Ummmm so I was really bored. Felt like writing a story. Here it is. Probably won't have really long chapters because I get too impatient. Any hooters…
Oh am I supposed to tell everyone that this wasn't my idea? I'm pretty sure you're all clever enough to figure that out. Oh and I kept the idea of horcruxes and dead Dumbledore but we're gonna just ignore the fact that Snape killed him, cause I hated that plot line. So the horcruxes and Dumbledore are the only things I kept from book 6. I'm sorry if you're fond of stories that keep the plot line the same, but I'm not sure I liked book 6. It just pissed me off.
Chapter 1:
Jonathon sat at his table sweating. His concoction was starting to really smell and turn green. He hated potions class with a passion that every one of his classmates understood. He just could not do it. The instructions were right in front of him; however, a perfect potion had eluded him for the past six years of class. Of course, it didn't help that the professor was an evil bat with a huge stick up his ass. Where most professors try to give points for effort, this particular professor barely give points for a perfect result, whether it's a potion, test, or surprise question in the middle of class. It was the words and actions of this professor, Severus Snape, which had caused Jonathon's, dislike, and distaste for potions, also causing him much discomfort in class, which usually led him to screwing up his potions.
He looked back to his potion to see that sparks were flying to the area around him and even his classmates were getting distracted, wondering how long it would take the dreaded wrath of Professor Snape to be released. However, as they glanced up at the professor, they noticed that he was completely in the dark concerning the happenings of his class. Looking back to the potion, the class saw that the potion was becoming perilously aggressive. Jonathon decided it was time to alert the Professor. So, dreading the upcoming confrontation, Jonathon cleared his throat loudly.
"Professor Snape?"
Professor Snape wasn't paying attention to his class. He acknowledged that fact and went about daydreaming. He felt slightly bad that he was not providing adequate supervision, but if they didn't know how to make a simple headache relief potion by now, then they deserved to screw up and face the consequences. With a smirk and that thought, he allowed his mind to wander back to where it was before class started.
The war. He tried not to think about it too often, but sometimes it came unbidden into his thoughts.
After Voldemort had come back that fateful night in the graveyard, the Order of the Phoenix worked feverishly to rid the world of his presence. With the help of the Order, Harry Potter and his two friends were able to find the remaining Horcruxes and destroy them. With that task finished, they were able to finally launch an offensive on a weakened Voldemort and kill him. In retrospect, Snape decided that the end of the war had been rather anti-climactic; a simple surprise appearance by Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and a short spell was all it took to destroy a being that had caused so much devastation.
Although it was anti-climatic, it was also a joyous affair. After being updated about the confrontation, Headmistress McGonagall had thrown together a celebration in the Great Hall of Hogwarts that Dumbledore would have been proud of. Ministry attendants had surprised several by announcing the recipients of an Order of Merlin, First Class, to Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and the entire Order, including a secretly elated Severus Snape.
Snape had continued to attend Death Eater meetings, collecting what information he could and passing it on to the Order. He had been the reason for many saved lives and had helped the trio with their final confrontation. The revelation of this information to the wizarding world had earned Snape the respect he had longed for. Even he and Harry had made amends and he had acknowledged the work of the trio he had always condemned.
Thinking of the trio brought back the reason he had even remembered the war today. He had been reading the Daily Prophet when he came across an article which was supposed to bring everyone up to date with the lives of the war heroes. They had announced congratulations for Harry, who had recently completed his Auror training. They also congratulated Harry for his engagement to Ginny Weasley who he had been dating since the end of the war. Ron had been congratulated for winning MVP of the Chudley Cannons. He had been keeping for them for three years now. Then they went on to talk about Hermione. Miss Granger had gone away to continue her schooling in a prestigious wizarding university in Rome. In the article, she was congratulated for recently finishing her education and receiving a certificate in healing. Along with the certificate came many job offers. Everyone wanted this new specialized healer who had finished on the top of her class. Hermione however, had yet to decide where she wanted to take her skills.
Snape enjoyed reading about the successes of his former students. It made him happy, though he would never admit it, to know that these three were finally able to live their lives as they wanted.
"Professor Snape?"
He scowled at the boy who dared demand his attention. 'Of course,' he thought to himself. 'Jonathon. The present day Neville Longbottom is having trouble with his potion.'
"Yes, Jonathon, what did you do this time?"
"Umm, sir, I think I added the beetle wings to soon. I added it just before the 14 clockwise stirs, sir."
Snape looked up in alarm. "Get out!" he screamed. "Everyone get out quickly." While the students were running out of the room, Snape made his way swiftly to the idiot boy's cauldron. He inspected it quickly after hearing the door close and was about to clear it before anything bad happened but missed his chance by seconds.
The students who had previously occupied the potions classroom were disrupted by a loud explosion. They looked at each other in shock, and Jonathon began running towards the hospital wing to fetch Madam Pomfrey.
