CHAPTER 11
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Chapter 11 ~ A Starting Point
Severus really didn’t have anything to do back at Hogwarts. He just didn’t want to stay with Hermione after being intimate with her. It was his usual response to sex when he indulged. Do the dirty deed and make as fast a getaway as possible.
The witch hadn’t been bad at all. Hermione’s petite body had been an excellent source of sexual pleasure. He thought that he might indulge himself a bit more in the sex department…next time he might actually have intercourse with her. A bit of fellatio as well, though he doubted she could do much with his cock. It was simply too big. But a little sensation beat none at all. Hermione would manage.
Severus was also quite pleased about being the first wizard to penetrate her anally. She had sealed her fate when she told him she was a virgin. He had never been first in anything to do with a witch in his life, so it was a double pleasure fucking Hermione in such a manner. He knew she expected him to make it painful, and he had thought about it quite seriously while Fabio’s head rested on his shoulders, but as time passed logic won out. Firstly, it had been a rather nasty hex he put on her, and if she hadn’t retaliated in some manner, he would have considered her little more than doormat material which would have added to his already low opinion of the witch. It had been a good hex she set him up with, combined with just the right amount of vindictiveness and nastiness. Making him wear the head of a male muggle supermodel for an entire day when she could have easily removed it in a moment was a stroke of genius. In effect, Hermione had shown herself to have strength and a backbone. He saw very little of that in most witches…Minerva having been the only other witch who showed such traits. The transfiguration teacher may have been a Gryffindor but Minerva had very Slytherin-like tendencies. Hermione was evidencing the same traits as her former head of house. At least she had some positive points.
Severus also believed, after he calmed down, that the spell which bound them would not allow him to take advantage of Hermione beyond the agreement. Yes, sex was part of it…but not violent, brutal sex meant to cause her pain. He was her patron, which also meant her protector. The Potions Master doubted if the spell would allow him to brutalize her while she was his charge and he had no desire to test its limits.
Besides, as dark as he was, Severus had no desire to hurt the brilliant witch. Hermione was like his possession now, and Severus always took good care of his possessions. It was his nature to do so. That way they would last and be in top condition when he needed to utilize them. Plus, Hermione had spirit and he didn’t want that taken from her. Nothing was worse than a broken witch. He had seen enough of them in the Dark Lord’s service. Female deatheaters…empty, trembling shells of their former selves, afraid to take a single initiative without someone giving them permission. Sure, they were deadly enough in battle, but in the presence of the Dark Lord or other male deatheaters, they were little more than playthings, not allowed to speak unless spoken to, even their bodies not their own, married or not. They were more than servants. They had been slaves. Severus wanted no slave under his control. What was the fun in that?
The Potions Master returned to Hogwarts in a good mood, the best mood he’d been in for a long time. Plus he had thrown the witch a bone. That journal would keep her occupied and no doubt a bit appreciative towards him, despite his “breaking her in.”
Severus was more interested in Hermione’s project with Harry than he let on. She would make him a fortune if she could find a way to return stolen souls to survivors of Dementor attacks. The wizard only hoped after she read the journal and formed her theories, that she would have enough sense to actually look into Harry’s mind and see just what was going on inside him. She had to discover how much soul was left and what he retained and experienced in his semi-vegetative state before she could actually do anything for him. This was something she should have done long ago. The fact that she hadn’t showed Severus she was not on point intellectually. Probably her emotions got in the way. She was going to have to move past her feelings for Potter if she wanted to truly help him.
Most likely Severus would have to help her along.
He sighed.
More work.
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Hermione read Damius’ journal far into the night, Eli appearing and bringing her ham and Swiss cheese sandwiches, fixed just the way she liked them, and some sparkling pumpkin juice.
“My own creation,” he said proudly as Hermione exclaimed over how good it was. “Eli could be a chef if he wasn’t an elf.”
”You could still be a chef, Eli,” Hermione said to him.
Eli shook his head.
“I serves my Master and you. That is enough to keeps Eli happy,” he replied smiling at the witch. Hermione finished her food and Eli took the plate and glass, then wished her goodnight, leaving her to her reading.
The journal seemed very focused on the nature of the human soul in relation to the cosmos. Damius claimed that the human soul was a microcosm of the Universal soul, and bound together through the “Celestial Music of the Spheres.” Much reference was made to a book entitled “The Harmonics of the Human Soul.”
Hermione found excerpts of the book, penned in Damius’ hand.
“The universe was created when the Divine Ray pierced and penetrated the Divine egg nestled in the darkness of non-being, the first and ultimate sex act, which resulted in a burst of light and sound, and the creation of the heavenly bodies or the Solar Man of which the Sun in the heart and the first seven planets, the organs. Planets beyond this are the consciousness of the system. Each planet has a soul, or Logos, a spirit that can be divided into light and dark persuasions. Each planet has its own note or sound that blends and clashes with the sounds of the planets around it. As the universe revolves, it is a symphony of sound and motion, which in essence is its soul.
This harmony is reproduced in the human body, containing seven organ, seven orifices, the head of the properly formed body measuring exactly one-seventh of the body’s length. There are seven spiritual centers which hold the music of the soul and therefore the soul itself. There are times when these spiritual centers become unaligned and the soul either escapes (death) or becomes damaged. In cases of damage, it is believed that the spiritual balance can be restored if the music of the soul is re-established, played by a talented Harper, one who can capture and play the missing strains and allow the soul to heal itself.
