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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:
Striking while the iron to write is hot.
Writing, edit and posting and so on and so forth.
This new cafe (yes, a third favourite place to stay and write and just do all the things I have to do) is really good.
Gives me good vibes and positive energy.
And yes, it has the interior of a Hogwarts library so I think im getting more inspired and productive at this very cafe.
Will most likely be able to do, finish and accomplish a lot of things here.
New atmosphere and good outlook.
I think this place will help to get back to my full-strength and sound body and mind altogether.
Another chapter.
Would love to hear what you think of my previous and this present reveal here.
Please?
Hoping all is better at your end of the world.
Lots of love.
xx

"Lumos.
Light.
To ignite.
And sometimes, the light at the end of the tunnel is too far - but that doesn't mean that some things can't be lit up in the most unexpected of places."

Chapter Fifty Six
Lumos

Stress was taking a great toll over him.
Lupin sat down over the couch in the Burrow.
The house was quiet at the moment and only Mr. Weasley and Bill were in the household with him.
The rest of the people were at another safeplace that Kingsley has found for them to meet from time to time.
The transfer for Harry Potter a few nights ago had been highly unsuccessful and great casualties had taken a roll over them.
Mad-Eye Moody was gone.
Hedwig had not survived the first strike.
George was still at the hospital with the injury he has been left with.
Ron was still injured and was suffering at the hospital trying to fight death.
Hermione was still nowhere to be found after falling across the waters of London that they had been crossing and where the big crossfire has taken place.
And Harry, Harry Potter was in a comatose.
The Dark Lord has taken over Gringotts, Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic and they were trying their best to infiltrate the MaCuSa.
Chaos and deaths were everywhere.
What were they going to do now?
“Remus?”
Lupin looked up from the living room couch.
“Here. You’ve got to change your bandages after an hour.” Bill said entering and laying over a tray of bandage and other tools to clean his wounds.
A bandage was wrapped tightly around his forehead and rib area that had been wounded at the previous encounter with the Death Eaters.
“Thankyou.” Lupin said. “Are you leaving?”
“Yes.” Bill said picking up his traveling cloak from the other couch. “I’m going back to the hospital so mum can come home and change with Ginny. Father’s going at the Ministry as they have all been sent an owl for some registry.”
“They’re rounding up the Ministry employees?” Lupin asked as Bill nodded and handed him a note.
“Looks like it.” Bill said with a somber expression. “An own came in to and this was sent for you as well.”
Lupin stared at the sealed parchment with no bearing of a sender at the outside.
“Fleur will come home with the mum and Ginny and will probably help make some breakfast. Stay so you can eat with them.” Bill said as he prepared to leave.
“I’ll go back to the hospital once they’re here.” Lupin said thanking him for the note.
Bill nodded at him and heard his father fall for him at their entrance door.
“Send a Patronus for any emergency.” Bill said staring concernedly at his injured head.
“I will.” Lupin assured him. “You do the same.”
Bill nodded at him and left without another word.
Lupin heard them click the locks and place the wards around the Burrow.
The house has never been that empty or dark as he has ever remembered.
It always housed happy people.
The aura of the house had always been boisterous and filled with laughter and happy faces.
And at the moment, nothing could be a cause for happiness.
Lupin sat back over the couch and stared at the sealed note in his hand.
He opened it but it wouldn’t tore open.
His eyes narrowed.
He looked around the parchment and felt the magic that sealed it.
It had to be opened by magic as well.
Taking his wand out of his pocket, Lupin tapped it once over the parchment.
Nothing happened.
Two more taps.
Nothing.
Three taps.
Words suddenly appeared at the outside the parchment.
“What are you up to?”
Lupin’s brows quirked.
He knew that handwriting.
It took him a moment to realize what he had to do.
He tapped the sealed parchment once more while whispering the words he knew would surely open the parchment.
“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”
And by magic, the first words disappeared and the sealed parchment slowly opened up and revealed the message hidden inside it.
He could not be mistaken by the very familiar scrawl that slowly appeared inside the paper.
“Meet me tonight at the place where the Marauders were born.”
Lupin read the note three more times and then after it had finally sank in him, the words slowly disappeared.
And then as he already expected, the parchment slowly burned into ashes leaving Lupin lost in his thoughts at the message that had been relayed to him.

Seven days.
She had seven days.
Hermione woke up early that morning to find herself at a very busy living room and kitchen.
Harry was up at the kitchens helping Mrs. Weasley with a big breakfast for them all and for a couple of visitors.
A few unknown faces were at the living room having cup of coffee that has been served by Ginny.
