Severus paced back and forth in his room. What had Hermione done to him
exactly? The mark on his chest was burning a bright blue now, and there
was no spell that would alleviate its glow. The constant warm pulsing had
also continued, like the beating of Hermione's own heart. God, how he
wanted her with him! Safe, and protected, and nowhere near Voldemort. Why
did she have to be so proud?! He could have helped her. Given his life if
it would bring her the slightest joy. Severus sat heavily on his bed.
Absently he rubbed his temples trying to keep his emotions in check.
"I have to see Dumbledore." Severus said quietly. There was a soft click of the door. Severus looked up to see Dumbledore approaching him. "Do I need to tell you?" Severus asked feeling more tired then he had in years.
"No Severus." Dumbledore said, a very grave expression on his normally cheerful face. "I already know of Ms. Granger leaving Hogwarts. With the amount of magic she used it could not go unnoticed." Dumbledore ordered a chair next to Severus and sat down.
"I shouldn't have let her go." He said putting his head in his hands once more. Severus normally didn't show his emotions so openly, but Hermione seemed to bring them out. "I should have bond her here."
"She wouldn't have let." Dumbledore said placing a hand on Severus shoulder, and smiling sadly. Dumbledore looked down at Severus' chest that was glowing a little duller now. "What is that?" Dumbledore asked slightly amused. Severus looked down .
"Hermione's hand print." He said smiling grimly. "We sort of switched marks to one another."
"Ahhh, yes. I thought you might perform the Trinity spell." Dumbledore squeezed his shoulder gently. "Don't fret Severus. She will come back to you." Dumbledore got up and walked to the door. As he opened it Dumbledore turned back to him. " She has chosen you for life, as is the Elven custom." Then he left without a sound.
*****
Tears streaked down Hermione's face as she held the magic around her so Voldemort could get no closer. When he had touched the tattoo Severus had given her a black burst of energy had thrown him across the room. After the contact between Voldemort and herself had been broken a wall of black fire had constructed itself around her, keeping Voldemort from getting anywhere near her. Unfortunately the magic was pulling its strength from her, and causing her much pain.
Voldemort stalked outside of the wall just waiting for her to weaken enough so that he could walk through it. True, he should have been more careful, but he hadn't expected her body to adjust to the spell so quickly. It normally took three days for it to be affected, and Voldemort was sure she hasn't had it more than a few hours. He smiled as she bit back the pain, tears falling down her face. Only a few moment longer and it would fall.
Hermione gritted her teeth. She would not let it fall. She had to keep it up. Even though Voldemort would never be able to touch her, not in the way he wished at least. That didn't prevent him from cursing her, or...she shuddered, kiss her. Only when she truly felt threatened did this spell come to life. Hermione looked up to see Voldemort smiling at her. The wall was beginning to fade. The flames were shrinking before her eyes, and then was gone.
"No!" Hermione shrieked before she could stop herself.
She swore beneath her breath. She had just shone Voldemort that she still feared him. Hermione tried to move back as Voldemort advanced on her, but her muscles screamed in protest. Voldemort was next to her within seconds. In a vain attempt Hermione moved to smack him. He caught both her wrists with ease and pinned them above her head. Hermione struggled against him with all the strength she had left, but finally Hermione laid still. Voldemort grinned down at her.
"That's a good girl." He hissed next her ear. One of his hands slid down her side. Hermione felt a sudden wave of panic. A strange fire burned within her and Voldemort pulled back his hand in surprise. He looked her in the eye. Determination was burning fiercely in his red glowing eyes. "You will stop fighting. Sooner or later, and I have the patience to wait."
*****
Severus chest burned once more, as intensely as it had when he wanted to go get Hermione. He put his hand over the mark Hermione had left. He was starting to understand what Dumbledore had meant. The heat began to recede and he poured over the book he had just pulled from the bookshelf. Severus opened it and thumbed through the pages until he found what he was looking for.
The elven race is rather peculiar when it comes to choosing mates. When concerning the males of the species they will find their wanted mate and court her. Normally ending in a ritual where the two will combine magic becoming one. This is known as the Ritual of Joining. The females however are not allowed to choose their destined to be. The parents of the girl would find a suitable suitor and have him begin the Ritual of Joining. There have been such cases known of Elven women finding their mates without the aid of their parents. When they have fond him they undergo a certain ritual of their own. This however has not been recorded by anyone in over two hundred years, though it is believed the females perform much the same ritual as the males. Those that have been chosen are left with the hand print of the female. This links her to the chosen mate, and will glow to the color of the woman's magic. It beats with her heart to let the lover know she is alive and well, and will become warm when she is in need of him. The warmth grows with her need and has been known to relay her thoughts when in dire need. This will forever bind her to him, and is the sign of her utmost love that is unbreakable, by any force.
Severus slammed the book shut. She has to be alright, he told himself fiercely. At least he had the comforting thought that Hermione would always love him in the same way he loved her. Please come back to me Hermione. Because if you don't I'm coming for you.
*****
Voldemort claimed Hermione's mouth in a bruising kiss. His hand once again sliding down her side, but now she was too tried to fight him. Her body ached from the amount of magic she had already used, and without a wand to focus it. Hermione whimpered against his mouth as he clamped his hand on her thigh. He squeezed until Hermione cried out. Voldemort pulled away and laughed at her before reclaiming her mouth in another kiss. Hermione could do nothing but cry silently.
