Darkness
by Iejasu
Disclaimer: Don't own them! I don't owe anything...but I like to play with them.
I put them back later on :)
Summary: The continuation of a submission to Maenad's story challenge.
Rating: NC-17 I would say
Chapter Three - The Death of Hermione Granger
The Cat woke up in the same dark closet. She tried to lick her
lips but her tongue was too dry.
Groping around in the darkness of her cell she found a stale
loaf of bread and a pitcher with water.
After she had moistened her lips, she felt a little better.
Out of experience she realized that Snape had drugged her.
She faintly remembered a conversation, but everything was
blurry inside her head.
He had obviously questioned her but he had not used the old
veritaserum, he had used something else. sodium pentathol?
Could a wizard know of this drug?
Even she had heard of it only when she had watched television
during the holidays, before the war...
He knew why she was sent here, she was sure of it.
But what would he do to her?
Sitting in the darkness, with only her own heartbeat to accompany
her, the fear was almost suffocating. She lost any track of time,
drifting in and out of strange dreams and blurred visions of the
past or the future.
She was woken by distant screams. First they sounded animal, but then it
slowly transformed to more human intonations.
The Cat crawled into a corner, covering her ears with her hands, trying to
shut out the terrible noise. It did not help much. In her desperation and
fear she started to scream herself as if she could drown the other wails.
The howls made the air too thick to breathe, and they increased to wild
crescendo of desperation, fear and pain. Suddenly everything was silent again.
The lack of all noise was even more terrible. The silence of death.
The cat rested her face on her pulled up knees, crying in the darkness,
dreading what was to come.
*******
Snape had obtained a young hind from the forest. A beautiful animal that radiated
innocence almost like an unicorn. Even as a child he had a certain way with animals.
If he wished he could call them out of the forest.
He remembered faintly that he had met a unicorn once, when he was nothing more than
a five year old boy. The unicorn had towered over the small, shivering boy and had
cried. He sneered at the memory. Today any unicorn would run at the sight of him.
Innocence and Severus Snape were two complete opposites.
He looked at the hind's eyes. They were beautiful even when widened in fear by the
spellbinding. She had almost the same cinnamon eyes like the Granger girl.
Admiring its beauty, Snape stroked it's soft fur, speaking soothingly in soft tones.
Taking his wand out of his cloak, he drew in a sharp breath and started the
transfiguration.
The hind struggled, panic in her eyes, the screams of the terrified animal
changing while the transfiguration took place.
From the shriek of an animal to the horrified screams of a young woman.
A mindless copy of Hermione Granger stared at him, panting and struggling
against the spellbind without success.
But not even the best transfiguration would ever be able to make an animal into the
perfect copy of an individual human being.
From the distance the hind now looked like Hermione, but it would take some work
to hide the imperfections.
Snape's dark eyes filled with something that looked almost like sorrow.
He knew what he had to do. Even if it was only a copy, the image of what
needed to be done would stain his memory in yet another gruesome way, eating
away a little more of the humanity that was left to him.
Sometimes he wondered if he was still on the good side or if he had long ago
sacrificed his meagre consciousness to the tasks that he had been set up to do.
*****
The Quidditch pitch was one of the few unguarded places
in the old Hogwarts grounds.
Snape had painfully removed all wards and spells to allow the animals to
collect the corpses and clean up. Secretly he had wished to bury the children
but it would have undermined his postition.
His clean black shoes wandered though the terrifying debris scattered
everywhere.
Nothing but dry bones and ashes housed the place that was formerly filled
with cheers and laughter.
Snape carried the naked, mutilated body of Hermione Granger in his arms.
Her face was almost beaten to a pulp, he had raped her and cut her open
like an animal. He himself was covered with her blood, his hair sticking even
more than usual. The smell of blood surrounded him like a cloak.
Nearby, a lone figure was waiting.
Snape knew he was under close surveillance.
He was used to it. They could not see inside the dungeons and some of
the remaining structures but they covered the grounds surrounding the ruin.
Lucius Malfoy was already waiting for him, alerted by the screams,
something like disappointment on his face.
"My, my...Severus. I never knew you had it in you." He shook his head and even the
cruel Malfoy turned a little green at this disgusting sight. "I had hoped she would last
longer in your care, Severus."
Snape lifted his eyes and glanced at his old school colleague.
"You tried to spy on my, Lucius. I don't appreciate that."
His voice was clipped and full of cold anger.
Lucius smiled ruefully. "I am sorry, my friend. Anyway, good that you are
on our side. Potter would not appreciate what you've done to his little
girl friend." He laughed lightly.
"I don't give a damn about Potter and you know that," sneered Snape as he laid down
his burden and set fire to the mutilated corpse.
*******
He left the pitch without turning back. Lucius was now successfully convinced of his vile
nature. He was sure that he had made some sort of picture of the event. Something to use
against Snape if necessary but that was not yet important. He could still present Potter
with a living proof of his 'innocence' if the need should occur.
Sending her to Potter was not an option. She was a too great risk to the resistance.
But now he could control her, the ones that had set her up, believed her dead.
Hermione Granger was dead. Her bones were united with those of her school colleagues.
The girl in the storeroom had no name and no past.
She would be his creature, his creation. A thin smile that never reached his eyes
tugged at the corners of his mouth.
The girl belonged to him now. He had paid a high price for her life. She owed him.