They all greeted her happily and were staring excitedly at her over their coffee and parchments and quills.
Hermione walked into the kitchen and was greeted by Harry in his apron.
“Come sweetheart.” Harry send quickly wrapping himself around her and planting a deep kiss around her lips.
Hermione moved herself from him and pushed him away but Harry didn’t say anything.
She looked around the room and caught Fleur’s eyes who was finishing a second batch of sausages in a large pan.
“Morning, dear.” Mrs. Weasley said grabbing a plate for her as Harry pulled up a chair for her and settled a platter of pancakes and bacons in front of her.
As the breakfast table was set for her she learned that Mr. Weasley had left with Charlie early for the Ministry of Magic because they had to come home early for their fitting of their suits for the wedding.
Ginny returned to the room with an empty tray to take a large tray this time of some pancakes and bacons to be taken at the living room for the visitors.
Hermione learned that the visitors were actually people to help organize their wedding.
She wondered when the preparations were ever going to stop.
Was Harry planning a wedding so grand he’s planning to invite the whole of the Wizarding community?
“Breakfast, sweetheart.” Harry said laying a glass of juice over the table wrapping his arm around her waist and stealing another kiss at the side of her check.
“Harry-“ Hermione protested as Harry grabbed her arm closer to him.
Harry opened his mouth to react when they both gasped in surprise as a noise was made over the table.
“Sausages are done.” Fleur angrily said placing the large platter of the second batch of the sausages over the table.
Others might have missed it but Hermione and Harry certainly did not.
Fleur gave Harry a warning glared after she purposely threw the platter over the table with an angry stance.
“It’s going to get cold if you don’t eat them now.” Fleur spat in her angry French accent.
Harry opened his mouth to say something but Bill came into the room with fresh stacks of the morning paper in his hand.
“News, anyone?” he asked around staring around the room and feeling the tension in the kitchen.
Fleur had turned away from the table and was now starting a second batch of bacons while Mrs. Weasley was finishing off a large pitcher of freshly squeezed orange for the rest of the people.
“Over here.” Harry said and Bill threw the paper over his direction.
Hermione slowly and quietly began her breakfast and was merely observant why Harry was very excited to read the paper for the day.
Soon she found out.
There was another announcement that was front page about their wedding
The detailed preparations and the location of the wedding were the headlines.
An exclusive interview on none other than Miss Ginevra Weasley – Maid of Honor of the bride and bestfriend of Harry Potter - who had given the exclusive ‘Insider for the Granger-Potter Nuptials’ was stashed in a seven page article together with exclusive photographs of the said couple from their Hogwarts years.
A recently taken photograph of Harry and Hermione was plastered all over the front cover of the paper.
Harry removed his apron and excitedly and boastfully read the front page and the first few pages at the middle of the room.
Everyone was listening and were giving feigned excitement and reaction towards him except for Ginny who seemed exceptionally proud that Harry was happy for her interview.
“Boy, Gin.” Harry said smiling happily across the full two pages that were filled with their Hogwarts photographs.
“I had to gather old pictures.” Ginny said as she tried to avoid Hermione’s eyes that were burning at her direction. “Specially the ones from the Triwizard Tournament. Fleur helped me-“
“It was Bill who helped gather those from that Skeeter woman.” Fleur angrily corrected throwing the spatula over the sink.
Everyone stared at her direction.
She removed her apron and kissed Bill over the cheek as she grabbed a tray from the other end of the room.
“I will just check if they’re done with their coffee or if they need anything more.”
And without another were, she stalked out of the room but not without glancing an angry glare towards Ginny’s direction.
Hermione could see Ginny slowly sink back over her seat and pretended to focus on her breakfast.
Harry’s fists were clenched but he didn’t say anything as he continued to look over the photographs.
He pulled Hermione closer to him to take a look at the pictures.
Several pictures were from the back stage of the TriWizard Tournament that Rita Skeeter had taken while Harry was with Hermione.
A few pictures from their dance at the Yule Ball were also featured.
Some were taken by the Gryffindors at a celebration of a Quidditch match and two photographs were taken at the Burrow at a Christmas from which Hermione remembered that Ron had taken himself while Harry and Hermione were standing beneath a mistletoe at one Christmas at Grimmauld Place.
A few pictures were things Hermione had almost forgotten that had been taken years way back.
She couldn’t help but feel the nostalgia come and run through her.
“Oh, can you remember this one?” Harry excitedly pointed out.
Hermione took a glance.
It was a picture of her and Harry barely smiling at the library.
