Hermione stood with Arthur Weasely, Albus, and several others.
"I'm telling you it's here," She said pointing at the map, "That's where voldemort is,"
"How can you be so sure?" An Auror asked asked, "It's just the ruins of a medieval castle."
"Half of the castle is still there, It's built into the side of a mountain, there's a clearing big enough to hold a few hundred, thick forest surrounding it and finally you haven't checked there yet."
Harry was impressed. He had convinced his Godfather and Dumbledore to let him go if they found where Voldemort was hiding.
"We'll investigate it soon," An Auror said.
"You'll investigate it now." Hermione gave them a look that would have petrified a basilisk. "We've already lost one professor here and Gods know how many muggles,"
Arthur Weasely had to agree with the girl, "She is right, we should see to this as soon as possible,"
Dumbledore frowned, "Graduation is tomorrow,"
"I am well aware of that, the night after is the new moon perfect time,"
Hermione watched the men, all of her hard work was paying off. The only downside was she would be at the ministry directly after graduation to take the auror entrance exam. Without Severus she had nothing else to really go for. She couldn't face the dungeons as a potions mistress yet.
*****
Hermione sat in her dorm, she had become slightly more cheerful as the term drew to a close. She sat amidst her books and trinkets she had acquired over the year. She would shrink them all and put them in the one trunk she had limited herself to that year.
She had gotten a letter from Victor the day before. Saying he missed her and wished she would write him. It wasn't that short but she couldn't bare to write him.
She heard the door opening, "Hey Mione," Ginny plopped herself on the bed next to her, "I'm going to miss you,"
"You sound like I am never going to see you again, I do have all summer."
"Not if Voldemort wins. Not if you get accepted into the Auror program. Not If..."
Hermione cut her off, "I get the idea," She smiled at her friend. "I'm sorry that I have been acting so odd lately,"
"That's okay, I figured it was from the repetitive letters you keep getting from Victor,"
Hermione smiled, "That's part of the reason." She still couldn't tell her friend about her crush on Snape.
Ginny threw her arms around Hermione's neck, "I'm going to miss you next year,"
"I'm not gone yet," she said tears in her eyes.
*****
Severus lay in his cell. They had let him be for almost three days. He figured that today would be graduation. He was still alive after two months and a handful of days.
His bruises had a sickly yellow cast and his body didn't hurt as much as it had. They had fed him and gave him water and his strength was gradually returning.
He had been moved to a cell in a dungeon laboratory. His wand sat on a workbench a dozen feet from him. He could do some wandless magic, mostly levitation. But he as still to weak to bring his own wand to himself. It had been placed there to taunt him, and it maddened him.
Severus still had dreams of Miss Granger. She, in his arms,
comforted him. He knew it was wrong to think such things. But, here in the dungeons of Voldemort's keep, he allowed himself the small luxury of envisioning her face and her body.
He knew that Voldemort and the deatheaters had planned on attacking no only the Ministry but Hogwarts as well. They were to attack the the day after the new moon.
Facing your demons is harder than it seems isn't it Severus? His thoughts told him, his mind had become an enemy to him. Severus, you know you'll never get out of here alive. Admit it, you're trapped and no one can save you. No one even knows you're still alive...
He wrapped his arms around his head and curled into a fetal position. He sobbed silently, refusing to let tears fall. He was a Snape, he wouldn't cry. What would his family say to that? He thought, they would tell him to do something.
I have failed, he told himself silently, Nothing can redeem me.
There is one thing, a voice inside his tortured mind started, death can redeem you. Yes, death, not in your cell though, escape and take out as many as you can before they kill you. Then maybe you can redeem yourself.
He swallowed hard and sat up again. He wasn't afraid of dying, it was how he died that frightened him.
He looked at the work bench and at his own wand. It was ebony and nearly thirteen inches long, it had a Northern Water Dragon heartstring in it. He took several deep breaths before focusing on the wand.
After several minutes he managed to move it three inches. Great, he thought grimly, at this rate he would have it in a week. he dropped his head to his chest and breathed deeply again.
He had the feeling that he would be left alone until after Voldemort's victory, if there was one. He couldn't think of the things that had been done to him, not that.
He couldn't let that happen, he couldn't let Voldemort win. He looked up again and pushed his hair out of his eyes. He focused again on his wand, putting all of his strength into his concentration. The wand shot off the bench and into the cell, nearly impaling him.
He picked it up and smiled. Now, he thought, I will wait and then I will strike. Then I'll die...
TBC
A/N: Sorry for the wait on this chapter. I, normally, am at least three chapter ahead of my readers on either this or my other story I, Snape. I am taking a break from this story for a few days so I can write. I know where this story is going to go, I just need to writer it out. You won't be disappointed I promise.
