Let Me Fly Away
Chapter 28 of 40
AuretteSeverus conducts a ritual to seal off an area for the girl to practice in. Hermione is unprepared for the effects of Blood magic.
ReviewedThanks to Astopperindeath for the final beta
I entered the room and found everyone in there. Chairs had been brought in from other rooms, and everyone had a place to sit. Only Severus was standing near a table set up by the door. He didn't look at me when I came in, but I saw a blush of color spread across his cheeks as I stopped and gave him an appraising stare. He tinkered with the implements he had set out and set the vial of blood off to one side. I kept up my stare, and he ducked his head down, allowing his hair to slide forward over his shoulders and obscure his face. All that I could see was his nose peeking out. I clicked my tongue and walked away.
Viktor had a seat open for me, and I nodded to him as I sat down next to him.
"Are you alright?" he asked, looking at my face intently.
"Yes, just been a long day."
He took my hand and gave it a squeeze and then let go. I gave him a weak smile and then looked up at Severus who had turned around. His face was ashen, but at the moment, I didn't have the energy to care. He had been nasty to me off and on all day, and I couldn't think why. Was this really what I had signed up for?
Severus raised his arms to the room and started a long low incantation. I couldn't make out the words, but I could feel the magic pulsing around the large open space.
"He is powerful, that one," whispered Viktor in my ear. "This is a Dark spell, but one can feel his control. An admirable ally you haff there."
I looked hard at my admirable ally. He had done so much for me. He had given me so much. He had made me feel so much. He was ready to throw his life away in a wild bid for my freedom. So why was he being so nasty to me? Had I done something wrong? I thought back to when it all had gone pear-shaped. Our last good moment was in the foyer before the meeting. I thought about our kiss and realized something had been off then too. His kiss had been needy, almost demanding. I thought back to the moment just before the kiss and remembered thinking he needed reassurance. Could that be it? I hadn't given him enough? Perhaps he needed to hear more? But if that was true, then would it be in his personality to be nasty for the rest of the day? To stab my thumb like that? Good grief. If he was going to stab me for a lack of praise, what would he do in the future if I ruined the roast? I found I was starting to panic. My breath was coming in short gasps, and I felt a scream clawing its way up my throat.
"Easy, Herm-own-ninny. It is Dark magic, your blood is tied to it. You are safe." Viktor started to rub my back and croon soft words in Bulgarian.
I darted my eyes to him, and his words sounded reassuring, but I found I didn't believe them. I looked at Snape, and he looked suddenly demonic to me. His head was thrown back, and his hands moved with an almost sickly grace, while he whirled his wand through the correct motions and clutched the vial of blood in the other.
Finding it hard to turn my head, I forced myself to look around the room. Ruby was cradled in Charlie's arms sobbing, and Nott was holding Peaches while rubbing furious circles on Dusty's back. Ma had her arms around Nadia and Angel, and as I looked around, I saw that the other men in the room were also trying to console as many women as they could get their arms around. A small analytical portion of my brain realized I might have missed a few preparatory comments while having my talk with Charlie, but it was soon overwhelmed by the fear clutching at my throat.
Severus's voice climbed higher, and now I felt the room pressing on me in waves of crippling sadness. I was overwhelmed with the sudden memories of everything that I had lost. I whimpered, and Viktor pulled me into an embrace. I flung myself into his arms and wrapped myself around him like a vine but could find no comfort. I twisted my head to look at Severus, my one true source of comfort in all these years of pain. Our eyes met, and he looked at me with such devastation as he shouted out the finale of his Dark spell. Viktor pulled me back tightly into his embrace, and Severus's eyes filled with pain as he shouted out a final word and spun. With a sudden violence, he smashed his hand holding the vial against the lintel of the door. I saw blood splatter and knew it was more than what had been in the vial. The room was flooded with a red light that seemed to become a part of the walls. Wind kicked up as the red light raced across the walls of the room, condensing as it shrank towards the door, towards Severus, towards where he still held his bleeding hand pressed against the top of the doorframe. I screamed.
