Torment (Snamione)

Part 12

 Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter world, which is trademarked by J. K. Rowling. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made from it.  

A/N: From now on the story isn't beta-edited, so English in the story will downgrade significantly. Sorry about that.

Lost! He lost all that day. He gained the world that day. He designated himself for eternal loneliness... except... he wasn't alone now! A presence. Female presence, but not her. Another female. And she was there, in his memory, with him. In his head. The pain, sure there was a pain but the reaction to it was not his. He is used to pain. Curiosity which was misplaced. And panic, the need to... break the contact. The female is still present, here, drifting in the darkness with him. He can't see her, she is familiar, but only just. Past lover? No! She is in pain, panicked, afraid of him... nothing new. And yet, she is so concerned for him; she holds him in high regard. But Merlin, her mind... it is in shambles, a mess! And it produces thoughts. Conscious! Alive! The female is alive! So he is alive then too. Not hell then, just his mind, that is comforting and aggravating. No walls! The female mind is panicked and in pain. But how... Assaulted! He is assaulted! Violated! She is in his mind!

'Out! Get the fuck out of my head!' screams his mind and he pushes hard, he pushes her out. Alone! He is alone and alive. But why? And how? Who is she? Why is her mind so disorganised, she is knowledgeable too? Who. Is. She?

~ S ~ S ~ S ~

Harry and Malfoy jumped when Hermione rolled to the floor with a loud thud. For the past five or six hours they could do nothing but watch. Hermione was frozen in that bizarre position, shaking good part of the time. Snape was moaning (!) occasionally or hissing. Harry thought it was disturbing, but then the whole situation was disturbing. He should have asked Hermione what was she planning, press her more. He so much gets used to following her instruction, never, not once he thought that at one point she will need his help. Malfoy was like a statue. Mute. Angry. Worried. He was watching them with unbroken attention. Now he kneeled next to Hermione

"Put her on the sofa. Let me see what happened." That snapped him from his trance

"Why is she crying?"

"I have no idea Potter, your friend was crazy enough to do what she did. You are familiar with the saying about playing with fire... are you not?"

He nodded, dumbly, placing Hermione on the bed. Malfoy was still kneeling, he opened her eyes, same way Hermione was doing to Snape and gaze into them. Look on Malfoy's face was pure disgust like he was touching something absolutely vile, he wished he could punch him. Poppy was on the door, she checks on Snape's vitals and waits patiently. Finally, Malfoy raised his eyes to them, releasing Hermione hastily

"She was just stuck in memory, Calming Drouth will suffice." Without the word, Poppy moved to follow his advice

"Why is she crying like this?"

"It was not a pleasant memory, Potter."

"Why is she holding her hand? The scar from Bellatrix!"

"Is on her right hand, she is holding her left hand." Malfoy raise with a hiss and huff

"Then why?" he grabbed him by the sleeve

"Because, Potter, this," Malfoy hissed, tugging on his left sleeve and exposing paled Dark Mark "did not come without the price and it wasn't walk in the park. Now release me, I want to see if she caused any damage. Start praying."

He released him and Malfoy hobbled to Snape's bed. Harry sat next to Hermione, cradling her in his arms and rocking her gently. She was his chosen sister, his only family, and he didn't pay attention to her at all. He was watching as Malfoy's shoulders slumped in relaxation