Okay, guys. This is the first chapter of 'The Broken, the Misunderstood and Misguided'. This is a Snamione – or whatever you will call it – FanFic, please enjoy. Remember there are two authors writing this. Currently this is 'Flying Alone' writing the first chapter. Enjoy, please and Review. =^.^=
Flying Alone, Chapter One: 'The Broken, the Misunderstood and Misguided.'
It was a dark, cold morning; September the first, to be precise. It was clear winter was having its way and finally seeping in. There was glistening frost twinkling in the early morning sun-light, which had an orange pink-ish tint to it. This was the day Hermione Granger was due to go back to Hogwarts.
It was around seven am - half an hour before the piercing alarm would rupture the peaceful Granger household. Their home: was a large house, with an oversized drive that has the appearance of stretching for miles, and their ground large. All containing larger, luscious, green shrubs, beautiful flowers and green grass. Parked in their driveway was a silver Jaguar; it was fairly new with perfectly matted paint and solid black tyres, with silver shining rims.
Her parents had recently opened a second Dental Clinic, after their first one doing so well; money was not an issue for the Grangers.
All of a sudden Hermione's alarm made a piercing bleep. Hermione quickly slammed her hand to turn the alarm off, she had managed to stop it before another sound was made. She had already been awake, reading a book: ' Hogwarts: A History', one of her favourites. She sighed while getting up, and out of bed. She then glanced over at the clock, which read: '7:30 am'.
Hermione had a long day ahead of her, she was starting her fourth year at Hogwarts. There was some speculation of a massive conspiracy that was happening in Hogwarts - something she had found out from staying a week at the Burrow in the holidays. Harry and Ron had been pestering Ron's father, Arthur, to tell them what would be happening - not that Hermione could careless, she knew it had something to do with the Ministry of Magic. Hermione's time at the Burrow had been fun: gossiping with Ginny, being fed till she could burst by Molly, enjoying lazy afternoons in the sun with her best friends and having to listen to constant arguing between Molly, Fred and George.
Hermione was now stood in her mirror gazing at herself. She was making a little more effort with her appearance; her Mother had decided it had been time for her and her daughter to go 'girly' shopping together, and along with that Hermione now decided to straighten her curls and apply eyeliner. These subtle changes had done the world of good to her confidence. She was wearing casual clothes: a cream blouse - which was low cut, but reasonably - black skinny jeans and a pair of black converse. She had her school robes and uniform in a brown satchel and her trunk was already in her Father's Jaguar.
"Mum," Hermione softly spoke. Jean Granger, Hermione's mother, met her daughter's hazel orbs with a small smile.
"Yes, darling?"
"I shall miss you..." Hermione whispered in reply - she always missed her mum and dad, they were her support.
"And me too, darling. Please go get in the car, your Dad and I will be out soon," Her mum said. Hermione walked out to the car and clambered in; from afar Hermione could have sworn on Merlin's life she could have heard her parents shouting...
No sooner later her mother came storming out of the house, her eyes red and puffy and her cheeks tear stained. Hermione dared not to ask what was wrong, her mum had a look of anger in her eyes - it had always been best to stay quiet when she had that look.
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Hermione arrived King's Cross Station, platform nine, for 8:45 am. Her mum had quickly said goodbye and gave her a brief kiss on the cheek, before speeding off into the distance. Hermione was in a pensive frame of mind; on what was truly upsetting her mum, what had her mum and dad been rowing over?
Hermione soon realised the time, shocked. In panic she ran through the ticket barrier - heading for platform nine and three-quarters - she had just made, two minutes to spare. She could not see Ron or Harry waiting in the swarm of heads so decided just to get on and find a seat.
She looked down all the cabins along the train - there was none free. She could not see her to "dunder-head" best friends; so, she decided that she would hope for the best and clamber into a less occupied cabin.
A person - or a man, rather - sat crossed legged with the prophet open wide hiding their face.
'Hmm - I wonder who that is?' Hermione questioned herself as she placed her luggage in the shelves above the seats. She took the spare bench seat and sat down, flipping open her book and began to read. No words were spoken for a long while, the silence was comfortable; but Hermione had that question burning at the back of her mind, who really was she sharing a cabin with?
As if the male had read Hermione's mind, long fingers clawed at the paper folding it into to halves. Then a silky, soft voice spoke; one Hermione knew well.
