Horror part 2 answers
1. Tossing Coins by silburygirl
2. The Trial of Severus Snape by apollinav
3. Wasting Away by death-ofme
4. Covet by VertiyEmory
5. Secrets by Indigofeathers
6. Our Story is How We Stood by lilith-morgana
7. The Flesh Menagerie by absolute-tash
8. Deviance by kizzy7
9. Sugar Quills by Melisande88
10. The Songless Throat by tangledaria
1. Right now, there are two people in the room with her, although they can't see each other. A redheaded woman sitting in the chair to her right, a dark-haired man perched on the bed, picking at the fuzz of the hospital blanket. If she concentrates, she can separate them, only seeing one of them with each eye.
It crosses her mind to ask whether or not Rose senses her brother, if she can see an indent in the mattress where he sits, or wonders why her mother keeps glancing towards her left.
She doesn't; such questions cut their visits short. Tossing Coins by silburygirl
2. “Come now,” a moderate voice from the chambers spoke. “You can’t ask open-ended questions with Veritaserum. She’s unable to say every instance he’s hurt her at once.”
Hermione’s grateful eyes traveled across the dead-set faces of the Wizengamot, as a shrill scream threatened to tear from her. Her body and mind were in agony as they debated her next question - seconds trickled like molasses.
“Very well.” A subdued Madam Umbridge huffed and took her time adjusting in her seat as the Granger girl twitched and shuddered, her air filled cheeks reddened and near bursting. “Describe the conditions in which he’s kept you.”
Gasping, Hermione released her breath and heaved in lungfuls of air as blood rushed to her head leaving her dizzy and aching. It wasn’t precisely a question, but she was more than compliant in answering.
“I was his slave and he was my Master,” she said simply. “He kept me in a room in his cellar. For the longest time I felt trapped and thought I’d die in that tiny room, but then he tied me to the Manor. He took my blood and bound me with Dark magic to the wards.” When they came to ‘liberate’ her, it had nearly killed her. “I could roam most of it, some rooms he keeps locked, but I could never leave.” The Trial of Severus Snape by apollinav
3. Hermione dropped the dead pigeon into his hands, like a self-satisfied cat. Its neck had been torn open and Severus gently pressed its stomach. It gave way easily under his fingers, the guts and organs had been removed.
“What did you do with the innards, Hermione?”
She looked at him innocently, as if she didn’t know what he was talking about. Severus banished the pigeon carcass and advanced menacingly.
“What did you do with the innards, Hermione?”
She looked scornfully at him then, her chin stiffening stubbornly.
“Did you hide them in your room? Did you eat them?” Wasting Away by death-ofme
4. He was startled from sleep in the dead of night. His heart thudded painfully in his chest as he tried to reorient himself. "Ah," he said, comprehending slowly. "You figured out the ward on the parlor, then. It took you long enough."
She was on the floor. He remembered her legs were still bound. "May I sleep here?" she asked. "The floor is very uncomfortable."
It took him a few moments to decide. "I suppose that you may. If only as an appropriate reward for your cleverness."
She managed to pull herself up into the bed, and promptly curled up against the farthest wall, stealing the fattest and the most comfortable of the pillows. He said nothing. Instead, he watched as her breathing grew even and steady. The moon shone lightly on her pale face, throwing its hollows into soft shadows. Her hair, tangled, straggled over her back; she wore his mother's favorite robes, which were a dark blue. He had just decided that he would have to do something about her hair when he fell asleep. Covet by VertiyEmory
5. You're dead. And the papers are all mine.
He stills, dread rising.
At the edges of his vision, the walls of the dungeon flutter and shred. She solidifies, colour blooming through her, illuminating the lines on her face, the depth in her eyes. Older than eighteen, younger than thirty. Proves her secret not to be a complete lie.
I'm dead?
Ten years.
What am I?
An echo from a wand.
The walls melt away, nothing but a silver emptiness around them.
That's impossible.
Improbable, rather.
Explain.
Secrets by by Indigofeathers
6. But she counts. She's not blamed for the Muggle victims or the wizards who died like dogs (oh but for a good reason, she reminds herself, such a good reason) and she can live where she wants. The freedom to choose not to be here. Not here, not in the no man's land between the borders. These lands are for others, for the unmentioned people and their worlds. Those who have abused their right to belong, she remembers someone said once, those who do not deserve.
It's an indisputable honour to carry a wand. Our Story is How We Stood by lilith-morgana
7. It still strikes me as odd that she let me take her so easily. I jabbed my wand into her ribs and hissed, "Stupefy!" into her ear. She crumpled against me. I broke her wand in two and set it aflame. Then I took down her wards. Tedious work, that. And the little minx had booby-trapped them. I ended up with stinging nettles in my hair, burns on my fingertips, all sorts of nasty business. But I got through them. She was still unconscious when we apparated to my home. She started to revive when we landed on the grounds, a good 100 yards from the actual house. I prefer to keep a safe perimeter around my abode - old habits die hard. She stirred in my arms as I carried her, the gravel crunching beneath my boots. I laid her out on the tiles of the foyer as I closed the heavy door behind us and warded it shut. When I turned around she was gone.
She didn't get far. She was running as fast as her legs would carry her, but it was dark, and the floor was damp. She skidded around a corner and collided with Estelle Aberhardt. Estelle's job, when she wasn't serving as fleshy entertainment for my guests, was to be a very novel footstool. The Flesh Menagerie by absolute-tash
8. Sunday, after a particularly trying staff meeting, and I slid smoothly to his side, saying, “I know your fucking a student, Snape.”
Oh, you should have seen him! His face remained impassive, as it always does, but I detected a tremble, a twitching of his left cheek. I felt a thrill.
That is what he looks like, when he wants to kill.
He clutched his wand, his entire body tensed for action. He wanted to Obliviate me, or kill me, I could not tell which, but Flitwick was in the far corner, huddled with McGonagall, and I whispered to Snape and told him not to worry, I had duplicated the memory several times over and would never forget.
He sneered and growled at me, “What do you want?” Deviance by kizzy7
9. "Snape! Come back here and face me, you coward!" A moment later she found the cat flap and knelt to open the heavy canvas cover and stare out into the living room. Snape's footsteps had faded away toward the kitchen. Hermione tried pushing her head through the flap. Somewhere she'd read that where the head could fit, the body could be made to follow, but the opening was simply too small. She pounded and yelled more, staring out, until she saw Snape returning.
He squatted where he could peer in at her, his thin-lipped mouth drawn down in a falsely sad moue. I kissed that mouth last night. I sucked on his tongue. Nausea threatened again.
"This always happens," he said regretfully. "Every time. Why couldn't you have minded your own business, you stupid girl?" He thrust three boxes of the tainted quills at her, striking her with the boxes as he pushed them through the flap. "Remember to share." Sugar Quills by Melisande88
10. Her head lifts slowly, white face emerging like the rising sun.
He twitches the cloth from the end of the sword, exposing the ruby-encrusted handle. "It's what I need to do," he says, knowing she won't hear the betrayal in his words, only the regret.
He's careful not to touch the actual metal of the sword, only experiencing it though the thick cloth. That should be her first sign that everything is not as it seems.
And when he impulsively leans forward to press his lips against hers . . .
That should be her second.
He leans back and lifts the end of the handle to her again. She reaches out to take it, hand wrapping firmly around it. Just as he taught her.
The flash of betrayal in her eyes shortly before she's pulled away is enough to break his heart. The Songless Throat by tangledaria