will be free as well...
...On top of brewing a demanding potion, he has to replace Lupin in his class prior and day after the full moon! The audacity of Albus has no bounds. It won’t be fruitful, but at least some will understand...he changes the lesson plans and bombards the lass with questions. The sea of inert stupidity that drowns him for years staring blankly at him. And that annoying kid, that insufferable, meddlesome, attention starved idiot gives all dunderheads in her surroundings an excuse, not to learn...why should they...she will stick her hand in the air, she will blurp the answers...is she that much inconsiderate? He know she will know the answer, she does not have to rub the collective noses with her capacity to memorise and recite. He insults her, and takes points...she might be able to learn but she is incapable to think about the bigger picture or the damage she is dealing with her classmates. If no one is willing to put her down by a peg...he will.
He feels her mind, fluttering desperately against his. He can hear her crying but his eyes still refuse to open. Still, she did not approach him. And he is concerned about her if only marginally. If he is in a coma again, they failed and with a remaining connection who knows what might happen...he is not pleased with the prospect of things. Darkness engulfs him once again.
It is still dark, his eyes still won't pry open, but he can hear muffled voices. One squeaky voice is wailing far away from others, probably Misty in some corner, forgotten. He would expect that Hermione would at least try to calm her down, animosity or not, but he does not hear her. Her mind is upset, almost frantic, but he can’t hear her at all.
’Salazar, she didn’t slip in a coma with me, didn’t she?’
That is unsettling thought. He focuses on the voices he can hear, they sound like an argument. Lucius’s angry hiss
„You had no right to that Poppy.“
„They are both my patients, I had every right!“
„Not without notifying me, or Narcissa.“
„And what would that change?“
„I could have placed Misty to keep an eye on them, alert us on time...“
„You sound like something terrible happened...“
„Her screams woke entire house. She pulled the wand at me and at my wife, we had to subdue her...before we even realised she is still sleeping!“
„You were forewarned that this might happen, with or without...“
„I do not...agree...with...M...Miss Granger, but in one she was correct, those are not dreams Poppy. Surely, you must have known that Dreamless Sleep will not stop...what they...share.“ the last word is spat in bitter tone
He is surprised, is Lucius that much upset because of all this? Does Lucius see the girl as a threat, because he can’t stop her from prying at his memories, the ones he didn’t even share with Lucius? But, dreamless sleep...so he is not in coma...and he is unsure if he is happy about that or not.
„Where is the girl now?“ Poppy’s voice is sharp
„In the toilet, with Cissa.“
„Why?“
„Would you consider more appropriate if I went with her or Draco? It would be a treat for an eye to watch her bathe...and somehow I was sure that you wouldn’t...“ drawls Lucius
„So, the girl is fine?“
„The girl is not fine! The girl fired curses at me and my family...Don’t look at me like that, she is awake if that is what you asking.“
„Then why I was called?“
„Severus...we can’t wake him up.“
Silence and shuffling of feet. Misty still sobs in the background. He feels the spell wash over him.
„Misty.“ Poppy calls „Did you followed my instructions to the letter?“
„Misty did, Matron lady.“ Sniffles elf
„He will wake up, I just wanted him to rest more. You all seem incapable of leaving him to have his afternoon rest.“
„It may have something to do with fact that he can’t stop his memories.“ sneered Lucius, he can hear it in his voice „And you, stop snivelling, I’ll deal with you later.“
„Misty is sorry, Master Malfoy sir.“
„Yes, yes.“
So, no easy way out for him. But this raised another question...more pressing matter...if they won’t help him he is forced to utilise what he can...naimly Granger girl. The door click and footsteps are heard again
„Thank you for your help Mrs Malfoy.“
„Nonsense girl, just go and lie down, try to get some rest.“
„I will.“ Her voice is thin and shaky „I am truly sorry Poppy, I...I...don’t know...what...happened...I...“ sobs cut through the words
„It’s all right dear, this won’t happen again. Rest now.“
„You are correct, Poppy,“ hisses Lucius „it won’t.“ There is a hidden threat in his voice
„Why don’t we all go to the parlour and let them rest?“ Cissa sounds tired but composed, the voice of reason.
Shuffling of feet and...the bang of the door, Potter. He sounds alarmed
„What happened? What did you do to her Malfoy.“
„I do not appreciate your tone, Mr Potter.“ Cissa’s voice is now stern „Nor the insinuations. They are both resting now, so let them, if you wish you may join us in the parlour.“
„What are you doing here Potter?“ Lucius is far more annoyed than he probably lets on
„The spell..., it alarmed me that Hermione is in trouble...“
„You placed a tracking spell on my patient?“ Poppy is angry, if he could he would grin if you make Poppy mad at you-you are in serious trouble
„Of course I did, you sent her here.“
„You boy, come along, we have matters to discuss.“
They all exit, and silence once again surrounds him. He is awake but his body does not...
’Bloody hell! I shook up one component of the potion, but my body is still too weak to shake off the other.’
Soft sniffing reaches him from his right.
„Granger, are you awake?“ his voice sounds scratchy and rough to his own ears, quiet but not weak, that is good.
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She can’t bear to look at him...he is...he looks like he is in a coma again...and she doesn't know what she did wrong? What happened? She just couldn’t wake up and help him, wake him up. For her, it was painful to hear his cries without the ability to comfort him.
Her eyes are closed but she is focused on his breathing, it is even and calm. She can’t sleep, moreover, she is afraid to sleep...she couldn’t face another memory, not now. His voice scares her but relief washes over her – he is awake and fine.
„Granger, are you awake?“
„I am, do you need something?“
„Keep your voice low, stay where you are and just listen...“ that sounds like her old professor but also like a spy she never truly met, she nods even if he can’t see it, he pauses...
Her throat is constricted. She is happy that he seemed all right, scared because she does not know what happened, upset with what she witnessed. It is all jumbled inside of her, dragging her in every direction, confusing her. Making her feel helpless and angry.
„...If you agree, I would need your assistance...“ he starts and her heart thumps a bit faster.
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