Title: Why Me?
Chapter 2: Settling In.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Unfortunately!
A/N: Thank you to all of my reviewers. Pippinfan25: Don't worry everything will be explained in the third chapter about what his parents are like and what exactly Harry saw. Elfobsession2931: Again it will be explained in the third chapter. DracoMalfoylover108: Don't worry the language is definitely going to be light now like "git" and "bloody" is all. It was just a bad day for Snape and he cracked. Viewtiful John: Exactly! You've got the idea. Reaka: Thank you so much for reviewing. I'm glad you like it so far and I will make sure to keep updating as quickly as possible. I'm definitely going to use your idea but probably in the fourth chapter. Keep reading and reviewing! Thanks! chickens: I'm glad you liked my first chapter and I hope you like this one just as much.
Chapter Two: Settling In.
Severus stood there a moment in shock. His parents . . . here . . . at the school. No, no, no this could not be happening! He refused to believe it. He hadn't seen or spoken to his parents in over a year, why would they turn up suddenly?
"Sevi don't stand there with your mouth hanging open, give me a hug." His elderly mother insisted holding open her arms. She wore majestic deep purple robes that were made of velvet like material. Her blue eyes were not a brilliant blue, that were commonly thought as beautiful, but a deep, dark blue. Her long black hair that was pulled back, though graying, was as beautiful as ever.
To tell the truth Severus didn't look much like her except for her black hair. He had, on the other hand, received his talent of potion brewing from her. She had been and still was a masterful potion maker.
His father on the other hand was were most of his appearance had come from. His dark (almost black) eyes, his hooked nose, almost every physical characteristic had been passed to Severus from his father. Today his father wore dark blue robes to match his wife's deep purple ones. His dark salt and pepper hair was cut short and he wore a cheerful smile. "Well son give your mother a hug."
Snape did so, but with a grimace. His parents didn't seem to notice his discomfort. Only one question ran through his mind. 'Why are they here?' As he pulled away from his mother's embrace his father grasped his hand and shook it vigorously. "It's nice to see you boy! It's been a while." His father beamed.
'Oh not long enough.' Snape thought.
"Well are you going to invite us in or are we going to spend the rest of the night in the doorway?"
Snape wanted to do nothing more than slam the door in their faces, but he did not. Instead he stepped aside motioning them to come in. They hurried inside and Snape shut the door behind them. Before he could mutter the spell to light the room it was filled with a soft glow.
"It's large enough, but Severus it's so," She paused. "gloomy."
"I like the dark. You know that."
"It's not just the dark." She protested. "The room is so bare."
As Snape looked around he couldn't see what she meant. There was a desk and chair, a reclining chair, a couch, several shelves covered with potion bottles, and a bookshelf full of books. It was everything he needed and more. And as for the size it was more room than he needed, considering the adjoining bedroom and the spacious bathroom. "It has everything I need." He took a seat in a seat in the chair motioning for them to sit on the couch across from him.
"Well yes but what about adding something for comfort and beauty?" His mother asked sitting down next to her husband.
Snape just shrugged. It had never occurred to him that his chambers might seem bare to someone. It didn't bother him either that it may seem empty. He never really thought about decorating, it just wasn't necessary.
"Dear just because he doesn't have your decorating ability doesn't mean there's anything wrong with the room. Though it is a bit cold."
Severus aimed his wand at the fireplace and a roaring fire burst forth. When he turned back to them he leaned forward slightly, putting his hands together. "I don't mean this rudely but . . . why are you here?"
"Why Sevi, we thought you'd never ask. We thought maybe you had already guessed." His mother smiled lightly. "We've missed you Severus."
Snape felt a twinge of guilt as he noticed the tears in his mother's eyes. He tried to justify his actions by telling himself that they hadn't written either, but then he remembered he hadn't answered six of their letters before they'd stopped writing. "I've been busy helping Dumbledore with . . .," He couldn't reveal that he was a spy. "things."
"We thought that was it or at least I did." He turned to his wife. "You see Aimee, nothing to get upset over."
"I know it was foolish of me but I suppose being a mother I just tend to expect the worst. Anyway that's not the only reason we came. We wanted to see the school again, you know it's been a while since we've seen it."
'Awhile?!' Snape thought indignantly. 'More like decades!'
"It certainly has changed since we were in school." His father mused. "What's with that gnarly willow?"
"I wouldn't go near that if I were you." Snape warned.
"Why's that?"
"That's the Whomping Willow, didn't I tell you about that when I was in school? Anyway, it strikes at whatever comes near it. It probably kills fifteen blue birds a day."
