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Warnings: Not HP DH Compliant.
Graphic Material. MATURE CONTENT. Sex, profanity and everything else.
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Hermione could feel the rush of cold air as it poured overhead as they walked further down into the corridor. Crabbe grasped her upper arm as he escorted her further down and with every step, Hermione could feel herself growing colder inside.
The words 'Constant Vigilance' moved through her head as she saw the Professor's Potion Lab Door open. Hermione shifted her weight and fell against Crabbe as she took a step. Crabbe tried to steady her and she leaned into him, pressing her breasts against his chest. Her eyes warmed up and she looked at him suggestively.
Crabbe ran his fingertips over her costume, lingering over her breasts.
Hermione managed to speak softly.
"Please, let's go…. In there." Hermione tried to reflect need and arousal, but it was hard since she felt so numb inside.
Crabbe smiled appreciatively at her and nodded, assuming she was under the influence of drug. "I guess it couldn't hurt to get a head start, just me and all."
Crabbe guided her inside the empty Potions room and shoved her up against the desk. Hermione shook her head and pointed to the wall of bottles longingly. "A contraceptive potion, please?"
Crabbe looked frustrated but nodded to Hermione to go ahead.
"Take whatever you want!" Crabbe grabbed his arousal and groaned. "Your lucky, I am being so nice to you."
Upon Crabbe's command, Hermione grabbed the Potion's box and grabbed two Bezoars. She swallowed one as she pocketed the other.
Hermione choked, grabbing her throat as she felt it working inside of her, eliminating the poison from her system, along with the compliance that was being forced into her from the drug. Crabbe looked at her suspiciously. Hermione fell to her knees in front of Crabbe, her mouth foaming slightly.
"What did you do, you stupid Mudblood! What did you take?" Crabbe shook her and Hermione waited until her head was completely clear. She closed her eyes.
"I feel sick." Hermione coughed up some foam and Crabbe looked disgusted with her.
"Stay here. I will get something to settle your stomach. You're a hell of a lot of trouble, I'll tell you that." Crabbe moved out of the room and shut the door behind her. Hermione stared at the door, realizing he had not locked it since he thought she was still under the drug's influence.
Hermione stared down at the pocket that held the other Bezoar.
She needed to give it to Lily.
She could not let Severus take advantage of Lily. He must have planned all this. The thought made her sick to her stomach.
Gods, why did this all have to hurt so much.
She wished earlier that she could hate him.
Perhaps, she may have gotten her wish.
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Down by the Lake....
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James Potter was pulling second shift duty watching Remus. It was damned unlucky for him that somehow the full moon was on the same night as the dance.
Just beyond him locked in the cave, Remus skulked about in his werewolf form. This was because James was responsible while Sirius buggered off. James had just shrugged in acceptance when Sirius asked him to take his shift so he could keep drinking. James did not care; he had barely been able to enjoy the dance anyway.
Lily had looked so hot in that costume. No, he meant Alice.
James slid his head into his hands and sighed heavily. No, he meant Lily.
James could not get her out of his head. He had fallen in love with her a long time ago.
Ages, in fact.
However, Lily Evans hated his guts.
Couldn't she understand that Snivellius was just an evil kid? It was not just that he was a Slytherin. It was more. Something so dark that it repelled against his very nature.
Severus Snape was nobody's victim. Not even the Marauders. James knew that occasionally he was meaner then he should be to him but she did not see the looks that Severus gave him. That cold smile that chilled him to the bone. Especially when it focused on Lily.
Lily was like lightness and air, and Severus Snape was the leech sucking it away from her. James could not stand by and let that happen.
Not while he lived on this earth.
Not while he watched her date FRANK LONGBOTTOM!!
James rose up and kicked a rock nearby the cave.
What in the Hades did she see in Frank Longbottom anyway?!
That soooooo came out of left corner.
James pulled his hair in frustration.
There was NOTHING wrong with Frank; BUT James could not handle watching her walk around school with that NICE, normal person when she could have HIM.
James.
James Potter.
Quidditch Hero!
Gryffindor Leader.
Marauder.
What was so bloody wrong with him?!
James thoughts were interrupted by a crash nearby and he pulled on his invisibility cloak, moving towards the sound. If Snivellius had come back for a second show of werewolf love, James would be happy to oblige the greasy git.
Under the moonlight, James saw a Dark robed figure carrying a broken doll, a brightly colored fairy with brilliantly red hair and a fantastic figure. James almost dropped his wand in shock.
