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Chapter 2
Snape stepped through the portrait and into his own private quarters at Hogwarts. He stormed across the living room which was clearly decorated to his personal style. Three large black leather chairs were positioned around a dark wood coffee table, all in front of a large black marble fire place that had burst into flames as soon as he had stepped into the room. Across from the seating area was a very large and majestic looking dark wood desk. Behind it was another black leather chair.
Every piece of furniture in the room was as grand as the last piece and all of it demanded attention as did the few and various ornaments around the room, all of them actually much more than the simple decorative thing that they looked like. Three of the walls were lined from floor to ceiling with book cases and almost every book on them was to do with the dark arts. Jars also sat randomly on the shelves, all containing things relating to the dark arts, things that Snape wouldn't risk leaving in his classroom or in his personal stock cupboard. On the far wall was a door that led into this bedroom, and through there was another door that led to a large bathroom.
He carried Hermione straight over to the large desk and stopped in front of it. He managed to pull out his wand and pointed it at the desk making everything that was there on it just suddenly disappear. He placed Hermione down on it, having to first stop himself from practically dropping her down onto it. He couldn't miss the small and rather weak whimpering sounds she made. He could only imagine the pain she was in. Her wounds were severe and her blood covered him as much as it did her.
He turned to face a dark grey owl that sat beside the fire, looking at him with curious eyes. "Go," he told it as he began to scribble down a note using a quill and some parchment that he made appear from out of nowhere. He rolled the parchment up and shoved it into the bird's beak, "Fetch me Dumbledore, fast!" The bird immediately did as was instructed flying off at of the window.
Snape turned his attention back to Hermione. He suddenly noticed that she was now silent, and how her skin looked pale and clammy where it wasn't covered in her blood that is. He reached down and touched her neck and was a little shocked to find there was barely a pulse running through her beaten body. He tore his robe off and let it drop to the floor by his feet.
Thinking quick he began trying to heal some of the wounds, to try to stop the bleeding but it was taking too long. Even though she looked just seconds from death the longer he tried to heal her wounds the more she began to whimper until she broke into screams. He could instantly tell they were screams of pain, excruciating agony.
He drew his wand away from her and saw how she fell limp and silent again. He reached out and checked her pulse again and if possible it seemed to have gotten even weaker. He was usually calm under stress but right now he was unsure of what to do for the best. One thing he was sure was he was about to lose his best student and he wasn't about to let it happen.
He looked up and suddenly noticed one of the books on the shelves, it was as tattered as it was old. It was one that he had read many times and it contained something that he knew might help right now, but he wasn't sure how good an idea it was. He decided it was better than letting her die. He held his hand up in the air and the big black book flew from off the shelf and straight into his hand. He opened the book to the page he would need and quickly read over what would need to be done. He was just about to run the idea through his head one more time when he heard a familiar voice from behind him.
"You know that it is the only way you're going to save the girl now, Severus."
Snape turned around and shot a look at the headmaster that said, will she see it that way?
"The point is, Severus, that she will be alive to see it whatever way she so choses." Dumbledore replied to what he had heard him thinking.
Snape turned back to Hermione and knowing he had to do it now he took out his wand, he muttered a curse that although Dumbledore had read and heard about had never actually seen performed. He didn't even know a person who had done it and Dumbledore knew a lot of people.
He watched with an odd curiosity as Snape tapped his sleeve with his wand, rolling it up to his elbow. He was almost fairly certain it was the first time he had seen this part of the man's flesh in all the many years he had known him. He continued to watch as Snape muttered something under his breath and drew his wand across his arm, leaving behind a three inch and rather deep slice in his flesh which immediately began to ooze blood that dripped to the floor.
Dumbledore couldn't help but wince as Snape held his bleeding arm over Hermione's mouth. He watched as Snape's lips moved but did not hear the words he was saying as his blood dripped into Hermione's open mouth, several drops later and he moved his arm over her body letting his blood drip over her wounds at the same time his wand traced over her body leaving behind a small black mist that fell down and landed without a trace on Hermione's body.
Dumbledore took a step forward and watched as the magic began to heal the wounds on Hermione's battered body until all that remained of them were her blood stained and torn clothes and pale scars. He watched as the dark magic continued, the words of it came a little louder out of Snape's mouth until he uttered the last one and took a step back.
