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Forbidden Rapture	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 49897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter Fifty One
Somewhere Safe

“Aguamenti!”
The jet of water exploded from the tip of his wand together with a purplish light that came from the secondary spell he kept muttering nonstop under his breath as they pelted forward the ground from their uncontrollable fall from the darkened London sky.
Snape’s other hand continuously waved his wand as he manipulated the air and water produced from his wand to ensure a safe and protected landing ground from their free fall from the sky.
His other hand was barely grasping Hermione by the waist as he tried to control their unbreakable fall.
The split moment he had used his magic to form a magical rope to immediately catch Harry and Hermione the very moment they were hit by a strong spell cost him his control of his own broom and the chance to fully protect the two of them the moment they got separated from their broom and from one another.
He had managed to engulf Harry into a secure and protective spell to ensure that the impact of his fall would not kill him nor severely damage his already unconscious form.
But the moment he prioritized Harry’s life, he had lost time and had not managed to secure another spell for Hermione thus, forcing him to halfway abandon his own damaged broomstick from an attack from the Order’s side to literally catch her from their inevitable skyfall.
He tried to save the both of them but with the anti-Apparition spells that the Death Eaters secured in the airborne area and perimeter of the attack, he knew the idea was quite futile and therefore he would have to resort into another way of securing protection to the pair of them the moment the Death Eaters signaled to attack.
Just a few seconds and feet from the waters of London, he managed to grabbed Hermione fully around the waist and had broken free from the perimeter of the anti-Apparition spell.
He grabbed her and fully covered her unconscious form and twisted their formation to ensure that it would be him to catch the full force of their impact to the water to evade the possibility of breaking any of Hermione’s bones by the impact.
The sharp impact of their fall through the waters disabled him to fully comprehend and estimate their dangerous landing that they pelted deeper into the waters without much control.
Blinded by the darkness of the waters and severely coughing from the ice-like water, Snape had to move through and around using nothing but his instincts and his mind to fully focus on only two things:
To not let his wand slip from his grasp.
To not let Hermione breakaway from his grasp.
Kicking and moving through the waters, he tried to steady the both of them through the crashing waves trying to swallow and drown them.
Knowing he was going to pass out soon enough and the knowledge that he couldn’t possibly float them back to the surface in fear of being seen, Snape had to painfully force himself to use magic beneath the shuddering cold waters.
Snape breathed through his nose and opened with a non-verbal use of magic, it took him great effort to manage Dispparating them from beneath the waters to bring Hermione and himself back to a safer location thinking of nothing else but saving her life.
The familiar tug and pull of the Apparition charm took place and in his struggling and dazed form, he felt the strong pull and the next thing he knew they both landed painfully on soft ground.
Sands.
He landed painfully facedown while Hermione landed next to him on her back in an almost disfigured angle.
They landed by some old gates whereas a small and lone cottage stood a few feet from them.
The one and only little place he could think of at the very moment he had to decide take her away and bring her somewhere safe.
He had his wand in his other hand while the other was holding Hermione by the forearm.
“Hermione..” he gasped coughing out both water and sand from his mouth.
He tugged his hand around her but there was absolutely no movement.
She was unmoving.
It alarmed him but he could barely move himself.
Visions still blurred, head still with a twinge of pain and whole body heavy and sore, he forced to crawl nearer her to feel her pulse.
“Hermione..” Snape whispered again tugging around her arm.
She remained still.
Gasping, he forced himself to get up as he fretted around both her arms for pulse.
There was the slightest and smallest hint of a pulse.
It was barely there, but it was still there.
He looked down at her form.
She was soaking deeply from their cash, whole body pale and cold and he could see a trail of blood.
Ofcourse it worried him upon seeing that she was thoroughly hit by the attack.
But as he fretted around the sands for his wand to close her possible wound he stopped in mid-action upon seeing something else.
Something more horrible than what he and the whole Order of the Phoenix endured tonight at the ambush of Harry Potter’s transfer.
