I Will Remember You
By Elvenprincess
Disclaimers and Prologue
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize, that belongs to JK Rowling.
(though if she would like to let me have Snape for a week, I would not protest)
I am not even positive I own the plot. I haven't seen this story yet but hey,
if you think I took it from you, email me and I will give you credit. Don't sue,
I am a poor college student.
This story is between a PG 13 and an R.
I haven't decided if their will be any sex (graphic or non) but there will be adult themes,
and very harsh language. And yes this is a Hermione/Snape romance.
IF ANY OF THIS BOTHERS YOU, STOP READING! I want no flames about the content or the language.
You have been warned now about it. If you chose to keep reading, then it is you're problem.
(this little rant was inspired by my displeasure over decision to cut out all NC-17).
Now onto the story.
(Revised to eliminate a BIG inconsistancy)
Hermione was in shock. She had come home from the store to find what every wizard dreads.
Her house in ruin, and the Dark Mark floating above the burning wreckage.
She stood there completely speechless. There were no tears, no angry words.
She had not processed yet. She heard the distinctive pop of an apparition, as well as the sirens
from the Muggle officials. On either side of her stood Professor McGonagall and
Professor Dumbledore. Both put a hand on her shoulder, knowing better than to try to
speak to her. Nothing they could say would make a difference right now.
Dumbledore left Hermione with McGonagall and went to speak to the MoM officials and the
Muggle police. He was named her guardian, along with McGonagall, as Hermione's parents
were both only children, and her grandparents were unable to care for her in their old age.
Dumbledore grabbed his hat off his head, and muttered a charm. "Hermione, grab the hat, dear.
We are taking you home."
The next few weeks were a blur. A memorial service had been held as there were no bodies
left to bury. Hermione had owled Harry and Ron, and they wanted to come to her,
but they were helping Sirius with an important mission somewhere in Africa.
Hermione had lost nearly everything, except for the rather large trust fund her parents
had left her. She withdrew all of it and transferred it to a vault at Gringotts.
She would have to go Diagon Alley to replace all of her supplies, but that could wait.
Right now the professors who remained at Hogwarts were just trying to get her settled
in to her new life.
"Hermione, I have some news for you." "Yes, Professor?" We shall wait for Minerva and then...
Ah there she is! Come in Minerva." "How did you know? I hadn't even knocked yet!"
"Oh, well anyway, I have brought you two here to deliver some news.
Hermione, I am sure it is no surprise, but you were again top of your class last year.
You are now a sixth year, so I believe it is time we made you a prefect.
This of course comes with some responsibilities, but some privileges as well.
You now have your own room and bathroom, as well as access to the library's Restricted section.
Here is your badge." "Thank you so much Professor Dumbledore, and you Professor McGonagall.
I won't let you down." "We know you won't, child. And do please call us by our first names,
at least during the holidays." "Yes Prof...Minerva. I shall try to remember."
"Splendid! Now it is nearly time for lunch, so we should probably make our way to the Great Hall."
"Wonderful idea, Albus. Come along, Hermione dear."
Hermione was surprised how few of the professors were still at Hogwarts.
She had never really thought about them having lives outside of Hogwarts.
Albus had told her they were running missions or visiting families.
Hermione could understand that. The war had begun at the end of her 4th year, over a year ago.
The attacks had been brutal and were getting more frequent. Many students had been taken from
school, and many of the Slytherins had voluntarily withdrawn to join the Death Eaters
along with their parents. Hermione knew it was a mistake for the parents to take the
children away from Hogwarts, as Dumbledore was the only wizard Voldemort had ever feared.
Hogwarts was the only place they were safe.
Hermione joined the few remaining professors at the Head Table. She sat beside Minerva,
who was to her left, and Remus on her right. He had been asked back for the
Defense Against the Dark Arts position. Hagrid was still there, as were Poppy and
Professor Sprout. Snape, whose chair she now occupied, was one of the absentees.
She wondered what he was doing, as she could not imagine that cruel man having a family to visit.
It was well known that he had been a spy, a role he was forced to cease when Lucius Malfoy
discovered him and reported to the Dark Lord
Hermione was not feeling to well, and had no appetite, so she excused herself from the table
and headed towards the library where she spent most of her days. She now had access to many
more books, and could not wait to ingest them as she did with most books, fully taking in all
the knowledge they offered.