*A/n: last chapter, finally... this story took me long enough. I hope its
not all too melodramatic, though I already know it is. Please leave me a
review if you do read :) Next off my list Ill probably be re editing my
first story because of all the grammar errors, then this summer I might
write something completely different, maybe a comedy or something *shrugs*
Theophania: You question wont be answered, but it is discussed in the 2nd to last paragraph... and thanks for being my 'loyal' reader, its much appreciated ^_^*
9. While You're Alive
He dropped the knife, it falling out of Hermione's flesh without the support and falling to the floor. A red glint of blood in the light. Severus didn't know what just happened, he never hurt Hermione. It must have been that thing , it must be real for its bone were now shed of flesh and degraded, the skull seemed to look at him, in a perpetual grin. But all the evidence pointed the in the other direction, he had killed her.
Severus stood up and ran.
He ran out of that door, immediately knowing going back was not an option, the line in the sand had been erased. Her ran down the spiraling staircase amazed at the fact he did not trip over his own feet and he kept his mind set on the one thing he knew was there, it had to be there...
It was. The door at the bottom of the steps. Rusted and molded to its doorway, the stone door was there, and he knew the hundreds of other doors he had passed on the way down were not for him. He reached out and pushed it open, the hinges giving way. He cold breezes of fresh air hit him with force and he sputtered in the harsh morning light, accepting the chill to enter his bones. Severus stepped through to the other side, surveying the concrete roof top that was surrounding him, the 40 stories down where was the ground. Then the feminine figure standing at the door he had just stepped through.
...
Hermione had opened her eyes to the blur of pain, stretching from her back sharp and piercing, to the blunt ache in her legs and arms from apparently falling to the ground. She saw a dark figure exit out of the room and it took but a few seconds for whom it was to sink in. She was alone and afraid. She didn't know what ad happened, her mind black, but she knew she felt safe with him.
Getting up she stepped on the skull of skeleton laying beside her, and not even noticing she crushed it into a fine dust, she followed him wearily down those stairs, her body protesting every step of the way, her heart pounding in her chest so hard she could barley breath. But then the warm light pour onto he sweating body and she was sure she had reached the end, only she could yet again see that dark cloaked figure.
Hermione watched him, he appeared to be lost, but so was she. She took a step out on the rooftop to join him, and he saw her, his dark eyes latching onto hers and she gasped, the memories hitting her in waves. She knew where she was. She knew who he was. She knew what she had to do.
Hermione walked out and over to him, gratefully falling into his arms when she finally reached that far. The warmth of his robes encompassing her, and protecting her from the cold frigid wind, which had only made her sweat grow cold, and made the air harder to breath in her lungs, though it made her very light headed when she did get some.
Severus looked down at her head, her hair blowing haphazardly in the wind. The sticky blood on her robes soaking through to his, the dark spot growing larger. How did she live? It must have been the knife didn't go that deep, or into anything important. And now she was standing in his arms slowly but surly bleeding to death.
But he was dying slowly too, perhaps slower then her, but surly enough. And he knew a part of him had already died. And he knew this was it, the best it was going to get for a long time, with a beautiful women bleeding to death in his arms, and she looked up at him, the pure amber in her eyes assaulting his senses.
It was then that they both knew what they had to do. Severus bent down to kiss her lips them off and pale beneath his, and the look of her amber eyes reaching him, giving a knowing nod, without moving. Together they jumped off the edge.
Hermione felt her stomach summersault as she kissed him back the winds of falling and the breeze blowing through her hair so that she could imagine she was flying, and she could see the smile in his black eyes, knowing there was one in hers.
The 4 seconds before you hit, the happiest million moments in your life. The freedom before you hit the air offering no resistance as they fell spinning and hand brushing the hair out of her eyes. She felt warm and free of all the pain that she felt but less then a minute ago. But to imagine the feeling of peace and contentment of that second.
...
Mr. Ronald Weasley had died two days after Mrs. Hermione Weasley left, being piss drunk and driving in the car with hi muggle mistress, who was pregnant with his child. Mr. Weasley as a result of his afore mentioned condition and his lack of knowledge on how to properly handle the muggle vehicle ran into a busy intersection, killing both himself and his girlfriend who was containing the thing he had wanted for a long while now.
Mr. Albus Dumbledore was pronounced dead the day after lord Voldemort had been defeated, though had been though to be in deaths grip since early the day before. His, body never contained his own soul again. He would have been truly and utterly flabbergasted at the turmoil done to it. And would sadly shake his head at why this was done, feeling a sadness for knowing these type of things are beyond his powers.
The demon who had inhabited Mr. Albus Dumbledore's body is gone. Was he even real in the place though? He is only as real as any demon. But are there any demons but in the souls of those who believe? It is no matter though because he is gone from here now.
Mr. Severus Snape and Mrs. Hermione Weasley fell to their death, on the last day of their lives. The ground hit them with vengeance, though a soft crack filled with grass tried its damnedest to soften the fall. Upon their death, the black curtain that they had initially fled was never there. The place where they lay does not exist anymore if it ever did.
