I do not own Harry Potter, in fact I own nothing not even myself. That honor belongs
to my cat who graciously allows me to type between feeding and petting him. And of
course J.K.R. owns Harry Potter.
"When I first saw her walking on trembling legs to the schools sorting hat,
I wasn't terribly impressed. She seemed to be all hair and eager little eyes. I
could tell she was never going to be sorted into my house even if her parentage had
allowed it, so after hearing the hat call out her house, a house I despised I
promptly forgot all about her. At least I forgot about her until her first potions
class. I believe she almost came off her seat in her effort to show me she knew the
answers I was throwing at another member of the class. Of course I didn't call on
her as the whole exercise was intended to humiliate the Potter boy and no-one was
actually supposed to know these answers. At that point I believed that she was
trying to show off how much she knew and didn't see her as having a genuine thirst
for knowledge that came later.
I might have been easier on her, well as easy as I get for those out of my
own house, if she had not joined with those two foolish boys. At the time I was
unaware of why that had upset me but as it was I was harsher than ever to her and
the remainder of the so called "dream team" I watched for two years as those boys
seemed to constantly strive to hide her light and make her more like them. I saw
her beginning to believe them when they treated her as though she was less than they
because of her lust for books and knowledge. I watched as they put themselves in
danger and never acknowledged where her intelligence had saved them.
By the end of her third year I knew I was reluctantly fascinated. Not only
was she the only one to actually realize what I was doing when I assigned the essay
on werewolves she was loyal enough to her friends and trusting enough to keep her
silence. I know without her assistance they would never have been able to free both
that mutt and the birdbrain, not that I was happy about her assistance but I did
admire her resourcefulness. By the end of this year I truly saw no difference in
her outward appearance as I was focused on trying to find the limits of that oh so
impressive brain of hers.
It wasn't until her fourth year that I realized how truly stunning she could
be. I and almost every other male in the castle watched with carefully concealed
wonder for the most part as she appeared in great hall on the arm of that boorish
boy. Her friends were stunned and the girls watched with narrowed eyes as she took
the first turn on the dance floor. I could see the Weasley boy among other
reevaluating her as something other than the school brain. I think it was then I
determined to have her for my own, not that I suddenly changed in my attitude towards
her in anyway. No it was merely a decision and the beginnings of a plan to make her
mine.
When she returned in her fifth year I could see that the beauty she had
shown then the year before had been forgotten and they once again tried to induce
her into fitting the status quo, not realizing that to force her to conform would
be as putting a rare orchid among common weeds. Even surrounded by chaff her true
beauty would shine though. It was not her outward appearance that called so to me
although beneath the hair she deigned to tame she was a beauty, no it was her mind
still shining as bright as the rarest of jewels despite all efforts to dim her glory.
I was enraged when Umbridge dared to hurt her and felt vindicated when she got her
just desserts. Being left to a centaur's tender mercy was nothing I would have
happen to anyone I cared about. But her, I was only disappointed when they brought
her back to us.
It was during that summer that I realized I had to have her in my life more
so than it could be at school. It was truly a shame that the death eaters chose to
attack her family as a lesson while she was away with the Weasley's. I of course was
filled with guilt that I had received no warning and thus could not get them to
safety and offered as the only way to assuage that guilt my guardianship of her
until her schooling was complete. I believe that Dumbledore would not have granted
me that pleasure had he not seen how, truly, wretched I felt. But as it was I had
what I desired, her, in my house and at my table. It took her some time to begin to
fully trust me and look upon me as a friend but I had the time to spare. I offered
to continue her education and she fair leaped at the chance. That first summer I
taught her little more than my chosen subject and began opening her eyes to how our
world really worked. I chose her clothing and dressing her in the finest cloth,
things that not only looked well on her but felt like a lovers touch upon her skin.
Even after school had begun again I made time for her to visit and kept up
out private schooling. Don't think that I ever touched her in a way that was not
appropriate, after all she was very young still and I wanted more than merely her
body. I wanted her heart, mind, and soul as well. I slowly began to enlighten her
on how her friends treated her, ignoring all that bright about her until they needed
her help, which she always gave unselfishly until she began to turn away and find
her comfort in my gentle hugs and soothing tones.
By the end of her last summer of Hogwarts she had turned to me for all
things knowing I would never force her to be less than she was, indeed I would
strive for her to push herself constantly forward in her quest for knowledge. She
had begun to see me as more than her friend, her teacher, but I would allow nothing
between us until she had graduated. She accepted that and strove to please me not
knowing that her mere presence did that. I knew that I could never have her fully
while this war raged so I stopped straddling the fence and helped potter
unreservedly until, finally it was over. They accounted me a hero never knowing
that without her it might have gone the other way.
After her graduation she informed her friends of her decision to stay with
me and while not accepting it or I wholeheartedly, trusted her enough to let her
come to me. After all I was one of the heroes of the last battle. We wed and to this
day she has never stopped learning, just what I'm teaching my lovely wife now
though, really shouldn't be said.
