It was over. Voldemort was dead and Harry was still alive. Hermione looked at Harry as they made their way to Gryffindor tower. It was just the two of them. Ron decided to go back to his family saying he would see them in a bit. She knew she should be happy but there was something that just didn't sit right with her. Snape had given Harry a memory. Although she still wasn't sure on exactly all the details. Whatever it was about, she knew that their victory today was resultant of the action. The way Snape kept trying to get Voldemort to let him go to Harry made her think that it was more out of following Dumbledore's orders than trying to serve Voldemort.

She reached out and grabbed Harry's hand, causing him to stop.

"Harry I have to know, what did Snape give you? What was in that memory?"

Harry hesitated before answering. He had no intent to give the specifics but he knew that Hermione wouldn't leave him alone unless she got some kind of answer.

"Hermione, it was what was needed to win. He was always on our side, and it was his last way to help us."

"But, but what about Dumbledore? I mean he killed him."

Harry hesitated, "Yes he did. He didn't want to through. He didn't do it on Voldemort's orders, he did it because Dumbledore made him promise to do it."

He let out a sigh and tuned away, continuing his trek to the tower.

Hermione stared at his retreating back trying to process what she had just heard. Snape was the reason Harry was able to beat Voldemort? Dumbledore had ordered Snape to kill him? And we, I, just left him in the shrieking shack.

"I'll meet you up there. I have something I have to do." She choked out and turned, hurrying back down the corridor. Once on the ground floor she broke into a run, past the crowded Great Hall and out the door. In a short period of time she had made it to the front gates. Pushing through them, she apparated the second she felt herself out side of the school's magic.

She was facing the shrieking shack, trying to prepare herself for what lay within. Slowly she made her way inside and up the stairs. She hesitated at the door. If what Harry said was true then the man laying inside there deserved so much more than he was given; but then again so had so many others that day.
There was no turning back; she had made up her mind. She was going to make sure that he was laid to rest alongside all the other brave warriors that had died that day. She approached the body trying hard not to feel sick at the sight of him lying in a puddle of his own blood. He had managed to become even whiter than he had been in life even though there was a tint of green on one side of his neck. Upon getting closer she noticed that something was different from when she, Harry, and Ron had left him there. The open wound from Nagini's bite was no longer open. Although done rather poorly, the wound was closed.

Dead people don't heal. She thought bending over him.

There were still some small spots that were bleeding.

Dead people don't bleed. Her eyes opened wide with shock. She placed her hand gently on his chest and felt it slightly rise and fall.

Severus Snape was still alive.

"Oh my God!" she breathed. This wasn't possible. She had watched him die, seen him go limp. Of course, she had also seen Harry's lifeless body that night as well. But Harry hadn't really been dead. She racked her brain for information from earlier that evening. Had anyone checked him? Harry had taken the memory but did any of them really make sure that he was dead before leaving him? No, none of them had done it. They had simply left him for dead.

She needed to do something. She knew she needed to go for help but she was afraid to leave him. She had already done that once today and she was not prepared to do it again. She needed to get the poison out of him. She could see it spreading out from the wound, turning his skin a sickly green color.

She didn't have anti-venom on her so what was there for her to do? The first thing that popped into her head was the image of a man being bitten by a snake on a TV show at her parents place. The other man had sucked the poison out of the wound saving the first man's life. She knew that she couldn't possibly suck the giant snakes poison out of his body. But what if she could lift it out? It might not save him but it might buy her some time.

Placing her hands on his neck she concentrated all her energy on his body, trying to feel the poison. She had never done anything like this before but she had spent enough time in the hospital wing during her six years at Hogwarts to have picked up a few of Madame Pompfrey's tricks. She could feel it penetrating his body, working its way through the blood stream. She wasn't sure how to pull the poison out but she had to try. He was going to die if she didn't.

Keeping one hand on his neck she gently touched her wand to the wound. Placing all her might into this one spell, she slowly spoke the word Accio and prayed that her intent to do this slowly would work. Staring hard at his neck she saw that around the wound became a darker shade of green and something other than blood was now trying to seep out of the open spots on his neck. She needed to open the wound again to get out the poison. She looked around for something she could use to carefully slice open his skin. The only cutting spells she knew were diffindo which she didn't think would work on a person and sectumsempra which was too powerful to use him. As it was she didn't think he could afford to lose any more blood let alone the amount that would come out of that hateful spell. She looked around the room and found a large rock. She pointed her wand at it sharpening it and cleaning it. She picked up the rock and carefully made a cut with the sharpened part along the side of his neck. A small amount of poison streamed out onto the floor. Not much came out but it was better than nothing. Seeing more blood than poison was starting to come out of the wound she muttered a healing charm to heal the small cut. Because of the venom she couldn't get the skin to close. She ripped off part of her jacket to tie around his neck. Why hadn't she been able to heal it? Thinking back, she remembered when Mr. Wesley had been attacked by the snake. His wound had been unable to heal until they had the antidote.

He stirred and let out a groan interrupting her thoughts.

"Professor" Hermione called out tentatively. "Professor, can you hear me? I'm going to go get Madame Pompfrey." She gave his arm a squeeze before turning to leave. Snape caught up her hand and held tight. "No" he said faintly.

She turned back to him. No, how could he be saying no. Didn't he know she was trying to save his life?
"Professor you need help."

"No help. No one else. "

Unsure of what to do, Hermione decided to do what he said. She thought of taking him to his house, but even if she managed to get out of him where he lived he didn't have enough strength to guide her apparation. She would have to take him somewhere she knew. Pointing her wand at him once more she said "Mobilicorpus." He lifted off the ground with a painful grunt. She stood next to him and allowed the spell to stop placing all his weight on her. She spun in place and disappeared from the dark shack.

TBC

A/N: Hey everyone this is my first attempt at a H/S fic. This was my Nano fic for the year and my first ever completed (over 3 chapters) story. I will post quite often hope you enjoy it!