I
DON'T OWN POTTER(though I wish I owned Snape)
italics are
what hermione is thinking!
Severus slowly opened the door to
Hermiones room. The stink of vomit and urine met him as he walked
into the room. In the centre of the room, a chair stood with what
seemed to be an unconscious Hermione Granger.
Looking closer at
her, he found that she was definitely going to pass on sometime soon.
Bruises and welts covered her body, and her breathing was
shallow.
"Well better now than ever…"
Hermione Granger stirred at the sound of "Well better now than ever…" Due to her extensive injuries, she was unable to see who it was, but the voice was familiar. She listened closely to the voice as it seemed to confess to her.
"Miss Granger, you may not be able
to hear me, but if you can please listen." She now knew who the
voice was. It was no other than the traitor, Severus Snape. Boy he
had some nerve coming in here to talk to her and not helping her
escape.
"I've done many bad things in my life, all of
which I regret most deeply. Seeing as I cannot tell them to anyone
without getting most severely beaten up, and you are at deaths
door.." How bloody pleasant, might as well say" happy
funeral!"
"…I want to tell you. I need to get this off
my shoulders, and confiding in you will help ease my conscience…"Oh
wow telling a damned person who you think can't hear you is really
going to help.
"…There are certain things I swore never to
tell a soul, but I doubt you count." Gee…thanks a lot.
"So
here I go……"