AN: Shocked by life changing news, and having her body become unfamiliar to her, Hermione must turn to people she would least suspect for support and aid in the years to come. Nothing is as it seems, friends can become strangers, and comfort can come from the most unexpected places.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, if I did, I most certainly would not be writing this…
With No Apologies
'Sometimes I feel like I trusted you to well
Sometime I feel like screaming at myself
Sometimes I'm in disbelief I didn't know
Somehow I need to be alone…'
Linkin Park 'Don't Stay'
Prologue
Severus Snape swooped through the darkened halls of Hogworts, A black cloud of ill humor wrapped around his brooding form.
He had just heard a particularly disturbing strain of gossip from a babbling portrait outside his private chambers, and was forced to leave the relative familiarity of his dungeon home to try and walk off the black mood that had descended because of it.
A dull chiming sounded off in some obscure corner of the castle, letting all who were awake that it was now '2:30 in the morning and you best be getting some sleep'.
Sleep was the farthest thing from Snape's mind as he continued to pace along hallways until something outside caught his eye.
Back-stepping a few paces, the feared potions master peered out the turret window into the darkened court yard and tried to discern with his hawk-like eyes what had compelled him to take a second glance.
The dark parted slightly as the clouds shifted to allow beams of silvery moonlight to shine on the object of what had caused such a stir in his mind earlier that evening.
She was there, head tilted up to the sky, eyes shut, arms flung out to her sides as tears, glistening in the sudden moon-glow, poured down her cheeks in reckless abandon.
She was without her robes, clad only in a pair of muggle PJ bottoms and a thin black tank top; her feet left bare and legs spread a shoulder width apart as she stood stone still in the middle of the empty courtyard.
Despite himself, Severus was intrigued by the picture she presented to him unwittingly; painting a tragically beautiful portrait, with her head thrown back in reckless abandon, her mass of untamed curls cascading down her back and shoulders unchecked.
'Stunning…' was the only thought that was able to register in Snapes mind, though he was surprised that through the hazy fog that had descended upon him, to realize that his heart ached.
She began to move. Her crying redoubled, and her hair started to fly around her as a strong wind picked up. He watched her begin to twirl in a circle, arms still flung out to her sides; slowly at first, then picking up speed as a sudden tempest of wind began to surround her, whipping her clothing and hair into a whirlwind.
Taken aback Snape tore his eyes away from her, and glanced up at the sky to watch as countless dark storm clouds rolled in and center themselves above the distraught girl, and consequently the castle, releasing a sudden torrent of heavy pounding rain upon her upturned tear-stained face.
Gapping at the spectacle, Snape could do nothing but stare at the little slip of a girl, who held the power to unleash such a maelstrom at will.
Feeling a hand gently touch his shoulder, Severus jumped slightly, schooling his face back into the impassive cool look that was his trademark, before turning slightly to look at the owner of the offending limb.
The headmaster did not look his way, choosing only to gaze down at the soaked waif like form of Hermione Granger, as she twirled with reckless abandon in the tempest that she had created; the rain washing away her tear-stains and hiding the fact that the tears had yet to stop.
AN: As always reviews are adored. My other two stories I am working on, and a few new chapters should be out in a few days. This is an idea I had to get out because it kept getting tangled. So hopefully you will be suitably intrigued.