Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter Universe, That's J.K Rowling's job. But, I am the creator of this plot!
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Visions From Insanity
Sixth Year Potions had been particularly excruciating that day and Hermione Granger was just not up for the challenge of enduring another class. She was mocked and humiliated for completing the perfect night-vision potion and her friends half-heartedly defended her, shying at the potion master's cold glares. She was beyond respected by any of her other teachers...but this one, Professor Severus Snape, obviously saw nothing special in her. Or perhaps her talent was overlooked simply because she was a muggle-born Gryffindor.
Instead of going to History of Magic class featuring the ever exciting Professor Binns, she decided to read and eat lunch in the library. So at the beginning of lunch, she slipped out of the Great Hall with a small bundle in her hand before her friends could spot her. Harry and Ron were rounding a corner and she figured she should duck out of sight before they questioned her, besides, she was still mad about their not defending her in class. And there, huddling behind a large gargoyle, she heard something quite unexpected.
"It's not a big deal really, Harry, you just have to consider the facts. Hermione just doesn't understand...You can't blame her for ignorance, can you?"
'Ignorance? What's this all about?'
"You don't get it!" Harry said in an exasperated tone, as if he'd been explaining this to Ron for the hundredth time. "I hate it, I hate not being able to talk to her! Why can't she just understand this isn't going to work! ...Talk to her, yeah right, talk to her!" he ended with a sort of huff that seemingly finalized the subject.
Instead of bringing up such a sensitive topic again, Ron steered their conversation to the one thing that sated both boys, anything as long as it had the word 'Quidditch' in it. Their speech echoed across the walls as they entered the Great Hall and the memory of their previous troubles quickly faded as they sat down to eat. Well, only for them anyway. Hermione was still crouched down next to the gargoyle thinking about their conversation. Whatever it was, Harry seemed very frustrated and she decided she would confront him about it...when she could tolerate human contact. So on she went to the library, encountering no more obstacles.
There were fifteen minutes of lunch left and students were still in the library. Hermione chose a secluded spot to put down her things and went off searching for something interesting to read. Before long, she found a small dark blue book nestled between two larger, brighter books. This caught her interest, so she pulled it out from the row and flipped through the pages, getting an idea what it was about. It contained information about certain mental conditions that affected only witches and wizards. There was a short list near the end of the book which contained names of subjects whose mental ailments were unknown and given up on. Among them she found Severus Snape.
Suddenly quite interested in her new findings, she flipped to the beginning of that particular chapter and read on. Skimming through the irrelevant facts, she found the information she was looking for in a short paragraph.
'The only two persons diagnosed with this particular mental condition are Elena Snape and Severus Snape. The fact that the prior is the biological mother to the latter raises questions as to whether this mental condition is genetic or if the said subjects have undergone similar treatment and/or experiences. There were no reported cases similar to the phenomenon of this mother and son. Due to lack of information and the fact that there are only two cases introduced, the medical examination has been closed.'
'Professor Snape? Mental condition?' It made sense to her seeing as how the professor was always just a little creepy. As fitting as this may have seemed, she checked out the small book and left it in her pocket to deal with later. Checking her watch, she realized she had some time to kill before classes would be over and she would be expected back into the common room, so she decided to take a stroll around the lake.
Hermione contemplated several things as she walked along the edge of the lake. What with Harry seeming quite bitter before lunch earlier and her new found knowledge of Professor Snape, She didn't realize a tall shadow coming in her direction.
She was surprised to hear an old dry voice behind her, "Skipping class, are we? Well we'll just see about that!" She turned around to see Filch staring coldly at her. "Lets just see if we can get you into a detention, eh? How about after dinner..." His words were cut short by yet another looming figure headed in their direction. "Ah, Professor, I was just informing Miss Granger here she'd be off to detention with you after dinner!"
"A detention, is it? I suppose there isn't anything else to be expected," he said staring straight at her, "from such ...careless Gryffindors." Hermione felt quite uneasy seeing as how she just found out he was a maniac.
