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Forbidden Rapture	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 49900 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Author's Notes:
There is a very good reason for the chapter title of this story and i'm sure you'll catch that somewhere in the between in the chapter.
Secondly, there are no rape scene in this chapter but mention and mild language.
I've gone to realize that better warnings should be placed on each chapter as one once told me that the story is good and deeply written but its angst and darkness isn't for everyone.
I apologize for anyone who feels this is too heavy for a fanfic.
I just always wanted to write something very serious and dark for a fanfic but i do not mean any harm or offense to any readers. =)
Other than, your reviews are most loved and welcome.

Ines - I'm not sure if this is the chapter for which you should be warned. I found out and realize that i should purposely just ask you to jump at each chapter seeing that you're the newest ambassarod and endorser of Kleenex. Hahaha. From now on, just expect the heaviest and darkest parts of this story.

And I'm very happy that someone else is still a Snamione fan around!!!!

Do let me know your thoughts dear readers.

Hope everyone is well.

Do let me know who is:
Team Snape
Team Harry
Team Hermione
or maybe

Team Dramione despite this SSHG fanfic

xx

Chapter Forty Eight
Time of Fifteen

“I need to know you’re happy with me.” Snape whispered to her.
They both laid down over their large bed after long hours of Snape taking a very intimate time with her.
“I’m happy with you.” Hermione answered looking up at his worry-stricken face. “Is something wrong?”
Was something wrong?
They were about to be married in three days.
Three days.
And here he was, unsure if this was something that should happen in the first place.
No, he should have thought of that three years ago.
He had taken certain steps and measures to ensure that this day would come and now that it has, he wasn’t even sure.
Dawn has arrived for another day and it ticked a few more hours closer to the day he has always hope for to come.
“Nothing.” Snape said kissing her forehead and grabbing her closer into his arms.
Hermione smiled at him and kissed him before laying her head back down his bare chest.
Her legs were tangled against one another under the sheets and Hermione’s lips rested at the small part of his chest he always wanted her to kiss.
Her warm breathing was comfort to his body.
It made him feel alive despite everything.
His warm arms around her comforted her all these years.
His embrace gave her assurance and security that she was never going to be alone every again.
“Don’t tell me you want to back out?” Hermione asked in a giggle looking up at him.
His black eyes met her brown ones and Hermione was sure that there was something wrong and fearful in them.
“Ofcourse not.” Snape quietly replied. “I wouldn’t do that.”
“Well you shouldn’t.” Hermione said with a charming smile. “I don’t want to be standing alone in my wedding dress you know.”
Snape sighed at her and took a tighter embrace around her.
“I feel there’s something you want to tell me.” Hermione quietly said.
He took hold of her hands and held them.
His long fingers touched and caressed her very carefully.
“There are many things I would like to tell you.” Snape quietly said. “But there is a time for everything.”
“We’ll never run out of time, right?” Hermione asked him.
There was a strange tone in her voice.
His black eyes strayed down on hers as he hoped the same thing.
He would never want their time together to ever end.
But he knew deep inside him, that fate would soon take back what isn’t his.
It was his choices that led them to this day.
“I will give you and dedicate only to you all the remaining time in this world, sweetheart.”
Hermione smiled quietly and returned her head to rest in his arms.
“And I will stay with you for as long as I can.” Hermione answered quietly.
Snape sighed again.
Hermione felt the same strange feeling again.
There was something very peculiar about him that day.
He left very early and had come home very late.
He told her that he had sold a lot of his creations that day and so he came home with a very large bouquet of red roses for her.
He even brought her a very sumptuous dinner that was filled with all her favourite dishes.