Minutes later, Poppy and Minerva stepped into the destruction. They searched frantically for a sign of their potions professor. They didn't like what they found. Amidst the rubble lay a prone figure. He was badly burned and unconscious.
Half an hour later, Minerva anxiously called on the only one she knew that could fix what Poppy could not.
Hermione sat in her apartment, looking at the second job offer she had received that week. This one was for St. Mungos. It was the one she had been waiting for. She had loved Italy, but she missed home, and working as a healer in the magical burn department would ensure that she would see her friends much more than she had in the past several years.
Christmas's and summers had been enough for a while. She had actually found it nice to be away from media and star gazers. She was able to meet new people and see many sights while she was in Italy, but now she was ready to be back in England, near her friends and family.
Excited at the prospect of going home, Hermione took out quill and parchment and began writing a letter to St. Mungos, asking for a meeting in a few weeks. She had just sent off the letter with her owl, Meike, when she heard a frantic call from her fire. She looked over to see her old Professor, Minerva McGonagall, sticking her head into the flames.
"Minerva? How wonderful to see…"
"Hermione! Oh thank Merlin you're home. We need your help. There was an accident in the potions classroom today. Poppy has done all she can but the burns are continuous and he is in so much pain! Poppy just doesn't have the skill that she used to, and now he is starting to go into shock…" Hermione interrupted her ramblings quickly, knowing that her old professor would go on for ages if she didn't.
"Minerva! Stop. I'm coming." She calmly stepped into the fire with her emergency bag, threw some flew powder into the flames and yelled, "Hogwarts, Hospital Wing!"
Hermione immediately deduced that the patient in question must be the sweet tempered Snape, due to the lack of other injuries. She moved hastily to the cot and cast several diagnostic charms to find that the burn from the botched potion was continuing deeper into his tissue and she also realized why Poppy was having trouble stopping the burning. She pulled an emergency cauldron from her bag and added a few ingredients before lighting a small fire to set it at a boil.
Meanwhile, Snape had begun to go into convulsions from the shock, and Hermione ordered Poppy to give him a muscle freezing potion so he couldn't hurt himself anymore. She quickly added more ingredients to her potion which would counteract the burning agent in the potion, stirred twice, and ran to Snape's side, pouring the potion down his throat.
After a few minutes, he began to relax, and the burning seemed to stop. However, the burns didn't disappear.
Minerva looked to Hermione anxiously.
"He'll be okay," she reassured the older woman, "but he is going to need a healer with him for the next few weeks, possibly a month. The burns are very deep and he will need a potion and ointment everyday. He will also need to be on bed rest until the burns have reduced to only the outer layer of the epidermis. By then he should be able to apply ointment on himself."
"Oh, Hermione, thank you so much. I don't know what we would have done if you weren't there. I didn't know what to do about that continual burn. I seem to have lost my touch in healing business." Poppy sadly hung her head, ashamed that one of her favorite people had almost been lost because of her inability.
"Poppy, don't blame yourself, please. If you hadn't been here he wouldn't have had a chance."
"Thank you, dear. I did all I could. I don't know who we are going to call for a personal healer, though. I need to be here and Minerva is much too busy. Someone is going to need to take his classes over as well." Poppy looked desperately at Minerva, wondering what she would do to sort this all out.
Minerva smirked as a light bulb came on in her head. She looked towards Hermione, who was trying to avoid the piercing gaze that Minerva had brilliantly adopted from the former headmaster.
Sighing, Hermione finally conceded to the twinkling eyes of the two devious women. "Okay, I can stay here and help, if you really want me to."
Minerva beamed wildly and immediately set into action, mumbling something about getting a guest room set up in Snape's quarters. Poppy went into her office to make tea, leaving Hermione sitting uncomfortably next to her former potions professor. She realized that by accepting her new position as Snape's caretaker, she was going to be closer to home than she thought. She was coming back to Hogwarts, and she was going to live with Professor Snape. She looked down at him to see that his eyes were opened.
"Professor," she exclaimed, "you startled me! I imagine you're in quite a bit of pain right now. I'm sure you know that one of the cauldrons exploded in your class today. I've stopped the burning that it caused, but not before it managed to burn through most layers of your skin. You're going to need a potion and ointment every day and you need to have aid with you most of the time. Since no one else is really available, I'm afraid you're going to have to deal with me for a bit longer." She stopped, realizing that he hadn't said one word yet. He was looking up at her with something she had longed to see from him since her first year at Hogwarts; respect.
"Miss Granger," he hesitated, "Thank you. I appreciate what you did for me."
She beamed down at him in surprise. "Now stop talking and get me a damn headache potion!" He chuckled as he watched her run towards the medical cabinet. "Know-it-all."
hehehe I'm so corny.