Word Count: exactly 100
Challenge: 14 Crookshanks
Disclaimer: No money made, JKR owns all of it.
A/Ns: Hermione is in her 7th year, at thetime when the war is heating up. I will still continue this fic even if HPB decides to kill off one them, or worse turn Snape into an angel, or forces me to pick a new murderer.
Title: The Rain of Life
Snape snapped the chain taut, startling Hermione. "Explain the text Miss Granger," he demanded while unbuttoning his left sleeve.
She stared at Snape's mark as he wound half the chain around his forearm.
"Crookshanks is placed at the crossing of the figure eight; it says we must cast the spell together and…" Her voice whispered suddenly, "Jesus Christ."
"An adequate analogy, but incomplete," he commented wryly. "Continue."
"The rain of life is blood. There is no blood in your stores," she moaned.
"Open the drawer below you, Miss Granger and set the flat oak box on the table," he commanded.