Hermione surveyed the field before her nervously, eyes frantically searching for signs of life as she sat up.
Oh, god… let someone, anyone, be alive.
The explosion… it had been so sudden, a flash a golden light, and suddenly what had been a mass of screams and movement, a battlefield of epic proportions, froze. When the air cleared, no one was left standing.
I can't be the only one alive.
She glanced to her right and saw Ron. A quick touch to his shoulder confirmed that he was gone.
She stood, beginning to be scared. There was Harry… unmoving, next to a crumpled pile of cloth- all that was left of Voldemort. Mad-Eye… Percy… Kingsley… There were so many bodies… All dead. Was she really the only one left?
Then she saw him.
A black robed figure, slowly struggling to his feet.
She nearly flew to his side, supporting and holding the man up. "Is there anyone else?"
At the grim words, Hermione nearly broke. A sob escaped as she replied, "I… I don't think so…"
Then his strong arms wrapped around her and she nearly collapsed.
She had felt so alone for a moment, but now… he had her, and was holding her close.
She was safe.
In the arms of Severus Snape.
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Author's Note: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have done it again. Though you've been spared of most of my abandoned stories, I've been persuaded to post this, and I doubt I will be able to finish it. I tend to lose interest fast, always moving onto a new plot bunny before I finish the first one. Perhaps your reviews will help to keep me focused?
This story began as a failed attempt at a one-shot, and could stand as is, I suppose. I'd rather not leave it here though. It doesn't have enough plot or emotional connection to be a good one shot- and I'm quite aware of the fact. The real plot is forming as I type... I do hope it turns out to be readable- perhaps even interesting?