Authors Note: First off I do not own any of these characters and never will. The story and plot are my own. If original characters are used, I own them too. This story will be slash as warned in the summary. Thank you for all the reviews I have recieved. This is an editted version. Though I do acknowledge that there still might be errors. Please be patient, or if there is a nagging error that happens often please e-mail so I might go in and change it. Thank you. Also I have added a few small inserts into this chapter where I thought the transition was rough. Thank you once again.
Prologue:
16 years ago the Dark Lord fell at the hands of a mere child. People speculated about how this could occur. Not one magical being could conceivable understand, how an untrained one year old wizard could defeat the Dark Lord. However, that has long past and now, the Savior is going into his last year of schooling. Harry Potter-Evans is moving with his adopted family from their family home in Germany to Britain where he will attend Hogwarts in the fall with his adopted family's daughter. Together they would begin as seventh years and disrupt the magic community as a whole.
Section 1
News slowly began to spread throughout all of the community that their savior was returning. Today however, is three days from the start of the fall term and our "brave hero" is getting ready to wake his sister.
At 17 years old, Harry was a dashing young man. He stood at a modest 6 feet with a thin muscled frame and golden sun kissed skin. His jet black hair that was messy when he was a child, stood short and randomly spiked; held together with light jell. His jaded emerald eyes were deceptively bright behind contacts. He wore a tight silver muscle tee shirt and loose black baggy pants held up by a leather belt.
Harry glided down the hall of the new three story house located on the outskirts of London. Knocking softly and listening for an answer, he smirked as no sound was emitted from his sister's room. Turning the door knob and walking silently across the large dark blue room to his sister's bed side where she slept undisturbed by the room's intruder. Cautiously he reached down, brushing away a stray strand of chin length soft brown hair from her eyes. He gazed lovingly down at his beautiful sister.
When she was fully awake she lit up the room with liquid brown eyes, sun streaked brown hair, lightly tanned skin and an intellectual mellow voice. Her skin was lightly dotted with pale freckles that were hardly noticeable unless one looked for them. She stood at a simple 5 feet 8 inches. She had the mature body of a 17 year old with curves in all the right places, toned muscles and a softness that few people had and men craved.
Harry smiled as she stirred awake at his touch and opened sleep ridden eyes.
"Harry?" She whispered, slowly focusing up on her brother's face.
"Morning, Mione. Mom has asked if you were up. It's 9:30, and we have the family photo to do when dad gets back with breakfast. He's picking something up from the bakery up the street. So you need to get up and ready. Mom wants you in the pale red and white flower sun dress." Harry spoke slowly and softly as he sat down next to his sister, carting his fingers through her silky hair.
"Mmm. Okay. I'll be down in 20 minutes Little Viper." She smiled sleepily at Harry.
He nodded curtly before standing and leaving the room. Harry walked down two flights of stairs to the ground level and into the kitchen where his adoptive mother stood making home-made mint jasmine tea.
Samantha Eliza Granger was a lovely woman in her late 30's. Her peach skin and dark waist length chestnut hair set off her hazel eyes. She stood at a small 5 feet 6 inches with a trim body and caring quiet personality. Mrs. Granger was a stay at home writer for an international magazine on botany, herbs and harvesting. She was their lead editor and co-producer.
Mr. William Rupert Granger was a dentist at the leading dental institute in Britain. William was a proud compassionate man who always put his family first. At a towering 6 feet 5 inches, broad chest, deep voice, dark tan skin, shaggy sandy blond hair and light green-gray eyes, William was an intimidating figure when he used his statue, especially against those who where looking to date both his children. The rest of the time however William was a laid back person who was happy with the life he created with his wife and children.
Everyday of his life he was thankful he stopped and helped the now young man he was proud to call his son twelve years ago.
Taking a seat at the dining table on the far left side of the kitchen, Harry continued to watch his mother at work.
"Did you wake Hermione?" Samantha asked, looking over her shoulder at her son. Harry smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I woke her. She'll be down in 15 minutes."
"Good," was the soft response he received before she turned back to finish the tea.
Relaxing back into the wooden chair, Harry closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the house. The soft boiling water in the pan, the steady breathing of his mother, the echo of wood groaning as Hermione moved around her room and the quiet close of the front door before a deep voice announced the arrival of his father.
