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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31713 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N:@BlackRose "welcome back. Hope you’re feeling better." - much better, thank you :) "Do as I say and not as I do!" - that pretty much sums it up nicely :)
To avoid further confusion:
Italic - Past, memories
'Single quotation mark' - inner monologue, thoughts
"double quotation mark" - actual speech
…They were in the Room of Requirement, practising. Ron standing across from her, grinning
“I’ll go easy on you, Hermione.”
“No need.” She smiled back “Expelliarmus!” she cried suddenly sending Ron on his but, gliding across the floor…
…The dummy they used for practice turned and hit Ron over the ankles, making him lose his balance and tumble to the floor…
…She managed to produce an otter Patronus, while Ron’s wand still spits out wisps of ethereal smoke and sparks but no Patronus…
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
“Walk with me, Severus.” Albus called him after the teachers meeting adjourned
He followed the Old Man, wondering what he has to do now. His time stretched thin as it is, between teaching, grading, running to Death Eater meetings, running to Order meetings, reporting to Albus, brewing and trying to keep an eye on Potter and his patsy. Not easy feet with quiet rebellion brewing all around. His own students running amok, following that toad of a woman. Weasley twins along with few of their friends causing havoc whenever they had a chance. He had barely time to sleep – one more task might easily be his doom.
“Ah, don’t worry, Severus, I won’t give you more tasks. At least not the ones above what are you doing. The time has nearly come…”
“Albus, do you think it is smart to speak about it now? Here?”
“Safer, I should think. Now, while I’m into hiding, you will have the excuse of fewer reports to either side I think. But I do trust your skill…”
“Ahem.” A third voice, annoying high pitched with a recognisable cough stopped them in their tracks “Hiding something from the Ministry, Headmaster?”
“Not at all.” Albus turned to face toad-looking woman
“I do hope that you do not try to destroy only decent teacher this school has besides me.”
“Thank you Madam Undersecretary Umbridge” he forced himself to sound polite
“Hardly. The boy is…incorruptible.”
He blinked at Albus. Was the old man lost his mind, trying to poke a hornet's nest?
“I see.” Umbridge coughed
“Yes. But you are welcome to join us for the rest of our stroll, while I discuss urgent school matters with Severus”
“And why that couldn’t be discussed in the meeting?”
“It is no one's concern beside Severus, of course.” Politely answered Albus
“Why is that?”
“As you know, Severus is not only Potions Teacher in this school, he is as well the school's Potions Master. I find that rest of the staff is bored if I discuss a long list of potions that need to be replenished in the Infirmary. Of which you will be informed, no doubt, given that you now approve of the expenses.”
“What expenses?”
“The ones for the supplies, of course. Severus places the order for school supplies for classes. But, as you undoubtedly know, supplies for infirmary have separate funding, and that each order is placed separately, according to needs.”
He held his breath. That wasn’t how things were done. Each year before the school starts he would sit down with Poppy and go through her estimation of needed potions. The ingredients purchased in advance. Only on the rare occasion when special potions were needed they would request for more ingredients. By the look on Umbridge’s face, he understood well enough why Albus gave him this small cue. He didn’t appreciate the way Albus spring on him this new and tiresome task.
“That is ridiculous, why not stock the infirmary at the beginning of the year?”
“Because, Madam Undersecretary, some potions have a short shelf life, while others lose their effectiveness if they are stored for a long time.” He answered, wondering if women understood that he rejected her appointment to the school and her authority by using her title rather than her name.
“I see.”
“Would you care to join us?”
“No, after all, I’ll introduce myself with ingredients through the request.” She hiccuped “Mr Snape, bring me the list personally if you will. That would be all.” With that, she turned and left.
“As expected.” Chuckled Albus
“Shall I inform you if she makes alterations in the order?”
“Yes. I place the safety of school kids at your hands, Severus. You could whip something up, for the kids, to be more…energetic…perhaps?”
“I could. I’ll let you know Albus.” He tilted his head slightly and walked away, hating Albus more than usual. How was he to control a classroom full of students doused with energy booster was beyond him…
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hermione sat in her bed, well sofa that she came to call a bed, and frowned. Pale dawn was shining through the heavy drapes. She turned to look at Snape’s sleeping form. He looked much better now, not a skeleton like. His face filled, still long and pointy with pronounced cheekbones. He looked…younger than she remembered. Thinking back, that year she focused on the Army and Umbridge more than on any other teacher. Even so, she did notice that Snape was looking more and more worn out as the time passed by. Dark circles under his eyes looked deeper and his mood was more grouchy than usual. She contributed that to that toad of a women, but now she knew better.
“How many ropes did you have to balance on?” her mumbling was barely audible
Snape continued to sleep, without so much as a twitch. His hands rested on his chest, neatly folded and she shivered. It looked to her like he was guarding himself, his heart, even in sleep. She continued to stare at him, nearly jumping when he rumbled, his lips barely moving.
“Quit staring and find another source to kill your boredom, Granger.”
“I didn’t want to wake you up.” She mumbled her apology
“Staring usually does wake me up.”
“Why did you do it?”
“Did what, Granger?” he sighed opening his eyes, the white of his eyes glowing ominously in the rising dawn
“Dumbledore. Let him give you so many obligations without crediting you, without letting anyone know?” that was one of the questions that bothered her
“My reasons are not up to debate, Granger.” He grumbled through clenched teeth
“But…”
“Sleep, Granger, or at least let me sleep. Find. Other. Source. Of. Entertainment.”