Severus turned and looked back at me with a frantic look on his face, and Viktor clamped his arms around me even tighter. The last of the red light seemed to detonate and explode outward across the walls again. It was more of a pressure building up in my ears than a sound, and Severus turned back and raised his wand and started to chant again. The bleeding light halted its progress and shrank back until it was all contained under his hand. I felt my ears pop, and then the room was calm. It seemed lighter, almost as if gravity had been affected. I watched as Severus lowered his hand and saw blood. I struggled to get out of Viktor's arms, and when he released me, I jumped up off the couch. Everyone was crowding in towards the doorway, and I realized I could not get to him in time. I would not be the first one to see to his safety and comfort. For some reason, this broke me, and I fled. Running to the rear of the room, I raced up the back stairs to the attic.
I ran to my little bed and flung myself down on it and cried. It was all too much. Whatever spell that was had grabbed a hold of my emotions and raced around my world until I was at the mercy of every dark thought and feeling I had ever had, and then with that pop, it had left me feeling deeply disoriented and unimaginably confused.
The sound of boots alerted me, and I pushed myself up, hoping it would be Severus. It wasn't. Viktor came over and sat down beside me. The little bed groaned under his weight.
He reached out and took my hand.
"Are you alright?"
"No. No, I am really not alright."
"I am here for you; you do not haff to be alright yet. We can take some time to sit here and not be alright together, yes?"
I smiled.
"Are the other girls alright?"
"No, they do not vant to be alright yet either, I am thinking. It has been a very emotional day, and no one vas in the best shape for Dark arts or Blood magic. Not even your Snape. He vas very powerful, very impressive, but he lost control there at the end, no? I think he vill be feeling the taint for a few hours yet. But he vill be fine once the backlash dissipates."
He smiled warmly, as if with his whole soul.
"So now you haff a room you ladies can work magic in, yes? This is a good thing." I nodded, and he nodded back as if encouraging me to give him a bigger nod. I smiled again and squeezed his hand. He pulled at a lock of my hair.
"So here is your bushy head. These rooms, they do not haff the charms on them. Is this vere you sleep?" I nodded. "Foolish, all those rooms and they made you sleep in these little beds like camping. And is this your blanket?"
"We were not employees, Viktor; we were prisoners. This room was a reminder of that."
"Vell, you vill not be sleeping here anymore. I am hearing Agatha say that you can take any rooms in this east wing. So vee vill leef this place." He stood up and lifted me up by my hand. "Are there things that you vant in here? I vill bring them."
I looked back at my little bed that had been the only place I had all to myself for five years.
"No, I kept nothing."
He gently wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in.
"If you let me, Her-my-ownee, I vill give you things to keep. I vill take you from this place and give you a home, and I vill make sure that after vee haff von, you vill never haff a fear again."
Tears filled my eyes. It sounded so wonderful, and it was everything I wanted, but with someone else. I opened my mouth to answer but stopped when I heard something at the door. Both of us turned to look but there was nothing there.
"That is a beautiful thing to hear, Viktor..."
"But?" he said tilting his head. I nodded sadly.
"But." I replied.
"Can he keep you safe?"
"He has taken a vow to do so."
"Ah. I see." He hugged me gently. "He is strong, that vun. You vill be safe. But if not, you vill call me, yes?"
"I can't really answer that."
"That's is okay. Maybe you vill answer that another day, yes?"
"Viktor?"
"Yes?"
"How long have you been able to say my name correctly?"
"I am not understanding you, Herm-own-ninny," he said with a perfectly straight face. I laughed quietly just as Dusty came into the room.
"Hey, what did you say to Snape, Princess?" she asked while pulling things out from under her bed. "He almost knocked me down the stairs just now."
It only took me a second to replay what part of the conversation was interrupted by a noise out in the hallway.
"Oh!" I cried as Viktor opened his arms and let me fly away.
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Latest 25 Reviews for The Princess of Gryffindor
597 Reviews | 6.94/10 Average
I agree with Mick42 in the sense that I don't like the Voldemort won/everyone's dead/Hermione's a whore stories. I avoid them like the plague. I decided to give this one a go based on the reviews. I was very, very skeptical. There were aspects to the writing that I didn't like, such as it being written in first person, but the memorial scene alone made it well worth the read. I may have shed a tear (or 10).