"Harry? Hermione? Samantha, dear? I'm home!"
William came striding into the kitchen stopping at the kitchen table to set down his bags, before walking over to his wife and kissing her.
Harry paid no mind as he took out breakfast and began setting the table, quietly and efficiently before either parent noticed. By the time they were finished with their morning ritual greeting both Hermione and Harry were seated at the table with the dishes set and food served, staring pointedly at their parents with mirrored looks of disgust and underlining humor and love.
"Can't you do that somewhere not so… public?" Harry asked gagging, while Hermione snickered.
"Get a room. Is it not us, the teenagers, who should need to keep control of their hormones?" She snidely asked before she broke composure and laughed.
Their parents smiled at the teens, taking their places at the table and digging in.
"Now the photographer will be here in 20 minutes and the picture will be taken with us on the back porch. I need not remind either of you that no stunts are to be played like those in previous years. We have a full schedule before you leave for school, so lots of shopping and family fun." William informed the family smiling.
Hermione and Harry, however look at each other before groaning. Harry turned pleading eyes to Samantha while Hermione turned pleading eyes to William. In one voice full of pleading and whining they spoke.
"Please, don't do another shopping escapade! Not more family fun! You remember what happen last time? The blood, the screaming, the all out terror! Not to mention the scars... my god don't you remember the scars? Please, there must be something else. …. Anything else…."
"No," both parents responded with boring looks gracing their face.
"We will be making a stop at a large book store however…" Mrs. Granger continued.
With that, the last three days of summer vacation were spent as a family. They went all over Britain shopping, eating, reading, playing, having a grand time before half the family left for 5 months. It was, for the whole family, a wonderful way the end the summer on a high note. Thus on the early morning of September 1st both young adults were reluctant to leave their parents and new home for a new school. They did, however, waving goodbye to both Samantha and William as they boarded the train, beginning their new school life as Hogwarts students.
Section 2
Turning to Hermione, Harry grabbed her hand, searching for an unoccupied compartment. Once found, he slouched down into the corner seat by the window, moving so his back was in the corner comfortably before waving his sister over, so she could take her custom spot curled on at his side, reviewing one of their school books quietly, so only herself and Harry could hear. The majority of their trip on the train was spent with the two leaning against each other in semi-silence broken only by the whispers from Mione's mouth.
Their relationship, they knew, caused people to become uncomfortable and shun them. They would be found frequently in each others presences touching, hugging or holding on to the other. Always invading the others personal space. Many times their positions were compromising, however to the brother and sister it was familiar and comfortable. Together they were simply a brother and sister whom were very comfortable with each other. There was no sexual or romantic aspect to their relationship. If anything, they were extremely close best friends, who were happy and content with giving and receiving affection in public and private. For most of the muggle community, if they knew Harry and Hermione were brother and sister, they would receive cruel remarks and disgusted looks, though while they were attending Durmstrang, no one commented on their behavior and we very accepting towards the two.
Now, though, they discussed that wizards and witches at Hogwarts might not be as accepting. They would, however, not change their behavior to suit the masses. So them came to the conclusion that they would together, battle any obstacles this new boarding school provided for them.
As the clock chimed, informing the 17 year olds that there was an hour left of the ride and they should change into their school robes, the two teens stirred into action. They changed together in the locked compartment before grabbing a small snack their mother had packed and munching on the food quietly, positioned on the benches the same way as before. The content atmosphere was shattered when they received a knock on the door. Looking at Hermione in question, she nodded and he responded by unlocking the door.
"Come in."
The door slide open to reveal a tall blond man with icy gray eyes and pale skin. He had the sharp features known only to the Malfoy family, while his companion was slightly taller then him, flaming red hair, open brown eyes and dark freckles. The redhead's round rugged features reminded Harry of a dragon keeper he had once met a few years ago.
Hermione and Harry both watched the duo with guarded eyes and wands ready, hidden from view, in their hands.
"We are here looking for the Grangers," the blond spoke curtly.
"I thought they were family, Malfoy. Not married." The redhead spoke, shaking his head.
After the comment both, Harry and Hermione were on their feet, side by side in traditional duel first position, wands pointed at the intruders.
"You would do well to not assume a thing about us, you ignorant git," Harry growled, glaring darkly at the pair still standing in the door way with shocked and confused expressions.
