This is my first story shared within a fandom. Please be gentle. I do not
own Harry Potter or any of its characters, though I could dream.
This story takes place about ten years after Harry, Hermione, and Ron graduate. Hermione is currently the Defense Against the Dark Arts (DADA) professor, and has been for a few years. More information will present itself within the story.
This is not beta'd and I'm just throwing this out here, because if I don't then I'll write some, delete it and be mad at myself for not finishing. This way I have a reason to continue if people are interested. Enough of my babbling, on with the story.
NOXLUMI: Chapter 1-- The beginning
Severus was not the type of man you would suspect of taking naps in the middle of a spring afternoon, but at that particular moment, he just so happened to be dosing off on his lush sofa with a stack of third year papers in his lap. His mind was just fogging with whispers of dreams, when there was a rather loud and sudden knock.
"Professor Snape, sir?" Hagrid's voice boomed through the door. It followed with yet another loud pounding.
Snape shook off the sleep and headed for the door.
"Professor Sir."
"I'm coming," Snape growled as he reached the door and flung it open with a snarl on his face. "What is so important that you must disturb me by practically tearing down my door?"
"Sorry Professor, I didn't realize you were sleeping, it's just that a lady arrived here not too long ago, and when Dumbledore saw her, said that you must be fetched immediately."
Any weariness that Severus might have still been clinging too was suddenly gone at the mention of a woman.
"A lady? What is so special about this woman that Albus would see a purpose in beckoning me?"
"I don't know sir, she didn't look too good when she arrived, Dumbledore took her to Madame Pomfrey."
Severus's mind was reeling. He had already grabbed his robe by the door before he responded.
"I guess if the Headmaster summons, I should obey. Lead the way Hagrid."
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"Isfal miyon, isfal miyon, denon, aler denon." The woman kept muttering the same phrase over and over again. ("It's my fault, my fault, dead, all dead.")
"Albus, I can't heal her if she won't stay still, and let me help her." Pomfrey complained. Albus Dumbledore stepped in front of the girl and in a very fatherly gesture placed a hand on each shoulder.
"Shh, we aren't going to harm you. This here is Madame Pomfrey and she is going to try and help you heal some of those injuries. Do you understand?"
The woman's eyes were still filled with tears as they silently ran down her face, she looked at the old man, "Miy bah nilloshan." She looked into his eyes and could tell that he meant for no harm to come to her. Something in his eyes brought forth a feeling of familiarity and she simply fell silent and allowed the medi-with to do her work. It was at this time that Hagrid and Snape came into the wing. ("I don't understand you.")
"Now, what is so important that I must be dragged from the only."
"Severusin?" a small voice from the bed whispered surprise evident in the voice.
"Ecsuli miyo sheva ro?" The young woman asked with more confidence though she was still shaking silently. ("Can you tell me where I am?")
"Tala mine vee bah." He said as he reached her bedside, "Safe," he whispered as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Prahn, bah rov dram tey." ("You are with me." "Sleep, you are safe now.")
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The next morning:
"Minerva, you won't believe what I just overheard a fourth year telling his friends." Hermione chuckled as she poured herself a hot cup of coffee from the pot.
Minerva's curiosity was peeked. She was always up for a good piece of gossip especially when it was from the student body. A simply questioning, "Oh?" was all the interest she displayed though.
"Apparently word is spreading that Snape has canceled all of his classes for the week because he has a 'previous engagement with a woman.' I believe were the boy's exact words." Hermione began to laugh as Minerva's face simply soured. Hermione didn't see the look as she simply chuckled on as she poured in her sugar and milk. "I didn't have the heart to break it to the children that it was most likely a lie Peeves came up with to torment them."
"I guess you haven't heard then."
Hermione's light hearted spirit sunk at the somber tone her colleague used. "Heard what?"
"The Headmaster said it would be best if Severus not teach for a while. well, while the elder is here."
"Elder? But they don't even..."
At that moment in time, Severus Snape himself decided to enter the staff room.
"They don't even what Professor? Have you lost your grip on the English language so much that it renders you incapable of completing a simple sentence?"
"Severus," she nodded her rather curt greeting.
"I assume by your silent partner and the look on your face, that you don't want to be found the fool by finishing what you wanted to say. Perhaps I can finish what you were thinking for you, since you seem to be lax in doing so yourself. I believe you were about to tell Minerva here that there are no such things as elders, that they are only wizard lore to scare young children, and even if the Noxlumi did in fact exist they would not waste their time with endeavors with someone like myself. Is that an approximation of your thoughts, Professor Granger?"
