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Remedy
Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
If you want me hold me back
"Hermione! Stay here and work for the ministry! We'll start a new life; a better life."
"Ronald Bilius Weasley, I have never said I'd live with you, let alone start another life with you, you shallow pig! I've been offered a job as transfiguration professor, and I'm going to take it."
Ron staggered closer to Hermione's quivering body. He got hopelessly drunk when he discovered Hermione wasn't going to stay with him, and when Ron was drunk, he was known to have an extremely violent temper.
"The only reason you're going back to Hogwarts is because you're in love with that bloody git, Snape, isn't it!"
When Snape had been masticated by Voldemort's snake, Nagini, he was absolutely prepared. He had with him in his robes a blood-replenishing potion and a bezoar. When Harry left the shrieking shack, Hermione stayed behind, for she knew the potions master wasn't a dunderhead, and in all likelihood carried potions with him at all times.
Hermione knelt beside her former professor and unskillfully combed inside his robes for a potion—anything to ward off his death.
"Where is it?" Hermione rumaged excitedly until her hand finally gripped a sack of medical supplies. Hermione pulled it out and found just what she was looking for: a blood-replenishing potion and a bezoar.
She forced Snape's now foaming mouth open and poured the potion down his throat which temporarily stopped him from bleeding. Next she pulled out the bezoar with palpitating hands and forced it down the professor's throat.
When she saw colour begin to sweep his cheeks, which beforehand were an appalling silvered colour, she knew he would live. At this categorical moment, jocosely in fact, sonorous cheers began resounding thruought the atmosphere, and Hermione couldn't have had a more select reason to be gracious. It was all over. Voldemort was dead, and no longer would Hermione Jean Granger have to fear a name.
"I won't defend you anymore, 'Mione." Ron sneered.
"Ron, how could you say such a thing? I'm not in love with Professor Snape!" Tears were now making their descent down Hermione's cheeks. "It hurts me that you would say this. I'd rather die alone than scandalize myself to a life permeated with your intoxicated rages. But I won't. I won't present you with that satisfaction."
"When you have Snape's child, keep the damn thing away from me. I don't need to see something so hideous."
Hermione was getting ready to backhand the redhead, but she controlled her rage, calmly looked at the boy she used to love, and said, "If you really wanted me, you'd take me into your arms, and whisper for me to stay. Goodbye, Ron." Then, she apparated.
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Severus Snape had nothing left but Potions. Hogwarts was his home, and if it meant teaching dunderheads to stay there, then so be it. He would teach dunderheads.
Now he sat in front of a prosperous fire in his chambers, staring into its flames, feeling the pain, so much pain he had to endure over the many years of being a deatheater/spy.
Severus glared at the arm that once bore his dark mark. He realized how much the war had taken a toll on him. He was frail and shaky after being bitten by a volatile snake and his skin was dry and even paler then the pallor he was used to. He'd have to brew more potions in the morning.
I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here
If you want me hold me back
As Severus stared into the flames they began to glow and turn green, and the form of Minerva McGonagall emerged from the flames.
"Severus, everyone is concerned about you. You haven't left your chambers since you got out of the hospital wing. Maybe if you tried to make friends, you'd feel more at ease outside your chambers. The war is over, Severus; you don't have to hide from the world anymore," Minerva said, "Your free."
"Minerva, I would appreciate it if you took your bothersome meddling elsewhere and leave me to mend on my own. I need no friends," Severus spat, finally realizing there was another presence in the room, other than Minerva and him.
"Miss Granger."
"I'll leave you two alone," Minerva knew full well the story of how Hermione, using her wisdom saved Severus, and figured they should talk.
"Oh, no, Professor—"
"It's Minerva, dear. You work here now." And she disappeared once again into the flames.
"Blasted woman doesn't know when to stop. So sentimental, just like Dumbledore." Mumbled Severus, oblivious to Hermione, standing a bit awkwardly in the middle of his chambers.
"Excuse me, Professor?"
His head shot up. "Oh yes, Miss Granger. Come sit by the fire, and play awhile. I do so love being sentimental and sharing my feelings with young women," spat Severus sardonically, "But you can't stay to long, because I have to write you a thank you letter for saving my life when I was READY TO DIE IN THE FIRST PLACE!" he ended his rant shouting.
"I-I'm sorry. I'll go. I d-didn't mean…" Hermione stumbled backwards, but quickly was caught by Severus.
"You didn't mean what?" Said Severus more cruelly then he intended, letting go of her, once he knew she was stable and on her feet.
Hermione looked down nervously, "To make your life a living hell. Please sir, don't commit suicide, or anything drastic like that!" The words all jumbled out of her mouth before she had time to think.
Now Severus was confused. "Why would you think I would try to kill myself, Miss Granger?"
"You said you were ready to die."
"I said was, but I'm ready to give life another chance, since I had no other say in the matter. The pain…of what I've done aches in every bone. Eventually I'll die though, and I'll be alone, but not for the pleasure of being able to do it by my own hand. I will die of natural causes, or maybe someone will murder me." Snape's eyes had noticeably softened, but still were hard.
Hermione remained silent. She was speechless for a moment before regaining composure, "Um sir, I know about Lily. I just thought you should know. But just because you loved her so much, it doesn't mean you have to die alone. You have to move on."
After she said these words, she turned pale. She hadn't meant to say them out loud.
If Miss Granger thought he was mad, now he was raging with fury, "I have moved on," he seethed, "Oh yes, In the future, I see my heart explode. I see it slowly being eroded away over the years, because I have lost my capacity to love. Who would love someone like me, Miss Granger?"
"Well, Ron Weasley thought I was in love with you."
"Why, would he think that?"
"Because I saved you."
"Indeed," he smirked and made eye contact with Hermione, "And are you?"
"N-no, Severus."
"What did you call me?"
"We work together. I should think we are on a first name basis. And my name is Hermione."
"Ah, yes."
Hermione actually smiled at Severus, amused.
"Yes, the Gryffindor know-it-all has returned. Well, I have to turn in for the night, Severus," she smirked, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Miss Granger," he spoke softly after her as she chose to take the door instead of floo.
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Hold your eyes closed, take me in
Hold your eyes closed, take me in
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
A/N: REVIEW Ladies and Gentlemen...Also People who are familiar with my story the Sound of Madness, please PM me on what you'd like to happen...I've been at a bit of a standstill and I'm extremely sorry. I'm a terrible person ): I won't blame you if you hate me forever. Please Review this story.