It was like a small celebration for something.
But Hermione felt the whole dinner to be some sort of farewell for her for some strange reason just because Snape gave her something out of the blue.
He even took her hand and they danced a little by the fireplace while he opened an old bottle of wine that she had been nagging him for years to open for her.
“I have something for you.” Snape said quietly moving her a little from him. “I planned to give this to you in our wedding night but for some reason I want to give it to you now.”
Hermione’s eyes lit up at the sound of gifts.
She has never been disappointed by anything he offered and gave her.
She quietly watched as he flicked his wand from under his pillow and appeared a small package over the bed.
It was neatly wrapped in red and gold.
She giggle at the way the gift looked like.
“Very Gryffindor, are we not?” she said as he pulled the square box towards her.
“Open it.” Snape said kissing her forehead and handing it to her.
Hermione excitedly grabbed the box and untied the ribbons and unwrapped it.
Inside was a special edition book of some magical spells she’s never ever heard or read of before. A very thick black journal and then another box.
A box that held markings that were very familiar to her.
It was a long box.
In fact, it was about eleven and a half inches.
Her eyes widened at the sight of it as she looked up at Snape with shaking hands.
Snape nodded at her.
He gently took the longer box from the square package and handed it to her.
“It’s for you.” Snape whispered handing it carefully to her. “I’ve used the marks you had in your old wand to be comparable to this one. It’s specially crafted for you.”
Hermione’s eyes quickly filled with tears and her heart beating very fast.
Her hands were shaking as she slowly opened the box.
It had a black silk cloth around it and soon it fell and revealed an eleven and a half inches of a and made of sandalwood essences, powdered rosewood and a phoenix feather.
It was a specially sculpted wand for her and a powerful one.
“You’re giving me a wand?” she asked in both surprise and delight and question.
“It’s my gift to you.” Snape said staring at her tearful expression.
“But why?” Hermione asked as she carefully held the wand.
It quickly gave that electrifying feeling as magic ran through her veins the moment she held it.
She looked grateful and yet she was crying.
“Why are you giving me this?” she asked him tearfully.
“It’s my wedding gift.” Snape simply said. “And the journal are instructions for potions that you would like to-“
“No, no-“ Hermione asked him moving herself closer to him. “Why are you giving me a wand? Are you going somewhere? What’s this?”
Panic was obvious to her voice as she reached to him.
Snape blinked and looked away from her.
He carefully placed all the other things inside the box as he explained to her.
“Don’t you like it?” Snape asked. “I think after all this time you deserve to have a wand again-“
“Yes – but no,” Hermione said. “No, you said – why would I need a wand when you’re here with me – you’ve always taken – you’re making me worry, Severus.”
“Shush.” Snape said puling her into his arms.
He held her and gently ran his hands at the small of her back while whispering words of comfort.
“You need a wand not just for protection, sweetheart.” Snape said avoiding her gaze as he merely touched her and kept his eyes around her but not straight to her eyes.
“But – no, something is wrong – what’s going on?”
“Nothing is going on.” Snape said with a small smile.
His black eyes met hers and Hermione knew immediately that something was going on.
“You’re lying to me.” Hermione said.
“I’m not lying to you.” Snape patiently answered her. “I just need you to have a wand so you can protect yourself at all times and so that your magic will not die.”
“You’ve never thought about it that way.” Hermione pointed out and there was sudden surge of irritation in her voice.
Snape looked quietly back at her.
He didn’t look like he wanted to take it back but he looked like he didn’t expect this kind of reaction from her.
“With our wedding comes a lot of things, sweetheart.” Snape said pulling her to him and kissing her to keep her from worrying. “And above all things, your freedom comes with it. And with it comes choices – choices Hermione-“ his black eyes confirmed hers. “-from which I can no longer protect you from.”

