Instinctus Primitiva SSHG

A SS/HG fanfic by The Sortiarius13

A/N:I OWN NOTHING, This is for my amusement and others if you feel so incline to venture with me...The Characters and all rights Belong to J.K. Rowling, but I like to venture into her playground...particularly when it comes to a certain Potions Master...No Money is being made off this...and I'm quite alright with that...Stress relief and letting my imagination run wild is all I care about here...and of course Reviews...I'll try and watch my spelling but it does tend to go awry in the heat of the moment when typing so bare with me...RATED M and it's not changing...I won't be as descriptive as some other writers out of respect to the characters, but I will make them HUMAN.

WARNING: Contains Mature Content...M FOR MATURE...Mature Themes, Sexual Content, Nudity, Language, Abuse, Violence, Elements of Rape, Imprisonment, Ect...

{Driven by curiosity, Hermione Granger found herself returning to the shrieking shack following Voldemort's defeat at the hands of Harry Potter. What she found there was something unexpected that would change life as she knew it forever...}

{"Now the dark begins to rise...Save your breath, it's far from over...Leave the lost and dead behind...Now's your chance to run for cover...I don't wanna change the world...I just wanna leave it colder...Light the fuse and burn it up...Take the path that leads to nowhere...All is lost again...But I'm not giving in...I will not bow...I will not break...I will shut the world away...I will not fall...I will not fade...I will take your breath away...Fall..."}I Will Not Bow,Breaking Benjamin

Prologue: Cold Blooded Fate

The Shrieking Shack, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

White-hot agony ripped through the beaten and broken body of current Headmaster Severus S. Snape as he clinched his jaw in the wake of the pain he suffered as the venom of Nagini raced through his veins. The acceleration of the blood due to the cutting of his jugular vein via the dark lord had not made the agony any better. It had been fortunate for the former Head of Slytherin House that he had taken steps at self-preservation prior to being cornered by the tyrannical dark wizard.

The muscles in his body were going numb and the loss of oxygen as his throat swelled only made him dizzy.

With fumbling fingers, Snape managed to pop the Bezoar into his mouth before his jaw clenched shut and he was unable to open it further. The convolutions racked his body almost as if he were being hit by an unforgivable curse.

There was blood everywhere.

No doubt more than enough to give whomever ventured into this place pause.

The flickering images of a girl with strawberry hair and emerald green eyes flashed behind his cold obsidian gaze.

Her name had been Lily.

The rapid spreading heat made his body cold and clammy on the outside and his vision began to darken. Outside he could hear the battle waging as wands burst with magical energy of all kinds in a bid to have their respective sides emerge victorious in the wake of this war's end. Severus Snape had felt the encroaching exhaustion reach him and he found he could no longer keep his weary tear filled eyes open.

He had hoped Potter had gotten what he needed and that the boy would die bravely as his mother had all those years prior.

The sadness behind his emerald green eyes had been so like hers.

Snape looked around the shrieking shack one last time knowing all too well that his miserable life was at an end, but there would be no peace for someone as lowly and unloved as he. He would be scorned even in death for the murder of Albus Dumbledore and not a single witch or wizard would care to know the truth even if it stared them plainly in the face.

He had had done his duty.

He had made the ultimate sacrifice and now Harry Potter would have to do the rest.

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The Court Yard, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

Soot and debris had been all around followed by small fires and numerous bodies both deceased and greatly injured in the wake of the fighting. There had been no doubt that magical blood had been spilled here in this place that had once been the beacon of magical education. Shaken by the losses before her, and squeezing her wand as if it had been for dear life, Hermione Granger made her way through the toppled stone and the sea of bodies as she neared what had been the edge of the court yard.

She could not get the image of her dying Potions Professor out of her mind as the tears streamed down her cheeks.

At the time they had not known how to react given that Snape had murdered Dumbledore.

The images of his neck swelling in the wake of the venom from Nagini entering the wound and his bulging obsidian eyes laced with tears. It had been clear that he no longer needed to hide his pain behind the pretense of feeling nothing as the evidence made it's way down his sallow pale cheeks.

A sadness filled Hermione as she continued toward the shrieking shack.

There had been more to Professor Snape that anyone had ever known and now there would be no way for any of them to truly understand him.

From what Harry described he had seen in the vivid flashes of memory Snape had shared with him, the Potions Professor had come from an abusive home and suffered more abuse and neglect while attending Hogwarts.

After all his suffering in life it pained the emotional witch to know that he'd be left in the darkness of the shrieking shack unclaimed by anyone whom had truly cared for him because as far as she had been aware there was no one and the death eaters were no fans of a traitor to their dark lord following Harry's admission that Snape was working with Dumbledore even as he lay dying.

Hermione traveled passed The Whomping Willow and down the secret passage into the shrieking shack unsure if she wished to see what lied beyond the door and up the makeshift stairs. With her heart pounding in her chest and her hands trembling she pressed forward attempting to steel herself for what she might find when she ventured to the last place she had seen Professor Snape alive.

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The Shrieking Shack, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

Panic filled the downed wizard as a burst of self-preservation filled him. Despite the pain and the anguish, fear and paranoia had ruled his once vastly keen mind as he struggled to get to his feet stepping in his own pool of blood and scrambled for his wand. His heart beat rapidly in his chest only serving to pump the poison into his veins faster.

The dizziness had come and gone once more as he placed himself in an upright position and then finally leaned against a shadow covered wall. The footsteps had been all he needed to hear to send off a very primitive spell striking whomever it had been as he fumbled with his wand. The sound of a thud in the semi-darkness had gotten his attention and he raced out of the shadows to greet what he had spelled.

He looked down at the seemingly sleeping form of Hermione Jean Granger. His mind had been infected due to the prolonged exposure to the venom despite his best efforts to quell the effects of the poison but he had survived. The sting of death had not taken him as he struggled to keep up right as if running on pure instinct.

Feeling his knees buckle, Snape ended up dropping to the unconscious witch's side.

He noted the pleasant scent of jasmine from her hair and the soft look of her skin.

"L-Lily?" he said as if confused.

Hermione made no move to reply as she had been unable to due to the spell.

Snape's confusion seemed to lessen as he gazed upon her.

"Lily." he said happily as he scooped the unconscious witch into his arms and held her close. "Sev found Lily."

A look of brief happiness filed across his face, until he heard unfamiliar voices outside of the shrieking shack. He had been filled with an intense fear that whom ever it was had been coming for "Lily"..."his Lily."

Grabbing his wand and aiming it at the opposite wall, Snape blasted himself and the unconscious Hermione Granger out of the shrieking shack taking off into the night without a single trace left behind to indicate the direction of the journey.