With a sigh, she flopped down and stared at the ceiling until she fell asleep again.
~S ~ S ~ S ~
“It is not an idea I am comfortable with, Albus.”
“The boy need’s it.”
“Find him another teacher, anyone but…”
“Severus, you are the best.”
“Albus,” he sighed feeling like he is arguing with a wall “The boy has no discipline, no capacity, not to mention that he doesn't trust me. What possessed you to think that I could be a good choice to teach him Occlumency is beyond me.”
“I can’t do it, and he needs a strong teacher.”
“He needs a teacher he will obey, follow his instructions not resist all the way.”
“I don’t trust anyone as much as I trust you.”
“Words, Old Man.” He hissed “Do you realise…what will happen if he finds out? Is this your way of setting me to be killed? If you do desire me dead, I can assure you I can provide you with much faster and, for me, pleasant ways to go.”
“Nonsense, Severus! I don’t desire your death. And he won’t find out, you will tell him.”
“Tell him what?” a twinge of horror gripped his insides. Wasn’t the point of all this to hide the fact that the brat had a connection with Dark Lord’s mind?
“That I punished you for taking too many points from Gryffindor by ordering you to teach my pet student Occlumency, the student you detest. You may freely express your doubts about boy’s success to him.”
“This is but one in a long line of mistakes you are making, Albus.”…
…he was standing in the middle of the room, still shaking. The brat. Arrogant little bastard. How dared he? Of course, this was all Albus’s fault, he gave that little tosser too much leeway.
He repaired the damage on broken jars, but what he really wanted was to throw and break things until everything around him was torn apart. He was humiliated. No! They may kill him, torture him…. They may go directly to the Dark Lord and tell him he is on their side. He won’t teach Potter anymore.
The audacity of the brat! To use the moment of his absence and look at his memories! To stick his snide nose into his Pensieve. Privacy obviously didn’t mean much to Potter. Like father, like son. What else he could expect from the spawn of James Potter. The hate for the long-dead enemy flared. He couldn’t muster the tender thought or a feeling even for Lily at the moment. She was equally to blame. She abandoned him, turned to his most hated rival. To that bully. Potter was her son, as much as James’s, she was equally guilty. If not more.
He continued to stand there, staring blankly, frozen. Immobilised by the intensity of shame and anger he felt….
…”They are gone, Albus! That idiot you call your champion just lead a bunch of school kids into a trap!” he roared into the floo-call “Potter, Weasley, Granger, Ginevra Weasley, Lovegood and even Longbottom!”
“Thank you for informing me, Severus! I will send someone to bring them back before…”
“What part of the trap you do not understand? Black is evidently with you, which mean that firstly Dark Lord knows about the connection, and secondly someone already waiting for them in the Ministry. I have specific orders to stay in school. Not your orders Albus, but his!”
“Calm down, Severus.” Albus smiled briefly before disappearing from the connection…
…They were standing in the hospital room in St. Mungo’s. The hospital was eery in the dead time of the night. Albus turned to him.
“They have trouble detecting the type of curse used. Is there anything you could do, Severus?”
“Who cursed her?”
“Dolohov.”
“Does anyone remembers the colour…”
“Purple, Longbottom said it was the purple.”
“Longbottom, a trusted source indeed.” He snorted “But… possible if it was Dolohov. May I?”
The Granger was laying on the narrow hospital bed, pale, her forehead beaded with large specks of sweat.
“It is not appropriate…”
“I need to see the wound, Albus. Proprietary has no place in here at the moment. Unless you are insinuating…”
“Not at all, Severus! You may proceed!”
He cast a charm to split the hospital gown at the middle, and using a wand slid the ends to keep the girl covered but the wound exposed. Leaning closer to examine the swollen, angry red flesh, he cast a few charms. The gash glowed. Nodding he turned to Albus
“For once, Longbottom was useful. I can perform the charm, to stop the spreading of the curse. There is a potion she will have to drink, I will make it, but it is your duty to persuade staff in here and her to take it.”
“I am certain that if you explain…”
“Having a death wish does not necessarily means I am willing to do die slowly and painfully, at the hand of the man who did this.” His voice laced with sarcasm “I know the curse. No one outside of the Death Eaters knows it. Not even all Death Eaters know there is a cure. I won’t put my neck on the line for this.”
“Very well, Severus.”
“You will have the potion tomorrow evening. I can’t do anything for the scarring. It might bother her, it will also be a reminder not to follow the Potter blindly. She should consider herself lucky by ending up with no more than just a thin scar.” He nodded and turned to the girl, casting a counter-curse…
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hermione sat in bed, blinking. Her head snapped toward the Snape, still sleeping, snoring quietly. The room was full of light and bright, but she couldn’t bother to check the time. Her mind swirled, spinning almost out of control.
‘He saved me. Not the Medics in the Mungo’s. He saved me.’
She raised one hand and pulled the neckline of her oversized shirt she used as a sleeping gown, glancing down. The thin pale line run from the tip of her collarbone, between her breasts and ended at the peak of the ribs. No one knew that she was left with a scar. She always kept a glamour over it, the same way she kept glamour over the mark Bellatrix left on her neck.
‘No one knows, except him. He knows, and he never said a word, never asked about it. Bathing suite can’t cover it, so why?’ she frowned ‘He doesn’t want to draw attention. Not to the scar, but to the fact that he healed me. I wasn’t supposed to know this’
The thought formed out of nowhere, she frowned again, staring through the window
‘Now, where did that came from?’
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