Alright, a lot of people seem to like this story, so I am writing more of it XD
This one is kinda weird… I started reading Severus and Hermione FanFictions and this story just formed in my head… but I couldn't leave Draco out, so I'm throwing him in there too XD
Anyway, please let me know if you like it :P
Title: The Patronus's
Based on: Harry Potter
Couplings: Sermione [Hermione and Severus.] and Drip [Draco and OC]
Rating: M (For Adult Topics, as will be shown in this story)
By the way... for the fun of it, I'm going to name each chapter after a song that relates to it... sooo...
Chapter One: In The Shadows ;D
Severus POV
I was tired. My eyes fell slightly as I leant over the small, bubbling cauldron situated in front of me, adding and mixing the difficult potion.
I was trying to forget about her, throwing myself into my work, boiling new potions for Voldemort. But everything I did, every time I closed my eyes, picked up a spatula, added a new ingredient, I saw her, I heard her constant questioning. I felt her hands, under mine as I guided her into the next process.
I felt her all around me.
But it had been two years since I had seen her last. She's be nineteen now, still fighting for her life like she had been since she started Hogwarts… about eight years ago.
It had calmed down a lot more recently, my mind finally letting me work. But the nightmares still came, visions of her being locked in a cell, crucioed and hurt in so many ways that she did not deserve.
I was afraid that it would happen.
I sighed heavily.
The potion would take another three hours, and then I was to find Voldemort and present him with it. The potion was thought to produce strength. I made him a potion to produce strength, but it produced the opposite kind of strength Voldemort wanted.
He wanted a potion to aid his magic strength; I gave him one for physical.
It's not like he'd punch Potter anyway. Voldemort detested the Muggle way…. But luckily, the potion reduced magical strength to make room for physicality that was needed.
I stood, hunched over the potion sighing.
A small scratch echoed around the room, and my head snapped up. The sound pained my ears, strengthened from the magical energy of potion. The owl sitting on the window scratched against the glass again as I stood, wincing. I flicked my hand and the window flipped open, the owl dropped a tiny shred of paper onto the table. I enlarged it and read through the short message from the Order. My eyes widened and I shuddered in fear.
"Draco!" I called, rushing from the room, throwing the parchment into the fire as left.
Chip's POV
Slowly, she pulled herself out of the shadows, twirling her wand between her fingers.
No one knew she was down there. They all thought she was above ground, circling Lord Voldemort, aiding him in his plans for World Domination.
She wasn't.
Much like her close friend, Severus, she was a spy for the other side.
But not for Dumbledore... He didn't know she existed.
She was a spy for Hermione Granger.
Hermione didn't know anything about her spying, however. For Hermione, she was just her younger sister, someone she was separated from for ten years.
Her father, correction, their father, was a Death Eater, and she was adamant that this war would cause his death.
She knew it would happen, she'd read it, on the scrolls; the very ones that instructed her to send her sister away from home and Obliviate her memories until they met again, properly. The very ones that told her that if she did not send her away that they'd all die.
It was bad enough that they'd watched their older sister get murdered right in front of them.
So she sent Hermione away to live with Muggles.
She had to do it, she didn't want to, but watching Hermione get beaten and abused by their father...
She couldn't handle that. Not again. She could take it instead. Hermione didn't deserve the pain.
So now, here she was, watching with shock as Lucius Malfoy bound her older sister to the wall as she screamed, pleasing him to let her go, secured by chains and spells. He cast a lazy Sectumsempra towards her as he worked. She raised her wand in time to protect the main organs and most of the skin from being severely damaged. Of course, she had to let it have an impact. They'd figure her out.
Hermione whimpered and screamed as the spell sliced her slightly. But she'd felt worse. Lucius took no notice, continuing to cast spells around her. His last was a 'Silencio'. Hermione's screams silenced, and he grinned, casting Crucio. This time, help was possible. She cast a shielding spell from the shadows, and Hermione understood realised pretty quickly that someone was helping. She writhed around in fake pain, her eyes glancing to the shadows every so often, showing that she knew there was someone there.
After a while of laughing at Hermione, Lucius left the room, and almost straight after, two men rushed in. Well, a man and another who looked somewhat between the stages of child and manhood.
