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Disclaimer: same old yadda yadda. Jk owns everything and I make no money.
Chapter one
Rejection
Surveying the scene around her, Professor McGonagall was slightly amused. In the otherwise calm office of the Hogwart's Headmaster, chaos reigned.
"Albus, she's gone," the young man sighed as he sat down.
Adjusting his glasses, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore looked upon his young charge wearily, knowing what was to come.
"Yes, she came to see me just this morning I believe."
In the blink of an eye, Severus Snape stood banging his hands on the desk, feeling the anger boiling inside of him.
"What do you mean she came to you this morning, old man?" Glaring evident death, he continued his ranting, "You could have warned me, anything, yet you sat here and did nothing!"
Starting to pace, Severus continued, "Do you understand what she meant to me? You...you let her leave."
Knowing his Potion's Master, Albus said nothing, watching as shouted profanities came from across the room to him. He could feel the anger, hatred, sorrow, and love sweeping off the man from whom the profanities came.
The room began to vibrate as the shouts grew louder, and the feeling of power radiated within the confined space. The portraits chose to huddle in the farthest corner of the room from the source, fearing as objects and frames began to fall. Clattering could be heard as the objects hit the ground and the windows began to shake, wobbling in the frames as the power reached its peak. Hogwart's wards chose that moment to show their presence, proving they would give no mercy to those who wished to harm its walls.
As fast as the power reached its peak it was gone, leaving only a broken man in its wake sobbing for the lost love of his soul.
"How Albus, why?" was the question left hanging in the air.
Minerva McGonagall was wondering what on earth had happened. She had felt the wards and quickly rushed to the stone gargoyle, only to find that she couldn't get in. She decided that whatever had upset Hogwarts was happening right in the Headmaster's office. Now she had entered and immediately wished that she hadn't. Upon seeing her, Albus had given her some noncommittal explanation and then disappeared, after asking for her aid in sorting out his office.
After a few wand waves, the portraits had returned from the corner and joined their frames back in their rightful places. The hushed tones in which they spoke gave Minerva a feeling of unease as she waited for the return of Albus while watching the house elves continue to clean the strewn objects.
"Would Miss be liking a cup of tea as she waits?" a small elf asked who stood at her side, anticipation in her eyes.
"Yes that would be fine," Minerva said as she turned to face the small elf. "What's your name?"
"My name, Miss? Somas," the little elf said while twisting on her ears. Somas fidgeted under the impressive Deputy Headmistress' gaze.
"Somas, have you always worked here?" Minerva asked, while peering through her spectacles at the little creature.
"I only start work recently, Miss. This is my first job. I am very honoured to be working here, Miss," Somas said as she clasped her hands behind her back.
Directing her curious gaze at the elf, Minerva continued questioning, "And how old are you Somas?"
"Fifteen, Miss," the little elf squeaked.
Entering through a side door, Albus interrupted Minerva's inquisition. "Ah, Minerva dear, I see you've met our latest member of staff."
"Oh! Master Dumbledore, sir! Somas will be fetching tea now," and with a pop, Somas disappeared leaving two mugs of tea and a plate of scones.
Taking a seat across from Minerva, Albus looked gravely into the eyes of his Deputy Headmistress.
"I fear I may have pushed him too far this time. I have taken away the only happiness he has experienced," the old wizard spoke sadly.
"How is he? When I felt the wards, I feared the worst," Minerva asked in a concerned voice.
After passing a scone to Albus, Minerva began to butter one for herself.
Taking a bite of his scone, Albus thought over how much he could disclose at that point, not wanting to withhold anything from his love.
"I don't know. When the wards reacted, Severus was experiencing extreme emotions and had a power surge," he continued.
Dropping her scone, Minerva regarded Albus with a dumbstruck expression.
"A power surge! But surely Albus, it couldn't mean..." She trailed off.
"Yes, I think it does. Hermione and Severus are soul mates." Dropping his hands to rest in his lap, the food and tea were forgotten. "As far as I am aware, Hermione hasn't experienced anything, but I'm sure she will once they marry."