"Well, off with you girl, 'less you want another detention!" Filch screeched and Snape could only curl his lips into that disconcerting smile of his. Hermione trudged off, disappointed at her lack own lack of caution when she ran into Harry coming from History of Magic.
He halted looking for a second concerned about her, but he just as fast turned completely around and walked in the other direction. Confused, Hermione was set to run after him, but thought better of it just in time. Ron came shooting out of a corner almost knocking her down, and without even a glance, He chased after Harry. Something was definitely up. Standing there thinking about it was not going to help, So Hermione found herself chasing after the boys screaming at them to stop. When apparently, her loud yells would not go by unnoticed by even the dead, they were forced to stop and turn around. By this time, Hermione had followed the two of them into a deserted hallway and for a second, She was sure she'd chased the wrong people. They looked determined, but for what she did not know.
"What are you two up to? You've been ignoring me since Potions!" yelled a quite exhausted Hermione.
It would seem Harry had signaled to Ron some how, because Ron backed off and ran off into the direction of the Gryffindor common room. At this point, Hermione was very confused and stared at Harry as if he'd lost his mind. After a long moment of his unemotional staring, She just got anxious.
"WHAT?"
And at her outburst, Harry launched himself at her, pinning her against the far wall with his right hand around her neck. At this sudden discomfort, she did what came naturally to her and screamed. Sense came to her as Harry was looking at her with sympathy in his eyes. But as soon as it had come, it left and entered an emotion she'd never seen in him before. With his hand around her neck, he brought his head up next to hers and whispered into her ear.
"Hermione...Why can't you just understand? You're so much...but no, I guess he's wrong." He whispered sadly and dropped his hand to his side. "You'll never understand..." He stood there, arms at his sides and so close to her, she could feel his harsh breathing on her shoulder. For a long moment, neither moved, the air was tense and time seemed to be slipping. "Let's go. No time to stop by the dorms, Dinner's in thirty minutes." And with that, He was back to his normal self, talking about things he normally talked about. Hermione was immensely relieved and accepted his outburst of emotion as he'd done for her during their years as friends and classmates. With that, they set off towards the Great Hall back in cheery moods.
After finishing a particularly delicious strawberry cream puff, Hermione realized she had a detention with Snape in just a few minutes. She said her hurried goodbyes and quickly left the table and out the room. She rushed through the halls to get to his class on time...but as she entered the hallway to the potions classroom, she felt very nervous to meet her now proven maniacal teacher. 'It's not as if he'd change just because I'd read a book!' but she was anxious nonetheless.
There came a sudden crash from his room accompanied by a loud yell. Before she could think, Hermione let instinct take over and hurried to help whoever was in despair.
By the time she entered the room, She realized where she was and exactly who she'd walked in on throwing things. Snape was standing in the front of the room with a clearly angry expression on his face. She meekly entered the room and realized there was nobody but him in there. What exactly could he be so angry at? As soon as he saw her, she froze on the spot and looked up at him like a scared puppy. He walked over to her in long strides, quickly covering the distance between them. At this point, Hermione was frightened out of her wits and just stood there, waiting for something to happen. Snape blinked once. He picked her up by the collar and before she realized what was happening, the room was spinning in circles and she found herself lying in a heap on the floor with an immense pain in her side. All around her were shards of shattered glass, they were undoubtedly decanters she'd broken during her fall. She looked down to where the pain was most acute and found a rather large shard of glass coming straight out of the side of her stomach, like a very wide arrow.
She noticed him coming again in her direction. This time, she was prepared to fight despite her grave injury. She glared up at him, but before she could say or do anything...
"WHY WONT YOU LOVE ME?"
And his voice echoed through her mind as she gave into the darkness pulling her away from consciousness.