Hermione felt that she has spent a full fifteen minutes of her life into nothing but waste.
She stood by their table in the restaurant that Harry made reservations for the two of them that afternoon.
People from the Daily Prophet swarmed around them taking photos here and there and ambushing them in an interview.
Ofcourse, Mr. Potter was all cool about it – answering most of the questions and gaining a nod and a smile from Hermione as form of her approval and validation to everything he told the people around them.
There were bystanders and people who wanted a photo or two and an autograph even from ‘the Chosen One’.
“I’ve never imagined that this could feel this good.” Harry said as the waiters from the café ushered all the press outside after the short span of time that Harry had given them.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Hermione muttered under her breath as he kissed her as one of the tables were staring at them and happily smiling.
“Ofcourse.” Harry said helping her in her seat. “I should have taken these fame lessons from Lockhart seriously.”
“You disgust me, Harry.” Hermione muttered watching him settle opposite her on the table.
A waiter came by and handed them over a menu from which Harry kindly ordered and asked if the larger room at the second floor was already ready for the dinner for 12 reservation he had asked a few days ago.
Hermione’s eyebrows quirked at the thought of it.
“You’ve been planning this.” Hermione said once the waiter was out of earshot. “You’ve been planning this all along, haven’t you?”
“Planning it?” Harry asked her. “Ofcourse I have to plan things. It’s nearly our wedding and I’ve got to be organized. I don’t want my bride stressing out, right?”
Harry smiled and reached for her hand across the table.
Hermione was about to withdraw it but Harry nodded at an old couple who were a few tables away from them and were smiling and admiring them.
Harry had made himself a name in this world after he had saved it.
He was basking in that fame right now like the Harry Hermione knew would never do so.
“I don’t know you anymore.” Hermione muttered in gritted teeth. “You’re no longer the Harry I know of.”
“And you’re no longer the Hermione I’ve had.” Harry quietly answered staring at the goblet that the waiter filled with the champagne he already ordered earlier on.
Hermione stared at him with hopelessness all over her face.
“When are you ever going to stop?” Hermione asked him.
“When I’ve got my Hermione back.” Harry answered her settling the glass goblet down. “And when I’ve got that bastard down and completely locked up at Azkaban.”
“Sirius wouldn’t want you to do this.”
“Oh yeah?” Harry said with a raised brow. “I don’t see Sirius around. In fact, I don’t ever hear him complain about anything that was to be against Snape-“
“That’s different.” Hermione said. “They bullied him and we both know that-“
“And this?” Harry asked her. “This, Hermione? I’ve never bullied him. I’ve never done anything against him even if I wanted to-“
“There were circumstances that put us in that place. When will your bloody head get that-“
“And when will that head of yours go back to its normal position to understand that he abducted you and forced himself to you and fucked you mercilessly?”
Hermione didn’t say anything.
She was both tearful and very angry at that moment.
If only they weren’t in a public place, she would have thrown the bottle of champagne right over his head and leave him.
But they were in a public place and anything she does would immediately be reported, everything she would do against him would have an unwanted results and effect on Snape’s case.
Hermione watched as he slowly opened his small black bag and pulled out what looked like a thick notebook or planner.
It was filled with thick pages of parchments and a couple of other papers stashed on every other page.
“If I were you, I’d just focus on preparing for the wedding. We’ve got 12 days ‘Mione and this isn’t going to be easy.”
“Nobody told you to prepare the wedding in 12 days.” Hermione lashed back at him. “I was going to marry you –“
“When?” Harry asked her. “In a few weeks? Months? Or maybe a year or two? Perhaps five years?”
“I gave you my word-“
“I need to be assured that you were going to marry me, ‘Mione.” Harry said opening the organizer and flicking through the pages. “I wasn’t about to be made stupid by empty promises-“