Lily was lying prone on the ground behind the trees and the figure was untying her costume.
Frank Longbottom was a DOG.
Lily looked drunk or unconscious.
James moved closer to the couple and swallowed hard, seeing all the white skin bared was making him sweat. Frank pulled off the skull mask and dropped it besides him with a grin. Except it was not Frank.
James felt his stomach drop and burn.
It was that Slytherin Goyle, and he was about to rape Lily. James threw the cloak back and charged Goyle. He screamed and pointed his wand at Goyle
"Stupefy!!"
Goyle froze and fell to the side of Lily.
James ran across the wet grass and slid to his knees besides her. Grasping her limp hand in his, he pressed his ear to her breast, listening for a heartbeat.
He could hear a slow but steady heartbeat and looked anxiously into her face.
"Lily!" James patted the side of her face.
"Say something." His commanding tone roused her and she mumbled. "So hot."
James swallowed hard and touched her forehead. She was warm but not feverish. Lily smiled at his gentle touch, when she opened her beautiful green eyes and looked across at James.
"Pretty."Lily wet her dry lips and James felt his heart turn over in his chest.
"Yes, you are Lily." He murmured quietly before he scooped his arm under her legs and around her back, lifting her up to his chest.
James crushed Lily closer to him and breathed in the scent of her hair. Magnolias. That figured.
"Time for bed, Red," admonished James. Lily giggled and buried her face in James's neck
James growled as he passed Goyle and after a brief hesitation, he kicked Goyle in the face, leaving him still stupefied as he bled on the ground.
"You deserve worse." James utterly quietly before he carried Lily back to the Castle.
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Severus Snape was panicking. Hermione was not in her room and that potion was about, and she probably drank it. Stupid, trusting Gryffindor has always assumed the best in people.
Crabbe might have seen something and Severus knew that he was in the Slytherin common room or his private room. Either way, it was a start.
Severus ran down the stairs to the dungeon, taking them two at a time. He stopped at the top of the corner looking down when he saw Crabbe outside the Potion's Professor's Office.
"Crabbe." Severus glared as he pulled up and walked purposefully down the stairs towards the door that Crabbe was opening.
"You busy?" Severus raised an eyebrow at the glass of water Crabbe was holding.
Crabbe suddenly looked very nervous and Severus narrowed his eyes at him.
"What is that water for?" demanded Severus. Crabbe shrugged.
Hermione heard Severus outside the door and she sucked in a deep breath.
She couldn't face him right now. Not after that episode with Lily. Where was Lily then?
She sat down on the chair, her eyes straight forward.
Hermione didn't want Severus to see her here. She would never escape then. Not from him.
Severus scowled at Crabbe.
Usually he didn't act so thick. What was with the water? He shouldered his way into the potions room and looked around.
The door creaked open and Hermione carefully schooled her features to a carefully blank drugged state. Her arms fell slack at her sides in compliance.
Severus stopped dead, looking at Hermione staring blankly ahead. Zombie-like.
Severus had never felt such a rage in his entire life as he did at that moment.
Her dress was torn at the breast and it was hiked up as she sat in the chair, revealing her long lean legs to anyone's view. Her face was flushed and she had muddy mascara tracks that had dried on her cheeks from tears once fallen.
In short, Severus wanted to bloody murder Crabbe.
Trying hard to control his breathing he waved his wand at Crabbe.
"Thanks for keeping my Mud-blood warm, but you can go now." Severus's tone was like frost and his gaze was as dark as the blackest depths of the ocean.
Crabbe backed out of the room still holding the glass of water in his hand.
The door shut.
Severus turned around to stare down at Hermione's face. She stared at the floor. A mechanical doll that he could command at his leisure, to do his bidding with complete compliance.
He should know, he made the potion that did it to her.
The effects lasted hours with the smallest drop.
God only knows how much she had consumed.
Severus paced the room in jerky motions that betrayed his rage. His expression was drawn up and closed off but Hermione knew him better then that and she detected the slightest hint of regret.
Though she didn't believe it for a moment.
"Why the bloody hell didn't you go back to your room!?" He finally exploded. " Was it so bloody important that you see Black again?" He was yelling now.
Hermione's eyes flicked to the door and Severus heaved a sigh and cast a Silencing Spell.
He walked to the Potions Counter and pulled out a white cloth. He dabbed something on it and moved towards her.
Hermione flinched, her eyes widened as he came forward and fell to his knees.
"I wont hurt you. I promise," uttered Severus hoarsely. His voice barely carried above a whisper.