He saw how Snape looked drained, like he'd just had all of his blood, or his energy ripped from him. Dumbledore performed a simple and silent Episkey on Snape's arm and with a tap of his wand Snape's sleeve was put back in its usual place. Snape looked at him and tried to curl his lips up into a small quick thankful smile, but he couldn't find the energy to do so. He placed his hands down on the desk, leaning over it, over Hermione.
Dumbledore took another step up to Hermione, close enough that he could gently place his hand on top of her head. Hermione never flinched. For a split second Snape wondered if he had been too late, but he could already feel it, she was as alive as he was. He could her hear heart beating in his head as if it were beating in his own chest. At once he knew the spell had worked, more like a curse how he saw it, their blood had joined, mixed and the words he had said had meant that it could never be changed, their blood was as one and it would be for the rest of their lives.
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Snape had left Hermione on the desk and had paced non-stop for at least an hour, even with his lack of energy. He was waiting for her to wake up. He knew that Dumbledore was informing Professor Minerva McGonagall of what had happened and he wasn't sure which he was more anxious about, McGonagall's reaction, or Miss Grangers, when and if she woke up.
He could stand a great amount of pain so the growing aches in his legs, feet and even his lower back were nothing to him, but he feared if he continued pacing he would wear a hole into the floor. With the flick of his wand pointed at one of the chairs, it turned around. He sat down in it, resting his elbows on the arms with his hands clasped together, his two forefingers stood up forming an arrow shape that he placed under his bottom lip. He sat there in silence, watching the student he had always called insufferable, waiting for her to wake.
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As visions of what had happened to her flashed before her mind, Hermione sprang up. She barely caught herself from falling off whatever she was on. She guessed it was the same marble table where she had woken previously to find herself on, only to then be tortured by different curses and hexes. She was a little confused when she saw instead that she was perched on top of a dark wood desk.
Remembering the curses that had been thrown at her and the burning, blinding pain they had caused and the damage she had felt them do to her body made her involuntary release a small sob. She looked down at herself, running her hands over her torso, expecting to feel pain, but she felt nothing to cause pain. She traced her finger along the slash in her jeans, the biggest one on her thigh. An image of how and who had done it to her shot to her mind like a slap across the face. Snape, Professor Snape had cursed her.
"About time, Miss Granger."
Hermione's eyes shot across the room to the man in question, the one who had just spoke and was now making his way across the room to her. She swung her les over the edge of the desk and jumped off it. Her legs almost buckled beneath her but she grabbed hold of the leather chair and used it to keep herself standing. She remained standing behind it so that it was between herself and the dark clothed, dark haired, dark eyed, dark souled professor.
Once more the image of him using his magic to hurt her flashed before her eyes. The thought and the almost feeling of pain it caused made her sway. She clutched the chair tighter but then out of fear she instinctively reached into her pocket to pull out her wand. She knew Snape would have heard the frightened whimper that escaped her mouth upon realizing she didn't have her wand. She looked up and pushed herself back when she saw Snape was right by the other side of the desk, leaning over it at her. She came to an abrupt halt when her back and the back of her head hit something. She quickly glanced behind her to see that it was a very large book case she had bumped into.
She turned to face Snape again and using all the courage she could gather together, which was next to none right now, warned him, "Stay away from me!"
"Don't be foolish Miss Granger, I need to check your wounds." he told her, his tone sounding like this was all a huge inconvenience to him.
"Don't you touch me!" she cried out before she made a dash towards the door. She heard the 'swoosh' of his robe as he moved after her. Knowing he was going to attack still didn't prepare her and as soon as she felt his hand come down on her shoulder she yelped like he had hit her.
He may as well of because he pulled her round so fast and then pushed her up against the wall with such force it hurt as much as being hit by him would have. He looked down at her, his eyes quickly scanning over her, checking for further injury, but she seemed okay. He needed to talk to her, explain himself, but she slapped away his hands which he hadn't realised where still clutching her torn t-shirt pinning her against the wall.
She slapped her hands against his chest and shoved him back. He moved to reach out and grab a hold of her again but she was too quick and shot out of the door, leaving him standing there alone with an annoyed and yet somehow sympathetic look on his face.
He would give her some time to herself before he tried to talk to her again. What he had to say to her would be of no comfort to her now, maybe even ever. How was he going to tell her that in order to save her life he had joined them in a bond so strong that only death itself could break it?
TBC
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