“You know I’ve never broken my promises to you.” Hermione said. “Anything I’ve told you had always been true –“
“Forever yours?” Harry suddenly said. “How about that, Hermione? Have you forgotten that?” he asked her.
Hermione felt both insulted and hurt.
Her eyes were already turning red.
Ofcourse she hasn’t forgotten that.
She’s loved him for as long as she could remember.
She’s waited and cried for him and begged to the stars to let Harry hear her cries and plea and desperate call for him to hear her and for him to come back and find her.
If only he knew those earlier days she suffered deeply.
But he didn’t understand the years that brought and tore them apart.
“I’ve waited for you.” Hermione softy said reaching for him across the table. “I’ve waited.. Harry, you didn’t know how I waited.. I cried for the day that you’d come and rescue me. I’ve – Harry, you have no idea-“
“No idea?” Harry asked in a mocked tone. “Me? No idea what it felt? I was crazy every day ‘Mione – knowing you might be out there waiting for me – crying for me – do not tell me that I don’t understand!”
His voice was beginning to be raised and Hermione slightly panic at the attention they may gain.
“Harry, please-“
“And how about what I felt?” Harry asked her. “Have you thought about how I felt?”
“Harry, your voice – please-“
“No, you don’t know the feeling that I was the only one who felt stupid all those years waiting for you – looking for you – everyone else believed you were dead!”
A couple of people started to stare at their direction but Harry didn’t seen conscious nor aware of it.
“Harry, please.” Hermione said. “Keep your voice down-“
“You don’t want them to hear my suffering?” Harry asked her. “You only want them to hear what you’ve endured? Why Hermione, because you’re the only victim here? Do you know how it felt – to be waiting everyday – to be wondering and crying every night because I don’t know if you’re still alive – that I know you’re somewhere out there and I kept hoping and wishing for the best when I know that I was the only one left believing you were still alive?”
“Harry – “
“You felt abandoned? Do you know how abandoned and alone I felt even if they were all around me?” he raged at her. “You know the feeling that I was the only one who still believed that you’re still out there and alive and waiting to be rescued – no, Hermione, do not tell me – you know how I felt when they discuss about you behind my back They’ve neglected the thought that you might still be alive – do you know how painful that is for me to endure all by myself?” he was almost yelling at her.
His fists banged over the table.
“Harry-“
“Do you know how painful that felt – to wait every goddamn day for something that may never even come anyway? Do you know how it feels like to believe in something when the whole world no longer did?”
“Please, Harry-“
“You feel abandoned because you were alone with Snape? Try the feeling of being around all of them and yet I felt so alone in my thoughts and I endured all those pain every single day – because I couldn’t cry to them, I couldn’t whine to them about how painful it was losing you – the pain that I had to endure all by myself because nobody else believed that you were out there – still alive and waiting to be rescued!”
Hermione closed her eyes as Harry banged his fist again over the table.
People were now openly staring at them.
She reached out to him but he stood up and stared angrily down at her.
Harry blinked and realized that he had drawn attention to them.
He suddenly felt conscious and he tried to straighten his robes, fixing his hair consciously.
Hermione opened her mouth to say something but he suddenly pulled something from his neck and threw it over the table on the journal.
“I’m going to use the washroom.” Harry said forcing himself to calm down. “When I get back here I hope you’ve remembered your promises enough to give time and thought for this wedding--“
“I haven’t forgotten-“
“Kindly pick the final layout for our final invitations from the journal. I’ve already written choices of colours you’ve always wanted.”
And without another word, Harry turned away from their table leaving Hermione staring over the Golden Snitch necklace she gave years ago that he threw over the journal that held all the wedding plans he prepared for them.