"Are you sure they will decide to?" Minerva asked intrigued.
"Yes, once Severus has recovered, he will begin searching for her. I will still be hiding her until she sees fit to return."
"Why did she leave Albus?" Minerva finally asked the question that she had been itching to ask since the conversation began.
"That, I'm afraid, I can't say."
Holding his wand, Albus indicated the oath Hermione had him take.
"A wand oath, Albus? Surely, it isn't that serious!" Minerva asked in a worried tone.
Refusing to say anything else, Albus stood up and offered his hand. "Shall we retire, my dear?"
Taking his offered hand, Minerva and Albus exited the immaculately cleaned office.
The resting form of Hogwart's most feared teacher tossed in his bed, seemingly dreaming, yet he wasn't sleeping. The power surge he had experienced had taken a lot of strength from him. It would take at least a month before he would be able to search for her. 'His love, his life, his Hermione.' His Hermione. It still seemed strange to speak of her in that way after all that time.
They started courting after she graduated, revealing their love to everyone. It had taken Potter and Weasley most of the time before she left for them to understand her need to be with him. When she left, she only left him with pain in his heart.
Those last few years had seen Severus' world turned on its axis. Finally, he allowed the sunlight to warm his frozen heart. If asked how it had happened, Severus would claim to never know. However, it was fairly obvious to everyone that the reason was because he had fallen in love with a particularly annoying Gryffindor.
They spent the first year of their time together as master and apprentice. It was during her seventh year, after Hermione completed all the necessary work that she needed for the N.E.W.T.s. The professors decided that she could spend that year focussed on her chosen career path. Being the know- it-all she was, it was surprisingly difficult for her to be faced with choosing her future. Hermione had remained undecided until the very end.
At the end, Hermione was still undecided between potions and transfiguration. So, Severus and Minerva had sat for hours trying to come up with a study plan to enable her to do both. How Minerva had argued when they announced their love! Even after having come to an agreement that both would not try to sway Hermione's decision, Minerva felt cheated. Hermione had been the prize student of Gryffindor House, after all.
Now, as Severus lay fighting to regain his strength, he allowed every memory hidden in the deepest parts of his mind to wash over him as a comfortable blanket. Constantly having to hide his thoughts from Voldemort had taken its toll on the man.
"Stop being so stupid, and see what is in front of your face! I LOVE YOU Severus," Hermione had confronted him with those words just days before she graduated. They had been dancing around each other for months, falling deeper and deeper into the haven of love. Each refused to do anything about their feelings because of the student/teacher situation.
That had been the first time that they had kissed. Even with as quick and frenzied as it had been, the world seemed to explode around them, leaving them breathless as it ended. Severus had fallen into bed that evening feeling truly bewildered. How had the gods felt he deserved someone so pure and true as Hermione Granger?
Standing in the entrance hall, Severus waited as the students filed out after the Leaving Feast. It seemed that the whole school was around him, but even as his breath started to get shallow, he stopped Hermione. It was then or never, for Severus. Her eyes shining, Hermione fell into his embrace they shared their first legal kiss. To the couple, the world seemingly melted into their kisses. However, the whole school had actually gone crazy, Ron who had been two paces behind Hermione had watched the whole thing occur, stormed to the Gryffindor common room. Harry wasn't far behind him.
Hermione had been acting strange for the last month or so. Everyone thought that she had a mysterious gleam to her eyes. If it was possible, to Severus, she seemed to glow with even more happiness.
"Severus, I love you," Hermione said to him as she had plopped herself down beside him one evening.
"And I love you," He told her, taking her chin in his hand and pulling her lips to his.
"No matter where I am, always remember that I love you," she returned seriously after their kiss ended.
Severus had been confused when she had said that. As far as he was concerned, Hermione was going to be around forever or was she he really didn't know anymore.
That conversation had been two days before Hermione left. Looking upon the memory now, it made perfect sense. Hermione had been planning to leave him.
A/N: So peoples what do you think is it ok for a first chapter, send in a review and let me know
Love squiggle
Disclaimer: same old yadda yadda. Jk owns everything and I make no money.
