Short Stories

Light

This is the second half to Darkness.

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"I am sorry Hermione."

Again Hermione had woken up in darkness.

Scared, and angry she began to feel around the dungeon. If she could figure out where the door was maybe she could think of a way to escape. She needed to get out of this predicament, the sooner the better.

She didn't think that Voldemort would keep her as a play thing for very long. Her screams would only bring him joy for a small amount of time. He would grow tired of her and feed her to the rabid dogs, otherwise known as the Death Eaters.

A shiver ran down her spine as the images of what they would do to her permeated her head. She needed to get out.

As she felt her way around the damp dungeon her mind couldn't help but wander to her friends. Wishing, praying to the gods that they were ok.

Growing up she didn't have many friends. People looked at her differently. She was smarter than most, her thought process was beyond the norm.

Her parents called her special, others called her odd. As she got older she knew she was both. When she got her letter from Hogwarts it had solidified her thought of being both.

Magic to her was something to study, research, and care for like a living thing. You had to feed it, water it, mold it, prune it and then watch it grow in to a powerful product of beauty.

That is exactly what she did. At first she didn't really want friends. Maybe study acquaintances, people to talk to about the ethics, history, and such about the classes she would take.

Books where her true friends. They built her up, they brought her comprehension of the world around her whether it be magic or muggle.

People, humans and such where the last things from her mind. So when two boys found there way in she had no idea what to do. She failed miserably at being a friend. She was bossy, and overbearing. Until that Halloween their first year when she almost died because of a troll.

She learned then that friendship was about, trust, patience, and sacrifice. That friendship she harvested that night, grew into more. No longer friends, they were family and not only was it about trust, patience, and sacrifice. It was also about love. A love that looked beyond everything else and it was an incredible place to be.

She needed to get back to that. To her chosen family. She knew she had done the right thing by erasing her parents memory of all things her. Knowing that they would never be her parents again. It was permanent spell, and those memories they had once shared, now only belong to her.

She slumped to the cold, moist floor. She could no longer feel the dampness of her residence. What she could feel was the light leaving her heart. Despair filling the void behind it.

"What can I do? Tell me!"

Hermione screamed in to the darkness. Her echoing words soon stopped. With the silence she could hear feet coming down the stairs to her door.

"Where are you mudblood?"

The voice again clawing at her brain. She knew what was next. Pain. Only pain.

Blinding light filled the room. Her eyes adjusted to the brightness. Before her like last time was Voldemort and Severus.

"Ah, mudblood. Today we are going to do something different. I will cause pain, Severus will heal you. I can't have you dying too soon."

His laugh engulfed her like sharp glass slicing the skin.

"Let us begin. Are you ready Severus?"

"Yes my Lord."

Still, even though she knew where he stood in the fight for good. His voice sounded like spinned silk. It soothed her mind and body.

"Sectumsempra"

She could feel the spell hit her then hot knifes began to slash at her body. He used the curse twice over before he allowed Severus to heal her.

She could hear him approach and kneel at her side.

"Vulnera Sanentur"

She could feel his magic flow over her skin as the healing spell mended her torn skin. She inhaled deeply and his scent over took her. The smell so powerful she could no longer smell the copper tint of blood from the dungeon and herself.

He smelled of sage, parchment, ink and dusty book. Her amortentia.

"Forgive me."

It was barely a whisper, as it ghosted across her ear.

"Diffindo"

The spell was said multipule times along her body. She could feel the blood seeping out of her body. Voldemort was very precise with his cuts. Making sure they went deep, but not deep enough to allow her to bleed out and meet death.

With each cut, a staccato scream would leave her lips. Then she would whimper, only to have the cycle repeat with each slice.

"Heal her. I am tired and want to rest. When you are done, make those potions."

Voldemort turned and left Severus with Hermione. Three long strides had him at her side again.

"Vulnera Sanentur"

He repeated the spell until she was healed. Taking a potion out of his pocket he had her drink it, a healing potion laced with a sleeping potion.

"I will get you out of here. Just give me two days."

She eyes closed with those promising words. The light dimming as she succumbed to sleep .

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Recommendation today is a story called:

Beautiful Disaster

This is a well written Drarry, that I will find myself reading again.

By:
hetaliary

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Always_Hufflepuff