Chapter7
I want it so badly. But I had to go screw it up. I'm such an idiot I should have just taken it. Stupid, stupid, stupid!! Who cares if Professor Snape doesn't like me? He never did, why did I have to waste such an opportunity?
Hermione had beating herself up over the past few days for not immediately saying yes. She found herself obsessing over the incident from last fall and scolding herself for telling Dumbledore about it. Right now she was lying in bed staring up at the ceiling recounting for the hundredth time perhaps the idiocy of being Hermione Granger.
But in the middle of her self scolding her thoughts were interrupted by a faint but still audible moan. She halted her inner dialogue as she listened for another sound. A couple of seconds later she heard a thud and promptly she scrambled out of bed.
In the hallway… slumped up against the wall… was a death eater. Hermione tried to control her heart beat as she slowly approached it. She prepared herself for the stunning spell, one, two-
"Hermione…dumbledore" his mask askew, his black coat covered with blood and dirt Severus Snape held onto the wall for support. His body appeared to have no strength left in it as he clutched at his only support available. Even his voice which had always had power and command in its tone was weak and feeble.
Hermione cried out as his body crumpled to the floor. She half lifted, half dragged his limp body to the nearest room. (Curse stupid ministry rules!) His breathing was becoming more erratic and labored with each passing second and Hermione had no idea who was in this house at 3o'clock on a Saturday morning. She became very scared when he started thrashing. His fingers began to claw at his body and his whimpers grew louder. She had to pin him to the ground in order to protect him from himself. He was out of his mind with pain and she couldn't hold him much longer.
"Miss Granger, please step aside" Thank you, thank you…
"Professor Dumbledore what is happening to him?"
"My dear you are about to witness why they are called 'Unforgivables'"
"Dobby!"
"Yes professor sir?"
"Would you please get me Madame Pomfrey, Lupin and Sirius Black"
"Yes sir, Professor Snape again?"
"Yes! Now hurry!"
Within a matter of seconds a flurry of activity arrived. Madame Pomfrey arranged a long line of potions and set up a bed with leather straps attached. Lupin and Sirius struggled him into the bed while he thrashed and screamed. Not only was he experiencing the after affects of the Cruciatus curse, he had developed a fever and was screaming incessantly.
His lip was bleeding from biting it not to mention the other wounds he had received earlier that covered his body. His scars had really shocked her; the clothes he wore were tailored to hide the more gruesome of them. He had finally stopped flailing 2 hours later. Madame Pomfrey instructed her to keep his fever down while she got more supplies.
Wet cloth in hand Hermione quietly dabbed him forehead. She next heard something so secret that if he ever knew she knew him he would kill her surely kill her.
Eyes closed he whispered "Why don't you love me Lily?"
