Alrighty, after 8 months, I am finally posting a chapter. Everyone should thank the Mystic Phoenix, cuz; otherwise I never would have gotten of my lazy bum and wrote anything.

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What I remember most vividly is the day we found a traitor in our midst. It was terrifying to realize that even I, known for my cleverness within my House, did not realize that we were in very real danger. To see the signs yet, not understand them, I guess I'm not clever after all.

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"Harry? What's the matter?" Hermione turned and looked curiously at the black-haired boy behind her. She gulped nervously at his furious expression, "Eheh, what's the matter?"

"Hermione, please don't tell me that you're in love with that greasy-haired git!"

"What?" Hermione was completely thrown. She had been quite certain that only she knew about that.

"I'm not stupid Hermione! Look at this!" Harry shoved some pictures under nose, and she blinked at them.

"Eh?" She took them and looked a bit closer. Her face paled as she realized who it was, "Harry, look, it's not what you think…honestly speaking there really isn't anything there except compassion for what he's had to go through."

Harry didn't look convinced, "I said I'm not stupid 'Mione. For one thing, there's passion in the word compassion. And another thing, if you want to convince someone that you're not in love with that greasy-haired slime ball, try a little harder to hide it."

Hermione stood there, shocked to the core as a strangely eloquent Harry stalked down the hallway.

"Damn, the Scarhead's actually right for once," A voice to the left of her drawled.

Hermione's disbelieving gaze snapped to the dark shadow and intensified to a glare, "I could say the same to you Draco dear. I'm not the only one hiding things!"

Draco melted out of the shadows, a wry smile playing about his lips, "I'm Slytherin, it's my job to hide things."

"Really? I hadn't noticed," Sarcasm was a really a very good thing Hermione decided.

Draco smirked and melted back into the shadows. Hermione stomped her foot and nearly screamed in frustration. It was one thing to be given cryptic remarks by Snape and quite another to be told to be cryptic by people who had no idea what was going on.

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"Why Severus, what a surprise. Are you not supposed to be planning the Yule Ball with Professor Tonks and the Head Boy and Girl?"

Severus inwardly cursed as he came to a halt with one foot poised on the first step leading to his rooms. He turned smoothly and gave a respectful nod to the man across from him, "Headmaster, how are you?"

"Fine, fine. And you?"

"I've been better," Severus said without thinking then nearly groaned as the Headmaster chuckled delightedly.

"Oh do tell me what happened. Was Draco being mischievous again? Or perhaps Miss Granger confessed her undying love for you?"

Severus stiffened, "Headmaster, I would appreciate not being the butt of your wonderfully witty jokes."

Albus Dumbledore just continued to smile and strolled toward the window they were next to, "What do you think your chances are for the next Quidditch match?"

Severus's eyes lingered on the pitch outside the window and said, "Same as every year's chances since Potter came here."

"Ah."

And no more was said.

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"Hey, Harry, where's Hermione?" Ginny called to the boys at the Gryffindor table the next morning as she came running in.

Harry shot her an annoyed look, "In front of your face."

Ginny frowned at the sullen tone then stared as she took in the scene of the normally cool, calm, and collected Head Girl in an all out screaming match with Pansy Parkinson of Slytherin.

"Keep your bitch on a leash Granger!"

"Fuck that shit Parkinson! Why don't you neuter your overexcited bull over there? He fucking attacked her over some little shit over no submission or whatever the hell it was!"

"If she would fucking keep her paws to herself and quit advertising it, it wouldn't be a fucking problem!"

SMACK! Hermione's palm flew out as she bitch smacked Parkinson and Ginny's jaw dropped to the floor, along with most of the rest of the Great Hall's population.

Parkinson stumbled and then shot a disbelieving glare at Hermione, "You bitch!"

"Say that about her again and you'll have not only me to deal with, but all of us. The Alliance protects it's own. Got it?"

Hermione gave her a truly fabulous sneer and swept away out of the doors, almost mowing down Professor Snape in the process, "Professor."

"Granger."

He turned and stared at her retreating back along with the rest of the Great Hall. He turned and surveyed the scene. Parkinson had a brilliant red mark on her cheek and most of the Hall was standing around in disbelief.

"So, I'm assuming someone pissed her off," Snape sneered at the students. Their jaws dropped further at the curse word he uttered, "From the mark, it was you Parkinson."

"Sir," Pansy gave an abrupt nod.