It was taken at their second year by Colin Creevey who had been stalking Harry at the time.
“I barely remember this one.” Harry said eyes focused on the picture as he tried to remember the day.
“I remember that one.” Hermione said with an unconscious smile over her face. “That was the day we were researching for possible speed tactics for you for the upcoming Quidditch Match because they have a new set of brooms that may overpower the Gryffindor Team.”
Hermione didn’t say anything else after that.
But Harry was staring at her together with some other people at the room.
Hermione seemed to realize the silence around the room.
She looked up and they were staring at her.
Her eyes moved towards Harry and he was staring closely at her.
And for the first time in a very, very long time he gave her a smile.
A genuine smile.
The charming smile she remembers clearly from the boy she had fallen in love with.
“I remember that day now.” Harry whispered taking hold of her hand and pulling her to him.
“Harry-“
“I remember that day now, ‘Mione.” Harry whispered closing his eyes and planting a soft, gentle and warm kiss over her forehead.
He was smiling as he stared at the picture and had placed his hand over hers.
“I remember.” Harry said more to himself. “That was the day you took me to the library to read with you any possible tactic we can use against the Slytherins because you were worried they will cheat us out of our victory.”
Hermione didn’t say anything.
He was still smiling as his emerald eyes stayed at the photograph.
Hermione couldn’t help but be tearful at Harry’s reaction and the way his eyes remained over the picture.
It was filled with good memories – their memories together.
She could just feel the happiness filling inside of him at the nostalgia that was brought about by the photograph he was looking at.
And it was the first time in a long time that Hermione didn’t remove Harry’s hand over hers or felt annoyed or angry at the feel of his hand on hers.
“Lumos!”
Hermione looked up as Bill moved his wand around the room towards the small lamps.
They graciously brightened the room as Bill lit them up.
And at that very moment that Hermione returned her gaze back at Harry who was smiling happily like an innocent child over the pictures, something inside her lit up as well.
For it was also at that very moment that Hermione knew that things were crazier and more screwed up than they already were.
Because she knew that inside her, she desperately wanted Snape taken out of Azkaban.
For she knew that even if that happens, even if she save Snape’s life – she couldn’t just be with him and have a happily ever after.
For at the depths of her, she knew that she couldn’t just look away and break the heart of the boy she had first fallen in love with.

“Lumos Maxima!”
The light that ignited from the wand quickly spread from it and down towards the long tunnel that led all the way back at a very old, abandoned and dilapidated space.
Lupin tried to think not of the horrors of the Shrieking Shack as he descended the tunnel leading to the room that housed him in his transformation when he was still at Hogwarts.
He suddenly realized how bad of an idea it was to be alone in the middle of the night in that secret place with no one else with him and only his wand as his one way of protection for himself.
With all the attacks and the deception of the Death Eaters that were roaming around London, he wasn’t sure why he even agreed in the first place to this meeting.
But he was curious.
He had to know some answers, some truths.
The walk to the end of the tunnel was exhausting for him now than when he was younger and was accompanied by his friends.
He had reached the end of the tunnel in cold sweat and with a heart beating so fast.
This could be the death of him and he just walked right into it.
“Severus?” he called out the name clearly as he reached the end of the tunnel and landed himself at the shack.
The smell of the old and abandoned place wafted through his nose.
There was an eerie silence around him as his own echo faded from the room.
He sighed heavily and realized that it wasn’t only a stupid idea but a dangerous one.
But before he could decide for himself to leave immediately before he was murdered brutally by the Death Eaters who obviously set up the trap, he heard footsteps.
They were immediate footsteps and a light was followed by it.
He raised his wand, ready to attack and defend himself.
“Expelli-“
“It’s me!” called out a hoarse voice. “It’s me, Lupin!”
Lupin was taken aback and was for a moment blinded by another strong Lumos from the other end of the room.
Footsteps descended and soon, Snape came into view.
He was holding his wand out with light at the end of it and was breathless.
“Severus?” Lupin slowly called out.
“It’s me, it’s me.” Snape breathlessly answered him.
Lupin stared at the sweating and breathless man in front of him.
“Are you alone?” he asked staring at his back and listening for any other movement behind him.
“Yes.” Snape answered lowering his wand to keep the light off their faces.
“Are you sure?” Lupin asked taking a step forward him and making sure his wand was pointed right at his chest.
“Yes.” Snape answered annoyed. “Lupin, look-“
He looked up and saw that Lupin remained still and unconvinced.
He was also armed and ready to attack any moment.