A/N This took a bit longer than I meant to, but at least I got it up right? Oh, and to the reviewer Han, I would to know exactly what you thought that little spell in the previous chapter was going to do? Your comment about getting your mind out of the gutter intrigued me. Anyways, next chapter will be up soon.
"I have to see Dumbledore." Severus said quietly. There was a soft click of the door. Severus looked up to see Dumbledore approaching him. "Do I need to tell you?" Severus asked feeling more tired then he had in years.
"No Severus." Dumbledore said, a very grave expression on his normally cheerful face. "I already know of Ms. Granger leaving Hogwarts. With the amount of magic she used it could not go unnoticed." Dumbledore ordered a chair next to Severus and sat down.
"I shouldn't have let her go." He said putting his head in his hands once more. Severus normally didn't show his emotions so openly, but Hermione seemed to bring them out. "I should have bond her here."
"She wouldn't have let." Dumbledore said placing a hand on Severus shoulder, and smiling sadly. Dumbledore looked down at Severus' chest that was glowing a little duller now. "What is that?" Dumbledore asked slightly amused. Severus looked down .
"Hermione's hand print." He said smiling grimly. "We sort of switched marks to one another."
"Ahhh, yes. I thought you might perform the Trinity spell." Dumbledore squeezed his shoulder gently. "Don't fret Severus. She will come back to you." Dumbledore got up and walked to the door. As he opened it Dumbledore turned back to him. " She has chosen you for life, as is the Elven custom." Then he left without a sound.
*****
Tears streaked down Hermione's face as she held the magic around her so Voldemort could get no closer. When he had touched the tattoo Severus had given her a black burst of energy had thrown him across the room. After the contact between Voldemort and herself had been broken a wall of black fire had constructed itself around her, keeping Voldemort from getting anywhere near her. Unfortunately the magic was pulling its strength from her, and causing her much pain.
Voldemort stalked outside of the wall just waiting for her to weaken enough so that he could walk through it. True, he should have been more careful, but he hadn't expected her body to adjust to the spell so quickly. It normally took three days for it to be affected, and Voldemort was sure she hasn't had it more than a few hours. He smiled as she bit back the pain, tears falling down her face. Only a few moment longer and it would fall.
Hermione gritted her teeth. She would not let it fall. She had to keep it up. Even though Voldemort would never be able to touch her, not in the way he wished at least. That didn't prevent him from cursing her, or...she shuddered, kiss her. Only when she truly felt threatened did this spell come to life. Hermione looked up to see Voldemort smiling at her. The wall was beginning to fade. The flames were shrinking before her eyes, and then was gone.
"No!" Hermione shrieked before she could stop herself.
She swore beneath her breath. She had just shone Voldemort that she still feared him. Hermione tried to move back as Voldemort advanced on her, but her muscles screamed in protest. Voldemort was next to her within seconds. In a vain attempt Hermione moved to smack him. He caught both her wrists with ease and pinned them above her head. Hermione struggled against him with all the strength she had left, but finally Hermione laid still. Voldemort grinned down at her.
"That's a good girl." He hissed next her ear. One of his hands slid down her side. Hermione felt a sudden wave of panic. A strange fire burned within her and Voldemort pulled back his hand in surprise. He looked her in the eye. Determination was burning fiercely in his red glowing eyes. "You will stop fighting. Sooner or later, and I have the patience to wait."
*****
Severus chest burned once more, as intensely as it had when he wanted to go get Hermione. He put his hand over the mark Hermione had left. He was starting to understand what Dumbledore had meant. The heat began to recede and he poured over the book he had just pulled from the bookshelf. Severus opened it and thumbed through the pages until he found what he was looking for.
The elven race is rather peculiar when it comes to choosing mates. When concerning the males of the species they will find their wanted mate and court her. Normally ending in a ritual where the two will combine magic becoming one. This is known as the Ritual of Joining. The females however are not allowed to choose their destined to be. The parents of the girl would find a suitable suitor and have him begin the Ritual of Joining. There have been such cases known of Elven women finding their mates without the aid of their parents. When they have fond him they undergo a certain ritual of their own. This however has not been recorded by anyone in over two hundred years, though it is believed the females perform much the same ritual as the males. Those that have been chosen are left with the hand print of the female. This links her to the chosen mate, and will glow to the color of the woman's magic. It beats with her heart to let the lover know she is alive and well, and will become warm when she is in need of him. The warmth grows with her need and has been known to relay her thoughts when in dire need. This will forever bind her to him, and is the sign of her utmost love that is unbreakable, by any force.
Severus slammed the book shut. She has to be alright, he told himself fiercely. At least he had the comforting thought that Hermione would always love him in the same way he loved her. Please come back to me Hermione. Because if you don't I'm coming for you.
*****
Voldemort claimed Hermione's mouth in a bruising kiss. His hand once again sliding down her side, but now she was too tried to fight him. Her body ached from the amount of magic she had already used, and without a wand to focus it. Hermione whimpered against his mouth as he clamped his hand on her thigh. He squeezed until Hermione cried out. Voldemort pulled away and laughed at her before reclaiming her mouth in another kiss. Hermione could do nothing but cry silently.
A/N This took a bit longer than I meant to, but at least I got it up right? Oh, and to the reviewer Han, I would to know exactly what you thought that little spell in the previous chapter was going to do? Your comment about getting your mind out of the gutter intrigued me. Anyways, next chapter will be up soon.