He raised a brow at her action and a smirk settled over his features, "I'd advise not doing again."

He swept back out.

Ginny continued to stare at the tableau around her and wondered if the world had turned on its axel or if it was snowing in hell.

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"Luna, are you here? " Hermione called for her friend softly.

"I'm here Hermione." Hermione found her curled up on her bed, tear tracks clear on her face.

"Are you alright?"

"Don't worry, I will be."

"I found Blaise. Er, but, apparently someone else go to him first. He's laid up in the infirmary. I bitch smacked Pansy for you though. Stupid bitch thought it was me who attacked him." Hermione grumbled a few more minutes before looking at her non-responsive friend sympathetically.

"It's okay Hermione. It's just the wolf inside him. He can't control it."

"You sound like an abuse victim. Don't make excuses for him. It's not that he can't control it, it's that he gave into the wolf."

"He's just human Hermione."

"That gave into his animagus form."

Luna gave a sort sigh and uncurled from her ball, "If you say so. I'm going to go clean up." She got up and limped to her bathroom, holding her arm as Hermione looked worriedly after her.

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"Blaise did WHAT?" Draco bellowed. Theodore looked grim.

"He attacked Lovegood. Last night. Full moon remember?" Theodore said shortly.

"Damn Merlin's balls. How could he not control his form?"

"I think he didn't care as long as he got that Lovegood bitch," Pansy's voice floated toward them as she came into the Slytherin common room, rubbing a red cheek.

"What happened to you?" Draco said, startled.

"Granger. I thought she attacked Blaise, but apparently not."

"What'd she do? Bitch smack you?" Theodore smirked.

Pansy threw him a disgruntled glare, "Look, what we should be worried about is Blaise. Luckily, while me and Granger were screaming at each other at breakfast, we didn't mention any names."

"You did what?" The two boys stared at her.

"Will you two pay attention!" Pansy snapped, "You have a quidditch match in the next two hours and we still need some time to spirit away Blaise from the hospital wing before his healing powers show up."

Theodore and Draco looked at each other nervously, "Erm, Pansy, you do realize that this is Hogwarts right?"

"So?"

"So, how are we supposed to spirit Blaise away from the infirmary without being seen?" Theodore asked irritably.

Pansy cracked a truly terrifying smile that had the boys backing away from her in fear.

"That's where you guys come in."

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"Hey, Granger, Professor Tonks needs to speak with us," Hermione turned at the drawling voice with an irritated sigh. She rolled her eyes at Ron, Harry, and Luna.

"Is there a specific reason that you're actually willing to tell me?" she snapped back as she turned away from her friends.

Draco raised a brow, "I thought I just did."

"I just came from her office Draco, try again."
Draco swore silently, "Look, just come with me, we need to talk."

Ron finally found his voice, "Bugger off Malfoy, you're not wanted."

Draco smirked, "Does that mean you're calling in my debt?"

Ron snarled, "No! But I will call you an ov-," he didn't get much further before Harry smacked a hand across his mouth and started dragging his friend away. Luna giggled at their antics as she waved them on.

"We'll meet up with you later."

Hermione was left alone as she eyed the Malfoy heir warily, "What did you need to talk about?"

"You'll find out in about five seconds."

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"NOTT! THAT'S DISGUSTING! DO YOU REALLY NEED TO SUCK FACE WITH THAT BINT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALLWAY!" Ron had apparently found his voice. Hermione stared as Draco dragged her closer to the rest of them.

She heard Nott's smooth voice answer, "Weasley, do you really need to break the sound barrier in the middle of the hallway?"

Draco hissed in frustration and started muttering to himself, "No, no, ugh, stupid Nott. Get Potter, leave Weasel to his own assumptions."

"What?"

Draco looked at her as if just realizing she was there, "Ah, never mind. Let's go."

Hermione grunted as her arm was nearly pulled out of her socket and started fantasizing what to do with all the Slytherins that pissed her off.

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"Uh, Ronald, Padma, uh, how's about we skedaddle?" Luna grabbed the aforementioned arms with the intelligence born of seeing to many fiery confrontations. And with Harry already pissed off, she really wanted to get out of there.

"What? Why?"

"Just move Ronald," And Luna continued shoving him down the hallway with Padma following.

"I apologize Potter; I hadn't realized that you were coming this way."

Harry's cold voice sounded a little strained, "This is the way to our common room."