"You would also do well not to piss either of us off," Hermione sneered. The cabin was silent for a few moments before the blond spoke again, holding his hands up in surrender.
"Look, I am Draco Malfoy from Slytherin. I am Head Boy. Thus I am in charge of making sure the new transfer students know the rules and how you will be sorted. The stupid git next to me," at this the red head scoffed, " is Ronald Weasley. Prefect for Gryffindor. We were… advised by Headmaster Dumbledore to ensure no problems occurred before we entered the school." Malfoy stated annoyed. Weasley looked on with complete disgust before turning sharply and leaving the group.
The brother and sister looked at each other searchingly and nodded. Together as on entity they holstered their wands and positioned themselves comfortably on one side of the train before gesturing for Malfoy to sit.
"Well get on with it. Inform us." Hermione stated briskly, resting her head on Harry's shoulder. Draco gazed intently at the two odd teenagers before him is curious interest. There was something about the two that was hauntingly familiar. Dislodging that train of thought, Draco refocused on the transfer students.
"Let me restart this. My name is Draco Malfoy. I am a seventh year Hogwarts student and was asked by the Headmaster to check on you and make any necessary arrangements for you. Now, to whom am I speaking to?" Harry blanked his face instantly, while Hermione closed her eyes and shifted slightly until Harry's arm was loosely wrapped around her shoulders.
"Harry James Evans-Granger and my sister, Hermione Samantha Lilith Granger."
Draco raised a questioning eyebrow. "Anything shorter that I may call either of you?"
"Harry, Granger or Evans. You may call Mione, Granger until she gives you permission." Harry spoke dispassionately, observing Draco.
"Very well. I am to inform you that you will be sorted after the first years, at the same time you will be introduced to the school. I was also told to warn you that both of you are under strict observation from the entire faculty."
"Why?" Hermione interjected, eyes half open. Draco merely shrugged before bidding the two goodbye and leaving the compartment.
"Already in trouble with the staff even before we stepped foot into the school. That has to be a record. Even for us, Viper." Hermione spoke softly, dozing slightly.
"Indeed, Raven. Indeed." The rest of the trip was spent resting slightly in a quiet atmosphere. Once the train reached the station, the duo waited until the rest of the trains occupants had left and then stepped onto the plate form. No one was left and no carriages stood waiting. Sighing in irritation, Hermione brought out her wand. Harry however shook his head and motioned for Hermione to put her wand back.
"Let's fly." And with that both teens were in the airing, speeding towards Hogwarts in break neck speeds with out a broom or wand. In a matter of a few minutes they had reached the boarding school before the other students.
"Should we wait for the others?"
"No. Let's go meet and greet the suspicious faculty… see what were up against."
"You mean spy. One of these days Viper… Someone will beat you at your own game."
"Only you, Raven love. Only you."
Together the duo chanted a short spell, vanishing in the blink of an eye and set off to become informed of the faculty of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"After you, my dear lady." Harry's voice mocked. To which Hermione responded with a hard slap.
"The only lady in this group is you dear brother. You're the Nancy boy, while I am respectably the tomboy." Harry smirked opening the front door and shoving Mione through the doorway and into the hall before himself.
"You vile little SNAKE!" She ranted taking off after Harry as he sped past her and into the large corridor. The game was then set and begun, as the duo raced through halls and class rooms before crashing through the double doors of the Great Hall full of students and professors during the end of the sorting.
"Well Viper… I do believe we have made an error in judgment and a disrespectful introduction to the school as a whole." Hermione whispered, standing and dusting off her transparent cloak.
"I do agree sister. I do agree," was the whispered response as the eyes of the halls stared confused at the open doors. The yelling of the sorting hat refocused their attention to the front of the hall where the remaining first year was sorted.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
A tall prim and stern looking professor with her hair tightly woven in a bun rolled up a scroll and picked up the sorting hat, preparing for the beginning of the start of term feast, she however was delayed as the Hat started speaking to thin air.
"Well come forward children. No need to be suspicious. I simply look into your mind and sort you into one of the four houses. They will become your family you see. Your good work will earn your house points while your transgressions will loose them. Come up place me on your head!" Students and professors alike looked around for what or who the Sorting Hat was speaking to.
"And what, pray tell," a voice boomed from the back in a tenor melody voice, "is your name kind sir. For I have no doubt you know ours."