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....Boy I'm really abusing Hermione here @.@ poor girl, oh well, it'll all be explained in later chapters *cough cough* tell me, is it too fast paced? Please R&R! it's my first fanfic, of any kind! oh good goshness, i can't seem to figure out how to format any of this stuff, someone explain please! -sushi
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Visions From Insanity
Sixth Year Potions had been particularly excruciating that day and Hermione Granger was just not up for the challenge of enduring another class. She was mocked and humiliated for completing the perfect night-vision potion and her friends half-heartedly defended her, shying at the potion master's cold glares. She was beyond respected by any of her other teachers...but this one, Professor Severus Snape, obviously saw nothing special in her. Or perhaps her talent was overlooked simply because she was a muggle-born Gryffindor.
Instead of going to History of Magic class featuring the ever exciting Professor Binns, she decided to read and eat lunch in the library. So at the beginning of lunch, she slipped out of the Great Hall with a small bundle in her hand before her friends could spot her. Harry and Ron were rounding a corner and she figured she should duck out of sight before they questioned her, besides, she was still mad about their not defending her in class. And there, huddling behind a large gargoyle, she heard something quite unexpected.
"It's not a big deal really, Harry, you just have to consider the facts. Hermione just doesn't understand...You can't blame her for ignorance, can you?"
'Ignorance? What's this all about?'
"You don't get it!" Harry said in an exasperated tone, as if he'd been explaining this to Ron for the hundredth time. "I hate it, I hate not being able to talk to her! Why can't she just understand this isn't going to work! ...Talk to her, yeah right, talk to her!" he ended with a sort of huff that seemingly finalized the subject.
Instead of bringing up such a sensitive topic again, Ron steered their conversation to the one thing that sated both boys, anything as long as it had the word 'Quidditch' in it. Their speech echoed across the walls as they entered the Great Hall and the memory of their previous troubles quickly faded as they sat down to eat. Well, only for them anyway. Hermione was still crouched down next to the gargoyle thinking about their conversation. Whatever it was, Harry seemed very frustrated and she decided she would confront him about it...when she could tolerate human contact. So on she went to the library, encountering no more obstacles.
There were fifteen minutes of lunch left and students were still in the library. Hermione chose a secluded spot to put down her things and went off searching for something interesting to read. Before long, she found a small dark blue book nestled between two larger, brighter books. This caught her interest, so she pulled it out from the row and flipped through the pages, getting an idea what it was about. It contained information about certain mental conditions that affected only witches and wizards. There was a short list near the end of the book which contained names of subjects whose mental ailments were unknown and given up on. Among them she found Severus Snape.
Suddenly quite interested in her new findings, she flipped to the beginning of that particular chapter and read on. Skimming through the irrelevant facts, she found the information she was looking for in a short paragraph.
'The only two persons diagnosed with this particular mental condition are Elena Snape and Severus Snape. The fact that the prior is the biological mother to the latter raises questions as to whether this mental condition is genetic or if the said subjects have undergone similar treatment and/or experiences. There were no reported cases similar to the phenomenon of this mother and son. Due to lack of information and the fact that there are only two cases introduced, the medical examination has been closed.'
'Professor Snape? Mental condition?' It made sense to her seeing as how the professor was always just a little creepy. As fitting as this may have seemed, she checked out the small book and left it in her pocket to deal with later. Checking her watch, she realized she had some time to kill before classes would be over and she would be expected back into the common room, so she decided to take a stroll around the lake.
Hermione contemplated several things as she walked along the edge of the lake. What with Harry seeming quite bitter before lunch earlier and her new found knowledge of Professor Snape, She didn't realize a tall shadow coming in her direction.
She was surprised to hear an old dry voice behind her, "Skipping class, are we? Well we'll just see about that!" She turned around to see Filch staring coldly at her. "Lets just see if we can get you into a detention, eh? How about after dinner..." His words were cut short by yet another looming figure headed in their direction. "Ah, Professor, I was just informing Miss Granger here she'd be off to detention with you after dinner!"
"A detention, is it? I suppose there isn't anything else to be expected," he said staring straight at her, "from such ...careless Gryffindors." Hermione felt quite uneasy seeing as how she just found out he was a maniac.