“Look, Lupin. I’m the one who asked you to be-“
“Lower your wand.” Lupin said in a fierce.
“What?” Snape asked coldly. “Why do you want me to-“
“Lower your wand.” Lupin slowly repeated.
Their eyes met.
Snape knew that between the two of them and everything that has transpired, Lupin wouldn’t hesitate to fire at him and break a part of his body if not kill him on the spot.
“Alright.” Snape slowly said bending forward to lower his wand on the floor. “Alright. Just keep that wand off from my face.”
Lupin didn’t move as he watched Snape slowly lower his wand and slowly kick it forward his direction.
Without removing his gaze at him nor lowering his wand, Lupin moved forward and bent over to pick up Snape’s wand.
“Take a seat.” Lupin said nudging his wand towards the dirty and battered old couch behind Snape. “Take a seat, Severus and tell me why you wanted to meet here.”
Snape stared at him.
His black eyes were filled with what looked like a mixture of anger, panic and sorrow.
“Sit down.” Lupin repeated in an undertone.
Snape, unarmed and threatened by Lupin’s wand still directly pointed at him slowly sat back down.
“Please just keep that wand off from my face.”
“Spill.” Lupin said grabbing a chair from across the room and sitting over it. “Why did you want to meet here?”
“Lower your wand, if you please.” Snape repeated in concern.
Lupin took a look at him and realized how exhausted and defenseless he was before him.
He slowly lowered his wand but at enough height to still hit him should he try anything funny.
“Why are we here, Severus?” Lupin slowly asked him not taking his eyes off his hands incase he had another wand with him.
Snape didn’t immediately answer him.
He was still trying to catch his breath.
He looked like he had literally ran a mile sneaking into the shack.
Did he not Apparate, Lupin wondered.
Did he go there and reach the place on foot?
“Why did we have to meet here of all places?” Lupin asked him.
“Because I have to tell you something that no one else has yet to know.” Snape breathlessly answered him.
“Tell me something?” Lupin answered him. “Why should I trust you?”
“Because you have to know and understand that what I have to tell you is-“
“Why should I trust you?” Lupin repeated in a dangerous tone lifting his wand for another inch.
Snape looked up at him and knew that it would take time for Lupin to trust him first to enable him to tell him what he had to immediately tell him.
He had a strict schedule to follow at the moment and Lupin was ruining it.
“I ask you.” Lupin repeated. “Why should I trust you? You were there when we were attacked-“
“Lupin, it’s not the time-“
“I think it’s the best time for you to explain yourself, Severus.” Lupin said and there was an obvious threat in his voice.
Snape still didn’t say anything.
He was calculating his every word towards the man he decided to trust with the secret he knew.
“You were there at the ambush and don’t you dare deny it.” Lupin whispered. “George has been hit and injured by a dark curse. I know that’s a spell you’ve created back at Hogwarts.”
Snape’s black eyes lit up.
“I didn’t mean to-“
“Why are we here, Severus!” Lupin repeated and this time there was obvious anger in his voice. “You’re a Death Eater!”
“Listen, Lupin – I –“
“You have endangered the whole Order!” Lupin angrily yelled at him. “You’ve damaged everyone – you’ve killed our allies – how can you sit there and-“
Snape angrily stood up and stared down at him.
Lupin was fast and had turned back on his feet with his wand pointed directly at Snape’s face.
Snape knew that he had to make this a short conversation and in his terms.
“I’ll make this very short and in my terms, Lupin.” Snape simply put out in his low voice. “You will sit there and lower your wand as you listen to me because what I’m about to tell you is for the Order.”
“For the Order?” Lupin asked him with a mocked tone. “Or for your master?”
Snape didn’t say anything.
“What have you done that is for the Order?” Lupin angrily challenged him. “As far back as I know, you’ve done nothing for the Order but kill the rest of us- and what have you done? We are your brothers – Dumbledore trusted you – I trusted you!“
Snape’s black eyes glinted.
His patience was getting shorter by the moment.
“I have Hermione Granger.” Snape slowly said with his eyes never leaving Lupin’s gaze.
Whatever retort Lupin had planned for him had gotten itself stuck in his throat.
He stood there, stunned and with eyes narrowed and voice constricted before Snape.
The moment that shock him, Snape had used a non-verbal spell and with a flick of his fingers his wand flew back at his hand.
He pointed it directly at Lupin’s face who still look petrified at what he had just told him.
“You what?” Lupin managed to croak out after a moment. “What did you just-“
“I have Hermione Granger.” Snape repeated clearly. “And you’re here because you’re going to have to help me get her back to the Order.”
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