Severus gently washed the stains of the makeup off her face in slow gentle strokes. Hermione closed her eyes at the unexpected gentleness and she could feel the helpless tears falling again.
Severus froze.
He cursed under his breath and wiped the new tears away with a grim look.
Hermione wanted so badly to trust him but she had seen him with her own eyes. She knew this was his potion.
Severus retied her shoulder strap covering her up. "Did Crabbe force you?"
He leaned down to stare into her eyes. Something like concern mixed with possessiveness flickered in his obsidian depths. Hermione shuddered but shook her head. Severus remembered that he had to command her to speak.
"Tell me what happened." Severus harshly demanded.
"Crabbe would have taken me if I hadn't ate something that made me sick. I told him it was a contraceptive potion." Hermione spoke quietly but she stared at the ground. "He also made me watch Lily make out with a Death Eater."
The second part was so soft that he had to strain to catch her words.
"A Death Eater? Who?" Then Severus felt it like a punch in his gut.
Hermione had seen him.
He was the Death Eater who abused Lily under the influence of a drug.
Severus watched her for a long moment deciding how to explain what happened.
Hermione had enough of the charade and she flew at him.
"How could you? How could you do that to an innocent girl!" Severus stared at her in shock and just let her pound on him with her fists.
"You raped her! You fucking animal. The whole time there was I! I wanted you. I don't even know why. You're sick. Disgusting. You…. You, DEATH EATER. God I was a fool to care about you. I HATE you."
All of her allegations against him pelted down on his head. Her fists barely did any damage, not after what he is father could bring.
She was right.
He was all those things and more.
Hermione had cared about him but he was nothing but an animal, scum like his father had always said. He stood there limply with his arms at his side while she continued to punch him. Suddenly the cyclone stopped, and Hermione slipped to the floor crying, as her tears blinded her.
"Do whatever you want. You can never hurt me worse then you did tonight," cried Hermione.
Hermione choked out between sobs and she began to gag suddenly from the influx of tears. Her nose was bright red and her hair was in tangles about her face and tragically to Severus she had never looked more like his Hermione. Her pain was because of him.
She was a virago of rage and misery.
Severus couldn't speak, think or move for looking at her. For the guilt, which threatened to level, him like a ton of bricks.
He tried to speak but his voice wouldn't work. He just stared down at her with something like pity in his eyes.
"You countered the effects of the drugs." His voice sounded hoarse, like he had garbled razor blades with it.
Hermione stared confusedly at him for a moment and then nodded wearily. "Bezoar. You… Nevermind."
Severus reached a hand out to her but she recoiled from him.
Severus felt something shift in his chest, painfully. "I didn't rape Lily. The moment I had realized what was happening, I went to find you. You weren't in your room and I … I suspected that Lucius would try to do something for you."
Hermione was a smart girl and read between the lines. "You didn't spike the punch." She made it a statement. Severus shook his head.
"Why were you kissing Lily?" Hermione hugged her knees and hated herself suddenly for asking him.
She knew why.
Severus had always loved Lily.
That's the great Destiny for him.
Hermione had nothing to do with it.
AT all.
Severus knelt down next to her. " Because I have always wanted her. She threw herself at me and suddenly it was like a dream came true. A life long dream." His tone was matter of fact. "The truth of it is, I … didn't feel right. I realized what had happened, shortly after that. Actually, I kind of dumped her on the floor and went looking for you."
Hermione breathed in deeply and she wiped her eyes with the cloth Severus had provided earlier.
"You have to make me a promise. Swear, a wizard's Oath. Can you do that for me?"
Severus narrowed his eyes suspiciously but he couldn't say no to her right now.
He was so weak when it came to her.
Hermione took a deep breath. "Promise me that you will watch over Lily Evans and protect her family for the rest of your life."
Severus eyes shot up and he blinked at her.
"I grant you a wizard's oath, and you ask for that?!"
He frowned slightly wondering that clever mind was ticking away at.
Hermione looked like a bulldog right now. She narrowed her gaze right back at him.
"Yes. Oh… and one other thing. I want you to swear to always keep this on you."
She hands him the other Bezoar from her pocket. Severus took the object with a skeptical look.
"I guess. Is this so I cant drug you anymore?" He smirks at her.
Hermione smiled but it doesn't reach her eyes. "Yes."
Hermione's mind was working a thousand miles a minute.
How much longer before Voldemort came for her.
She could feel the minutes ticking by and Severus would soon be put to the test.
Severus shrugs carelessly.
