Time in a bottle

Final battle part 2

Previously...

'I suppose we owe you an explanation son.' 

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Draco's face paled at that statement...confusion, and disbelief quickly twisting into anger.  He swatted away Hermione's hand quickly, scowling at the uncharacteristic closeness the muggleborn had displayed towards him.

'Don't you dare touch me, and stop touching her!' he yelled

Narcissa, intent on verbally chastising her son, began to step forward, when Hermione stopped her, with a sure hand on her shoulder and silent shake of her head.

'Easy Cissy, this is a lot for him to take in.  Perhaps a stroll to our favorite spot would be a better place for this conversation?'  She spoke to her beautiful blonde. Narcissa looked around at the onlookers and nodded in agreement. 

'Son, come with us, let us not make a further scene.' Narcissa called out to Draco. 

Onlookers had begun murmuring louder, if they weren't mistaken  at least one flash of a magical camera had gone off during their displays of affection and turmoil.

As if just realizing where and with whom he was, ever the cunning Slytherin he reluctantly agreed and followed his mother and former classmate towards the Black Lake. 

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The unlikely trio had just left the area when Ron finally exploded.

'What in the BLOODY HELL JUST HAPPENED!?!?'

Harry having been privy to the brunette's long time feelings for the blonde woman, and was happy for his friend.  As to the particulars of what had just happened...

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Flashback to the boat house during the great battle...

'You have your mother's eyes...' Professor Snape cupped the boy's cheek kindly before he lost consciousness. 

Harry began crying over the loss of the often prickly potions professor...

'Wait,' he thought

' The Half-Blood Prince....Snape!!! Mione!!! Help me look for potions!! Any self-respecting potions professor would always have some potions on him!!'  Harry cried out.

Hermione dropped to her knees on the other side of her best mate, digging frantically into the man's robes.  Eventually finding what she hoped were blood replenishing potions and snake-bite-cure-all, she administered the potions. 

The Golden Trio sat around the prone man crying softly.  Minutes felt like hours, wounds magically stitching themselves back together, when a sudden huge gasp for air filled the room.

'My boy!  Harry my boy, Mia!'  More tears flowed from the almost deceased dark man. 'Quick take them'. Snape said

Both Hermione and Harry collected the second set of memory tears, confused at the man's words, but discounting it as just jumbled nonsense from a deeply injured man.

'Ron, can you take him to where Madame Pomfrey is hiding the wounded.  Voldemort mustn't know he is still alive.'

'Yeah, alright'. Ron said as he dropped to one knee placing his hand on Severus.