Chapter 1
April Showers brings May Letters?
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A/N: Hello everyone, my name is Heather and I will be a sophomore in college this fall. As of now I have now summer job and hope that I can continue to write this story on a weekly basis. This story is in response to WIKTT's Summer Fic Challenge. At the moment I think the genre will be drama with a little angst thrown in here or there.
I am currently looking for a Beta Reader, if anyone is interested leave a note in the review section. I do hope you enjoy it, because I don't think my twist on the plot has ever been done. Sit back and enjoy!!!
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"Accio Definition and Uses of Magic," Albus Dumbledore said with a swish of his wand. He opened the large volume and placed it on his desk and began reading the following marked passage:
"People often think of magic as a way of life, but the truth is that it will always be nothing more than a tool. A simple tool that people can either harness or demolish. When the line between magic as a tool and a way of life blurs, it transforms itself and the owner of that magic into an animal, a beast that will do any means to get what they want. This is, and always will be known as the viciousness of power and greed." - The Lone Artic Wolf.
Albus Dumbledore closed the book and placed it back on his large cherry bookcase. He walked towards his large red velvet curtains that he drew back with a flick of his wand, and stared out onto the Quidditch fields. The bright spring sun shone into his pale blue eyes. It was the winter of his life, and much was weighing on his shoulders. Not only was Voldermort not dead, but worse once again in hiding. He wasn't sure what was worse anymore, knowing how powerful Voldermort once was, or how powerful he may still yet become. Many people had recently died at the hands of the Dark Lord, and Albus Dumbledore was not the only man feeling guilty about these recent events, and sadly enough he knew it.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door. He tuned around and sighed deeply.
"Come in Severus." He said gently, as he was expecting him.
"Good morning, Headmaster. I expect that this is not to be a social call." He said as he took a seat on one of his three couches.
"Would you care for a drink Severus?" Albus asked as he walked over to his bar and made himself a drink.
"No thank you, sir." He said.
"Severus, you know you may call me Albus, there are no formalities between us, we have known each other for much to long." He continued on while taking a seat behind his large cherry desk that was at least ten times as older than he was.
"Enough small talk, why did you wish to see me this morning? I have no news of Voldermort's whereabouts as I have already mentioned to you last week since after his disappearance." He said as he lowered his head and placed his right hand over the mark. To him this mark would never come off, it was buried deep inside him and no matter how hard he tried he would never forget the pain he put not only himself through, but those who knew him.
"I do not know where to begin, I am afraid I have received an owl this morning, in which you will take particular interest in." Albus paused while he reached in his drawer to pull it out.
"I must say, before you read it, I would like you to know that what ever decision you make after reading this letter, I will fully support it. You may take as much time as you wish, and if you ever need a friend to talk to Hogwarts will always be here for you to return home to." Dumbledore finished as he handed Severus the folded letter.
"If I didn't know any better I would say that either someone has died, or I am being convicted to conspiring to be a Death Eater." Severus said somewhat amused.
Dumbledore did not answer in return, but just bowed his head as Severus opened up the letter.
After what seemed like a half an hour Severus looked up from the letter and looked into Dumbledore's eyes, if there had ever been a time where Severus needed reassurance, it would have to be now.
"I am truly sorry Severus. The choice is yours to make, and unfortunately yours alone." Albus said as he started to scribble something on a piece of parchment.
"I must go, now!" Severus Snape snapped.
"If that is your wish, you will write won't you?" He asked as he stood to stand level with his Potions Master.
"Of course." He said while slowly closing his eyes and hoping that when he reopened them it would have all been a horrible dream that he would wake up to find himself, cranky and guilty as always.
"Good day, and good luck my dear friend, may your feet find their way back home again." Albus said as he was walking to the door.
With so few words spoken, Severus Snape was gone, and Albus Dumbledore wasn't sure if he would ever return again. The sparkle that once shone in his eyes was gone, and his heart was once again heavy.
He sat back down at his desk and finished his note that he was writing. Once he was done he took the candle that was lit on his desk and held it underneath the stick of wax that was now melting onto the folded letter. After a small amount of red liquid had settled onto the parchment he took his seal, and stamped it hard into the back of the letter.
A tawny owl was now perched beside his desk with his leg out waiting for the letter to be attached. He said a simple binding charm and gave the owl a piece of his toast that was left over from breakfast.
"My dear bird, I do hope you find Ms. Granger well. It has been several years now since we have seen her." With that the bird flapped it's feathered wings and flew out the large window in search of the now, adult, Miss Hermione Granger.
