She sat huddled and fear stricken. Not a moment ago her eyes had been
blinded by an incredible green flash; she prayed it wasn't the avada
kedavra curse. She was unsure if anyone still inhabited her house, if
anyone had survived, all she knew was she had to look. However she hadn't
moved an inch before she heard a faint cry from the other room. She began
to crawl and to her horror discovered a bloodied and mangled Snape.
"Professor Snape!" She cried softly trying to rouse him from what seemed to
be a comatose state. "Professor! Please, wake up, please" She sobbed, and
to her embarrassment, he opened his eyes. "Hermione, are you all right?
What happened...? The lamp and..." He began puzzled at where he was. "Its
okay sir, I'm okay..." She replied, "Who else was in the house? Who did
this?" He didn't answer, but began to get up; painfully he grimaced and
asked "Where are your parents?"
Hermione sat numb, unable to cry, or speak. She finally understood Harry's constant grief. There were people everywhere around her, talking in hushed voices, thinking she couldn't hear, but she could. Things like "Where will she live?" and "She's only 15, and now an orphan!!" Slowly the ice that invisibly surrounded her body began to melt, and she began to silently weep in anxiety and sadness. Harry by then had spotted her, and was making his way stealthily across the room. He took her into a tight hug and gave her a much needed shoulder. "What am I going to do?" she sobbed, and all he replied with was "Shhh".
One week later she arose from a deep sleep at the burrow, almost happy. She went down to breakfast in a fluffy robe and slippers, and to her embarrassment found Harry and Snape having a conversation at the table. She tried to turn but Snape had greeted her, and she was asked to join the conversation. She sat down beside Harry and he put his arm around her. She felt herself blush, and guessed that Snape hadn't found out about her and Harry being together. He looked disgruntled at the sight, and not five minutes after said he needed to leave. "I thought he'd never leave!" Sighed Harry, looking out the window to see Snape disparate in the sunlight. "C'mon Hermione, we'll go out for a quick swim down at that creek, it's really nice and warm today" Said Harry, and Hermione nodded in agreement "I'll just change into a suit and be right down" she replied.
Back upstairs she let out a breath of anxious frustration, and questions began to spiral around her mind, like why Snape so taken aback by Harry was and her being together? All she could do was shrug, so she changed and headed down to the back garden, following Harry along a rocky narrow path to the creek where they swam. It was a beautiful creek, very warm, quite deep and set far back underneath a giant willow tree. It reminded her greatly of a time much simpler when she could sit down and watch a wind in the willow film, with Mr. Toad and all his friends at the boathouse. But those days of happy sheltered warmth were over, and she told herself this sternly. The only thing that looked bright in her life was a tall thin boy, with messy black hair and bright green eyes. She knew he wouldn't leave her. Like he said, he was her rock. And she was his rose.
Hermione sat numb, unable to cry, or speak. She finally understood Harry's constant grief. There were people everywhere around her, talking in hushed voices, thinking she couldn't hear, but she could. Things like "Where will she live?" and "She's only 15, and now an orphan!!" Slowly the ice that invisibly surrounded her body began to melt, and she began to silently weep in anxiety and sadness. Harry by then had spotted her, and was making his way stealthily across the room. He took her into a tight hug and gave her a much needed shoulder. "What am I going to do?" she sobbed, and all he replied with was "Shhh".
One week later she arose from a deep sleep at the burrow, almost happy. She went down to breakfast in a fluffy robe and slippers, and to her embarrassment found Harry and Snape having a conversation at the table. She tried to turn but Snape had greeted her, and she was asked to join the conversation. She sat down beside Harry and he put his arm around her. She felt herself blush, and guessed that Snape hadn't found out about her and Harry being together. He looked disgruntled at the sight, and not five minutes after said he needed to leave. "I thought he'd never leave!" Sighed Harry, looking out the window to see Snape disparate in the sunlight. "C'mon Hermione, we'll go out for a quick swim down at that creek, it's really nice and warm today" Said Harry, and Hermione nodded in agreement "I'll just change into a suit and be right down" she replied.
Back upstairs she let out a breath of anxious frustration, and questions began to spiral around her mind, like why Snape so taken aback by Harry was and her being together? All she could do was shrug, so she changed and headed down to the back garden, following Harry along a rocky narrow path to the creek where they swam. It was a beautiful creek, very warm, quite deep and set far back underneath a giant willow tree. It reminded her greatly of a time much simpler when she could sit down and watch a wind in the willow film, with Mr. Toad and all his friends at the boathouse. But those days of happy sheltered warmth were over, and she told herself this sternly. The only thing that looked bright in her life was a tall thin boy, with messy black hair and bright green eyes. She knew he wouldn't leave her. Like he said, he was her rock. And she was his rose.