Wow...just wow. Now I know why all of these other reviewers have shed a tear. I am a mess. Still smiling tho'! Captivating read. Kudos!
Yay, all finished. It's been a while since I've read this, so I had forgotten a lot of the details in the ending chapters, but I still love it as much as I did the first time I read it. You have my in tears reading the end couple of chapters now, but that's terribly easy to do to a pregnant woman, so don't worry too much lol.
I just love Snape, have I ever mentioned that? I do. And it's stuff like this in stories- him vowing to protect Hermione- that make me love him even more..
This is one I've read before, on ffnet I think, but I have to read it here too, it just seems impossible not to reread your favorite stories when you come across them somewhere. The bonus is that you already know you love the story, even if you can't remember all the details between point A and A.D.
My dear Aurette,I have spent half of yesterday and all of today re-reading this unbelievable story. Half of the time, I've been a sobbing, sopping mess - when S&H were gathering forces and found people who were still alive, the whole Harry and Ron speaking to Hermione from the great beyond, the memorial scene (holy crap, talk about sobbing!), reuniting with Minerva's ghost, and the list goes on. I love the plot of the story. I love your numerous OCs. I love how the young DEs revolt. I love how forces from all sides join together to fight the Dark Lord. I love the romance between S&H. I love how utterly vulnerable he is to her, and she to him. I love how wizarding society hero-worships Snape in the end. I love So Many Things about this story. If my heart could take it, I'd start it all over again, but I really wasn't exaggerating when I said I was sobbing half the time I was reading. This might sound odd, but reading this today, US Memorial Day, just makes it seem even more poignant. But I do think it's honoring to RL sacrifices by reading about fictional ones. Thank you so much for this absolutely wonderful story, and for giving me such an enjoyable (if teary and snotty) way to spend my day off.Love,Christev
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
{{{hugs}}}What a beautiful thing to say. I am deeply touched and honored. Thank you, Christev.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
{{{hugs}}}What a beautiful thing to say. I am deeply touched and honored. Thank you, Christev.
Heartbreaking and wonderful and worth rereading. Thank you for sharing this.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I'm so glad you enjoyed. ;-)
Just re-read this and had to mention: Best Epilogue Ever. Why couldn't you have given JK a few pointers? ;-p
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
LOL! She never asked... Thank you!
I've just flown through the last several chapters, held in thrall to this story! This is just genius, you know, starting at a place of total desolation - this terrible post-war dystopia - and taking all the elements from DH (the prophecy from Severus, the Hallows, even walking beside the dead and moving with them before returning to earth - thanks particularly for including Draco with the others), using them as they were meant to be used, finding another way of stopping Voldemort and reenvisioning a new world in the aftermath.
And I love seeing Snape marked as the Man Who Lived! And a father! And the Minister! (And that proposal? Mmm-hmm... clearly, he has caught on to everything Hermione's been teaching him!)
You strike such a great balance between comedy and high drama. It's such a pleasure to read.
Oh, Goyle. Goyles will be Goyles, I suppose!"I think you have just been metaphorically peed on." Oh, I love this line... particularly since Severus' possessiveness towards Hermione is such a strong part of his character (which is why his reluctant willingness to 'share' Hermione rather than lose her was SO terribly shocking).
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Thank you! And I think, by his behavior in this chapter, you can see he tacitly took those words... back.
Response from ofankoma (Reviewer)
Oh, absolutely! That's what's so marvelous to see in this Snape. He acts impulsively so often, and then immediately knows that it's not what he really wanted, and is slowly learning to keep it all in check as he accepts the fact that she really loves him and that he's truly safe with her.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Hannah and Neville! Woo-hoo! (You can just feel the little triumphs along the way - things are getting brighter all the time!) And the lack of trust between all parties involved... yes, that feels completely, completely believable.(Also,I don't know that I've ever met an original character that I've liked, but Peaches is fantastic. Just fantastic. You make me change my mind on a lot of things, I think...)
