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Severus Snape is a Broken Man.
He had lost his first love to his Biggest enemy. But that had been over thirty years ago. Then when he thought that he could finally love again, with the same intensity, and the same passion. She was taken from him in the most brutle way. Less than two months ago.
He stands over the Cauldron, Barely believing his luck. The one potion he needs. The rarest and most dangerous potion he has ever tried to make.
Ritorno Dalla Morte
The only potion ever created to return someone from death.
It is risky and it is dangerous.
But He HAS TO TRY!! He needs her with a feirceness he hadn't know in years.
He adds the Powdered Albino Buck Horn, the Pickled Bats wings, and The extract of widow venom.
The potion begin to boil violently, and spews red-tinged black smoke. The final ingrediant.
Hair of the loved one.
He throws in the wade of hair from her brush.
This has to work.
The potion begins to shudder. The large cauldron rocks violently, almost spilling the contents.
Snape backs up to the wall.
Suddenly the Potion stops shuddering and seems to heave the human shape out of it's depth.
The Girl stands for a second, then collapses.
He runs to her. Picking her up, and putting her in a second cauldron, this one filled to the brim with water.
He cleans her body with extreme care. Taking care not to hurt her.
She opens her eyes and looked up at him. then with venomous intent, she kissed him on the mouth.
She opens herself to him, and with a heave, she's out of the cauldron and on his desk, Snape above her. She pulls at his pants, fierce need evident in her eyes. He needs her as well, so much pain so much sorrow.
But as he gives into his desires, doubt nags at the back of his head. He needs this to be with her to know her body one more time. Not to say goodbye, to keep a little bit of her.
With groans of need, he rips his belt from his pants and lets them drop to his ankles. He grabs her around her hips and pulls her center toward his. With a final pull he's within her, and a mix of sadness and joy fills him.
She moans into his shoulder, moving slightly in time with him. he thrusts violently within her. She's his, only his. He needed this, with her and only her.
He begins thrusting faster, pushing her over the edge with a scream. He can feel his release, his need to mark her as his.
With a few final thrusts, he pours over the edge. Spilling himself within her.
After a few seconds of laying slightly over her, Snape looks down at her face, for her reaction.
Her light brown hair is slick with sweat, she is breathing shallowly. Her body glistens in the darkening light.
But her eyes are dead. Then as though a light has gone off in his head, he realizes.
She is little more then a shell with the look of his Hermione, the girl who loved him from her first day. The girl who, the night before her death, gave herself to him. Her first.
Snape pulls up his pants and drapes a robe about the shells shoulders. This isn't his hermione, and nothing can bring her back.
Snape feels a welling sadness that seems as though it would never be qwelled.
Her pulls her through the empty corridors of the castle, onto the grounds and into the forest.
When they are far enough, Snape stops, and turns to the shell. She looks pathetic in the moonlight. With a flick of his wand, she is turned into an animal.
Without a second glance, he leaves, giving no final thought to the rabbit behind him.
He returns to his rooms, and sleeps an uneasy sleep.
The next day is the second day of term. His first class is his first years. The stupid little creatures.
He gives his usual speech and can't help but notice the young brown-haired girl sitting in the front row. She looks so vibrant and with a start, he notices the same look that his hermione had given him, when they had been alone together.
Inside he is smiling. Maybe he could start anew again.