The pattern or individual musical structure of an individual can be divined from the moment the human takes his first breath at birth, the pattern and notes of the planet’s positions at birth clearly evidencing the music of that particular soul. Translating the planet’s natal positions, aspects and progressions into musical patterns and a Harper playing that particular symphony will repair the damaged soul and restore an individual to full spiritual health.”
The Book of Harmonics, Pg 113, Para 2-5
I believe that the human soul can be extracted and transplanted away from the physical body and into another without harm to the original body, which functions with an instinctual autonomous system that does not require a soul to continue keeping the body alive. The heart will continue beating, the blood continue circulating, the belly continue digesting, the bladder and colon continue to expel waste. As long as the soul-deprived individual stays fed and warm, the body can live out its days soullessly. The taken soul can then power another body and will not dissipate until the original body dies physically, then it will continue on its journey. This is my basic theory based on my studies and research, and my focus will be on testing ways to remove the soul of a person. The king keeps me supplied with prisoners and it is a good thing. So far, they all have died. I do not have a Harper to repair the damage nor the food to continuously feed them once they are damaged. So I let them go. But I am close…I can feel it. One woman lasted twelve hours without her soul, which was trapped in a dark sphere.
I can often feel the Dark Logos of the earth around me. I have awakened its interest. Soon I may have to make contact and exchange my own soul for its dark powers. It will be a more than fair exchange.
D. Altacare ~ 9/858
Hermione had to reread the hard to understand passages several times before she understood it. She frowned. A Harper. That must be a wizard that has the power to magically enhance music. She had never heard the term before and assumed it was a power that died out long ago. But the idea of the music of a person’s soul being translated from planetary positions at birth intrigued her. Hermione never could play music with any talent, but she could notate it. She enjoyed the mathematics that surrounded the art. It sounded as if charting the music of Harry’s soul would be difficult and challenging. Every planet reacted with every other planet in the universe, felt the pull in either a positive or negative manner…which could be deciphered by the degrees apart they were. Then there were retrograde motions, eclipses and other planetary interactions that would have to be taken into consideration. Trines, sextiles, squares and other aspects would have to be translated into notes, chords and final symphonies. There would be progressions, consonance, deceptive cadences and she imagined dissonance. There would never be perfect harmony, because chaos was necessary for change and growth.
Hermione fell back on the bed, her mind spinning with the implications of this knowledge. She could chart how Harry’s soul was put together at least. Have some groundwork done. She really wasn’t sure if the “Harmonics of the Soul” was an actual magical science and not one wizard’s fantasy or fairy tale, but it was worth a try.
She needed to see if she could find the book on soul harmonics itself. Maybe it gave instructions to make the musical translation process simpler. In either case, she needed to go to the Ministry records and pull Harry’s birth certificate to find the exact time of his birth, and purchase a star chart or emphermis. Gods, this was so close to astrology, a rather wooly divination science as far as Hermione thought. She could only imagine the Potions Master’s reaction to this.
“Music of the soul? Preposterous. Go work on some potions.”
And a Harper? She would have to look up Ministry records and see if there was a witch or wizard who had that kind of magical power. If there was, she would do what she had to in order to secure his talents.
With a plan in mind, Hermione felt better about Harry than she had in years. It felt for the longest as if she had been going in circles, but in just one day under Severus Snape’s patronage, she had made great mental strides in approaching Harry’s problems.
She frowned slightly.
Strides she couldn’t have made if the snarky wizard had not provided her the journal. Hermione thought back to their tryst. The Professor hadn’t been that bad really, though cold, determined and brooking no opposition. In other words, true to his nature. Hermione was less than willing to oblige the Potions Master because she had thought he was the kind of wizard that enjoyed giving pain, due to how he treated his students and others. She had thought he would brutalize her.
But he didn’t hurt her beyond her threshold, and he didn’t draw the act out to humiliate her. He just took his pleasure and made sure she was taken care of afterwards, even cleaning and redressing her. It would have been much worse if he had left her to take care of herself. Then he gave her the journal. Hermione wondered if he did that to try and insure that she wouldn’t think too badly of him after penetrating her in such a manner. He was quite manipulative. Maybe he thought she’d think…”Yes, he fucked me in the ass, but then gave me this wonderful book! What a doll.”
Right.
But she wasn’t as angry toward him as she should have been, so if Severus had planned to stave off her wrath, he was partially successful.
Hermione removed her clothing, put the journal in her drawer by the nightstand and slid under the covers naked. The bed was just the perfect firmness. Hermione idly wondered if this were more elf magic. It didn’t matter. She was fried and had a lot to do tomorrow.
She’d need to stop by Gringotts and pick up some spending money first.
She nestled down under the covers. The witch had been so absorbed in reading the journal that she didn’t notice the stack of galleons Severus had left on her dressing table or the note beside it. Her weekly personal allowance. It was a rather generous amount.
Severus had no idea how much money a witch spent in a week, but they were vain creatures, so probably went through coinage like water buying doodads, lacy underthings and whatnots. He had plenty of money since he didn’t spend a dime of the residuals that had been coming in for years and gaining interest. He had also left Hermione a coupon for Cedric’s Sex Symposium.
Twenty-five percent off every sex toy purchased.
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A/N: Well, that journal held a lot of information on the soul didn’t it. Just a mish-mash of esoteric theories I’ve read over the years. A lot of the “Secret Doctrine” went into this made up theory…courtesy of the Theosophy Society and Madame Blatvatsky. 😉 I also was into Edgar Cayce in my younger years as well as Ruth Montgomery. And did astrology charts using compasses and ephermises at age 11. Lost art now. Lol. I was a weird kid. Anyway, please review.