As Snape made his speech, he strode over to where Hermione was standing. She looked him straight in the eye. "Thank you Professor, for putting my thoughts so eloquently, I would have never been able to express them without you. You may believe whatever you may like, I however do not believe in the existence of the Noxlumi, and find that the whole idea is absurd. I am sorry that you are so naive that you can't even tell when someone is pulling the wool over your eyes. Do you go around believing everyone who tells you they're a Noxlumi?"
Hermione smirked at him. She felt a tad elated that she finally duped Snape at his own game. What she expected for a response was a scowl or some other form of insult. What she was not expecting, was exactly what she got. Instead, she saw his lips turn up in somewhat of a smile, and what could have been deciphered as either a snort or a rather curt chuckle.
"Severus," Minerva decided to interrupt.
"Yes, Minerva, do you have something to add to Ms. Granger's comments?"
"I wasn't." Minerva looked at her cup with a bit of sorrow in her eyes. "Does she know?" She finally whispered still not able to look up.
Hermione was still fuming at Snape, but when Minerva asked Snape about whether the woman knew (Knew what she had no idea). She saw sorrowfulness pass within his eyes that she didn't understand. "Know what," she voiced unintentionally.
Anger flashed across his face, "Nothing you need concern yourself with." He then turned his attention back to Minerva weariness finally catching up with the tumult of emotions he endured within just the few minutes he came into the staff room. "Miloza does not remember anymore than what." His voice cracked as if he couldn't finish. He stood up straighter. "She doesn't know, and I do not wish her to, ever."
"I'm truly sorry Severus. I."
"Yes, well, there's nothing to do about it, now is there. If you will excuse me, I have papers to grade."
As soon as Snape left the lounge, Hermione turned her frustration towards Minerva. "What the hell was that all about? Is anyone going to tell me what is going on around here?"
"Hermione, I don't think I should be the one to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"The young lady that arrived here last night, well, you heard Severus refer to her as Miloza. She was once. is.. I don't quite know how to put it. She wasn't always an elder, she was once a very prominent young lady, a daughter, a wife, a sister. Severus's sister, Miloza Serene Snape was blessed, leaving a rather distraught Severus to fare for himself."
"I thought Snape was an only child."
"No dear he was simply one of the 9 children the Snape family produced. He just happens to be one of the few of his siblings that survived."
"Did his siblings die during the first war?"
"No," Minerva cradled her saucer and cup. "I really don't think I should be telling you this. Perhaps Albus should."
"What happened?"
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I know weird, right? I do have a whole plot worked out in my head. Do you want to know what happens next? Let me know and I shall expand.
This story takes place about ten years after Harry, Hermione, and Ron graduate. Hermione is currently the Defense Against the Dark Arts (DADA) professor, and has been for a few years. More information will present itself within the story.
This is not beta'd and I'm just throwing this out here, because if I don't then I'll write some, delete it and be mad at myself for not finishing. This way I have a reason to continue if people are interested. Enough of my babbling, on with the story.
NOXLUMI: Chapter 1-- The beginning
Severus was not the type of man you would suspect of taking naps in the middle of a spring afternoon, but at that particular moment, he just so happened to be dosing off on his lush sofa with a stack of third year papers in his lap. His mind was just fogging with whispers of dreams, when there was a rather loud and sudden knock.
"Professor Snape, sir?" Hagrid's voice boomed through the door. It followed with yet another loud pounding.
Snape shook off the sleep and headed for the door.
"Professor Sir."
"I'm coming," Snape growled as he reached the door and flung it open with a snarl on his face. "What is so important that you must disturb me by practically tearing down my door?"
"Sorry Professor, I didn't realize you were sleeping, it's just that a lady arrived here not too long ago, and when Dumbledore saw her, said that you must be fetched immediately."
Any weariness that Severus might have still been clinging too was suddenly gone at the mention of a woman.
"A lady? What is so special about this woman that Albus would see a purpose in beckoning me?"
"I don't know sir, she didn't look too good when she arrived, Dumbledore took her to Madame Pomfrey."
Severus's mind was reeling. He had already grabbed his robe by the door before he responded.
"I guess if the Headmaster summons, I should obey. Lead the way Hagrid."
*******
"Isfal miyon, isfal miyon, denon, aler denon." The woman kept muttering the same phrase over and over again. ("It's my fault, my fault, dead, all dead.")
"Albus, I can't heal her if she won't stay still, and let me help her." Pomfrey complained. Albus Dumbledore stepped in front of the girl and in a very fatherly gesture placed a hand on each shoulder.
"Shh, we aren't going to harm you. This here is Madame Pomfrey and she is going to try and help you heal some of those injuries. Do you understand?"
The woman's eyes were still filled with tears as they silently ran down her face, she looked at the old man, "Miy bah nilloshan." She looked into his eyes and could tell that he meant for no harm to come to her. Something in his eyes brought forth a feeling of familiarity and she simply fell silent and allowed the medi-with to do her work. It was at this time that Hagrid and Snape came into the wing. ("I don't understand you.")