Chapter one
Rejection
Surveying the scene around her, Professor McGonagall was slightly amused. In the otherwise calm office of the Hogwart's Headmaster, chaos reigned.
"Albus, she's gone," the young man sighed as he sat down.
Adjusting his glasses, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore looked upon his young charge wearily, knowing what was to come.
"Yes, she came to see me just this morning I believe."
In the blink of an eye, Severus Snape stood banging his hands on the desk, feeling the anger boiling inside of him.
"What do you mean she came to you this morning, old man?" Glaring evident death, he continued his ranting, "You could have warned me, anything, yet you sat here and did nothing!"
Starting to pace, Severus continued, "Do you understand what she meant to me? You...you let her leave."
Knowing his Potion's Master, Albus said nothing, watching as shouted profanities came from across the room to him. He could feel the anger, hatred, sorrow, and love sweeping off the man from whom the profanities came.
The room began to vibrate as the shouts grew louder, and the feeling of power radiated within the confined space. The portraits chose to huddle in the farthest corner of the room from the source, fearing as objects and frames began to fall. Clattering could be heard as the objects hit the ground and the windows began to shake, wobbling in the frames as the power reached its peak. Hogwart's wards chose that moment to show their presence, proving they would give no mercy to those who wished to harm its walls.
As fast as the power reached its peak it was gone, leaving only a broken man in its wake sobbing for the lost love of his soul.
"How Albus, why?" was the question left hanging in the air.
Minerva McGonagall was wondering what on earth had happened. She had felt the wards and quickly rushed to the stone gargoyle, only to find that she couldn't get in. She decided that whatever had upset Hogwarts was happening right in the Headmaster's office. Now she had entered and immediately wished that she hadn't. Upon seeing her, Albus had given her some noncommittal explanation and then disappeared, after asking for her aid in sorting out his office.
After a few wand waves, the portraits had returned from the corner and joined their frames back in their rightful places. The hushed tones in which they spoke gave Minerva a feeling of unease as she waited for the return of Albus while watching the house elves continue to clean the strewn objects.
"Would Miss be liking a cup of tea as she waits?" a small elf asked who stood at her side, anticipation in her eyes.
"Yes that would be fine," Minerva said as she turned to face the small elf. "What's your name?"
"My name, Miss? Somas," the little elf said while twisting on her ears. Somas fidgeted under the impressive Deputy Headmistress' gaze.
"Somas, have you always worked here?" Minerva asked, while peering through her spectacles at the little creature.
"I only start work recently, Miss. This is my first job. I am very honoured to be working here, Miss," Somas said as she clasped her hands behind her back.
Directing her curious gaze at the elf, Minerva continued questioning, "And how old are you Somas?"
"Fifteen, Miss," the little elf squeaked.
Entering through a side door, Albus interrupted Minerva's inquisition. "Ah, Minerva dear, I see you've met our latest member of staff."
"Oh! Master Dumbledore, sir! Somas will be fetching tea now," and with a pop, Somas disappeared leaving two mugs of tea and a plate of scones.
Taking a seat across from Minerva, Albus looked gravely into the eyes of his Deputy Headmistress.
"I fear I may have pushed him too far this time. I have taken away the only happiness he has experienced," the old wizard spoke sadly.
"How is he? When I felt the wards, I feared the worst," Minerva asked in a concerned voice.
After passing a scone to Albus, Minerva began to butter one for herself.
Taking a bite of his scone, Albus thought over how much he could disclose at that point, not wanting to withhold anything from his love.
"I don't know. When the wards reacted, Severus was experiencing extreme emotions and had a power surge," he continued.
Dropping her scone, Minerva regarded Albus with a dumbstruck expression.
"A power surge! But surely Albus, it couldn't mean..." She trailed off.
"Yes, I think it does. Hermione and Severus are soul mates." Dropping his hands to rest in his lap, the food and tea were forgotten. "As far as I am aware, Hermione hasn't experienced anything, but I'm sure she will once they marry."