A stupid oath about a rock and a girl that he doesn't hate.
Sure thing.
If it meant that Hermione forgave his transgressions.
It was a small price to pay.
"I swear, I will always try to protect Lily Evans and her family. Oh, and I will carry this Bezoar around with me always." Hermione felt the old magic swell around her and Severus as he said the oath that would guarantee the future. The future where he died. Or maybe not. If Hermione can get out of here alive. Maybe.
"Maybe." Hermione whispered and Severus swept her up in his arms. He carried her to his bedroom and slammed the door shut from prying eyes.
Severus shut the door and deposited Hermione on the bed.
Hermione looked worried and almost scared. Severus would have to do something about that. He could not stand the though of her scared, especially if it is of him.
Hermione absently bit her nail thinking, her eyes half-mast as she mulled over the events so far.
Severus considered her for a long moment and then pulled up a chair across from where she was on his bed.
Hermione looked flushed and nervous. Something she had yelled at him was nagging at his thoughts but she had said so many things, he could not put his finger on any one single thing that bothered him.
Hermione suddenly looked up, and she saw Severus watching her guardedly from the chair. He looked pensive, intense and altogether too bloody good. If she was going to have to give him up soon then she wanted one last memory.
Especially if it was the last one.
Hermione rose up from the bed and walked to him. Her hips swayed with the distinct femininity of being a grown woman bent on seducing her lover.
Severus swallowed hard and stood up. "Hermione, I think you should rest. The potion probably taxed you."
Hermione pressed a fingertip to his lips, stopping whatever he had been about to say from coming. Hermione quickly slide back his robes and began to unbutton his pants.
"No, I want to see you. All of you." Hermione's voice held a strange determination and Severus felt a part of him inflame from her insistent fingers.
Severus purred at her touch. "We have plenty of time. You don't have to do this tonight."
Severus choked as he felt her cup him suddenly. Severus let out a slow breath and Hermione could feel him swell in her hand.
"Merlin, you are trying to drive me crazy." Severus whispered and moved to touch her.
Hermione shook her head. "No! I want you to let me touch you." She released his cock once it was hard and it jutted out thickly against his pale hips. Hermione unconsciously licked her lips.
Severus felt his breath whoosh out and his eyes glittered darkly at her but he understood that she did not want him to touch her yet.
Severus was a patient man.
He could wait.
Hopefully not long since he was trembling.
Hermione pushed his robes off his shoulders to the floor. Severus glared at his sudden vulnerability to her but then true to his nature, he straightened in all his pale, sculpted glory. He was magnificent to her.
Severus was a lean, strong and beautiful male animal and he was all hers. To do whatever she wanted to.
Hermione flushed in pleasure as she walked around him, his arrogant pose dared her to say something.
Hermione stopped abruptly at his back.
A soft gasp of dismay escaped her throat at the scar tissue. Whiplashes molded into his flesh, ugly jagged cuts that knotted in thick white scars, hatred carved into his milky white flesh.
Severus stiffened at her gasp knowing what she was seeing.
His father's drunken legacy.
The wounds of childhood forever reminding him why he would never be a victim again from anything.
Not with the knowledge and power, he now held in the Dark Lord.
Severus turned to her and grabbed her arms. "Don't you dare pity me! I gave as good as I got. You understand me? I was never anyone's victim," demanded Severus.
Hermione stared at the wounded boy in front of her with the wild eyes and she felt her heart breaking for him. She nodded at his words. Her soft eyes were a balm to his injured pride.
Hermione slipped from his grasp and moved to his back. She ran a tentative hand over the scar tissue there and stroked him lovingly.
Severus shuddered from the contact but didn't move.
"You're beautiful to me, Severus. So beautiful." Her words washed over him as her fingers stroked gently.
Severus heard the truth in her words and he peeked into her mind and saw her love, no her desire for him, despite everything he had done.
"My turn." His tone turned grim and he spun on her.
His hands reached around to cup her buttocks, dragging her against him as he lowered his mouth on her.
Tender and fierce, Severus explored the moist, hot mouth beneath him. His tongue darting out to soothe her dry lips and plunge in further, deeper. His tongue, sending darts of pleasure through her body with every masterful stroke.
Hermione opened her mouth to him and let him ravage her sweetly. God's, she loved touching him. Her hands running over the length of his body, memorizing every curve, and hard plane, savoring it.
She inhaled his spicy scent as he lowered his mouth to the swell of her breasts and she could feel his hands tugging at the straps holding her costume together. Hermione arched her back and the straps fell, revealing her body to his greedy eyes.