"Hermione?" cried the man. She analysed him, imagining his form.
Hm.. strange... He's got the same Patronus as Hermione does... She watched lightly as the delicate otter swirled around his form, transparently. He... Oh My God, he's in love with her... She watched as the delicate male otter brushed noses with Hermione's female one... Both dancing on the bodies of their owners.
I guess I'll have to think of a new nickname for him... He's obviously light, trapped in darkness. Maybe his Animagus?
"Draco, help!" he shouted. The in-betweener blinked at the man for a while, still in shock at seeing Hermione entangled in binds, writhing under his father's wand. He didn't know that Hermione was faking it, and nor should he.
The shadow chuckled in the corner, quietly. Hermione hadn't realised that Lucius had already left, that these two men were here instead.
She was still writhing in 'pain' and the 'tweener' looked scared for her.
"Draco!" The man screamed.
The 'tweener', Draco, moved, pulling his wand from his back pocket and throwing spells and curses of all kinds at the binds.
Nothing happened.
The shadow watched the dragon figure tangle itself around the 'twee-Draco's torso...
Dragon Boy...
Sounded like something you could call this guy. He looked like he could be rough if he tried...
Hermione had finally peeked an eye open, frozen from her writhing when she saw the man and Dragon Boy looking up at her. She tensed her muscles up slightly, and then slumped. The chains chinked under her movement, and she let out a relieved sigh.
"Thank God you guys are here..." She laughed, breathlessly, "I can't be locked up here... We're on a break through back at the Order."
"I know," whispered the man, "I'm going to get you out Hermione, I promise."
Hermione smiled, "I know Severus, I believe in you."
"What about me?" Draco whispered, "Do you believe in me?"
"I do," she murmured back.
The figure in the shadows rolled her eyes. This was so typically Hermione, caring and kind to everyone around her.
"I do believe in you Draco," Hermione whispered again, "But why did you come here? You're in worse danger than me, or Severus, down here."
"I had to help you Hermione. I love you."
The man, Severus's head snapped up to glare at Draco. He shrunk away slightly, recoiling as Severus turned back to trying to untie the bonds by hand.
Hermione sighed, "You don't love me Draco." She whispered.
"I do, Hermione. I feel more for you than anyone I ever had before."
"When you fall in love, you'll know it."
"I do know-"
"No, Draco, you don't. I'm not the one you're in love with."
"Then wh-"
"There's a girl. She's perfect for you." Hermione hissed as the bonds cut deeper into her wrists, "She's like me, that is why you think you want me, but you don't. When you meet her, you'll know... In fact, I'll introduce you when we get out of here."
"Which won't be soon." A voice shouted from the doorway. All four snapped their heads round to look at the man standing in the doorway.
Lucius Malfoy came into view of the room, holding his wand up, constantly swinging it from Severus to Hermione, Hermione to Draco and back again.
"My own son," he scoffed, "falling for a Mudblood?"
"Leave her alone father," Draco growled.
Lucius grinned lightly, swirling his wand again.
"Severus Snape, most 'faithful' servant of the lord... After Bellatrix of course. Just wait till the Dark Lord hears all about this."
"Lucius, please."
"Try me Severus."
Severus Snape, Snake, she decided was to be his name, pulled his wand from his pocket and held it to level with Lucius.
"Expelliarmus!" Lucius shouted.
Snake's wand flew from his hand and scattered across the stone. He backed up against the wall, touching Hermione's hip with one hand as if in a farewell gesture.
Lucius grinned again, and the dreaded curse stumbled across his lips.
"AVADA KEDAV-"
Silence.
Snake, Otty and Dragon Boy stood watching as a silver light engulfed Lucius, and he fell to the floor, frozen.
Then a small squeal emitted from Hermione's lips as she saw the small chipmunk shaped patronus dash over the fallen man, and encircling itself around Hermione's arm.
"Chip?" she asked hopefully.
Snake and Dragon looked at her, confused, as she squinted into the shadows.
Slowly and carefully, a young woman emerged. Her hair was long and black, down to her elbows, but pulled back into a messy ponytail, and she was dressed in a pair light silver silk shorts and a button up shirt.
She twirled the two wands around in her fingers, and then stuck them back into the knot in her hair, before she grinned.
"Hey there, sis."