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I intentionally started this tale as dark as I could make it, and then slowly let the light in. Neville and Hannah were such a beacon of hope...
Ah, the trust between the two as they examine the girls! And her red robes... yes, I imagine Severus doesn't want Hermione in anything less than a high-necked robe in front of her old beau.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Trust is something they thought they had, but as you can see, they are both too emotionally unsophisticated to not end up with issues.
Whoa, whoa, whoa... Elder Goyle and Ma are two revelations here, aren't they? As for the former, it really makes me wonder (again and again) what Voldemort's plan was 'when' he won. Why cheat Death if you have nothing to live for? For someone as hypothetically long-sighted as he was (looking to an eternity of power and control over the wizarding world), he's remarkably short-sighted here (what do you do now that you've won?). You raise all sorts of fascinating questions here. And Ma, with the Veritaserum? Grand.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Ma was intended to just be a stock vilain, but she elbowed her way toward three dimentional. I was very happy with the way she worked out.
The robes! Wonderful, wonderful, all around, from Hermione's comfort in them and the note exchange.Charlie and Viktor? You're really getting things moving here, aren't you? Momentum. You're really a master with creating a momentum that just pulls a reader through the story. I don't mean just here, but everything I've read up til now - it's so well paced and unfolds so naturally. In case I haven't said this in a chapter or two, thanks so much for sharing this.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I was very attuned to the pacing of this tale. It was my very first mult-chaptered fic and getting the pacing down right was one of my primary concerns. Thank you so much for reviewing it!
Hooray! I love what you've done with Theo Nott. The second guessing and the regret shows how easy it was for misguided, then-ambivalent people to latch on to Voldemort's coat tails. (Cloak tails?) Very like Severus at that age, no?You're also hilarious, but I suspect you know that. "Conjure myself some decent clothes?" FABULOUS.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Exactly! I saw Theo as not being wildly different from young Snape, just perhaps a bit more entitled. I am so glad you liked this.
Wow. There are so many things I love, love, love in this chapter. First off, the relationship between Severus and the Malfoys. (Ach, and the horror of their deaths!) Next, Dumbledore's attitude. I, for one, have a tendency to vilify the man. Reading the repentance he shows here makes me rethink a lot of things about him. (So thank you for challenging me!) But you're right - we have a lot of evidence in DH that there are many unspoken things in his past that explain his present actions. And, of course, it's just a relief to see that he finally has someone to tell all this to, someone who will care for him and stand by him through it all. This is just wonderful, and I'm completely loving your writing and this story!
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I also have a tendancy to vilify Dumbledore, but I know that was never JKR's intention, so every so often I try and reset my thinking. Then I backslide. lol.
There are so many reasons I love this story... wonderful narrative flow, seamless incorporation of canon devices (Hallows! Can't wait to see them in action!), a fresh perspective on the nature of evil in the Voldemort regime, a place to see regrets worked out and atoned for.But the single greatest reason why this is so fabulous is your clear vision of your characters. What we know of them from JKR is fleshed out so beautifully here, and it's not a happy-go-lucky, cleaned up and sanitized version of the very broken people we know (and love), but a hard look at the mistakes they make and how they learn together to move on and forgive one another in a much deeper understanding of who the other really is.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
This chapter was my impetus for writing the whole fic. I wanted to get to this scene. Of course, once I did, I then had a Ministry to over throw... lol.
Oh, now that's interesting... incorporating the Hallows? I think this means we'll get to see some action from the Elder Wand (killing Voldemort?), the Resurrection Stone (Harry and Ron?), and the Invisibility Cloak (I have no idea on this one... it's useful in so many ways). I can't wait to see where they lead!
Severus' thoughts on the ambition of Voldemort five years out are interesting... it certainly does make you wonder - what would Tom have done had he won? Did he have a plan in place? I mean, the fear of ignominious death aside, what was really motivating his actions? What did he envision for the Wizarding world?