"I'm telling you it's here," She said pointing at the map, "That's where voldemort is,"
"How can you be so sure?" An Auror asked asked, "It's just the ruins of a medieval castle."
"Half of the castle is still there, It's built into the side of a mountain, there's a clearing big enough to hold a few hundred, thick forest surrounding it and finally you haven't checked there yet."
Harry was impressed. He had convinced his Godfather and Dumbledore to let him go if they found where Voldemort was hiding.
"We'll investigate it soon," An Auror said.
"You'll investigate it now." Hermione gave them a look that would have petrified a basilisk. "We've already lost one professor here and Gods know how many muggles,"
Arthur Weasely had to agree with the girl, "She is right, we should see to this as soon as possible,"
Dumbledore frowned, "Graduation is tomorrow,"
"I am well aware of that, the night after is the new moon perfect time,"
Hermione watched the men, all of her hard work was paying off. The only downside was she would be at the ministry directly after graduation to take the auror entrance exam. Without Severus she had nothing else to really go for. She couldn't face the dungeons as a potions mistress yet.
*****
Hermione sat in her dorm, she had become slightly more cheerful as the term drew to a close. She sat amidst her books and trinkets she had acquired over the year. She would shrink them all and put them in the one trunk she had limited herself to that year.
She had gotten a letter from Victor the day before. Saying he missed her and wished she would write him. It wasn't that short but she couldn't bare to write him.
She heard the door opening, "Hey Mione," Ginny plopped herself on the bed next to her, "I'm going to miss you,"
"You sound like I am never going to see you again, I do have all summer."
"Not if Voldemort wins. Not if you get accepted into the Auror program. Not If..."
Hermione cut her off, "I get the idea," She smiled at her friend. "I'm sorry that I have been acting so odd lately,"
"That's okay, I figured it was from the repetitive letters you keep getting from Victor,"
Hermione smiled, "That's part of the reason." She still couldn't tell her friend about her crush on Snape.
Ginny threw her arms around Hermione's neck, "I'm going to miss you next year,"
"I'm not gone yet," she said tears in her eyes.
*****
Severus lay in his cell. They had let him be for almost three days. He figured that today would be graduation. He was still alive after two months and a handful of days.
His bruises had a sickly yellow cast and his body didn't hurt as much as it had. They had fed him and gave him water and his strength was gradually returning.
He had been moved to a cell in a dungeon laboratory. His wand sat on a workbench a dozen feet from him. He could do some wandless magic, mostly levitation. But he as still to weak to bring his own wand to himself. It had been placed there to taunt him, and it maddened him.
Severus still had dreams of Miss Granger. She, in his arms,
comforted him. He knew it was wrong to think such things. But, here in the dungeons of Voldemort's keep, he allowed himself the small luxury of envisioning her face and her body.
He knew that Voldemort and the deatheaters had planned on attacking no only the Ministry but Hogwarts as well. They were to attack the the day after the new moon.
Facing your demons is harder than it seems isn't it Severus? His thoughts told him, his mind had become an enemy to him. Severus, you know you'll never get out of here alive. Admit it, you're trapped and no one can save you. No one even knows you're still alive...
He wrapped his arms around his head and curled into a fetal position. He sobbed silently, refusing to let tears fall. He was a Snape, he wouldn't cry. What would his family say to that? He thought, they would tell him to do something.
I have failed, he told himself silently, Nothing can redeem me.
There is one thing, a voice inside his tortured mind started, death can redeem you. Yes, death, not in your cell though, escape and take out as many as you can before they kill you. Then maybe you can redeem yourself.
He swallowed hard and sat up again. He wasn't afraid of dying, it was how he died that frightened him.
He looked at the work bench and at his own wand. It was ebony and nearly thirteen inches long, it had a Northern Water Dragon heartstring in it. He took several deep breaths before focusing on the wand.
After several minutes he managed to move it three inches. Great, he thought grimly, at this rate he would have it in a week. he dropped his head to his chest and breathed deeply again.
He had the feeling that he would be left alone until after Voldemort's victory, if there was one. He couldn't think of the things that had been done to him, not that.
He couldn't let that happen, he couldn't let Voldemort win. He looked up again and pushed his hair out of his eyes. He focused again on his wand, putting all of his strength into his concentration. The wand shot off the bench and into the cell, nearly impaling him.
He picked it up and smiled. Now, he thought, I will wait and then I will strike. Then I'll die...
TBC
A/N: Sorry for the wait on this chapter. I, normally, am at least three chapter ahead of my readers on either this or my other story I, Snape. I am taking a break from this story for a few days so I can write. I know where this story is going to go, I just need to writer it out. You won't be disappointed I promise.