Enough.
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Chapter 4
The next night Severus returned to the hospital wing fully armed with the knowledge that he could break Ms. Grangers charm. He had spent the entire night and day bent over the headmaster's book equipping himself with the tools necessary to his task.
Poppy greeted him as he came in.
"Hello Severus, do you think you can try again?"
"Yes, Poppy I am confident I can do it this time"
Snape positioned himself next to the bed and gazed down at the young woman wondering what she so desperately wanted to keep hidden. What secrets could she possibly have that are this sensitive?
Snape yet again pulled out his wand and began to wave it in intricate patterns over Hermione's body fighting against her strong magic and complex charm. Poppy could see the stain in his face, but Snape knew he was getting close, the spell was getting weaker. He continued his battle until he finally undid the charm revealing the real Hermione.
Snape collapsed into the chair and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose until he heard Poppy gasp. His eyes flew open and went straight to Hermione. He jumped up with shock. She was almost unrecognisable. She was beaten black and blue. She had bruises all over her body, what looked like knife carvings into her skin and hair missing off the top of her head.
Poppy started to cry as she worked on healing the poor girl while Snape just watched on completely paralysed. Poppy slowly mended all of the girl's ailments and walked away in the hopes of composing herself.
Snape slowly sank back into the chair having completely forgotten about his exhaustion. Who could have done this? Why did they do this? There is no way she could have done something deserving of this. Of course, she was annoying sometimes with her constant handwaving and know-it-all attitude that appeared to have disappeared over the last few weeks and now he knew why.
Anger slowly started to replace his shock. No one was deserving of this kind of treatment especially not her, not the "Gryffindor Princess" Minerva's prize cub. He knew what it felt like to be beaten and degraded in such a way and no one was deserving of that except maybe Voldemort. She was so strong so why did she not fight back? He guessed it was someone she was close to. But who at Hogwarts could it be? The students had been back from Christmas break for three weeks now, so it was surely someone here.
He was shaking with rage as he thought of the poor girl in front of him cowering in fear from some disgusting person just like his father used to do to him.
He rose shakily from his chair and proceeded out the door as tears threatened to fall down his face. He quickly shook them away and proceeded to Dumbledores office.
"The poor girl, how could this have happened right under my nose?"
"I don't know Albus, but we must find out who did this and put a stop to it."
"You're right Severus. We need a plan"
Albus paced the floor as Snape stood trying to contain his anger.
"When she wakes up, I want her to stay with you. She will benefit from being with someone who understands what she's going through and can help her heal."
"Albus have you finally lost your brilliant mind? I cannot mind the girl and I can offer her no help. I am as you well know the greasy bat of the dungeons, there is no way she would be comfortable with me."
"It is too late Severus I have already decided, in fact…. Dobby!"
Dobby popped in front of them
"Dobby will you please take Ms. Grangers things and put them in the spare room of Professor Snapes chambers?"
Dobby bowed to them both and left again.
"See it is settled already and I don't want to hear any complaints this will only help you and Ms. Granger."
Snape stormed out of the office and down to his chambers to inspect what had been done to his spare room. He opened the door and was assaulted with red. He sighed as the headmaster's choice of colour. Everything was red. The massive four-poster bed, the carpet, the curtains and everything else that had even a scrap pf fabric on it. Snape left the room as it was but vowed to change it to whatever his guest would like.
He readied himself for the first night in his bed in half a week. It was Saturday night, and he was thankful he did not have to face into classes tomorrow. He knew he would not get any sleep that night, but he could not go back to the infirmary for fear his rage would take over when he saw the girl laying helpless on the bed. He moved around in the bed unable to find a comfortable position but soon fell into a sleep filled with nightmares of his past that had been dragged to the surface by the events of the last twenty-four hours.