(A/N: Ok. A thousand apologies for my first failed attempts to post this
story…but had computer difficulties…I swear sometimes I think that my
computer has a death wish…anyway, hope ya enjoy, read and review children!)
Chapter One: The News
Hermione Granger turned over in her bed, trying to ignore the sounds of an owl attempting to wake her. She failed. "Oh, bloody hell," she muttered as she rose from her bed and walked to the window. It was Ginny Weasley's owl Scarlett. Curiously, Hermione let the owl in, taking the offered parchment. She read:
Hermione,
Something terrible has happened. I don't know what to do. Ron and Harry have been killed, by none other than Lucius Malfoy. Please come now, I can't be alone. I'm so afraid.
Gin
Hermione gasped. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, breathing heavily, hardly able to believe it. She threw on some clothes, and disaparated to Ginny's apartment.
**
"Ginny?" asked Hermione tentatively when she appeared in Ginny's living room.
"Oh Hermione!" exclaimed Ginny, breaking down in tears again. Hermione crossed the room quickly, and put her arms around the younger woman. Ginny cried all that night, but Hermione could not.
**
Harry and Ron had been drinking heavily. They had met up with Draco, for the three had become rather good friends since graduation five years ago. Lucius, who did not approve of the friendship, nor of his son's on- again, off-again relationship with Harry, followed Draco into the pub. When Harry and Draco kissed, Lucius lost it. He whipped out his wand, and performed the Avada Kedavra curse. Draco, Ron, and Harry were killed. Ginny had been informed by the owner of the pub, and she could not bear sitting alone with the information until her brothers were able to come, wrote to Hermione.
**
The funerals were held on the same day, as a joint ceremony. Dumbledore, still headmaster at Hogwarts, presided, and it was packed with people from their past and present. All of their Hogwarts teachers attended, including Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, and Remus Lupin. All expressed their condolences to Hermione, Ginny, and her brothers. Hermione was rather surprised to see Snape there, considering he had hated Harry during their school days; she supposed he felt obligated to attend. But still, it was one of those rare occasions when she could see real, raw emotion in those bottomless black eyes.
**
Hermione staggered out of the pub at 2:30 in the morning. She had been dealing with the loss of her best friends the only way she knew how: by repressing the sadness with alcohol. She was so drunk she could hardly walk straight. She managed to make it about a block away from her apartment, when she collapsed on the sidewalk. Hermione Granger was unconscious.
From across the street, sitting on a park bench admiring the stars, a man watched this scene with interest. He got up from the bench and stood for a moment, looking at Hermione on the ground from a distance. He made his decision and walked over to her. He checked to make sure she was breathing, and finally got his first good look at her face.
"Hermione Granger!" he exclaimed out loud. So it was. Severus Snape bent and picked up the unconscious woman in his arms, looked around to see that nobody was watching, and disapparated to his small house in Hogsmeade.
('kay, didja like it? If you guys did, I'll post again soon.)
Chapter One: The News
Hermione Granger turned over in her bed, trying to ignore the sounds of an owl attempting to wake her. She failed. "Oh, bloody hell," she muttered as she rose from her bed and walked to the window. It was Ginny Weasley's owl Scarlett. Curiously, Hermione let the owl in, taking the offered parchment. She read:
Hermione,
Something terrible has happened. I don't know what to do. Ron and Harry have been killed, by none other than Lucius Malfoy. Please come now, I can't be alone. I'm so afraid.
Gin
Hermione gasped. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, breathing heavily, hardly able to believe it. She threw on some clothes, and disaparated to Ginny's apartment.
**
"Ginny?" asked Hermione tentatively when she appeared in Ginny's living room.
"Oh Hermione!" exclaimed Ginny, breaking down in tears again. Hermione crossed the room quickly, and put her arms around the younger woman. Ginny cried all that night, but Hermione could not.
**
Harry and Ron had been drinking heavily. They had met up with Draco, for the three had become rather good friends since graduation five years ago. Lucius, who did not approve of the friendship, nor of his son's on- again, off-again relationship with Harry, followed Draco into the pub. When Harry and Draco kissed, Lucius lost it. He whipped out his wand, and performed the Avada Kedavra curse. Draco, Ron, and Harry were killed. Ginny had been informed by the owner of the pub, and she could not bear sitting alone with the information until her brothers were able to come, wrote to Hermione.
**
The funerals were held on the same day, as a joint ceremony. Dumbledore, still headmaster at Hogwarts, presided, and it was packed with people from their past and present. All of their Hogwarts teachers attended, including Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, and Remus Lupin. All expressed their condolences to Hermione, Ginny, and her brothers. Hermione was rather surprised to see Snape there, considering he had hated Harry during their school days; she supposed he felt obligated to attend. But still, it was one of those rare occasions when she could see real, raw emotion in those bottomless black eyes.
**
Hermione staggered out of the pub at 2:30 in the morning. She had been dealing with the loss of her best friends the only way she knew how: by repressing the sadness with alcohol. She was so drunk she could hardly walk straight. She managed to make it about a block away from her apartment, when she collapsed on the sidewalk. Hermione Granger was unconscious.
From across the street, sitting on a park bench admiring the stars, a man watched this scene with interest. He got up from the bench and stood for a moment, looking at Hermione on the ground from a distance. He made his decision and walked over to her. He checked to make sure she was breathing, and finally got his first good look at her face.
"Hermione Granger!" he exclaimed out loud. So it was. Severus Snape bent and picked up the unconscious woman in his arms, looked around to see that nobody was watching, and disapparated to his small house in Hogsmeade.
('kay, didja like it? If you guys did, I'll post again soon.)