April Showers brings May Letters?
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A/N: Hello everyone, my name is Heather and I will be a sophomore in college this fall. As of now I have now summer job and hope that I can continue to write this story on a weekly basis. This story is in response to WIKTT's Summer Fic Challenge. At the moment I think the genre will be drama with a little angst thrown in here or there.
I am currently looking for a Beta Reader, if anyone is interested leave a note in the review section. I do hope you enjoy it, because I don't think my twist on the plot has ever been done. Sit back and enjoy!!!
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"Accio Definition and Uses of Magic," Albus Dumbledore said with a swish of his wand. He opened the large volume and placed it on his desk and began reading the following marked passage:
"People often think of magic as a way of life, but the truth is that it will always be nothing more than a tool. A simple tool that people can either harness or demolish. When the line between magic as a tool and a way of life blurs, it transforms itself and the owner of that magic into an animal, a beast that will do any means to get what they want. This is, and always will be known as the viciousness of power and greed." - The Lone Artic Wolf.
Albus Dumbledore closed the book and placed it back on his large cherry bookcase. He walked towards his large red velvet curtains that he drew back with a flick of his wand, and stared out onto the Quidditch fields. The bright spring sun shone into his pale blue eyes. It was the winter of his life, and much was weighing on his shoulders. Not only was Voldermort not dead, but worse once again in hiding. He wasn't sure what was worse anymore, knowing how powerful Voldermort once was, or how powerful he may still yet become. Many people had recently died at the hands of the Dark Lord, and Albus Dumbledore was not the only man feeling guilty about these recent events, and sadly enough he knew it.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door. He tuned around and sighed deeply.
"Come in Severus." He said gently, as he was expecting him.
"Good morning, Headmaster. I expect that this is not to be a social call." He said as he took a seat on one of his three couches.
"Would you care for a drink Severus?" Albus asked as he walked over to his bar and made himself a drink.
"No thank you, sir." He said.
"Severus, you know you may call me Albus, there are no formalities between us, we have known each other for much to long." He continued on while taking a seat behind his large cherry desk that was at least ten times as older than he was.
"Enough small talk, why did you wish to see me this morning? I have no news of Voldermort's whereabouts as I have already mentioned to you last week since after his disappearance." He said as he lowered his head and placed his right hand over the mark. To him this mark would never come off, it was buried deep inside him and no matter how hard he tried he would never forget the pain he put not only himself through, but those who knew him.
"I do not know where to begin, I am afraid I have received an owl this morning, in which you will take particular interest in." Albus paused while he reached in his drawer to pull it out.
"I must say, before you read it, I would like you to know that what ever decision you make after reading this letter, I will fully support it. You may take as much time as you wish, and if you ever need a friend to talk to Hogwarts will always be here for you to return home to." Dumbledore finished as he handed Severus the folded letter.
"If I didn't know any better I would say that either someone has died, or I am being convicted to conspiring to be a Death Eater." Severus said somewhat amused.
Dumbledore did not answer in return, but just bowed his head as Severus opened up the letter.
After what seemed like a half an hour Severus looked up from the letter and looked into Dumbledore's eyes, if there had ever been a time where Severus needed reassurance, it would have to be now.
"I am truly sorry Severus. The choice is yours to make, and unfortunately yours alone." Albus said as he started to scribble something on a piece of parchment.
"I must go, now!" Severus Snape snapped.
"If that is your wish, you will write won't you?" He asked as he stood to stand level with his Potions Master.
"Of course." He said while slowly closing his eyes and hoping that when he reopened them it would have all been a horrible dream that he would wake up to find himself, cranky and guilty as always.
"Good day, and good luck my dear friend, may your feet find their way back home again." Albus said as he was walking to the door.
With so few words spoken, Severus Snape was gone, and Albus Dumbledore wasn't sure if he would ever return again. The sparkle that once shone in his eyes was gone, and his heart was once again heavy.
He sat back down at his desk and finished his note that he was writing. Once he was done he took the candle that was lit on his desk and held it underneath the stick of wax that was now melting onto the folded letter. After a small amount of red liquid had settled onto the parchment he took his seal, and stamped it hard into the back of the letter.
A tawny owl was now perched beside his desk with his leg out waiting for the letter to be attached. He said a simple binding charm and gave the owl a piece of his toast that was left over from breakfast.
"My dear bird, I do hope you find Ms. Granger well. It has been several years now since we have seen her." With that the bird flapped it's feathered wings and flew out the large window in search of the now, adult, Miss Hermione Granger.