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Chapter 7. A desperate Prince and a Miracle Cure.
5 June 1999. Unplottable location. Switzerland. 4 am.
Severus was sitting next to Hermione's bed reading in silence, he stopped and looked into her face and smiled. He Closed the book and quietly confided to her.
"I'm glad that your parents, Minerva and Winky agreed to move you here, this is one of the safe houses of the Bulgarian Royal family, we are in a fortress, somewhere in Switzerland and now I can test the so-called fairy tale cure?..."
He closed the space and kissed her sweetly and whispered in her ear. "Thank you for loving me and for saving my life, you hard-headed Gryffindor and most importantly, thank you for believing in me when no one else did."
She remained unmoving and he got up and walked away, breaking into a run and later black smoke like a dark wraith, thinking to himself. "You misplaced your faith, Hermione, I'm so sorry!"
-oo0oo-
6 June 1999. 8 pm.
"Potions Master Snape has to eat!" Shouted Winky.
"Winky please, I'm not hungry, and by the way, why are you yelling?"
"Because you are just like her, unless I force feed you, you will exhaust yourself thinking that I don't know, you are immortal! And you are not! I did not nurse you back from death to see you die of hunger… now you will eat and rest!"
"What did you just say?"
Helen Granger and Harry Potter were drawn to the loud argument between Winky and Severus. Harry noticed that Severus got up from his seat in a moment as though he was on fire and shook his head and repeated:
"Immortal? of course! Merlin! I'm an Idiot!... you are right Winky!"
Harry blinked and wondered if the Potions Master finally cracked under the pressure and was now clinically insane.
"Excuse me, I need to write a letter… and yes, I'll have my dinner Winky, but first I need to find Raucous… Nick and Nellie will not allow the post from anyone else, you are brilliant, you are brilliant!... Helen we are going to get Hermione back!"
Helen too wondered if Severus was also insane. The Mother and the hero shrugged and Harry said:
"I'm sure we are going to get an explanation about what was that all about, and who Nick and Nellie are, but, probably later."
"Or maybe he is just insane?" asked Helen.
"Yeah, that's a possibility,"
"Good night Harry," Helen got close and hugged and kissed him and moved away.
"Good night Mrs. Granger,"
-oo0oo-
9 June 1999 Wellington, New Zealand.
The Flamel couple was living a quiet life of solitude in New Zealand when a letter arrived that once again had their world toppled.
Eight years ago a young Potions Master carried a letter with terrible news. That the last Philosopher's stone was destroyed, by their so-called good friend Albus Dumbledore.
Nicholas drank from the Elixir of life and so did Perenelle, his wife had been cursed and she needed the Elixir otherwise her death would be painful, since her affliction would return and take her in a total of forty-eight agonizing hours.
The stone took three months to make and both Alchemists were dependant on the Elixir. Nicholas had tried finding an alternative, a cure for Nellie's curse in their extended lifetime, but so far nothing had turned out.
The couple embraced and wept in the presence of the Potions Master and it was then that the Alchemist found a true friend.
Severus switched the real stone with a fake that Halloween night of 1991, the Cerberus Fluffy coughed his ankle but he was able to continue and get the stone, switch it with a fake and return in time for the outcome of that evening.
Dumbledore deliberately damaged too many people on his self-righteous path "His Greater Good agenda." But the Head of house for the snakes considered, that it was not his fucking stone to start with, and he ultimately wanted to be more than a Potions Master, Severus too wanted to be an Alchemist one day, plus, naturally he had to make good impressions and create alliances, he was a Slytherin after all.
He gave them back the stone and the Flamel couple promised they would help him create his own Philosopher's stone when the time was right.
Severus wasn't sure if the time was right, but he had to ask in a letter.
The not dead Alchemist Nicholas Flamel was a man who preferred solitude over the madness that modern life offered. To his neighbors, he was a retired college professor and his wife a former beauty pageant queen who wouldn't share who her plastic surgeon was.
A very respectful union of educated people of some residual wealth that decided to live their last years in a quiet suburb in the capital.
The letter was delivered by a raven.
"Raucous is that you?" asked Nicholas.
The raven cawed and lifted his left claw. Nicholas sighed and wondered what could make Severus send a letter.
Dear Nicholas,
I know I promised not to interrupt your retirement from the world but I need help… I need to create a Philosopher's stone and save a life.
The young woman in question was afflicted with the malediction of the Living Dead. In cursed slumber, and I've exhausted my resources on trying to find a solution.
She saved my life Nick and you hold the knowledge of the stone, the Elixir of life.
Monumental problems need Miracle answers.
You better than anyone knows about my dilemma.
I need to do this for Hermione.
Your friend.
Severus T. Snape.
After reading the letter, Perenelle found her husband in deep meditation.
"What it is Nicholas?"
"It seems Severus needs assistance with creating a proper healing treatment."
"You are going to help him, aren't you? But dear, is that wise?"
"He is asking Perenelle, and I promised I would help, he is in Switzerland, so how about visiting Olympe this time of year?"
"Sounds lovely."
Unplottable location Switzerland. 5 September 1999. 9 pm.