There were loud crashes, screams and lights of spells from every direction.
It happened so fast and yet the pain and trauma of it felt more than fifteen minutes than they had actually endured.
Hermione wasn’t sure what exactly has just happened but there were several things she’s seen and heard happened very clearly all at once.
There were loud crashes as all their boarded up windows exploded from what sounded like very strong spells that took down the left wards Snape had around the grounds and cottage.
Strong jet lights of red, gold, and blue and simultaneous voices screaming spells told Hermione that there were atleast more than twenty people that hailed them with these spells.
They were under a very heavy attack.
She was jaunting towards the door with excitement when she heard Snape yell at her.
He suddenly grasped her tightly around the waist just as the door that was only a very few feet from her exploded.
She yelled as he moved her head away and dodged her from a spell that missed them very closely.
She gasped as she staggered all over the floor in her long wedding gown.
In her confusion, she halted and turned to find him screaming at her and then next thing she knew, there was another thunderous explosion and he created a strong force field that protected her from the first blow.
She fell back over the floor face down; Snape screamed a couple of protection spells around her and then he dragged her away from the door as spells, screams and glasses shattered around them.
“Severus!” Hermione gasped as one of the bookshelves toppled over and missed her but had fallen at the very end of her long down.
She gasped and tried to pull the gown away from the fallen wooden case and it ripped apart completely as Snape came down to her rescue and she held onto his arm very tightly as he dragged her away from the bookshelf.
Next thing, he has momentarily Petrified their guests as fast as he could and with what looked like Dark Magic, had them Disapparated from the cottage.
She didn’t have time to figure out where he could have taken them because the next moment, he had dragged her by the neck backwards while sending out protection and defensive spells all around them.
She was too shock and confused to clearly see what was happening.
It was a one against twenty-something attack that she was sure they weren’t going to survive.
She had hit herself painfully over the floor at the first attack that her visions slightly blurred.
She only moved and followed Snape’s movements and way as he dragged he backward by keeping a very tight hold of her around the waist.
She wasn’t sure who were attacking them but they were persistent and determined to bring the whole house down by the looks of it.
The chaos brought upon them was something she was never going to forget.
Soon she found herself dragged down at their basement laboratory with Snape continuously yelling spells in defense of them.
“Damn it.” Snape cursed looking for something around the wells.
They could hear footsteps now at the upper floor and voices that were commanding one another.
Snape found what he was looking for and he pointed his wand over it and chanted something.
It quickly opened to what looked like a secret room.
“Severus – what’s going on-“ Hermione cried as he pulled her and quickly pushed her inside it.
It was a very small and caved in secret passage and it looked like Snape had only hand-crafted and magically created this passage.
She has never seen it ever before and never new it existed in their basement.
“They’ve found us.” Snape gasped as he completely ripped the ends of her gown to make sure that it was short and even should they need to run again.
“Found us?” Hermione asked in confusion and looking down at his panic-stricken and shocked face.
“Yes.” Snape hurriedly said. “The Order.”
“Order?” Hermione asked in shocked. “You mean-“
“They found us, Hermione. The Order.” Snape admitted to her with his black eyes filled with fear she has never seen of him before. “And Potter. He has found us.”
“Harry?” Hermione asked suddenly looking up behind him from where they’ve come from.
Hermione felt her head spun in pain at the revelation of that.
Her heart was racing and she was suddenly torn at what to do.
Harry was just a few steps from her.
Harry Potter.
Harry Potter was there after all these years.
He had come to her rescue after all this time.
She could hear their loud footsteps above them and a couple of spells that were still being shouted up the stairs as they continued to look for them.
“What are we going to do?” Hermione cried at him seeing the same fear and panic in his eyes.
“I don’t know.” Snape said as he continuously muttered something against the wall that sealed them away secretly.
“Severus.” Hermione said grabbing his arm. “Let me – let me talk to them – let me talk to him –“
“No.” Snape said although he didn’t look like he was still thinking straight. “This should not have.. this wasn’t what was-“
“What?” Hermione asked him in her tear streaked face. “What do you mean? What’s going on, Severus?”
Snape looked up at her with that same fear in his eyes.
He was never fearful.
He never feared anything for as long as she could remember.
But at that very moment, he looked like he didn’t know what to or worse than what she was feeling.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen-“ Snape repeated more to himself than to her. “This shouldn’t have – this wasn’t what was-“
“Let me talk to him.” Hermione begged him.
She grasped his arm very tightly and that seemed to have called Snape’s attention.
“Hermione-“
“Let me go up there and speak to Harry.” Hermione said as they continuously heard the commotion at the upper floor. “Let me speak with him – I will talk to him and explain-“
“You can’t explain this to him, Hermione.” Snape said. “You can’t just explain the ten years –“
“Let me.” Hermione repeated. “Let me – he would understand-“
“The moment they find us Hermione it’s either we both die or we get separated forever-“
“I won’t let that!” Hermione wailed at him. “I won’t let that – I won’t let them harm you-“
“You can’t deny what happened.” Snape said taking hold of her arm and placing his hand on either side of her cheeks.
Hermione stared at him in protest but there was something in his black eyes that she feared even more.
“Did you know-“ Hermione gasped in fear. “Severus – did you-“
Snape cursed.
They heard the footsteps just above them now.
“I found it!” screamed a voice. “It’s a secret passage – it can be opened by magic-“
