Chapter 57: The Edge Of Uncertainty
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The Bathroom, The Snape Residence, Spinner's End, Cokeworth England, Muggle World...
Streaming hot water beat against the pale flesh of the soap slick Regulus Snape as he continued to wash beneath the shower head cleansing away the dirt and grime of an afternoon of work and in the hot sun to restore his father's house to what he believed it might have looked like if the condition had been kept up. The younger Snape's raven hair had been completely soaked and covering his face in a dark curtain that split due to his nose, much like his father's hair use to whenever he stepped into the shower.
Regulus thought back to the night he spent with Hermione Granger and wondered if he had been getting vastly ahead of himself. She had been one hell of a witch to take to bed, but he wasn't too sure that she wanted anything more with him. At the very least she saw him a little more than a "friend with benefits".
With a sigh, Regulus contented himself to simply enjoying whatever time he had with Hermione and the memories of their informal courtship resulting in mind blowing sex as far as he had been concerned. He'd been drunk both encounters and resolved himself to experience the witch without the use of liquid courage.
Finishing up his shower, the naked and dripping pale wizard stepped out into the cold open air and made his way toward the bedroom wrapping a thin formerly white towel around his waist. His lengthy raven locks dangled wetly against his back and shoulders sometimes sticking to his sallow pale face due to his movement.
He couldn't get the vivid images of the witch's kiss from his mind as he entered his grandparent's former bedroom. It still smelled of her, the lingering scent of sex and jasmine made him grin in recollection.
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The Study, The Potter Residence, The Burrow, Wizarding World...
Harry James Potter was rather flustered that he was yet to bring his brother in law's murderer to justice. Everything about the so called Serpent Brothers Of Destruction made little to no sense as far as he'd been concerned. Every time he believed he was getting to the bottom of whom they were or what they wanted there would be something that throws him off entirely. The only time he seemed to have been making actual progress was when Regulus Snape lent a hand.
Regulus Snape.
Ron was quite adamant that Regulus had something to do with what was happening and he made quite a few valid points as to the fact that the organization showed up when Regulus entered their lives. There was also the nagging sense that Regulus was infatuated with Hermione even before Ron's death, there was a good bit of jealousy between him and Ron and it served as quite the motive for whatever was going on.
Harry slammed his fists on his desk in annoyance. The attacks seeming to have stopped altogether didn't bode well for the future and it especially made the green eyed wizard quite curious as to why this even occurred. He believed the entire groups mission was to get vengeance for Severus Snape in some way.
Feeling confused he got to his feet and attempted to walk to clear his mind. Making a note of Hermione's change in personality. When Ron died, she hardly ever left the house or the children now she was going about her life as if he was never there. It angered the green eyed wizard to no end to see that she could possibly have moved on and it did little to make him feel assured about her future.
He had warned the charismatic socially inept wizard Regulus that Hermione wasn't someone to add to his collection of bed mates. Of course he had not expected a wizard so use to getting what he wanted to follow the rules. He hadn't even given Hermione time to grieve Ron's passing before he attempted to assert himself into her life.
Harry balled his fists.
There was no way he was going to allow a bloke like Regulus Snape to hurt Hermione, especially not in her fragile state due to Ron's death.
The more Harry thought on it, the more he had come to the conclusion that he didn't like the looks of the younger Snape not one bit as he recalled the instances of the Serpent Brothers' attacks. Each time Regulus Snape was there at the scene meeting one of his friends or family members.
Ron had spoken of being attacked at a pub and Regulus just so happened to be there to assist him, then he did the same for him, Ginny, and Hermione. The fact that the American based wizard just so happened to have shown up during attacks by the newly formed organization of terrorists dedicated to tormenting those who have in their eyes wronged Severus Snape of all people gave a strong indication that this had more to do with Regulus than Harry initially believed.
"It has to be him." said the green eyed wizard coming to a forgone conclusion. "Snape's his father, the group didn't show up until he arrived, Ron was his rival for Hermione's affections...he has the means, the motive and when I can prove it...the opportunity."
Harry thought of Ron Weasley and his blood began to boil in his veins.
"You were right about that bloke all along mate...I should have seen this coming...he's Snape's son...the group is out to avenge Snape it makes so much sense now...why he always seemed to show up whenever there was an altercation...why you never liked him..." he said softly to himself. "And I swear to you I'm going to make him pay for what he's done to you and to your family...bollocks...he's been after Hermione this whole time..."
Harry's green eyes drifted toward his wife and daughter as they moved about the house outside of his study. He recalled the cowardly attack on his wife and children and Regulus conveniently coming to their aid.
"That son of a bitch." growled Harry still balling his fists. "I swear it Ron, I'll make him pay."