Helen watched over her daughter's bed waiting for the Potions Master and that very interesting couple the Flamel's to come out of the Potions Lab. According to Severus, today was the day, when the cure would be tested.
After that very odd argument between Professor Snape and the house elf Winky back in June, Severus again became hopeful and he worked tirelessly preparing a working lab for the Alchemists to arrive.
Magic made many things happened. Hermione was moved from Hogwarts to a secret Bulgarian compound, for its Royal family in Switzerland.
Harry Potter, Princess Mina Krum, Winky, Richard Granger and now the Flamel's where all in the castle and expectations and anxiety reached the roof levels.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger were keeping guard over Hermione's bed when Severus entered the chamber with a small pendant in his hands: a tiny sapphire mounted on a gold claw.
He placed the chain around Hermione's neck and tapped the stone. A small golden pulse started vibrating and painting Hermione's body very slowly.
By next morning, Hermione seemed to be a breathing golden statue, and by midday, the light, heat, and power of the sapphire stopped. The shell casing broke. She started stirring and opened her eyes and recognized in a crowded room three faces.
"Mom, dad, Harry, what are you guys doing here?"
"Hey Herms, I've missed you, it's so good to see you awake."
"What happened? where am I?"
"It's a long story, Hermione," answered Harry.
"Okay, now I'm really curious, what happened?"
Nicholas, Perenelle, and Wilhelmina stepped closer and added:
"It's good to see you awake Miss Granger. Hi, my name is Princess Helena Wilhelmina Krum, I'm Harry's fiancé."
"Oh, wow, Harry she is gorgeous! I mean, sorry, great to meet you, Princess Krum."
The royal giggled and added:
"Call me Mina."
"Mina."
"This is Nicholas and I am Perenelle Flamel, so good to finally meet you too, Miss Granger."
"Merlin! The Flamel's, the legendary Alchemist couple?"
"Oh, I like her Nicholas. Yes, Miss Granger, and you can call us Nick and Nellie."
"Um, if I get over the shock I will, wow, I feel a little out of place and uh, why can't I move my legs?"
"You have been asleep for about four months Hermione," answered Helen Granger. She took her daughter's hands and added: "Like we said, it's a long story."
Behind the door frame, the dark and tall figure of Severus V. Britannicus Prince stood in silence, drinking in the picture of love and family ties reuniting. He felt like a vulture, smiled, and decided it was time to leave. He, too, needed healing. He was a stranger and his job was done.
Perenelle and Nicholas felt the Potions Master figure retreat like a shadow. Both of them nodded in compliance with his wishes. Harry, Hermione, and Severus would heal at their own pace.
Severus was now for the first time in his life a free man.
Hermione had her health back, together with her parents and true friends.
Harry was on his way to being truly happy.
Overall, the outcome was pretty good.
-oo0oo-
Five years later.
Academy of Magic and Mundane Science.
Sydney, Australia.
19 September 2004. 10 am.
Classroom 605.
Transfiguration Class.
Transfiguration Mistress Hermione Granger was having a bad day. Dressed in impeccable Mauve robes, flawless make-up, a tressed hairdo, and stylish Manolo pumps, she had all the attention of her students.
She hated classes because she had a particularly annoying ongoing issue. The young teenage boys were like lovesick puppies and the girls, as a result, outdid themselves with their presentation as though they were in a competition. It did not matter that Professor Granger had the best class, she also had part of the School's male personnel at the frame of the door, drooling like mindless baboons.
Being cured with the Philosopher's Stone, in particular by the Elixir of life, had one stupid Side Effect, and even though Madame Flamel explained the condition, she could not fathom the idea of being so captivating that most people became mindless drones as if she was a Veela blasting her Allure.
She hated the popularity. She hated being desired. And to the rest of the Academy, she was a Shrew.
However, nothing was more feared than her cold ire as she assigned detention, and lately, one poor soul in the Sydney Academy of Wizardry had been reaping such a dark reward: a poor misfit, pale, tall and lanky teenage boy everybody teased as Mr. P.
"Mr. Prince!"
"Professor Granger?" The boy jumped on his seat making a mess with his quill and ink.
"Where is your Transfiguration textbook?"
"I have it in my backpack… I'll bring it up… Accio!"
The book flew out of the bag and knocked the teen in his face. A loud crunching sound that made everyone wince announced a fractured nose, and so did the quiet moan that came from his lips.
Hermione blinked and shook her head as she looked at the poor boy, realizing that she used to be in the same position, clumsy, awkward, and nervous, in response to the Potions Master. However, she was more subtle. Wand-less magic, cleaning charms, and color coding saved her face from a multitude of mishaps. To the rest of the world, it seemed as though she was taking her time putting her books away, when, in fact, she was repairing the damage. "Oh, Merlin!" she thought to herself, instead, she actually said in a frosty tone of voice, as she pointed to the board and with a swish uncovered a list of questions.
"Pop Quiz everyone! You have an hour to answer those thirty questions as an essay, chop chop." As a result, everybody in the classroom moaned.