"Well, off with you girl, 'less you want another detention!" Filch screeched and Snape could only curl his lips into that disconcerting smile of his. Hermione trudged off, disappointed at her lack own lack of caution when she ran into Harry coming from History of Magic.
He halted looking for a second concerned about her, but he just as fast turned completely around and walked in the other direction. Confused, Hermione was set to run after him, but thought better of it just in time. Ron came shooting out of a corner almost knocking her down, and without even a glance, He chased after Harry. Something was definitely up. Standing there thinking about it was not going to help, So Hermione found herself chasing after the boys screaming at them to stop. When apparently, her loud yells would not go by unnoticed by even the dead, they were forced to stop and turn around. By this time, Hermione had followed the two of them into a deserted hallway and for a second, She was sure she'd chased the wrong people. They looked determined, but for what she did not know.
"What are you two up to? You've been ignoring me since Potions!" yelled a quite exhausted Hermione.
It would seem Harry had signaled to Ron some how, because Ron backed off and ran off into the direction of the Gryffindor common room. At this point, Hermione was very confused and stared at Harry as if he'd lost his mind. After a long moment of his unemotional staring, She just got anxious.
"WHAT?"
And at her outburst, Harry launched himself at her, pinning her against the far wall with his right hand around her neck. At this sudden discomfort, she did what came naturally to her and screamed. Sense came to her as Harry was looking at her with sympathy in his eyes. But as soon as it had come, it left and entered an emotion she'd never seen in him before. With his hand around her neck, he brought his head up next to hers and whispered into her ear.
"Hermione...Why can't you just understand? You're so much...but no, I guess he's wrong." He whispered sadly and dropped his hand to his side. "You'll never understand..." He stood there, arms at his sides and so close to her, she could feel his harsh breathing on her shoulder. For a long moment, neither moved, the air was tense and time seemed to be slipping. "Let's go. No time to stop by the dorms, Dinner's in thirty minutes." And with that, He was back to his normal self, talking about things he normally talked about. Hermione was immensely relieved and accepted his outburst of emotion as he'd done for her during their years as friends and classmates. With that, they set off towards the Great Hall back in cheery moods.
After finishing a particularly delicious strawberry cream puff, Hermione realized she had a detention with Snape in just a few minutes. She said her hurried goodbyes and quickly left the table and out the room. She rushed through the halls to get to his class on time...but as she entered the hallway to the potions classroom, she felt very nervous to meet her now proven maniacal teacher. 'It's not as if he'd change just because I'd read a book!' but she was anxious nonetheless.
There came a sudden crash from his room accompanied by a loud yell. Before she could think, Hermione let instinct take over and hurried to help whoever was in despair.
By the time she entered the room, She realized where she was and exactly who she'd walked in on throwing things. Snape was standing in the front of the room with a clearly angry expression on his face. She meekly entered the room and realized there was nobody but him in there. What exactly could he be so angry at? As soon as he saw her, she froze on the spot and looked up at him like a scared puppy. He walked over to her in long strides, quickly covering the distance between them. At this point, Hermione was frightened out of her wits and just stood there, waiting for something to happen. Snape blinked once. He picked her up by the collar and before she realized what was happening, the room was spinning in circles and she found herself lying in a heap on the floor with an immense pain in her side. All around her were shards of shattered glass, they were undoubtedly decanters she'd broken during her fall. She looked down to where the pain was most acute and found a rather large shard of glass coming straight out of the side of her stomach, like a very wide arrow.
She noticed him coming again in her direction. This time, she was prepared to fight despite her grave injury. She glared up at him, but before she could say or do anything...
"WHY WONT YOU LOVE ME?"
And his voice echoed through her mind as she gave into the darkness pulling her away from consciousness.
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....Boy I'm really abusing Hermione here @.@ poor girl, oh well, it'll all be explained in later chapters *cough cough* tell me, is it too fast paced? Please R&R! it's my first fanfic, of any kind! oh good goshness, i can't seem to figure out how to format any of this stuff, someone explain please! -sushi