"Are you sure they will decide to?" Minerva asked intrigued.
"Yes, once Severus has recovered, he will begin searching for her. I will still be hiding her until she sees fit to return."
"Why did she leave Albus?" Minerva finally asked the question that she had been itching to ask since the conversation began.
"That, I'm afraid, I can't say."
Holding his wand, Albus indicated the oath Hermione had him take.
"A wand oath, Albus? Surely, it isn't that serious!" Minerva asked in a worried tone.
Refusing to say anything else, Albus stood up and offered his hand. "Shall we retire, my dear?"
Taking his offered hand, Minerva and Albus exited the immaculately cleaned office.
The resting form of Hogwart's most feared teacher tossed in his bed, seemingly dreaming, yet he wasn't sleeping. The power surge he had experienced had taken a lot of strength from him. It would take at least a month before he would be able to search for her. 'His love, his life, his Hermione.' His Hermione. It still seemed strange to speak of her in that way after all that time.
They started courting after she graduated, revealing their love to everyone. It had taken Potter and Weasley most of the time before she left for them to understand her need to be with him. When she left, she only left him with pain in his heart.
Those last few years had seen Severus' world turned on its axis. Finally, he allowed the sunlight to warm his frozen heart. If asked how it had happened, Severus would claim to never know. However, it was fairly obvious to everyone that the reason was because he had fallen in love with a particularly annoying Gryffindor.
They spent the first year of their time together as master and apprentice. It was during her seventh year, after Hermione completed all the necessary work that she needed for the N.E.W.T.s. The professors decided that she could spend that year focussed on her chosen career path. Being the know- it-all she was, it was surprisingly difficult for her to be faced with choosing her future. Hermione had remained undecided until the very end.
At the end, Hermione was still undecided between potions and transfiguration. So, Severus and Minerva had sat for hours trying to come up with a study plan to enable her to do both. How Minerva had argued when they announced their love! Even after having come to an agreement that both would not try to sway Hermione's decision, Minerva felt cheated. Hermione had been the prize student of Gryffindor House, after all.
Now, as Severus lay fighting to regain his strength, he allowed every memory hidden in the deepest parts of his mind to wash over him as a comfortable blanket. Constantly having to hide his thoughts from Voldemort had taken its toll on the man.
"Stop being so stupid, and see what is in front of your face! I LOVE YOU Severus," Hermione had confronted him with those words just days before she graduated. They had been dancing around each other for months, falling deeper and deeper into the haven of love. Each refused to do anything about their feelings because of the student/teacher situation.
That had been the first time that they had kissed. Even with as quick and frenzied as it had been, the world seemed to explode around them, leaving them breathless as it ended. Severus had fallen into bed that evening feeling truly bewildered. How had the gods felt he deserved someone so pure and true as Hermione Granger?
Standing in the entrance hall, Severus waited as the students filed out after the Leaving Feast. It seemed that the whole school was around him, but even as his breath started to get shallow, he stopped Hermione. It was then or never, for Severus. Her eyes shining, Hermione fell into his embrace they shared their first legal kiss. To the couple, the world seemingly melted into their kisses. However, the whole school had actually gone crazy, Ron who had been two paces behind Hermione had watched the whole thing occur, stormed to the Gryffindor common room. Harry wasn't far behind him.
Hermione had been acting strange for the last month or so. Everyone thought that she had a mysterious gleam to her eyes. If it was possible, to Severus, she seemed to glow with even more happiness.
"Severus, I love you," Hermione said to him as she had plopped herself down beside him one evening.
"And I love you," He told her, taking her chin in his hand and pulling her lips to his.
"No matter where I am, always remember that I love you," she returned seriously after their kiss ended.
Severus had been confused when she had said that. As far as he was concerned, Hermione was going to be around forever or was she he really didn't know anymore.
That conversation had been two days before Hermione left. Looking upon the memory now, it made perfect sense. Hermione had been planning to leave him.
A/N: So peoples what do you think is it ok for a first chapter, send in a review and let me know
Love squiggle