There's much that I enjoy in this chapter... the way they recognize each other as being, really, the only people left on earth (that we know of so far) who can really see one another is fantastic. Antarctica banter with penguins! 'Whoever had broken this man deserved to burn in hell.'What I found myself wishing I had here was Hermione's musings on her own sexual history. Was she a virgin before she was enslaved here? I found I wanted this when she first talked about her position as a whore with Snape as well... I just want it sometime. (Maybe it's coming up later? We'll see!) There seems to be space for her to say that she's still a virgin (so to speak) with a great deal of this as well. And defend her innocence. Since she never kissed Ron in the final battle (AU breaks off earlier here, right?), has she even been kissed?
Response from ofankoma (Reviewer)
(Because Severus very well may be right in trying to stop her... for her own peace of mind, certainly, and for the fact that she's been traumatised for years there. Another sexual experience now may not be helpful on the road to recovery, and he'd certainly be remiss if he didn't know the situation before letting her have her way with him...)
The harpsichord? That's hilarious. Does she tune it herself, as well? All the descriptions of this place add up to a bizarre, depressing, garish nightmare. It's like everyone tossed in their leftovers and out popped a brother, or several people's lives just vomited out all their extras on the (Voldemort-run) street.
Ah, Draco. I'm sad to hear he's lost. I have a soft spot for him as one of the people who gave Severus a will to go on in HBP and DH. I would have liked seeing your Snape deal with him.
That last long paragraph on the enigma of Snape? Spot on. It sums up why he's such a fascinating character in canon: powerful and powerless, beautiful and ugly, lauded and humiliated. The ambiguity of him is so rich, and not in the Dumbledore 'we sort too soon' sort of way, claiming that he's truly a Gryffindor at heart merely because he's on the side of good.
As to protection, well, that's another one of the strongest themes attached to him in canon, isn't it? He's constantly fighting to protect people - even people he despises -and he prepares them all to do the same. Your Hermione's a lucky girl...
Well done, you.
Hmm... "I, too, practice self-denial?" I think he might practice a few kinds of denial here, since he did just move to kiss her. (Of course, perhaps poor Severus doesn't know any better. He missed out on the 'What not to do whilst visiting a whorehouse' lesson in finishing school.) I greatly appreciate a post-DH Snape who doesn't know what to do with a woman... after all, when you poke around in canon, it seems fairly obvious that his social calendar was empty.
I also enjoy the dynamic you're setting up between Hermione and Peaches, the latter of whom is clearly in control of her own destiny in a way that Hermione just isn't... yet.
And...Harry and Ron? What?!?
Oh, gravy! Lime-green peignoirs and silver mules? This is a high class establishment poor Hermione's stuck in. (Although the lime-green clothing is oddly reminiscent of St. Mungo's...)
I love a phrase like "She floated in like a frigate in full sail." Really, the oppressing shabbiness of the place is overwhelming. I'm so very wary of new characters, so I'm really hoping I will like yours... Peaches, maybe yes? Ma, maybe no. Unless we do know Ma or Angel already and they're just under aliases like the Princess?
Drinking Cocoa enticed me back here to revisit this wonderful, deep, rich tale once again, when I should be doing my own writing and in other ways getting the heap of papers on my desk cleared and sorted (not to mention getting to bed at a decent hour). But, no, I had to swallow this beautiful work whole once again, rediscovering all its complexities and marvels, emotions and heatbreak, fascinations and intricacies. And it is now nearly 2am, and I can at last climb into my solitary little bed, wrapped in the warmth of some quite satisfying and delicious writing. Thank you.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I thank you, truly, for your revisiting this story. Nothing is more satisfying than knowing it is apreciated on a second reading as well. :-)
I give it five years before Brilliant figures out how to spell that journal open and gets the shock of her young life hahahaha.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
LOL! Oh, that would be Brilliant! You need to write that fic!
Response from StarryEyedNoOne (Reviewer)
I haven't wrote HP fanfic since I was the age of a first year lol. I pray to any diety that's listening that NONE of it is still floating aroung out there. :-\
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
LOL! I understand. I once read that if you aren't embarrased by something you wrote a year ago, you are no longer growing as a writer. Hell, I get embarrassed over things I wrote last week...