"Really? Should I visit sometime in the evening?"

Harry's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the insinuation. His anger was forgotten, "No, no that's quite alright," he said hastily, trying to figure out a way to get out of the situation.

Theodore stepped closer, looking at Harry from out of heavy-lidded eyes, "Are you sure? Because I'm certain that'll be no trouble at all," Theodore purred as he wrapped a hand around Harry black locks.

Harry's mind started to haze over with lust and his pupils began to dilate. Theodore smirked at the rapid behavior change and stepped even closer and breathed right into Harry' s face as he started to subtly probe Harry's mind, "Really, Harry, it'll be so very...exciting." He suppressed a shout of glee as he found what he was looking for. He sped out of Harry's mind in time to realize that he wasn't the one in charge anymore.

Theodore found himself pressed between a very cold wall and a very, very hot body. Harry leaned down, "Sorry Theo, darling, but I'm not buying. The only way I'll have you is handcuffed to my bed where you can't get away."

Theodore gulped as Harry used his own hands to prove his image, "Uh, Harry? You do realize were in the middle of a hallway right? And that class will let out in ten minutes?"

Harry gave him a Slytherin smirk, "Do you want to know what I can do to you in ten minutes?"

Theodore wondered when he was going to hyperventilate. It was rather trying to find out your destined soul mate was into kink, "I uh, would rather, uh, not know. Uh, I'm sure you're busy, so I'll just, eheh, go elsewhere." Theodore broke the lax grip and bolted down the hallway.

Harry snickered as the other boy took off and began to fantasize about all kinds of torture he could inflict on him now that he knew Theodore wasn't unaffected.

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"Jesus, Draco, if you wanted Harry and Theodore to meet, you should have some to me in the first place. It's quite obvious you have no idea how to get them to like each other," Hermione glared at the blond as she tried to staighten her rumpled clothing that was given to her by bolting down a hallway.

"Yeah, sure, whatever, look I have to go check on Blaise. See you around Granger," Draco strolled off, hands in his pockets, leaving Hermione to stare after him in confusion.

"Miss Granger," she jumped at the silky smooth voice, "You do realize that you have Transfiguration in just five minutes don't you?"

She slowly turned and eyed her Potions professor, "Hello professor. And yes I did know that."

He looked her up and down, an odd look in his eyes,"You might want to straighten those clothes unless you really prefer to look like a hussy."

Hermione gasped in outrage, "How dare you! It doesn't matter to you anyway! You can't do anything about my behavior! You're not my Head of House!"

Severus Snape stiffened and looked at her from his rather intimidating height, "I have neither the inclination or the obligation too, of that you can be sure."

As he swept away, Hermione wondered why exactly she wanted to curl up in a ball and die.

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"And remember, just because we have a quidditch match to win after this doesn't mean you're not excused from homework!"

The groans after Professor McGonagall said this made Hermione snicker quietly. She gathered up her books and decided to head for the library to do some more of the research Harry had planned for her. The boys were already down at the pitch warming up so she was alone.

Once she reached the musty library she felt the first peace she had since she had been woken that morning. She let out a little hop as she strode over to her regular window table and set down her books.

What she had to do was rather complicated. It involved a lot of squinting at funnily written words in very old, abused texts and trying to decipher the meaning of them. It was old, grueling work, and quite frankly, all she wanted to do was sleep. She grumbled to herself about the unfairness of it all while she grabbed the first book her hands touched.

"Granger?" The quiet voice startled her into a standing position. Then came the anger.

"Zabini, unless you want to be jinxed until your own mother wouldn't recognize you, I suggest you leave."

"I wanted to apologize." She finally turned to the speaker and saw him in a rather odd position. He was doubled up and holding his arm.

"It's not me you should apologize to," she replied coldly. Then she noticed the invisibility cloak he had around his feet, "Is that Harry's?"

Blaise looked startled before he kicked the material away, to rest by a bookshelf. He looked at her with fire in his eyes, "I meant, I would like to apologize in advance."

"What?"
"Imperio! Stupefy!" And Hermione Granger knew no more.

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"HARRY POTTER HAS SIGHTED THE SNITCH! IS HE? YES HE IS! HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! THE SCORE IS FINAL AT 290 TO 20! THIS HAS TO BE THE SHORTEST GAME IN HOGWARTS QUIDDITCH HISTORY! GRYFFINDOR WINS!"

