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"Did you ever consider having that arm examined by a professional healer?" His question put an end to her chain of thoughts, prompting her to look down at the still raw wound on her forearm, where Bellatrix's dagger had carved up her flesh to spell out the word- Mudblood. The bandage that she always kept wrapped around her arm to carefully cover the brand had been removed and it was bleeding again. No matter what she did to staunch it, the injury seemed to be a pain in her ass, stubbornly fighting to make it's presence known and now it had somehow taken a worse form. Snape couldn't hide his flinch as his eyes refused to be torn away from the bruise and it was hard to tell whether it was her predicament or the term itself that disturbed him more. "It's killing you." **************************** This story is set post war. Hermione has joined back in Hogwarts to finish her education when she realizes that stress and trauma has caught up to her and now she has to deal with a terminal curse. As she struggles to cope with the disease physically and emotionally, she finds the unlikeliest of persons as her caretaker and companion. #triggerwarning for anyone suffering from terminal diseases or chronic illness. Every life is precious and unique and everyone reacts in different ways to suffering. This story is not meant to be didactic or propound any moral cause. And again, I won't be giving any trigger-warnings at the beginning of the chapters so as to not spoil the surprises. I hereby give an overall trigger-warning since the whole theme is adult as well as the sexual content
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