Disclaimer: SadlyI don't own Harry Potter, so for the time being I'll just play with the characters. I promise I'll put them back.
Hey everyone, this is a Snape/Hermione story, and if your grossed out by that, please give it a try it's not that bad. But anyway, this story is told byHermione as she reflects back on her life and it does go into flashbackswhich takes place during her7th year. SoI hope you all enjoy and on with the story.
Discoveries
As I look back on my life at Hogwarts, I realized just how many mistakes I had made. God, if I could just go back, but sadly there's no turning back time to change that one fateful night when I saw another side to a person I wanted nothing to do with. My name is Hermione Granger, and this is my story.
I woke up, sweat pouring down my face, gathering at the base of my neck. A vivid nightmare had plagued me that night. Sitting up, I peered around my room. 'It's okay it's just a dream,' I breathed, wiping my hand across my face. I pulled back the duvet, gliding my legs to the edge of the bed and padded across the floor to my bathroom.
Unable to go back to sleep, I turned on the faucet and splashed my face with cold water. I brought my head up, looking at the reflection in the mirror. It seemed I had paled over the summer. With the war suddenly looming closer, I felt like the world was crashing down on the shoulders of my two best friends and me.
Walking out of the bathroom, I slowly made my way to one of the many windows in my Head Girl room. I leaned against the wall and gazed outside at the Forbidden Forest as the moonlight shone through reflecting shadows off every wall.
As I looked in the glass to the outside world, I couldn't help but wonder where would I be right now if not for my Hogwarts letter those seven years ago. But as I came back to reality, I pressed my nose even closer to the glass as a figure emerged from the Forbidden Forest. The figure slowly made its way across the ground heading for the front doors.
Curiosity overwhelmed my senses as I quickly grabbed my cloak from my chair and exited the room.
Flashback
Hermione slowly made her way down to the front hall, clad in only her pajamas and a cloak. Her footsteps were the only sound in the corridors at that time of night. It was way to quiet for Hogwarts, something was obviously wrong and she was determined to figure it out.
The front doors burst open as a gust of wind rushed through. A figure in black robes emerged through the doors, hanging onto the wall for support.
Hermione heard the doors open and hastened her steps. Reaching the Front Hall, she crouched down between the bars of the stairs and watched the scene unfold below.
The blood on his arms and legs had increased leaving marks along the walls he so dearly hung to. 'Dam it,' he silently cursed to himself sliding down the wall as he slipped out of consciousness from the pain of his cracked ribs.
Hermione gasped, putting a hand to her mouth, before standing up and scurrying down the stairs. She sat down on her knees next to the man who's face she couldn't see. Carefully bringing her hands up, she drew back his hood revealing the most hated Professor at Hogwarts.
"Professor Snape?" she gasped, gazing at his face. It was contorted in pain as cuts and bruises littered his face. Looking over his body, Hermione noticed the further you went down the more lethal the cuts and bruises became. "What happened to you?" she questioned, her eyebrows wrinkling in confusion. But then realization hit her like a rock hitting a pond. "Voldermort… oh my God he was hit with Crucio," she whispered to herself in shock.
End Flashback
That night I saw one of my professors at their weakest moment. Even though I hated him with all my heart, I knew I couldn't leave him there to die. So I did the only thing I could think of at that moment, I took him to the Room of Requirement.
Flashback
Hermione slowly laid her Professor down on the bed, with the help of her wand. She said another spell as Professor Snape's clothes disappeared, leaving him only in his boxers, still unconscious on the bed.
His deep gashes and broken bones now shone through clearly illuminating every mark and defect. Hermione turned away from her Professor for a moment and looked around.
The room was of deep shades of green and black. 'Typical,' she thought smiling walking toward the medicines cabinet she had thought of before entering the Room of Requirement.
She opened it up and filled her arms with whatever she thought she needed. Walking over to the edge of the bed, she emptied her arms onto the bed and sat down next to Snape. Over the next hour, Hermione worked diligently on her Professor. Healing and mending anything she could find to help ease the pain.
When she was finished, she put away all her things and looked over at Snape one last time before she too would fell asleep. The clock chimed two in the morning making Hermione jump and turn around putting her hand over her heart. Seeing it was just a clock, Hermione calmed down and made her way over to the couch. She flopped down on it whispering a spell to turn off the lights and fell fast asleep.
End Flashback
That night I remember as it were yesterday. It was the first time I had looked at my Potions Professor other than a snaky bastard.
As I ran my fingers across his chest, I felt something different than I had never felt before. At that moment, I didn't know what it was, but as I look back on it, I now know what it was.
When I had awoke the next morning, I found Snape still asleep on the bed. His bruises had healed and his cuts had vanished, making him look younger than he was. The sunlight shone through one of the windows reflecting onto him, letting me know that he was waking up.
I quickly sat up, panicking, while questions continually flowed through my head. What would he do to me if he found out that I was the one who found him? How would he react? I stopped breathing as he slowly shifted onto his side. Deciding to make sure, he was alright without actually being there, I wrote a note and left it on the couch. I then exited the Room of Requirement and headed back to my dormitory without looking back.
To this day, I still have no idea if he did indeed find my letter, or if the letter is still sitting on the couch, the edges yellowing.
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And next time: Snape wakes up, potions class and detention.