TBC...
by Iejasu
Disclaimer: Don't own them! I don't owe anything...but I like to play with them.
I put them back later on :)
Summary: The continuation of a submission to Maenad's story challenge.
Rating: NC-17 I would say
Chapter Three - The Death of Hermione Granger
The Cat woke up in the same dark closet. She tried to lick her
lips but her tongue was too dry.
Groping around in the darkness of her cell she found a stale
loaf of bread and a pitcher with water.
After she had moistened her lips, she felt a little better.
Out of experience she realized that Snape had drugged her.
She faintly remembered a conversation, but everything was
blurry inside her head.
He had obviously questioned her but he had not used the old
veritaserum, he had used something else. sodium pentathol?
Could a wizard know of this drug?
Even she had heard of it only when she had watched television
during the holidays, before the war...
He knew why she was sent here, she was sure of it.
But what would he do to her?
Sitting in the darkness, with only her own heartbeat to accompany
her, the fear was almost suffocating. She lost any track of time,
drifting in and out of strange dreams and blurred visions of the
past or the future.
She was woken by distant screams. First they sounded animal, but then it
slowly transformed to more human intonations.
The Cat crawled into a corner, covering her ears with her hands, trying to
shut out the terrible noise. It did not help much. In her desperation and
fear she started to scream herself as if she could drown the other wails.
The howls made the air too thick to breathe, and they increased to wild
crescendo of desperation, fear and pain. Suddenly everything was silent again.
The lack of all noise was even more terrible. The silence of death.
The cat rested her face on her pulled up knees, crying in the darkness,
dreading what was to come.
*******
Snape had obtained a young hind from the forest. A beautiful animal that radiated
innocence almost like an unicorn. Even as a child he had a certain way with animals.
If he wished he could call them out of the forest.
He remembered faintly that he had met a unicorn once, when he was nothing more than
a five year old boy. The unicorn had towered over the small, shivering boy and had
cried. He sneered at the memory. Today any unicorn would run at the sight of him.
Innocence and Severus Snape were two complete opposites.
He looked at the hind's eyes. They were beautiful even when widened in fear by the
spellbinding. She had almost the same cinnamon eyes like the Granger girl.
Admiring its beauty, Snape stroked it's soft fur, speaking soothingly in soft tones.
Taking his wand out of his cloak, he drew in a sharp breath and started the
transfiguration.
The hind struggled, panic in her eyes, the screams of the terrified animal
changing while the transfiguration took place.
From the shriek of an animal to the horrified screams of a young woman.
A mindless copy of Hermione Granger stared at him, panting and struggling
against the spellbind without success.
But not even the best transfiguration would ever be able to make an animal into the
perfect copy of an individual human being.
From the distance the hind now looked like Hermione, but it would take some work
to hide the imperfections.
Snape's dark eyes filled with something that looked almost like sorrow.
He knew what he had to do. Even if it was only a copy, the image of what
needed to be done would stain his memory in yet another gruesome way, eating
away a little more of the humanity that was left to him.
Sometimes he wondered if he was still on the good side or if he had long ago
sacrificed his meagre consciousness to the tasks that he had been set up to do.
*****
The Quidditch pitch was one of the few unguarded places
in the old Hogwarts grounds.
Snape had painfully removed all wards and spells to allow the animals to
collect the corpses and clean up. Secretly he had wished to bury the children
but it would have undermined his postition.
His clean black shoes wandered though the terrifying debris scattered
everywhere.
Nothing but dry bones and ashes housed the place that was formerly filled
with cheers and laughter.
Snape carried the naked, mutilated body of Hermione Granger in his arms.
Her face was almost beaten to a pulp, he had raped her and cut her open
like an animal. He himself was covered with her blood, his hair sticking even
more than usual. The smell of blood surrounded him like a cloak.
Nearby, a lone figure was waiting.
Snape knew he was under close surveillance.
He was used to it. They could not see inside the dungeons and some of
the remaining structures but they covered the grounds surrounding the ruin.
Lucius Malfoy was already waiting for him, alerted by the screams,
something like disappointment on his face.
"My, my...Severus. I never knew you had it in you." He shook his head and even the
cruel Malfoy turned a little green at this disgusting sight. "I had hoped she would last
longer in your care, Severus."
Snape lifted his eyes and glanced at his old school colleague.
"You tried to spy on my, Lucius. I don't appreciate that."
His voice was clipped and full of cold anger.
Lucius smiled ruefully. "I am sorry, my friend. Anyway, good that you are
on our side. Potter would not appreciate what you've done to his little
girl friend." He laughed lightly.
"I don't give a damn about Potter and you know that," sneered Snape as he laid down
his burden and set fire to the mutilated corpse.
*******
He left the pitch without turning back. Lucius was now successfully convinced of his vile
nature. He was sure that he had made some sort of picture of the event. Something to use
against Snape if necessary but that was not yet important. He could still present Potter
with a living proof of his 'innocence' if the need should occur.
Sending her to Potter was not an option. She was a too great risk to the resistance.
But now he could control her, the ones that had set her up, believed her dead.
Hermione Granger was dead. Her bones were united with those of her school colleagues.
The girl in the storeroom had no name and no past.
She would be his creature, his creation. A thin smile that never reached his eyes
tugged at the corners of his mouth.
The girl belonged to him now. He had paid a high price for her life. She owed him.
TBC...