Theophania: You question wont be answered, but it is discussed in the 2nd to last paragraph... and thanks for being my 'loyal' reader, its much appreciated ^_^*
9. While You're Alive
He dropped the knife, it falling out of Hermione's flesh without the support and falling to the floor. A red glint of blood in the light. Severus didn't know what just happened, he never hurt Hermione. It must have been that thing , it must be real for its bone were now shed of flesh and degraded, the skull seemed to look at him, in a perpetual grin. But all the evidence pointed the in the other direction, he had killed her.
Severus stood up and ran.
He ran out of that door, immediately knowing going back was not an option, the line in the sand had been erased. Her ran down the spiraling staircase amazed at the fact he did not trip over his own feet and he kept his mind set on the one thing he knew was there, it had to be there...
It was. The door at the bottom of the steps. Rusted and molded to its doorway, the stone door was there, and he knew the hundreds of other doors he had passed on the way down were not for him. He reached out and pushed it open, the hinges giving way. He cold breezes of fresh air hit him with force and he sputtered in the harsh morning light, accepting the chill to enter his bones. Severus stepped through to the other side, surveying the concrete roof top that was surrounding him, the 40 stories down where was the ground. Then the feminine figure standing at the door he had just stepped through.
...
Hermione had opened her eyes to the blur of pain, stretching from her back sharp and piercing, to the blunt ache in her legs and arms from apparently falling to the ground. She saw a dark figure exit out of the room and it took but a few seconds for whom it was to sink in. She was alone and afraid. She didn't know what ad happened, her mind black, but she knew she felt safe with him.
Getting up she stepped on the skull of skeleton laying beside her, and not even noticing she crushed it into a fine dust, she followed him wearily down those stairs, her body protesting every step of the way, her heart pounding in her chest so hard she could barley breath. But then the warm light pour onto he sweating body and she was sure she had reached the end, only she could yet again see that dark cloaked figure.
Hermione watched him, he appeared to be lost, but so was she. She took a step out on the rooftop to join him, and he saw her, his dark eyes latching onto hers and she gasped, the memories hitting her in waves. She knew where she was. She knew who he was. She knew what she had to do.
Hermione walked out and over to him, gratefully falling into his arms when she finally reached that far. The warmth of his robes encompassing her, and protecting her from the cold frigid wind, which had only made her sweat grow cold, and made the air harder to breath in her lungs, though it made her very light headed when she did get some.
Severus looked down at her head, her hair blowing haphazardly in the wind. The sticky blood on her robes soaking through to his, the dark spot growing larger. How did she live? It must have been the knife didn't go that deep, or into anything important. And now she was standing in his arms slowly but surly bleeding to death.
But he was dying slowly too, perhaps slower then her, but surly enough. And he knew a part of him had already died. And he knew this was it, the best it was going to get for a long time, with a beautiful women bleeding to death in his arms, and she looked up at him, the pure amber in her eyes assaulting his senses.
It was then that they both knew what they had to do. Severus bent down to kiss her lips them off and pale beneath his, and the look of her amber eyes reaching him, giving a knowing nod, without moving. Together they jumped off the edge.
Hermione felt her stomach summersault as she kissed him back the winds of falling and the breeze blowing through her hair so that she could imagine she was flying, and she could see the smile in his black eyes, knowing there was one in hers.
The 4 seconds before you hit, the happiest million moments in your life. The freedom before you hit the air offering no resistance as they fell spinning and hand brushing the hair out of her eyes. She felt warm and free of all the pain that she felt but less then a minute ago. But to imagine the feeling of peace and contentment of that second.
...
Mr. Ronald Weasley had died two days after Mrs. Hermione Weasley left, being piss drunk and driving in the car with hi muggle mistress, who was pregnant with his child. Mr. Weasley as a result of his afore mentioned condition and his lack of knowledge on how to properly handle the muggle vehicle ran into a busy intersection, killing both himself and his girlfriend who was containing the thing he had wanted for a long while now.
Mr. Albus Dumbledore was pronounced dead the day after lord Voldemort had been defeated, though had been though to be in deaths grip since early the day before. His, body never contained his own soul again. He would have been truly and utterly flabbergasted at the turmoil done to it. And would sadly shake his head at why this was done, feeling a sadness for knowing these type of things are beyond his powers.
The demon who had inhabited Mr. Albus Dumbledore's body is gone. Was he even real in the place though? He is only as real as any demon. But are there any demons but in the souls of those who believe? It is no matter though because he is gone from here now.
Mr. Severus Snape and Mrs. Hermione Weasley fell to their death, on the last day of their lives. The ground hit them with vengeance, though a soft crack filled with grass tried its damnedest to soften the fall. Upon their death, the black curtain that they had initially fled was never there. The place where they lay does not exist anymore if it ever did.