Hermione stared up at the recognition of the voice
It was Lupin.
“Let me-“ she soon heard another voice.
Her heart raced at that very familiar second voice.
“Let me do it professor-“
“No, Harry.” Lupin’s voice echoed down at the basement. “Together.”
Snape shook Hermione’s panic and tear-stricken face back at him.
“Severus, tell me what you did-“ Hermione cried at him placing her hands at either side of his cheeks.
He looked back at her with such sorrow and remorse in his black eyes.
He gently kissed the inside of her hand and tears seemed to be forming at the side of his eyes.
“Severus!” Hermione cried at him. “What’s going on – what did you do-“
“You will tell them the truth,” he whispered. “You will tell them the truth and nothing but the truth Hermione, you hear me? LOOK AT ME!”
He held her arms, shaking her violently.
“You will tell them nothing but the truth no matter how much it hurts, no matter what it takes.”
“No, I can’t. Please, don’t make me do this. I can’t do it.”
“Do you trust me?” he asked her gently.
She stared into his black eyes – those black eyes that had been her windows to the outside world for the past ten years.
“Hermione,” he repeated warmly, tracing the side of her cheek. He made sure that her eyes were fixed on his. “Do you trust me?” he asked her softly.
Hermione stared at him with a tearful face.
She wasn’t sure anymore what was true or wasn’t.
She wasn’t sure why of all days this had to happen.
She wasn’t even sure what would come out of it once in an hour or even in a moment and in a blink of an eye.
She couldn’t bear the thought of losing Snape and yet at the same time, the thought and Harry and the others were just a floor away from her.
Hermione felt her insides exploding in emotions.
Ten long years it has been.
She has more than waited for the day that Harry would come and rescue her.
Ten long years it has been.
She has cried and begged to be back in the world she was taken from.
Ten long years in the arms of the man she barely even knew before.
Ten long years that he took very good care of her and had given her a life she never dreamed nor asked of having.
And just when she felt she was finally happy again and about to have a peaceful life this would come to happen – this, after the ten long years she has waited for it to happen.
“I trust you.” Hermione answered him tearfully. “I trust you, Severus.”
She closed her eyes and cried and pushed her face to him.
Snape captured her lips with his and savored her mouth in his.
She kissed him like she has never done so before, her hands tight around him and her tears leaking down at the side of her face.
Snape kissed her back like never before – it was sweet, warm - urgent, yet filled with a powerful longing.
“I love you.” Snape whispered against her lips. “Remember that. I will always love you no matter.”
Hermione closed her eyes as Snape had pushed her back down over the floor in order to protect her from the crashing walls of the basement.
Hermione opened her mouth to say something when they heard the walls crashing as it was bombarded with spells.
“Protego!” Snape screamed and the force of the spell pushed her backward away from him at the very end of the basement.
Snape created another protection spell to keep the broken bricks and walls to fall over Hermione.
“I found her!” screamed Harry. “I found her!”
Hermione wasn’t sure what exactly came next but she heard the endless steps of people coming down at the basement and then she felt a pair of arms grasp her tightly.
“Hermione!” screamed the voice in disbelief and shock.
She looked up and barely understood what was happening.
There were atleast thirty people in the basement and all had wands.
It wasn’t just Harry nor Lupin nor the Order of the Phoenix but also Aurors in full uniform and Ministry of Magic officers that were there surrounding them and securing the place.
“Hermione-“ the voice called out again and she felt being taken into those familiar arms.
She inhaled that familiar scent.
“I’m here, I’m here – ‘Mione – I’m here-“ the voice kept repeating as she felt the tug of arms around her.
“Remus she’s here!” the voice cried out lou. “She’s here – she’s here! We’ve found her! I’ve found her! I’ve found her!”
“I can’t breath-“ Hermione gasped out loud unable to stop the heavy feeling in her chest.
“Mione, I’m here – I’m here – don’t worry – you’re safe now, you’re safe now – my god, I’ve found you – I’m here – I’ve found you – I’m never going to leave you – I’m here, ‘Mione I’m here-“
Hermione slowly opened her eyes to find a pair of emerald eyes staring back at her.
They were tear-stained and filled with a mixture of shock, pain, gladness and disbelief.
She struggled and screamed against his tight hold of her as she tried to free herself to get to Snape who was being held down by about a dozen Aurors.
Words were continuously being spoken to her by the man with emerald eyes behind spectacles and a thunder-bolt lightning scar over his forehead.
She could only feel his arms tight around her shaking and crying form but she couldn’t comprehend the words he was telling or the words he was crying right before her.
All she could hear were strong and firm voices of the Aurors around her and a voice that echoed atop them all that was owned by a Ministry Official.
“By the power bestowed upon by the Ministry of Magic – you, Severus Prince Snape, is hereby being arrested for the crimes committed as a Death Eater, for the deceit and treachery to the Order of the Phoenix, treachery and unlawful acts from the Ministry of Magic London and the Wizarding World Community and for the abduction of Hermione Jean Granger for ten years – you sir, will henceforth at this very moment stripped of your rights to use your wand. A Defense Council shall be granted and requested for you at the Ministry of Magic but until then, you have the mere right to remain silent until you are taken to Azkaban with further orders from the high court of the Wizengamot.”
Her visions blurring as she felt her senses giving away.
The last she saw was Snape being held down on his knees but no less than seven Aurors, his hands being magically bonded behind him as his wand was taken from him and an enchantment that stripped him from the magic that bonded him to his wand.
A pair of emerald eyes looked down at her in worry and a scream of help for her were being shouted.
And then her eyes closed, her heart beating painfully and she wished for nothing but all of it to be a mere nightmare that should end soon.

