Motherly Amnesia
Chapter One, Redone
Upon July 19th, 2005
By Nikita a.k.a. livethroughtheatre
All known characters belong to J.K. Rowling and Co. With HPHBP there isn't true proof that he is evil until the seventh book clears it all. I still believe in Severus Snape. Reminds me of Peter Pan and when Tinkerbell dies and everyone claps if they believe in fairies.
In books, authors speak of the magical glow which emits from an expecting mother. Yet even with their descriptions Hermione knew that if they had actually seen her at that very moment they would decree that this wasn't what they had been speaking of.
Placing her hand upon her protruding midsection, she smiled as her child kicked repeatedly against her middle. With each kick, a spark of light emitted from her, a light which reminded her of the lights that emit from a wand when performing a charm or jinx. Finally, once her child finally seemed content a warm yellow glow enshrouded her middle and her this white cotton nightdress appeared translucent.
"Glowing night," spoke a smooth deep voice from the shadows in the corner of the room.
Hermione smiled, "Welcome Professor Snape, how may I be of service to you?" Her eyes crinkled at the sides as a mischievous look glistened in the cinnamon colored depths.
A smirk slowly spread across his face as he strode towards her. The corners of his mouth creped up into what actually appeared to be a smile. "Well then my dear, you could first of all tell me what the devil you are doing out of our bed in your delicate situation at this hour?"
He was cut short as she suddenly stood up and started striding towards him. "Why you! You know perfectly well that I can do more than a moderately skilled witch at this time…" She was cut short as her middle began to glow more and more until her entire body was encased by a deep golden glow.
"The Baby!" They shouted in unison.
The wall to their family room collapsed causing bricks and debris to fly everywhere as a group of deatheaters storemed into the room, shoulders straight and wands drawn. With this scene unfolding in front of him, Severus' protective instincts kicked in and he leveled his wand at the approaching figures and bellowed, "IMPEDIMENTA!" Several figures slammed into the concrete floor, unable to move. Unbeknownst to him a dark shadow slowly crept up behind his startled wife. Her startled shriek was the last thing he heard before Lucius Malfoy wrapped his arms about Hermione, pulling her against him as he apparated with her in his hold to an unknown location. After this the remaining deateaters apparated and the popping sounds were the only things to accompany Severus as he let out a groan of ultimate pain, disdain and misery. Quickly, Severus rushed towards the table and picked up an enchanted map and his wedding ring, attempting to use his ring to locate his wife from the hand of that fiend. However, she was enshrouded from his eyes. What was going on? Was he never to see his love or child again?
As he fell to his knees upon the cold stone floor he saw his life with her rush before his eyes. Their first date, the time she made him dance at the Ministry Ball, and even their wedding day in Venice. With these memories could it be his perennial torment or his only link? The chill of the floor arched up his back and just before he surrendered to the black he whispered out into the night, "Hermione…"
In the dungeons of Malfoy Manor, Hermione was greeted by Lord Voldemort himself. Her anger rose as he slowly slunk towards her, this so-called-man had taken so much from her.already and she would not allow him to do anything else to her or Severus again. Thinking back, she saw the beginning once again:
Lying inside of her groom's warm embrace, she smiled up into the top of the canopy. Dreamily she whispered," I never knew things could be so wonderful and love could be so beautiful."
Severus grasped her about her waist and pulled her atop him. "Beautiful, my love? You are my completion and how you make me speak this way I'll never know. I would never say it to another soul." Then he slowly drew her in for a kiss, ready to repeat the events of that night. A knocking at the window startled them out of their love-hazed oblivion. A raven suddenly flew through the window shattering the windowpane and placed an envelope by Hermione's feet. The mark of the skull with a snake weaving out of it's mouth was very familiar, for upon her husband's forearm lay that very mark. She had checked for charms and curses, finding none she opened it to read.
Dear Love Birds,
I have given you Severus, beloved traitor of my reign, a wonderful wedding present if I may say so myself. You helped with a bit of a problem a long while ago and now your problem is gone, you no longer have any muggle-in-laws to bother you ever again. Oh and Hermione, Ginny says Hello. I give you my condolences on you happiness. May it last as long as you are both alive.
Lord Voldemort
"Hermione, how is the new wonder child?" He hissed as he placed his cold leather0like fingers underneath her chin. When she glared into his eyes apparently not going to answer, he slid his fingers down he breast in a slow "caress" and finally settled them upon her midriff. Once he reached her midsection he pulled two objects from his robe, his wand and a bottle of potion.
With a harsh hiss of an "Imperio", he started his control.
Hermione knew that if she struggled it would hurt her baby so instead she surrendered to the onslaught. Before she knew it she was gulping down the potion that was second's ago in his hand. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was Lord Voldemort's lipless mouth slowly descending upon hers.
Later at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy…
The ghost of Albus Dumbledore was on his night time stroll around the school grounds when he saw a large heap stretched out by the lake. As he moved closer to the shape, the cloak moved upon the heap and a man's hand was displayed, a platinum ring shined like a beacon of light upon his finger.
Then it dawned on him, it was Hogwart's former Potion's Master, now Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor and the man who had been forced to kill him. Turning around, Albus dematerialized and rematerialized at the side of Madame Pomfrey. He told her what he saw and together they went to help the hurt man.