AN: well? What did you think? Its just a one shot but almost tore itself through my
fingers and onto the page. Anything you wish to say about this is welcome.
to my cat who graciously allows me to type between feeding and petting him. And of
course J.K.R. owns Harry Potter.
"When I first saw her walking on trembling legs to the schools sorting hat,
I wasn't terribly impressed. She seemed to be all hair and eager little eyes. I
could tell she was never going to be sorted into my house even if her parentage had
allowed it, so after hearing the hat call out her house, a house I despised I
promptly forgot all about her. At least I forgot about her until her first potions
class. I believe she almost came off her seat in her effort to show me she knew the
answers I was throwing at another member of the class. Of course I didn't call on
her as the whole exercise was intended to humiliate the Potter boy and no-one was
actually supposed to know these answers. At that point I believed that she was
trying to show off how much she knew and didn't see her as having a genuine thirst
for knowledge that came later.
I might have been easier on her, well as easy as I get for those out of my
own house, if she had not joined with those two foolish boys. At the time I was
unaware of why that had upset me but as it was I was harsher than ever to her and
the remainder of the so called "dream team" I watched for two years as those boys
seemed to constantly strive to hide her light and make her more like them. I saw
her beginning to believe them when they treated her as though she was less than they
because of her lust for books and knowledge. I watched as they put themselves in
danger and never acknowledged where her intelligence had saved them.
By the end of her third year I knew I was reluctantly fascinated. Not only
was she the only one to actually realize what I was doing when I assigned the essay
on werewolves she was loyal enough to her friends and trusting enough to keep her
silence. I know without her assistance they would never have been able to free both
that mutt and the birdbrain, not that I was happy about her assistance but I did
admire her resourcefulness. By the end of this year I truly saw no difference in
her outward appearance as I was focused on trying to find the limits of that oh so
impressive brain of hers.
It wasn't until her fourth year that I realized how truly stunning she could
be. I and almost every other male in the castle watched with carefully concealed
wonder for the most part as she appeared in great hall on the arm of that boorish
boy. Her friends were stunned and the girls watched with narrowed eyes as she took
the first turn on the dance floor. I could see the Weasley boy among other
reevaluating her as something other than the school brain. I think it was then I
determined to have her for my own, not that I suddenly changed in my attitude towards
her in anyway. No it was merely a decision and the beginnings of a plan to make her
mine.
When she returned in her fifth year I could see that the beauty she had
shown then the year before had been forgotten and they once again tried to induce
her into fitting the status quo, not realizing that to force her to conform would
be as putting a rare orchid among common weeds. Even surrounded by chaff her true
beauty would shine though. It was not her outward appearance that called so to me
although beneath the hair she deigned to tame she was a beauty, no it was her mind
still shining as bright as the rarest of jewels despite all efforts to dim her glory.
I was enraged when Umbridge dared to hurt her and felt vindicated when she got her
just desserts. Being left to a centaur's tender mercy was nothing I would have
happen to anyone I cared about. But her, I was only disappointed when they brought
her back to us.
It was during that summer that I realized I had to have her in my life more
so than it could be at school. It was truly a shame that the death eaters chose to
attack her family as a lesson while she was away with the Weasley's. I of course was
filled with guilt that I had received no warning and thus could not get them to
safety and offered as the only way to assuage that guilt my guardianship of her
until her schooling was complete. I believe that Dumbledore would not have granted
me that pleasure had he not seen how, truly, wretched I felt. But as it was I had
what I desired, her, in my house and at my table. It took her some time to begin to
fully trust me and look upon me as a friend but I had the time to spare. I offered
to continue her education and she fair leaped at the chance. That first summer I
taught her little more than my chosen subject and began opening her eyes to how our
world really worked. I chose her clothing and dressing her in the finest cloth,
things that not only looked well on her but felt like a lovers touch upon her skin.
Even after school had begun again I made time for her to visit and kept up
out private schooling. Don't think that I ever touched her in a way that was not
appropriate, after all she was very young still and I wanted more than merely her
body. I wanted her heart, mind, and soul as well. I slowly began to enlighten her
on how her friends treated her, ignoring all that bright about her until they needed
her help, which she always gave unselfishly until she began to turn away and find
her comfort in my gentle hugs and soothing tones.
By the end of her last summer of Hogwarts she had turned to me for all
things knowing I would never force her to be less than she was, indeed I would
strive for her to push herself constantly forward in her quest for knowledge. She
had begun to see me as more than her friend, her teacher, but I would allow nothing
between us until she had graduated. She accepted that and strove to please me not
knowing that her mere presence did that. I knew that I could never have her fully
while this war raged so I stopped straddling the fence and helped potter
unreservedly until, finally it was over. They accounted me a hero never knowing
that without her it might have gone the other way.
After her graduation she informed her friends of her decision to stay with
me and while not accepting it or I wholeheartedly, trusted her enough to let her
come to me. After all I was one of the heroes of the last battle. We wed and to this
day she has never stopped learning, just what I'm teaching my lovely wife now
though, really shouldn't be said.
AN: well? What did you think? Its just a one shot but almost tore itself through my
fingers and onto the page. Anything you wish to say about this is welcome.