The hat smirked, nodding its tip. "You may call me Martucio."
"Then it is a pleasure Martucio, to meet you." A soft feminine voice spoke closer now to the hat, which was snatched from the nerveless fingertips of the stern looking Professor.
"Now see here! Show yourselves!" The strict teacher proclaimed, searching the room with narrowed eyes.
"No," was the chorused response. The Sorting hat stopped floating, and hovered above the stool.
"Ahh yes…. I have heard many things about you child, many things… You have courage and cunning…. Loyalty to those who earned it… respect for knowledge… and power… oh yes my dear do you have power… But your sly nature and thirst for books places me in a predicament. Ravenclaw or Slytherin… To whom would you fit in with. … Ahh… yessss… I see it now… this love and protection you have for your brother will place you in…
SLYTHERIN!"
The hat finally shouted aloud. No applause arose from the table as the hat moved and hovered once again.
"Oh.. my… I have been looking forward to this day Mister Evans… the Savior of the Wizarding World…. But where shall I place you… You have power and strength. You are wise and honest. You could do well in Gryffindor… but no… there is a darkness in you that would keep that house at a distance… No there is only one place to put you but you could do well in Ravenclaw dear viper. However in you heart lies the key… to the snake pit you go. Watch yourself dear snake… There is a traitor among your coven…. Welcome to… SLYTHERIN!" And still the house did not clap.
Section 3
"Best show ourselves Viper." The feminine voice spoke softly.
"Let's make a show of it!" the tenor responded. A few seconds later two teens appeared standing on the Professor's dining table, back to back in black cloaks. As one they jumped soundlessly off the table and landed head bowed to the students.
"Let me introduce ourselves. I am transfer student Hermione Samantha Lilith Granger." Hermione stood up, smiling to the students and professors alike in a disarmingly innocent way. Then gesturing to the still bowing figure next to her, she continued.
"And this bloke next to me, is my brother. Harry James Potter-Evans-Granger." Harry stood up with a blank face surveying the occupants in the rooms. Together they concluded.
"It's a pleasure to meet you."
Whispers broke out among the students after Harry's name was stated. Several stared intently at his forehead looking for something while others gaped and pointed as if he was a strange attraction at a circus. By now several of the professors were out of their seats and heading towards the duo with wands aimed at them. Harry turned to face the advancing professors and drew his wand.
"Now halt!" Harry growled stepping in front of Hermione, blocking her from any spells the teachers might send their way.
"I don't know what has caused you to be alarmed, nor do I know why it is that you don't trust us. I, however, will not stand by while you hex us to your liking. So explain now, or regret advancing on two transfer students with an exponential amount of magic." Harry ordered, silently casting a shield around himself and Hermione.
"I believe Mister Granger, that there is a misunderstanding between all of us." A grave caring voice stated from the Professor's table, where an old wizard stood with twinkling blue eyes, dressed in an odd combination purple robe with lime green ducks. "Let me introduce myself. I am Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts."
Harry stood tall, aiming his wand at the new target.
"Well, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts, would you care to inform me of why there are six fully trained wizards aiming their wands at my sister and I. Or do we have to prove to you that we can defeat all six of these fine wizards without pulling our wands out?" Silence reigned from the Headmaster and the students who stilled once the voice of the Headmaster met their ears. Seconds ticked by and the once advancing professors stood in defensive positions observing the two students that threatened their Advisor. Shaking his head, Harry critically analyzed each opponent before them. It was duel and war training all over again, though there were a few more civilians about here then in the class room.
"Very well, Headmaster. Raven! Status? Who is it that stands before me?"
Closing her eyes, Hermione concentrated on those semi-surrounding them, feeling their powers and identities. After a few minutes she open her eyes, though the pupils were dilated and milky white.
"Far left McGonnagal, Transfiguration Master. Next Flitwick, Charms Master. Hooch, Shield and Air Master. Sprout, Earth and Herbology Master. Lupin, Defense and Dark Creature Master. Finally, Snape, Potions and Dark Arts Master. Caution rating from left, blue, green, green, yellow, blue, white. Anything else sir?" Hermione stated firmly staring blankly ahead.
"We will be following operation 6-C. You know your job." Harry turned toward target Snape with a vicious smile.
"You sir, are the second white level I have gone up against." Snape merely sneered.
