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Pursuit	By : Nyxx Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 4181 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Would JK Rowling write fanfiction based on her own creation? Hmmmm... I think not... Therefore, I write some in her stead!

We are all inspired by things we read and see everyday, and this fic is no exception.
Although the plotlines differ, my inspiration for this fic was fueled by �The Unfortunates�, an engaging fanfic written by grill... Which I highly recommend to anyone who enjoys action/suspense oriented fanfiction!

My sincere devotion to my excellent betas! Fervesco and Vanityfair!!!

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Chapter 1

You Can Run

Only the dead have seen the end of war. -Plato

Sweetie, it�s much too late to be going out! We can pick up the necessary items in the morning,� her mother called from the other room.

�I�ll be right back, Mum! The store�s only three streets away!� Hermione shouted towards the sitting room, then closed the front door behind her before her mother could protest any further.

The night was dark and crisp, forming her warm, exhaled breaths into soft puffs of iridescent clouds.

She walked swiftly across the front yard to the footpath, making a quick left towards the small all-night store. At this hour, the street was completely deserted; not even a breeze troubled the sleeping trees.

The unearthly silence and gravity surrounding the neighborhood caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end, a small sense of foreboding poking at the edges of her consciousness. Suddenly wishing she had brought her wand, she scanned her wary eyes over the expanse of dark, brick buildings, staring dubiously at the shadowed side alleys, before whipping her head around to peer behind her. Nothing but serene lawns and lurking shadows met her gaze. She turned and picked up her pace, trying to ease the inexplicable disquiet seeping into her subconscious.

She arrived to the all-night store without incident, letting out a relieved sigh as she entered the brightly lit store. As she walked down the aisles, she had an eerie sensation that she was being observed. Shooting a glance at the attendant confirmed that he was absorbed in the magazine currently obscuring his features from view. She hunched down and bent her head, as though inspecting an item on a lower shelf, then looked through her veil of hair to scan the street outside the large plate glass windows of the convenience store. Not even the shadows wavered under her close scrutiny.

Dismissing her odd premonitions as paranoia, she raised herself from the ground and proceeded to the counter. After purchasing her goods, she clutched the tiny paper bag to her side and made her way resolutely back outside. Squaring her shoulders and controlling her breathing, she swallowed her unease and began the short walk home.

A sudden sound, like the crack of a twig snapping behind her, startled her. She whirled frantically around, her eyes widening in fright. Her heart rate escalated as her suddenly acute vision was unable to detect what, or who, was stalking her in the heavy gloom. Deciding that flight was her best defence against the unseen, she turned on her heel to flee. Hermione stopped, frozen stiff with terror, at the sight that stood before her. The small, brown paper bag she had clutched in her fist dropped to the ground with a muted thud.

Severus Snape, in his Death Eater robes, stood a mere foot in front of her. His hard expression and sudden appearance shook her to the very depths of her soul. It took precious seconds for her shock to dissipate before she inhaled deeply as if to scream. Snape, seeing this, swiftly raised his hands to her mouth and the base of her neck, muffling her initial shriek of terror.

�Quiet, girl, before I am forced to silence and bind you,� he hissed, his hatefully twisted face just inches from her own.

Hermione could not allow herself to be taken captive. She was privy to information that would devastate the Order if it were to be extracted from her. Her mind decided at once what she must do: she threw her right leg behind her, arching her back gracefully, as though about to pirouette, and flung her knee back up with all her might- straight into his groin.

He let go of her instantly, doubling over in pained anguish and dry heaving over the cement. The instant his hands were off Hermione, she fled towards the nearest house. She turned her head as she ran to gauge the speed of his recovery, witnessing as he uttered a spell to ease his injury.

His eyes darted to her as he launched himself into a frenzied pursuit, running with a swiftness that belied his years. Hermione recognized the snarl etched upon his face in the house�s dim entryway light. With renewed vigour, she flung her head back around and pushed her legs to a greater speed, veering her direction from the front door of the home towards the darkness separating the houses.

How did he find me? a panicked voice within her thoughts intoned. It must be a location spell. He has no means of gaining access to my address, her mind supplied quickly in response.

Hermione sensed the distance she had put between them closing. The sound of his footsteps seemed thunderous in her ears, as though he was directly on her heels, and a mad rush of adrenaline shot through her body.

The instinct to survive propelled her unathletic body to heights beyond its normal endurance level. It seemed to her that she glided rather than ran over the alley�s gravel floor.

