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N&S/N: This title is currently a work-in-progress. If you have any ideas for the title, say so in a REVIEW! As of right now, there are no plans for a sequal, or another chapter. Unless nicholasluvr gives in to seekerchick06's pleads to make this a chapter fic, it is a one-shot. So those of you out there who read it and want it to be a chapter fic, beg, plead, and grovel for nicholasluvr to dig deeper into her inner-angst.
My Only Love
I stand here watching, staring as they torture her. Their sadistic hands grab at her, tearing, scratching, slapping, punching her smooth flesh until it is a dark collection of horror tattooed on her skin. Masks hide their twisted faces as they scream profanities at her. She screams, briefly, too proud to show the true depth of her pain, as they tear at her body like starved, rapid dogs. Her short scream is cut even shorter by the biggest, hulking body of her attacker as he covers her mouth. She bites his hand and he yelps, muttering even more profanities. Another pulls a knife out of a pocket in his thick, black, sinister robes, threatening to kill her if she does not stay silent. It seemed his need for secrecy prevailed over his bloody need to hear her pain. His low, husky voice hits her like a blow to the head. She is silent as the torture continues.
As I watch the atrocity, I fold my arms over my chest and delve deep into her mind. As her thoughts run through my head like an old lovers whisper, I have to hold back a chuckle, despite the situation. She is translating Hogwarts, a History into Ancient Runes.
I stand, waiting for the end, how it would, I do not know, so that I can be released from the immobilization spell that was cast on me. They finally do.
The leader turns to me and tells me that they are through and that I am to deal with the body. His cold voice is emotionless, he could have been talking of the weather.
After he leaves, I slowly kneel down beside her and take her twisted wrist in my hands, feeling the diminishing pulse in her wrist. I know it is too late, but I refuse the truth as long as I can.
I look into her sad eyes as all the pain she had felt came out in one soulful whimper.
I shush her and try to tell her she will live and all will be fine. We both know I am lying.
Her broken lips slowly form my name.
"Severus?"
I respond.
"Yes?"
The mournful pleading expressed in three words stabs to the core.
"Stay with me."
I barely manage to reply, knowing what she means. She knows her fate.
"Of course."
We say no more, there is nothing to say. I hold her in my arms as her breathing slows, erratic. And then, it stops.
My mind is screaming, my eyes drowning in rivulets of salty water.
She is dead.
My only love, dead.
My Hermione, dead.
N/N: I don't usually write stories like this, but I wasn't in a very good mood today, and it just all flowed, so I've decided to post it. Nicholasluvr
S/N: She's not kidding when she says that. Haha it was really good, I just had to add a little. She was too squeamish (which is probably why I still didn't add too much. Mystery! Bah. Hahaha). Ignore my rambling. Seekerchick06