Hermione in an unconscious bid for modesty covered her breasts from his view. A blush slightly flushing her cheeks as she slowly backed away from him.
"Oh, no witch. I said, my turn." Severus smiled slowly and she shivered with delight at the picture it made.
Hermione snapshot his features as he stalked her towards the bed, vowing to remember this moment for the rest of her life. She released her breasts to his hungry gaze and Severus grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back.
"I want to see all of you witch. Vulnerable and aroused. Just like you saw me earlier." Severus purred as he leaned down and blew on each nipple, watching as they swelled from the cold air, looking delightfully aroused.
Severus whispered hoarsely as he saw her flushed and excited eyes darken with lust. "You are so beautiful, Hermione."
He just looked over her aroused body, staring but not touching her, other then to hold her wrists, forcing her breasts to push out temptingly.
Severus's hold did not hurt, instead it was insanely arousing, knowing that he held her and simply wanted to stare at her. Meanwhile, not touching her with anything other then his dark, hungry eyes.
Hermione shuddered and arched as she felt moisture trickle between her legs and she found her voice.
"Please Severus. I can't take this."
Severus lowered his hand to fall flat on her belly. Hermione almost bucked off the bed from the contact. Her pelvis ached to thrust his hand lower and she squirmed, as she grew wetter.
"You demon." Hermione's words sounded like a guttural moan.
Severus lowered two elegant fingers to trace over her wet folds but not inserting, just teasing the outside flesh. Hermione jerked again from frustration.
"Never pretended otherwise." Severus smirked and with one fluid movement, he pulled Hermione to sit on his lap on the edge of the bed.
Hermione arched her back and she could feel Severus hardness pressing into the apex between her legs but not exactly in the right position.
"More to the left." Hermione choked out as Severus drew her hair over to the side and kissed her neck from behind.
Severus spreads Hermione's legs out suddenly. "Not yet…" Severus purred and Hermione almost jumped. A hand snaked down to hold her thigh as he widens her legs a bit further, exposing the cold dungeon air to her pussy.
Hermione was dazed from the erotic position. She could feel herself leaking out as he cradled her back against his chest as he exposed Hermione's body to view, but never entering inside her.
Severus licked her ear, his tongue delicately tracing the outside of her ear and Hermione shuddered.
"Oh Gods, please Severus." Her voice was almost broken from the want and need that he was bringing to a boiling point inside her.
At that request, Severus widened her legs further, tucking them over his own thighs and Hermione feeling the pressure between her legs groaned. Her clit swollen from the teasing and the stretching was making her insanely sensitive.
"Now witch. How could you ever doubt, that I would want someone else when you are so ready for me, all the time. Made for me?" His words hissed across her neck and both hands circled around her back, up to cup her swollen breasts.
Hermione arched as his words caressed her ears.
His voice, that voice of a fallen angel.
Hermione felt her clit swell from the strain of her separated legs, combined with his taunting voice. and she jerked suddenly as she orgasmed.
Hermione sobbed and leaned forward, convulsing from the powerful orgasm. He had not even gone inside her. Had not touched her, not really.
Hermione pleaded brokenly. "Please Severus, love, please." The words fell between them and Severus felt a warmth spread through him.
He grasped the witch by the hips and adjusted her.
Severus raised her up and slid her down his cock. He could feel her hot, trembling pussy clenching around the end of his cock, the whole way down. Slick with her juices from the orgasm, it felt like Severus was coming home as he pistoned inside her, slamming her up and down again mercilessly.
Severus was controlling her, molding her to him, as he continued to pleasure her.
Hermione began to orgasm again when Severus pulled out suddenly. Hermione uttered a guttural scream of frustration.
Severus flipped her around suddenly. Hermione stared at him, her eyes wet from need.
"No, I want to do this right. You are not some faceless girl. I want to see you." His words broke something free in Hermione and she opened her arms to him.
Severus gently lowered himself down on top of her and thrust inside. Severus moaned as he felt her close down around him and he began to move slower, teasing her with hard mind-blowing thrusts.
He lowered his mouth to hers, tenderly licking at her mouth as he possessed her. His eyes staring into her own before he sped up. Hermione could feel the tsunami building inside of her and she began to quiver, trembling before finally exploding as he pumped deeply inside her.
Severus felt sweat slide down his back as he arched, yelling as he claimed her. He slumped against her, muttering her name, as he rolled to lie next to her.