Hermione didn't slow her steps as she approached the backyard of her house. She could not return home and expose her family's whereabouts to him, although she yearned to dash inside and ensconce herself within the comfort and safety of her parents arms, as she may have done in her more youthful, naive past.

�Accio wand,� she stated lowly, enunciating as best she could through the hitches in her breathing as her feet pounded the uneven ground.

The sound of shattering glass reverberated through the alley�s quiet stillness, keeping the exact origin of the noise a mystery. Her wand flew within her sight a mere moment later, and she held her hand out to retrieve it, feeling an immense sense of relief as the cool wood touched her fingers.

Knowing her mother would be up shortly to investigate the source of the broken glass, she veered her course once more towards the opposite street, hoping to lure Snape away before her mother began flicking on the lights, pinpointing their home.

As she passed under the street lamps she flung another hurried look over her shoulder to gage his proximity. Seeing no sign of him emerging from between the houses, she leapt into the shrubs of the house directly facing the gap she just emerged from, when Snape had been close on her trail.

Holding her wand as steady as she could, she crouched with bated breath, waiting for him to tumble out completely exposed from within the shadowy void. After ten seconds, she grew impatient, knowing he wasn�t far enough behind her to take this long in appearing.

Perhaps he does know where I live and decided it would be more efficient to take my parents hostage in exchange for me? her mind questioned worriedly.

She was about to move when a subtle, flickered movement registered in the corner of her eye, just in front of the house to the left from where she crouched in the shrubbery. Turning her head just a fraction, she was able to discern what it was she saw.

He�s Disillusioned! she shrieked inwardly.

Snape had obviously reasoned that she had summoned her wand and decided that she would be much easier to capture by surprise; therefore, he took an alternate route in order to skew her coordinates of his location. From the way he crept unhurried and stealthily in her direction, she deduced that he knew exactly where she was. Either I flee now or I face him, she thought, rather calmly, when compared to her mental distress a moment ago.

Having made her decision, she rose slowly from her position with her eyes still trained on the location he should have emerged from behind her, seemingly oblivious to his approach. Stepping free of the shrubs, she snapped her wand up suddenly, pinning his exact location before he had any inclination that she was aware of his presence. Her eyes looked directly at him, and through him.

�Drop the charm,� she bit out, turning her body to fully face him. �Not that you had much to begin with,� she added mockingly, as an afterthought.

�Perhaps Potter is a distant relation of yours, Miss Granger, as you seem to have inherited his impetuous cheek,� he sneered, while removing the Disillusionment Charm.

He stood before her, breathing normally, as though he had not run at all, while she stood with lead weights as legs and a stitch in her side from her physical overexertion.

�What is it you want with me?� she asked, shifting into a more defensive stance.

�I wish only to speak with you.� He began to crouch slowly, lowering his left hand to place his wand on the ground. Leaving the wand to lie in the grass, he rose quickly, keeping his eyes trained on her every move.

Hermione, extremely wary of his suspicious behaviour, scoffed in disbelief. �I have nothing to say to you, nor am I inclined to befriend or sympathize with Death Eater scum,� she hissed.

He shifted on his feet uncomfortably. �The death of Albus was due to circumstances beyond my control, which is the reason I am here tonight.� His features looked strained, as though he was speaking through clenched teeth.

�I don�t believe you,� she whispered, pausing to wipe a silent tear from her cheek.

Snape took his chance at that moment to catch her off guard. �Stupefy!� he exclaimed suddenly, watching with no small degree of pleasure as Hermione crumbled to a heap on the ground.

He Disillusioned his real wand, which had been tucked safely in his right hand the entire time, then he Vanished the wand decoy laying on the ground in front of him. �I sincerely regret to inform you, Miss Granger, that you have no choice in this matter,� he sneered, before hoisting her prone figure into his arms and Disapparating with a loud crack.

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Jane Granger stood, thoroughly confused, in her daughter's bedroom. She stepped closer, inspecting the shattered glass, when a gunshot resounded throughout the night. She started reflexively, slicing her palm on the jagged edge protruding from the sill.

�Dammit!� she cursed, as blood welled within the gash. She fisted her palm to stem the flow and peered into the darkness once more. That was no gunshot. I�ve heard that sound before, she reflected, as the memory fluttered on the outskirts of her mind.

Jane Granger inhaled sharply, her strong sense of intuition supplying what her memory could not. �Hermione,� she gasped, breathless, and fled from her daughter's room.
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