“Young Master,” Draco’s assistant came inside her mother’s office. “I believe you have to eat. You had missed dinner lastnight and breakfast and lunch this morning.”
Draco looked up from the scattered things all around him.
He had missed all those meals as he was too occupied turning the library, her mother’s room and office and her father’s old office in order to find whatever in hell it was that the key opened.
Snape had eleven days to go before the verdict is given.
He had eleven days to find it and give a court appeal at the last minute.
But there was absolutely nothing in the manor that the key would fit to open.
Draco searching every possible space and place in the manor for which the key could open.
Drawers, doors, cabinets and he was even very desperate that he went to the kitchens for anything that it might open.
It absolutely did not fit on anything.
He highly doubted it was something at Grimmauld Place because it was Bellatrix who was there more often than her mother for the years that came after the place was completely empty of the Blacks.
He had sent his assistants and any left connection at Gringotts to check any and every possible account that was connected to the Malfoys and to the Blacks that may have been keeping something for which a key could possibly open.
Nothing.
There was absolutely nothing in the accounts that kept a certain secret account that only a key could open.
In his desperation, he even wrote a legal letter for the bank to allow him access to the Lestranges’ account to search for the possible account that may only be opened by a key.
He had expected a vault of some sort but there was nothing of the sort that could be opened by the key they had.
They were reluctant to give him access but given that he was a Defense Council and had the rights to search them not because he was related to the former owners but because he had the right for the case process for which he was handling.
But there was no luck.
If there was nothing in the manor nor at Gringotts’ nor at Grimmauld Place – then what could it possibly open?
“I’m running out of ideas.” Draco told his assistant. “I’m running out of ideas.”
The servant laid down the tray of foo and handed him a small note.
“This just came in.” he said handing it to Draco.
Draco stared at it and immediately recognized Hermione’s handwriting.
He tore the envelope open and read through the small parchment:
“Harry and I are staying at the Weasley’s. Harry couldn’t say no to her given that she is planning a celebratory dinner for us tonight. I’d be out downtown at exactly three in the afternoon to buy things for the wedding. Harry, Bill and Fleur would be with me today. Professor Lupin and Fleur would ensure I have a fifteen minutes of privacy for Harry. I’ll be at back of old Burgin and Burke’s. They said that it has been burned down years ago and is now an empty space. Mrs. Weasley is sending this letter to keep from being intercepted by Harry. I’ll see you later, Draco. If you’re in doubt if this is really me, I’ve drawn below something extremely insulting and funny at the same time back then.”

Draco’s eyes quickly ran down at the end of a parchment where an enchanted drawing of a ferret with an emerald scarf was bouncing up and down.
He couldn’t help the laughter that escaped his lips.
“Is everything alright, Young Master?” the servant ask him.
Draco smirked and nodded as he folded the parchment and quickly stashed it inside his robes.
“Everything is.” Draco replied as he hurriedly crossed the room to the door leaving behind all the mess he had scattered all morning. “Everything would be.”
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