Severus pulled Hermione to rest on top of him and she felt his heart pounding beneath her chest. Severus closed his eyes and a hand reached out to stroke an errant curl of Hermione's hair.
The smell of sex was thick in the air but Severus could smell the sweet delicate fragrance of Hermione even greater.
"Why did you have to be a Mud-blood?"
Severus spoke quietly but Hermione could tell he had been mulling the question over a while.
"Things are so different now. Things I cannot change," said Severus quietly.
Hermione rested her face against his chest and closed her eyes.
"I don't know." Her whisper tickled across his chest and Severus gathered her closer to him, resting his arms about her waist. "You're a clever witch then most Purebloods." Severus caressed her lower back. "You knew that I was a Death Eater."
Hermione froze but hoped he did not notice her sudden rigidness. Severus did.
"Hang on, how did you know that?" Severus growled suddenly.
Hermione searched her mind frantically. "Your mark. The one on your arm. I heard some people talking in Hogsmeade."
Hermione reached a fingertip out and she moved to touch the Skull and Severus grabbed her hand. "Don't! Don't you ever touch that." His tone was like ice.
Hermione blinked back fear and tried to speak evenly. "Severus, your hurting me."
Severus blinked and released her fingers, massaging them gently. "I'm sorry, it's just important that you leave that alone. It is like a Port Key, in a way to the Dark Lord. I just don't want you to get hurt."
"Why would you do something that could hurt you, or others?" Hermione could not help asking, although she thought she may know the reason already.
Severus's gaze grew darker and took on almost an eager lover's caress.
"Because, the price is small compared to the glories and power that I can learn from the Dark Lord. No one can ever take advantage of me again. Likewise, no one will ever hurt you because of me. I am too powerful now. Trust me Hermione. This is for the best. It will protect us."
Severus's whole body had gone stiff under her at the subject and Hermione tried to relax him by lowering her mouth to his own.
Hermione knew that he believed what he was saying. " I do trust you Severus." She kissed him slowly, savoring the taste of him against her.
Severus murmured appreciatively and pulled her closer to him. "Insatiable little witch."
Hermione smiled slightly and proceeded to distract him further.
All the way into the night.
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Anise waded out from the murky water down at the end of the lake. It was freezing. Anise sucked in her breath and cast a warming charm on herself. Frank Longbottom had been under the lake in an alcove, stupefied in an underwater cave.
After a few close encounters with some unfriendly Gridleylows, Anise had succeeded in tugging Frank up to the shore.
Draco had stupefied AND petrified him.
Bloody Great.
Hopefully, Hogwarts had some Mandrake in that greenhouse of theirs. Anise needed assistance. Draco was still back at the Cave. He looked like he wanted to murder her in cold blood.
Furious, hot-blooded males always did it to her. Especially Draco, he was so vulnerable inside of that cold exterior of his.
All that self-loathing was cutting her, every time she looked at him.
Anise dragged Frank forward and then sighed. Her wand was slightly faulty here and it made it dangerous to use arbitrarily. She needed someone to bring him to the infirmary, but it could not be her.
Anise could hear the music playing loudly from the ballroom, tinkling out from the inner grounds. Someone at the dance probably would be best. Anise pocketed her wand and headed up the hill towards the school.
Once inside the garden's she looked around for students but everyone seemed preoccupied with dancing or other suspiciously adult activities.
Who knew that Hogwarts was so hedonistic?
Where were the teachers for Circe's sake?
Anise spotted someone she recognized from a picture of her dad's. The boy was named, Sirius. Sirius Black. He looked drunk, even better.
Anise ran over and grabbed his arm, shaking him. "Help me. A boy was found by the lake. I think he's dead!"
Sirius blinked at the girl in front of him. His eyes blurred and the girl with green eyes spun slightly in his sight. "What Evans?"
"Frank, Frank Longbottom is dead!" Sirius blinked and a few other people nearby turned to look at her.
"By the lakeshore! I saw him there." She yelled over the music.
People began to look scared and Sirius threw himself to his feet and began to run.
Anise watched the others follow him and she leaned back against the wall with a sigh. One more piece of the puzzle.
Back into place.
Alternatively, perhaps as it always should have been.
Anise wiped sweat off her brow as she looked around the dance floor. People were moving slowly together, hypnotic as they moved. Anise waved cold air in front of her face and headed to the outside.
Just one more task.
Something that she knew she had to stay here for. It was unclear what it was, but she knew similar to how she knew about Draco, that some things were just meant to be.
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