"He's just a bit enthusiastic isn't he? I mean when hasn't Potter got the snitch," Draco grumbled as he stomped into the Slytherin locker room. He quickly changed and stomped out.

"Hey Draco! We lost Blaise!" Pansy and Theodore came running across the lawn to meet him.

Draco looked up sharply, "What? What happened?'

"When we got to the Infirmary, we woke him up and he just looked at us before leaping up and grabbing his wand. He shouted, "Where is she?" and then grabbed the cloak we got from Potter and ran off. What are we going to do!" Pansy wailed.

"Calm down. We'll just tell Snape that Blaise has gone missing and-,"

"No need Mr. Malfoy," Draco whipped around to find his Head of House staring at him, "That's quite an interesting tale. Do tell us more."

Draco paled as he saw the Hogwarts staff minus Dumbledore and McGonagall behind him.

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"Where could she have gone!" Ron was panicking. He couldn't find Hermione and he really, really needed to find her.

"How are we supposed to know? We were all at the game," Ginny scowled at her brother as Neville and Luna watch him pace back and forth.

Harry let out an exasperated sigh before stepping in front of Ron. Ron halted inches away from his friend and glared at him, "Look Ron, we know she went to the Library so all we have to do is ask the Creevey brothers if their cameras noticed anything out of the ordinary."

"They did Harry," Dennis spoke up from across the common room. The brothers looked grim. The motioned him over, "Take a look at this." The pointed to a fuzzy miniature screen and they watched a figure point a wand at Hermione and watched her tumble to the ground.

"But, she's the best witch of the year! She wouldn't be taken like that!" Ron protested. He had apparently joined in the watching.

Harry groaned. This had to be the worst day ever, "She's not invincible Ron. She's extremely susceptible to the Imperious curse. You know she was never any good at Soul magic."

Ron's mouth flew open in protest but Ginny interceded, "Protest all you want Ron, but she's apparently been kidnapped. No one besides the student and staff can get in here without an invitation so it had to be one among us that took her."

Neville frowned, "Well, who wasn't at the game?"

Luna looked timidly at them all, "Er, well, Blaise Zabini was in the infirmary, but he's laid up isn't he?"

Harry stood, "Let's go notify McGonagall."

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"How does she get herself into these things?" Snape muttered to himself as he hurried toward the Headmaster's office.

"Sherbet drops," he muttered to the gargoyle and waited for it to let him through. He flew up the steps and flung open the door without waiting for permission, "Headmaster! Hermione is missing! I can't feel her anymore…"

His voice trailed off as he noticed the Order of the Phoenix and the Gryffindor and Slytherin seventh years staring at him. A faint blush washed over his cheeks, "Ahem, that is to say, Miss Granger is apparently not on the premises." He ducked his head and strode to an empty chair.

"Now that Professor Snape has been notified, we are all here. Blaise Zabini and Hermione Granger have gone missing. Would anyone like to venture a guess as to why?" Dumbledore looked at them all.

Kingsley spoke up, "Sir, do you think that Zabini might have kidnapped Hermione? It is possible with what happened recently with Luna."

Luna flushed as all eyes turned to her. Draco uttered a disgusted snort, "Look, Blaise was in no condition to kidnap the Gryffindor know-it-all. Right guys?" Theodore and Pansy nodded. Theodore frowned suddenly.

"Wait a minute. When we were there he did ask where a girl was. But we didn't have time to answer him because he just took off with Potter's cloak."

"I knew it! You did have my cloak! Gah! You're insufferable! You didn't really have to sit there say that shit just to get me to open my mind for you to root around in! Jeez, come on now!" Harry had burst out of his chair and was now pointing a shaky finger at the Slytherin sitting next to him.

"Oh yeah! Like a Gryffindor would ever help a slimy Slytherin!" Theodore stood up and shot back, a sneer evident in his voice, "After all, we're just sneaky Death Eaters right!"

Harry sneered right back, "Whatever Theo, darling," he snapped, putting a sarcastic edge to his last word, "That doesn't have anything to do with this! For one, I'm not my father! For two, everyone freaking knows that Sanasamache can't deny each other anything! What are you, stupid!"

"Oh that's rich coming from you!" Theo snarled. The people sitting in Dumbledore's office were gobsmacked as they looked on at the heated fight.

Pretty soon, the shock turned to amusement and Sirius began to quietly snicker, "Hey! HEY!"