"Ah, Miss Granger, what an unexpected... Pleasure. Where are the Dunderheads you call 'friends'?" Severus' voice silky boomed. Hermione's eyes flickered up to stare him in the face, if she had known Professor Snape was in this cabin she would have... Never came in.
"Erm - Sir?" She muttered as her response, her brain was not yet functioning. "Oh. I couldn't find them... I was a little late for the and had to rush, sorry Professor,"
I did not mean to intrude on you... Would you like me to find another cabin?" Hermione mumbled on and on. Severus had a small smirk on his lips, clearly showing his amusement finding Hermione's jabbering humorous.
"Miss Granger, as much as I would love to hear you talk all day I have more important things to worry about. So, if you would sit there quietly it would be appreciated." Severus said in his sarcastic tone. His lips still donned the amused smirk, and his eyes roamed over Hermione's demeanour. She seemed to have changed her style in subtle ways since last year. Her hair was no longer a bushy main; it was a silky straight, mass of blonde hair flowing over her shoulders. She had make-up on and her outfit choice made it look as if she chose it, not just picked the first thing out of her draw.
"So... It's okay if I stay in here wit-with you?" She questioned him. He replied with a curt nod and picked up his paper once again.
They sat in silence for a good while, before the Trolley Lady knocked on the cabin door. All different types of cakes and sweets, the usual.
"Can I get you anything?" Her voiced hummed in a gentle tone.
Severus remained silent, not lifting his head once from his paper. His dark, fierce eyes were fixed on an article about the return of Sirius Black as Severus occluded his mind from his childhood memories.
Hermione looked at the Trolley Lady smiled; then said:
"No thank you. I think we're both fine." She spoke trying to sound as cheerful as she could - without another word the Trolley Lady moved onto the next cabin.
Hermione sighed under her breath, giving in to the silence; knowing that she wasn't getting anywhere with trying to speak to her Potions Master. She scooted over to the window and began to watch the views of the countryside out of the window. The countryside rolling outside the window, luscious green trees and fields; some littered with cows and others sparse with grass. Severus' eyes started to wonder around the small cabin, then to the window he saw the dark rising over the window pain... Brilliant brown eyes met his own, her gaze have the impression of fear. The temperature in the cabin had cooled. It had an eeriness about it, it was sending shivers down Severus' spine. Something was definitely wrong here, he could sense the dark magic oozing from outside.
Hermione begins to sense something is wrong, totally and utterly wrong. She stood up as getting closer to Severus. Her anxiety was beginning to set in. Her breathing became heavy. All of a sudden the whole train was in total darkness, the lights had switched off - leaving the everything in pitch midnight darkness. Hermione stood frozen, shaking with fear her whole body had tensed; but her hand - for some reason - stretched out to pull on Severus' bat-like robes.
The air in the cabin went even more eerie and the temperature plummeted - to what Hermione believed were Arctic conditions - the doors of the cabin slid open. A scaly skeleton hand ivory-white, constructed from bones and draped in a black material. Hermione shrieked in sheer fear: "Severus...!" She managed to shriek, while her arm wrapped around his waist and Severus stood in front of her in a protective way; like he had done before, a year ago to protect Hermione, Ron and 'Precious Potter' from the God damn awful Werewolf. Hermione still shaking in fear. She hid her head into his back as the scaly-cloaked-thing approached them both. Severus uttered the words,
" Expecto Patronum," his voice a loud whisper, his stance strong and protective. The Dementor disappears on a flash. The lights flicker back on and the light is restored, along with the original room-temperature. Hermione was still shaking with fear. She was as pale as a white sheet; her head buried deep into Severus' back, and her arm tightening around his waist.
Severus swept around, so Hermione was now wrapped around his front. He placed his hand gently on her shoulder.
"Hermione... Oh - er - Miss Granger," Severus began to stutter. "Are you-you okay?" He then asked. Hermione's brilliant brown eyes met Severus' dark mysterious black ones; biting her lip, still shaking and she finally nodded.
"You do not need to worry, Hermione, it will be fine. Wait there a minute." Severus disappeared for a minute, and then returned to the cabin. "Eat this, Hermione. It will help," Severus instructed and passed her a bar of chocolate; she took it off him and ate it. She began to relax and eased up for the rest of the journey to Hogwarts.