"Though," Harry continued, "the last white opponent lasted but a minute and a half, not all that long. A good record though. You however will have to WAIT!" Harry yelled, sending a shock wave at Snape that left him immobile.
"Now, wait my dear boy…," Albus admonished, "Let us sort this out with no violence. These professors are simply trying to protect this school and its occupants."
Harry stood tensed still looking at the targets before him. These professors were indeed protecting their own, however the moment they stepped foot into the school they also became these professors charges. Harry knew the feeling he felt ripping at the back of his mind. Knew the danger it would put this school in. Knew something wasn't quite right about the occupants. Moving to face his sister, he pleaded with her.
"Hermione… I believe we were better off at Durmstrang. The magic here is corrupt." Harry said, moving to his sister's side. "Must we go here? I am sure Vanyel will welcome us once again."
Hermione looked beyond her brother towards the professors before them, spending a few seconds scanning their souls and magic. She then turned to the student body, which had not moved and were silently fascinated with what was going on. Embracing her brother, Hermione spoke in a soothing tone, running her hand up and down Harry's back.
"My dear Viper, there is much we can learn here. And much we can change. We must stay, however, if something irreparable happens, into the night we will soar." Harry buried his head into the junction between her neck and shoulder before lifting her up and vanishing from sight.
"Well… now that all the introductions have been made. I believe that Prefects will lead their houses to their common rooms where dinner shall be served." Albus announced, motioning for the students to stand and the professors to return to their seats.
Once the last child had left, Albus gave a great sigh. Minerva McGonnagal, however, snickered causing the rest of the teaching staff to look at her in suspicion. Minerva pointed to the still prone figure of Severus Snape, the resident Potions Master.
"Can we leave him like that all year Albus. It would do wonders for the student's morale." Flitwick suggested chuckling at the glare sent his way from beetle black eyes.
"As tempting as that may be. I am regretful to say that, we cannot, for who would teach potions?" Albus smiled.
"Oh Albus, don't flatter him. You know there are at least three other Potion Masters, that would love to have his job right now! And who would willingly accept the position without pay, just to be in the presence of this school, you and the Potter child." Minerva chastised.
"Ahh… Yes… The Potter child."
"Headmaster… I do believe Severus… has a something to say." Sprout observed, staring at the trembling immobile man. Albus nodded and with a flick of his wand, the Potion Master was free to move. He, however simply dusted of his robe, turned on his heel and stalked out of the Great Hall without a word.
"Pity, I would have liked to here his rant." And with that the faculty left in the Great Hall laughed.
Section 4
In a deserted room in the dungeons, Harry and Hermione lay spooned together on a bed transfigured from a piece of cloth. Both lay awake with closed eyes and deep measured breathing.
'Their stares reminded me of the Dursley's all over again…' Harry thought to Hermione. Her hand moved to interlace their fingers before she responded.
'No need to explain little Viper. Relax and sleep. I am the guardian of your dreams as you are the protector of mine.' With that, they clung together through the night. Dreaming of nothing but a loving black void.
Section 5
Severus Snape was not amused, as he stalked down the long corridors looking for the two newest members of his house. He conveniently locked on to Hermione's magic and was tracking them. The deeper into the dungeons he went the more calm he became. Nothing soothed his temper more than the damp dungeon air and continuous shadows.
Once he reached the end of his tracking link, he opened the door slowly and peered in. Laying in the middle of the room were his two new charges. Walking further into the room, he noticed the wards they had sprung up against those will ill intent.
Hovering next to the side of the bed, he intently observed the two. Harry, he saw, had several scars along his arms and face, while Hermione had a perfect complexion. Neither seemed disturbed by the others close proximity or his own, though their power could be felt in the air, protecting and comforting them. Looking closely at them, he figured there were no romantic emotions in their relationship. It was simply a relationship based on need and affection. The whisper of Harry's voice broke through Snape's inner musing.
"Would you care to sit, sir? The bed is also open to you." Controlling his blank face was surprising difficult at the seemingly innocent question. Seating himself on the edge of the bed, Snape waited for either to speak. Minutes passed in comfortable silence. Harry stirred slightly, turning on his back and staring piercingly into Snape's eyes.
"Harry?" Hermione questioned softly, looking between Harry and Snape.