The two bickering people rounded on him, "WHAT!"

Sirius smacked a hand over his mouth as the laughter began to bubble out, "You guys really, really, need to find a room." He doubled over as the horrified expressions around him and howled.

Remus stood and looked apologetically around, "I apologize for his behavior, he's just had cake." He grabbed the poker stick next to the fire, grasped it tightly and gave Sirius a smack upside the head.

"Ow! What was that for!" Sirius glared at his lover as his laughter abruptly stopped.

Remus just stared at him before pointing to a chair, "Sit. Now."

Sirius huffed before complying, "Moving on," He made motion with his fingers. More than one person was muffling laughter. Severus suddenly felt something snap.

"AM I THE ONLY ONE HERE WHO'S WORRIED ABOUT HERMIONE!" He bellowed. He didn't care when everyone turned to stare at him. He didn't care that he wasn't acting like he should be. All he cared about was getting back his Hermione and making sure was safe. Nothing else mattered. He waited for someone to answer him. No one did, "Fine," he sneered at the surrounding faces, "I'll go and find her, rescue her and bring her back and no one will stop me." He promptly tapped into their bond, figured out where she was and disappeared from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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Severus reappeared in a dark room and immediately paled. This was the Dark Lord's innermost dungeon and that Hermione was here terrified him. He looked around trying to pinpoint her location and paled further at the blood coating one side of the dungeon wall. That would explain why he had been transported here instead of where she actually was, most of her blood was here.

He searched for a door and found it. He barely touched the doorknob before it flew open and a multitude of Death Eaters flooded the cold, dank dungeon.

"Well, well, Severus Snape has found out after all," An aristocratic voice floated out of a masked and hooded being.

Snape's blood ran cold, "Lucius. What's happened here?"

Snape got the impression that the Death Eater's were smirking at him, "The same thing that happened last summer Snapey-poo," Snape's blood turned to ice at the sound of the cruel voice that belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange, "We had a little fun with Potter's mudblood."

Snape didn't know exactly what happened next but he remembered a rage that had filled him and turned his sight red, "What did you do to her." It was not a question and Severus felt waves of fear flow from the gathered Death Eaters, "Where is she?" No one seemed inclined to inform him and he snarled with rage, "MOVE!" His magic, for the first time in twenty years, came unleashed and blew back all of the Death Eaters as he stepped forward then he ran and hoped to any god that could hear him that his lady's soul was safe.

He had found out long ago that whenever he was near Hermione he could sense her, on all levels. He was certain that he could find her as well. He was right. He felt her about a hundred yards away from the dungeon. He felt his magic leave him and rush toward the woman he loved, with all he had in him, behind the door. He suddenly didn't know what to do. How could he, Severus Snape, evil bat of the dungeons, consider saving a Gryffindor from the most evil being of all time? He knew the answer as soon as he asked himself. Hermione was his reason for being. The tender moments that they shared, far and few between, their arguments, their fights, their sharing, it was all worth it. He knew he loved Hermione Granger and that was enough.

He burst through the door, all hesitation forgotten as he sighted his love on an altar right in front of him. He made a dash for the altar, where Hermione was glowing slightly. He cursed as he saw the symbol that appeared over her head. He had to get to her quick, before any more Death Eaters, or worse, Voldemort, came. Then the worst happened. He heard the cold, silky voice that had haunted him since he was a teenager.

"Severus, Severus, did you really think you could slip by me?"

Severus paled and slowly turned around as he enforced his mental shields, "Voldemort."

Voldemort's face twisted into a mask of rage, "You will address me as Lord Voldemort, Severus. I am your master, no one else holds sway over you but me."

Severus thought quickly. He had to get to Hermione and he had one chance. God, he hoped he didn't die, "My lord," he started pleasantly, "Yet I've heard you also go by Tom."

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Well shit. That did the trick, Severus thought as he ducked the green beam. Then he gulped as he realized the gravity of the situation. He turned and sprinted for the altar.

"DO NOT TURN AWAY FROM ME! CRUCIO!"

Severus fell with a tormented scream. Voldemort swooped down on him and grinned nastily, "Thought you could save the mudblood did you Severus? EXPELLIARMUS! SECTUMSEMPRA!"