It was then that a small out of place item called her attention. The teacher noticed a paperback Pen-Fiction novel and its title in red glittering letters. "The Bedside Tales of Sleeping Beauty."
Hermione drew her wand, pointed it at her student, and in a whisper she healed, cleansed, and sorted his notes after she pointed at the novel and said: "Accio. Mr. Prince, do your test and stay after class." Holding his beaten down copy of Erotica fiction and flashing a dangerous smile.
If the boy was pale, he ended up looking like a wax statue. Regardless, he nodded.
"Yes Professor, I will."
Hermione perused the book in question, and recognized a particular tale, he had it dog-eared and the page had smudges of coffee, tea, and water. Funny thing was, that this was the less explicit of the stories. She knew because she had the very first copy of the limited edition. The Swots actually went ahead and published the Pen-Fiction work and soon it created a subculture of similar style literature.
She smiled as she remembered how the critics and real writers were incensed over the phenomenon. The real object of such adoration never retaliated, and funny disclaimers made everyone happy. "I don't Own Severus if I did? I would not be posting it here."
The classroom was now empty. She flicked her wrist and locked the door, did a Muffliato charm and said to her student.
"Come closer, Mr. Prince."
She did not need to check his test, he was already above and beyond the Expectations. The boy was for all purposes a genius and had the best academic score overall, but she could not understand why he would be interested in this type of literature. So, like a good researcher, she asked:
"Is this a Transfiguration text, Mr. Prince?"
"No, it's a softcore Erotica book, Professor Granger." He was still developing, his tone of voice cracked between a child's voice and a soft baritone.
"Why Vlad, why do you waste your time on this pseudo literature? Tell me, what is so fascinating about this book?"
"You are being unfair and cruel… I mean, these girls were a bit older than my classmates when they wrote it, and they all were diluted and crazy to fantasize about a bloke as attractive as a dementor, a slimy dungeon bat!... Maybe I'm crazy, but I wanted to believe that there is hope for me too?"
"Is that so? Well then, let me see, there are really interesting takes on how to seduce the Head of Slytherin here, but this one is so tame in comparison, yet you favored it?..."
"Do you understand that the writer survived rape? That she practically could have gone rogue and hate on males, instead she pleads for him?... To me, that is the most intoxicating seduction! To have that kind of love and trust, for an undeserving GIT!"
Hermione smiled and said:
"Petrificus Totalus. Okay, let me read and see if I can get your angle."
She started reading out loud.
"The Plea by Meredith D. Mars"
It was past midnight, I woke up after an unrestful slumber, and went to the loo. The weather was hot and humid and my gown stuck unto my skin.
I took the rag off and took a bath, applied moisturizer, and went back to bed. A bit later, I felt an intrusion in the wards. Seconds after, I felt the pressure of a body closing up in my bed. The mattress undertook the weight of a male.
I extended my arm to pick up my wand and do a Lumos spell.
The familiar tone of Severus' voice stopped my hand from completing the deed.
He said:
"Don't turn the light on."
I tried to protest, however, his mouth ripped my reticence to the other side of the room as he gently kissed me.
As delicate heat pulsing from the morning star, he too, descended over my skin.
His scent and the shape of his body enveloped my senses, making me feel at home.
In the dark, I felt his smile as he recognized the softness of my skin through his gentle strokes.
I shivered as I felt his face, lips, and breath on my navel, I couldn't help laughing. I tried embracing him, but he moved away and instructed:
"Lay down."
I obeyed, and Severus made sure that I lay just on the covers, and again he kissed me.
In the middle of the exchange, I recalled that I was a student, but his kisses were intoxicating.
Severus added:
"I know we are not supposed to touch, so we will have to keep your hands bound."
To which I replied:
"What?"
He intoned:
"Petrificus Pars" (Partial Petrification)
Severus got close, his robe fell and his pale sculpted body glowed like a perfect apparition.
He lowered his lips to my face and peppered kisses over my forehead, eyelids, and cheeks. He turned my face and kissed and nibbled the exposed earlobe. His tongue continued a trail around my neck, chest, and nipples.
I felt myself tremble against the heat of his lips. The kiss extended and I understood why he took away my mobility.
I couldn't guide him, I was engulfed in sensation, just like dove's wings, my body breathed, shivered, longed for him.
My breath went missing as I panted, I yielded in bliss and frustration.
I couldn't deny him, I couldn't have him as a total, in rapture and need, I released a cry.
"Oh God Severus, I need you!"
Hermione became quiet as Mr. Prince dark eyes seemed to lit as obsidian fire. She smirked and nodded in acceptance: "You're right, it is simple and passionate, very Gryffindor. Finite"
He nodded, straighten himself, and then asked almost in a whisper:
"Do you think that a bloke like me could ever have a chance with a Gryffindor Princess?"
Hermione looked into his eyes, smiled, and answered: "Yes, I think you would have a decent chance."
Mr. Prince nodded and with almost growl, he replied: "Good!"
He snapped his fingers and Severus V. Britannicus Prince stood and Hermione hissed:
"You absolute Prick!"
"Tut, tut, tut... such naughty language Professor Granger."