There were losses in the Death Eater’s ranks but nothing was comparable to the possible loss of the Order that he had witnessed and took part of tonight.
He knew that they know he was part of the army that ambushed them and he knew that at this very moment, they may already be mourning at the loss of their number.
And their loss is heavier because they weren’t just ‘one another’ – they were friends, they were family for each other.
But it was none of these truths horrified him as much.
Not even the fact that despite he had secured Harry Potter’s landing he knew that his fall might still have damaged the boy.
Not even the fact that he had to trouble himself the following day how he was going to bring back Hermione Granger to the Order.
Not even the fact that he had to quickly report at the Malfoy Manor with having to abandon Hermione Granger there at his point of Apparition.
No, it was the horrible, horrible fact that something dark and almost insidious was now slowly taking the life of Hermione Granger.
It wasn’t just the spell nor the impact of their fall that kept Hermione bleeding and unconscious.
But it was the very familiar dark object that was glimmering before him.
He had seen it before.
A silver and emerald stone plated double-edged dagger was struck deeply at Hermione’s side.
It wasn’t deep enough to cause instant death but it was struck deep enough to cause severe harm by slow death.
It was struck so perfectly – just at the side to ensure the slow death but too close to her internal organs that one wrong move in an attempt to remove it, will surely cut out her life support.
There was only one person in the Dark Lord’s ranks that could do such a strategic move.
Bellatrix Lestrange.
But it wasn’t the way it was embedded in Hermione nor the mere fact that it was a dark object she had used that troubled and horrified him at that very moment.
It was the dagger’s design.
It was a well-structured design - it was well planned – it could be taken out to save the life of the bearer but in doing so, the savior would have to hold it in a particular way and angle that will not only make him suffer its danger – but could also kill the very person who would take the futile attempt of saving Hermione Granger’s life.

A twinge of hopelessness passed through Snape as Draco arrived an hour later to tell him the news.
The key was not found
It was nowhere to be found.
And in the place where he had expected it to be, it wasn’t there.
But there was one thing that was for sure – the key had existed and somehow they both felt and knew that it had been kept in the very drawer that Draco thought it would be.
“Little Dragon” as she would also refer to him. ‘Draco Dormiens’ was a secret deviation they had.
He was her little child – precious but fierce in the heart and flesh.
“Your mother wouldn’t have kept that password for only you to understand and find if it wasn’t there – or anything that important.”
“But it could be random.” Draco suggested knowing he believed otherwise.
They sat across one another in the visitor’s room in the midst of the night.
Despite that visiting hours had been far from over, Draco had sought permission to his uncle to be able to talk to Snape.
Time was of the essence as they both knew and understood.
“We both know and understand that your mother had never been merely random about anything.”
Draco didn’t say anything and couldn’t agree more.
“Your mother had always been steps ahead.” Snape commented dryly.
Draco knew he was very right.
He had found out upon the claim of his inheritance that Narcissa, as a Black, owned certain accounts, lands and properties and even businesses that the Malfoys never knew about.
All these had come down to her will and testament to be given solely to Draco Malfoy.
She was rich beyond tenfold of a lifetime.
“But where is it?” Draco asked him. “Where could it be?”
“I have no idea, Draco.” Snape answered him.
He didn’t like it.
The sound of his voice spelled nothing but bare hopelessness.
His case was a losing one but Draco didn’t really need it repeated at his very face.
He wanted to save his life.
He wanted to do something good – even just one good – in the whole of his life.
“It could be anywhere.” Draco said thinking hard. “It’s not at Gringotts and definitely not at the manor. Should I check Grimmauld Place?”
“The place is inhabited by Potter’s magic as it had been passed onto him.”
“But I’m a Black.” Draco interjected. “I have rights to it that Potter only has because of his godfather’s words.”
“It’s useless, Draco.” Snape said. “We both know that Narcissa wouldn’t keep it there – he wouldn’t place it laying around to be found by Order members or anyone. I would assume she would keep it somewhere safe.”