Severus flew through the air at the combined force of the disarming and cutting curse. He groaned as he hit the far wall and crumpled to the floor. He gazed around blearily through a haze of pain. He could see Hermione, barely, but he could also feel her. And for the first time in nearly two decades he opened his mind fully and dove into hers and wrapped himself around her. Hermione, he called into the fog that shrouded her mind. He vaguely felt two more cutting curses bite into his flesh. Sanasamache, are you here?

I have been called? The figure that drifted through the fog couldn't have been less than a Grecian goddess in Severus' eyes. She was glowing faintly, as if the highest deity in the universe had blessed her.

My mate, I need you here. We need to get help; we need to help each other. We must escape and free you from the chains that bind you.

I do not wish to be chained, no. You are mine, yes?

Yes.

Come here my love, you are to be blessed. The inner Hermione held out her arms, the sleeves slowly drifting to the ground. She swayed in her toga-like dress as she moved to enfold him into her arms. Light started to blaze around him as he felt more curses hitting his corporeal body. He winced at the thought of his bruised body.

Do not worry, my love, they will be punished. Severus decided he liked that idea and moved to wrap his arms around the inner Hermione.

Where am I needed? He gestured to the image of Voldemort, and Hermione on the altar.

This is where we are needed, but first I must release you chains. Severus delved deep into her mind and observed the darkly pulsing chains that wrapped around Hermione's conscious mind. To have been able to reach him in this state was remarkable, and his academic mind started to whirl with possibilities. He shoved that aside and concentrated on removing the chains.

First, he looked for the figurative key that fit into the lock. When he didn't find that, he looked for the figurative combination. He didn't find that either. Then something brushed his mind. It was a memory. It was a memory of torture.

"So mudblood, what do you think of your little heroic friends now?" Older Zabini sneered and laughed at her defeated expression. She just looked at him, and then spoke.

"They will save me."

Zabini sneered again and backhanded her, "Quiet bitch, I didn't give you permission to speak."

"Zabini are you done? I want to have a go," It was Rosier, Evan Rosier. Severus paled as he watched the memory Rosier step forward. Rosier was known for his cruel behavior against women and girls almost into adulthood.

"Sure Rosier, just don't break any bones this time. And a word to the wise, while we don't need a virgin for the ritual, quit spilling so much blood. Bella is complaining about clean-up and we need the girl alive." Zabini nodded and stepped out of the dank, dimly lit room.

Hermione looked on in utter terror at the man before her. Rosier's face split into a wide grin, filled with malice, "Did you miss me darling? I missed you…" he continued in this vein for quite a while as Severus continued to watch in a tortured suspense. He didn't close his eyes when Rosier laid the whip on the table, nor when he tore off Hermione's clothes and proceeded to whip every bit of skin he could reach. Severus continued to watch as Hermione was whipped, beaten, healed, raped, then whipped again. He was horrified at what was happening and was powerless to stop it.

He didn't realize he was crying until he vanished from the memory. He stared at the floating thing until he grasped it gently with his mind, shaped it into a key and fit it into the lock on the chains. Hermione my love, it is time to awaken.

Professor? Why are you, oh wait, I was captured again wasn't I?

The inner Hermione looked at him and gave a sad smile as she vanished into the conscious mind of Hermione. He was pulled from her mind and securely wrapped himself in his mental shields as he returned to his own body. He felt the tears and the pain almost immediately. As he stood up shakily he noticed that Voldemort was no longer cursing him, but rather staring in shock at the altar.

Snape moaned as he felt all the pain his body was going through. He was bleeding and bruised and, and he had to get to Hermione! With the last vestiges of his strength he ran for the altar and grabbed Hermione. She was also bleeding and bruised somehow, yet she still wore the toga-like dress. He willed his wand to him, grabbed it, and dug for the portkey in his pocket that would take him to where ever the headmaster was.

Voldemort, however, seemed to be in shock and wasn't moving. Severus took this as a miracle as he activated the portkey. He held onto Hermione tightly as they spun around and around then crash-landed. He was expecting to see Dumbledore's office, yet when he opened his eyes, he saw gaping students and tables instead. They had landed in the middle of the Great Hall. He closed his eyes and mentally cursed Lady Luck.

At that moment however, he was more worried about his Hermione than his own health, so all he said was, "Voldemort. Hermione is hurt. Help her, please," and passed out.

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Stares in shock Sweet Jesus! That was freaking long! Ah well, ya'll deserve it, I haven't written in over a half a year. Hope you liked.

Ciao!

Lady