"Now, what is so important that I must be dragged from the only."
"Severusin?" a small voice from the bed whispered surprise evident in the voice.
"Ecsuli miyo sheva ro?" The young woman asked with more confidence though she was still shaking silently. ("Can you tell me where I am?")
"Tala mine vee bah." He said as he reached her bedside, "Safe," he whispered as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Prahn, bah rov dram tey." ("You are with me." "Sleep, you are safe now.")
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The next morning:
"Minerva, you won't believe what I just overheard a fourth year telling his friends." Hermione chuckled as she poured herself a hot cup of coffee from the pot.
Minerva's curiosity was peeked. She was always up for a good piece of gossip especially when it was from the student body. A simply questioning, "Oh?" was all the interest she displayed though.
"Apparently word is spreading that Snape has canceled all of his classes for the week because he has a 'previous engagement with a woman.' I believe were the boy's exact words." Hermione began to laugh as Minerva's face simply soured. Hermione didn't see the look as she simply chuckled on as she poured in her sugar and milk. "I didn't have the heart to break it to the children that it was most likely a lie Peeves came up with to torment them."
"I guess you haven't heard then."
Hermione's light hearted spirit sunk at the somber tone her colleague used. "Heard what?"
"The Headmaster said it would be best if Severus not teach for a while. well, while the elder is here."
"Elder? But they don't even..."
At that moment in time, Severus Snape himself decided to enter the staff room.
"They don't even what Professor? Have you lost your grip on the English language so much that it renders you incapable of completing a simple sentence?"
"Severus," she nodded her rather curt greeting.
"I assume by your silent partner and the look on your face, that you don't want to be found the fool by finishing what you wanted to say. Perhaps I can finish what you were thinking for you, since you seem to be lax in doing so yourself. I believe you were about to tell Minerva here that there are no such things as elders, that they are only wizard lore to scare young children, and even if the Noxlumi did in fact exist they would not waste their time with endeavors with someone like myself. Is that an approximation of your thoughts, Professor Granger?"
As Snape made his speech, he strode over to where Hermione was standing. She looked him straight in the eye. "Thank you Professor, for putting my thoughts so eloquently, I would have never been able to express them without you. You may believe whatever you may like, I however do not believe in the existence of the Noxlumi, and find that the whole idea is absurd. I am sorry that you are so naive that you can't even tell when someone is pulling the wool over your eyes. Do you go around believing everyone who tells you they're a Noxlumi?"
Hermione smirked at him. She felt a tad elated that she finally duped Snape at his own game. What she expected for a response was a scowl or some other form of insult. What she was not expecting, was exactly what she got. Instead, she saw his lips turn up in somewhat of a smile, and what could have been deciphered as either a snort or a rather curt chuckle.
"Severus," Minerva decided to interrupt.
"Yes, Minerva, do you have something to add to Ms. Granger's comments?"
"I wasn't." Minerva looked at her cup with a bit of sorrow in her eyes. "Does she know?" She finally whispered still not able to look up.
Hermione was still fuming at Snape, but when Minerva asked Snape about whether the woman knew (Knew what she had no idea). She saw sorrowfulness pass within his eyes that she didn't understand. "Know what," she voiced unintentionally.
Anger flashed across his face, "Nothing you need concern yourself with." He then turned his attention back to Minerva weariness finally catching up with the tumult of emotions he endured within just the few minutes he came into the staff room. "Miloza does not remember anymore than what." His voice cracked as if he couldn't finish. He stood up straighter. "She doesn't know, and I do not wish her to, ever."
"I'm truly sorry Severus. I."
"Yes, well, there's nothing to do about it, now is there. If you will excuse me, I have papers to grade."
As soon as Snape left the lounge, Hermione turned her frustration towards Minerva. "What the hell was that all about? Is anyone going to tell me what is going on around here?"
"Hermione, I don't think I should be the one to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"The young lady that arrived here last night, well, you heard Severus refer to her as Miloza. She was once. is.. I don't quite know how to put it. She wasn't always an elder, she was once a very prominent young lady, a daughter, a wife, a sister. Severus's sister, Miloza Serene Snape was blessed, leaving a rather distraught Severus to fare for himself."
"I thought Snape was an only child."
"No dear he was simply one of the 9 children the Snape family produced. He just happens to be one of the few of his siblings that survived."
"Did his siblings die during the first war?"
"No," Minerva cradled her saucer and cup. "I really don't think I should be telling you this. Perhaps Albus should."
"What happened?"
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I know weird, right? I do have a whole plot worked out in my head. Do you want to know what happens next? Let me know and I shall expand.