“But it’s not at the manor.” Draco repeated almost impatiently. “It’s not there! And it’s the only place I could think of where she’d presume safe to keep and protect something like it.”
Snape was silent.
Draco was quite right.
There was no way they would find the diary in time.
The verdict was to be given very soon and he will definitely run out of time by then.
He would definitely die sooner or later anyway.
If he gets out, Potter was likely to kill him with his own bare hands.
If he stays, Dementors were going to savor the moment they would kiss him.
It was after all, a matter of perspective.
“Draco.” Snape quietly said. “I think we may have to consider the fact that I cannot be save. I know you’ve done your best-“
“I’m not giving up!” Draco banged his fist over the table.
His eyes were gleaming in anger.
Snape didn’t say anything in his utmost surprise.
“Draco, please-“
“NO!” Draco yelled at him. “I’m trying to think, alright?!”
Snape stood stunned at him.
He seemed to have felt the same thing as he quickly moved and looked away from him.
“I’m sorry.” Draco said. “I didn’t mean to shout.”
“I understand you.”
“You don’t” Draco said. “I need to get this right. There’s something.. something I’m not seeing correctly. Something is amiss. We can’t lose hope. Not now.”
“Draco, there is nowhere else that your mother would keep that diary.”
“No, it has to be out there somewhere.” Draco said. “She wouldn’t have just burned it or anything. She may have transferred its location from her drawer knowing it wouldn’t be safe at the manor.”
“Draco.”
“No, come on, help me think.”
Snape stared at his own godson.
He has never seen him that determined and broken at the same time.
“Draco, we must consider reality by now.” Snape whispered. “I know you’ve done your best. I know you’re only trying to protect me from the-“
“It must be a place that is protected.” Draco said not listening to him. “Somewhere secret, safe and well-protected. She must have transferred and kept it in a secret place where only she would find or someone else - just an individual or so. She wouldn’t keep it lying around. It must be somewhere safe and secure. Somewhere that barely anyone would be. Can you think of such a place?”
“Draco-“
“No, I ask you.” Draco sharply said.
He halfway looked mad from desperation and lack of sleep and stress due.
“No.” Snape answered him. “I cannot think of such a place.”
There was silence between them.
Somewhere secret and safe.
Somewhere well-protected.
Somewhere that barely anyone would be.
“There must be something.” Draco’s voice came again in between their desperate silence. “There must be somewhere.”
“Draco. If I know of a place from which is in existence this diary may be found, then I would have told you by now.”
“It can’t go down this way.” Draco said unable to accept defeat.
He looked at his godfather in the eye, begging him to try with him – to take chance in the every ounce of second they still had left to save his life.
“You’ve known her most of your life together.” Draco said searching his eyes. “There must be somewhere that she goes to from which no one else does. Somewhere, some place that only she must know about.”
“Draco, as I’ve said, there is no such-“ Snape stopped.
“What is it?” Draco asked him.
Snape blinked and quickly edged away from him but Draco was fast enough.
He grabbed him by the arm and steadied him near him.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.” Snape quickly said.
“No, you’re lying.” Draco said. “Where is it?”
He was insistent.
And his eyes almost condemned him.
He was beyond determined to save his life.
Snape knew the consequences of the truth that may come out.
Draco could already smell the fear coming out from his breath.
But that would also mean one thing – revealing the very place and location he describes the diary to be found.
A certain somewhere, a certain place for which only Narcissa Black Malfoy knew about.
Ofcourse that was in existence.
Draco grasped his arm harder and unwilling to let go of his gaze he asked again.
“You know a place. Tell me. You have to tell me.” his voice was low and serious. “Where is it?”
Ofcourse there was that one place that only she knew about.
That one place she had been in a considerable amount of time.
That one little somewhere safe place.
Ofcourse there was that one place for she held secret in her heart that she has taken with her to the grave.
Ofcourse there was that one place which only Narcissa knew and visited from which no other soul in the outside world knew about for so many years.
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