"In all the nightmares I have seen, I now have a vision of a dream." Harry continued to stare, not breaking eye contract with the guarded onyx eyes in front of him. "You were never built to be a Death Eater sir. Too pure, even now with all the figurative blood coating your skin."
"And how is it, Mister... Evans that you know of my activities?" Snape asked, genuinely curious, with a slight edge to his voice.
"It is common knowledge for us. Well, in Germany it is. Not many go to school there that are not destined to be white masked and black cloaked. The question we are asked before, we as students, could even step foot into the school was, what are you…"
"What are you willing to give up for survival? Are you willing to play both sides? Are you willing to kill innocents? Are you willing to give your body to those you are against? Will you willing stand under the enemies flag, in their uniforms, follow their orders and fight their fight until you are called to destroy their foundation. Even if that means years in their service, where after the Dark Lord's downfall you might be given the Kiss or sent to Azkaban. Are you willing to give your life?" Headmaster Vanyel of Durmstrang questioned passionately, staring piercingly into the eyes of every first year standing before the front doors. "Well? Are you?.... Liston?"
"S-s-sir?" a small blond child with blue eyes stuttered.
"Are you willing to do all that? To betray your family in order to save them?"
"N-n-no sir."
"Indeed and you Potter? What are you willing to do?"
"Harry, at this point looked unwavering into Vanyel's eyes and said No-" Harry interrupted Hermione's retelling of their first day at Durmstrang.
"No, I will not. I will do anything and everything in my power to ensure the safety of my family. Even if that means serving under Voldemort's hand." Harry finished, climbing out of the bed and pacing around the far end corner of the room by a large unused fireplace.
"They asked you that? You were, but children. How could you know at that… tender age … what you would be willing to do?" Snape's voice was stoic except for a slight waver of concern or maybe sympathy. Hermione stayed silent, observing her brother's fast pacing.
"He asked because by then we knew in our hearts what was important. Because by then our innate abilities were showing. Because by then, Vanyel only wanted strong students. Students who could be molded and were willing to sacrifice everything. Students who knew what they could lose and students who had the heart to give up their freedom so their brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers would not have to fight. He asked because he knew Hogwarts, Dumbledore and the Order would fall. He asked to sort out those who would give information to stop torture. He wanted survivors. And that is what he got." Harry sneered, stalking towards Snape with a predatory look. Stopping a few inches in front of the potion master, composing his face, Harry began again.
"Don't believe for an instant that I was innocent. By 11 I knew what I needed to accomplish. I knew my fate. And I will fight for the half-life I have left. I will train and learn so I will be able protect Hermione and all the purity she possesses." His voice was impassioned and dangerous. Hermione sighed deeply from her position on the bed while Snape digested the information he was given.
"Little Viper…" Hermione whispered, watching Harry leave the room. "He is… touchy when it comes to the future or the war or myself. Be prepared… he will do anything for me and those he cares for. He is not blindly loyal… no… he… plans revenge so malicious, even the Dark Lord would appreciate it. I tell this only as a warni-" Hermione was cut off by a large burst of magic shaking the castle grounds followed by a cloud of dust and debris flying past the door frame and into the room. Immediately Snape was on his feet and running down the hall in search of the source. He stopped short where the corridor branched off towards the school's front door and the Great Hall. The sight before him caused a startled gasp to be emitted from his thin pale lips. Hermione, who had followed, hunched over gasping for breath before taking in the scene before her.
"Oh god… not here…" Hermione whispered falling to her knees.
Harry's body hovered in the air, barely visible chains holding him up. His back was covered in whip marks and aged scars. Blood oozed from the cuffs on his wrist and the marks on his back. He did not emit one cry as the torturer continued whipping the young adult's back.
In the eerie silence where no more marks were made and it seemed the torture of the poor boy stopped, Snape's stomach twisted and waited in perverted fascination to see what else happened. In the back of his mind, Snape knew he should do something, but he stood rooted to the spot waiting. Neither Snape nor Hermione had to wait much longer. Harry's body dropped to the ground with a resounding 'thud'. Then convulsions took over the battered body and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. The minutes ticked by, only noticed by the arrival of a professor or student, trapped in the same gruesome state as Hermione and Snape. Finally, Harry's body stilled, twitching every few seconds. His labored breathing stopped casting the whole hall into silence.
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