"My goodness!" His mother gasped. "Having a thing like that on school grounds. Well I suppose Dumbledore has his reasons for it being there. How is he these days"?
"Same as always." There was a pause before Snape finally spoke again. "It's getting late. I'll have the house elves set up a room for you." Snape began to rise from his chair.
"Oh need to bother them dear. "His mother flicked her wand and a bed appeared in one of the corners. "We'll make do in here for tonight."
Snape cringed inwardly. "I'm sure the house elves would be more than happy . . ."
"Nonsense," His father waved his hand dismissively. "We'll be fine in here for tonight."
Snape was not happy with this idea but he was too tired to argue. He nodded his head somberly. "All right . . . well good night then." He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. He headed for his room, ready to shut and lock the door.
"Goodnight dear." Aimee replied.
"Goodnight Severus."
Snape shut the door and locked it with a click. He let out a relieved sigh. Flopping down on the bed he threw his arms over his eyes to block the world out. If he had thought it had been a bad day before it had just gotten worse. He now remembered why he had avoided seeing his parents. They could be extremely annoying. What was worse was the fact that they were going to be staying at the school. The same school as his students. 'Maybe I could die before morning.' He thought in hopeful despair.
In the next room his mother and father were settling in. Aimee pulled her long hair out of the hair binder she had used to put it up with. She carefully brushed her hair. She had already changed into her pajamas and hung her robes in the wardrobe she had supplied with her wand. Her husband was already in bed reading a book.
"Isaac did Severus seem strange to you?"
"Strange?" He lowered his book to look at her a pondering look on his face. "A little but he was probably just surprised to see us. After all it's been a year or more since we last talked to him."
Aimee, finished with her hair, joined him on the bed. "I suppose. He just seemed overly quiet and . . . stern."
"He's always been a little bit solemn you know that."
"True but I think while I'm here I need to make some changes." She snuggled under the blankets with a smile. "And it all starts tomorrow."
Chapter 2: Settling In.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Unfortunately!
A/N: Thank you to all of my reviewers. Pippinfan25: Don't worry everything will be explained in the third chapter about what his parents are like and what exactly Harry saw. Elfobsession2931: Again it will be explained in the third chapter. DracoMalfoylover108: Don't worry the language is definitely going to be light now like "git" and "bloody" is all. It was just a bad day for Snape and he cracked. Viewtiful John: Exactly! You've got the idea. Reaka: Thank you so much for reviewing. I'm glad you like it so far and I will make sure to keep updating as quickly as possible. I'm definitely going to use your idea but probably in the fourth chapter. Keep reading and reviewing! Thanks! chickens: I'm glad you liked my first chapter and I hope you like this one just as much.
Chapter Two: Settling In.
Severus stood there a moment in shock. His parents . . . here . . . at the school. No, no, no this could not be happening! He refused to believe it. He hadn't seen or spoken to his parents in over a year, why would they turn up suddenly?
"Sevi don't stand there with your mouth hanging open, give me a hug." His elderly mother insisted holding open her arms. She wore majestic deep purple robes that were made of velvet like material. Her blue eyes were not a brilliant blue, that were commonly thought as beautiful, but a deep, dark blue. Her long black hair that was pulled back, though graying, was as beautiful as ever.
To tell the truth Severus didn't look much like her except for her black hair. He had, on the other hand, received his talent of potion brewing from her. She had been and still was a masterful potion maker.
His father on the other hand was were most of his appearance had come from. His dark (almost black) eyes, his hooked nose, almost every physical characteristic had been passed to Severus from his father. Today his father wore dark blue robes to match his wife's deep purple ones. His dark salt and pepper hair was cut short and he wore a cheerful smile. "Well son give your mother a hug."
Snape did so, but with a grimace. His parents didn't seem to notice his discomfort. Only one question ran through his mind. 'Why are they here?' As he pulled away from his mother's embrace his father grasped his hand and shook it vigorously. "It's nice to see you boy! It's been a while." His father beamed.
'Oh not long enough.' Snape thought.
"Well are you going to invite us in or are we going to spend the rest of the night in the doorway?"
Snape wanted to do nothing more than slam the door in their faces, but he did not. Instead he stepped aside motioning them to come in. They hurried inside and Snape shut the door behind them. Before he could mutter the spell to light the room it was filled with a soft glow.
"It's large enough, but Severus it's so," She paused. "gloomy."
"I like the dark. You know that."
"It's not just the dark." She protested. "The room is so bare."
As Snape looked around he couldn't see what she meant. There was a desk and chair, a reclining chair, a couch, several shelves covered with potion bottles, and a bookshelf full of books. It was everything he needed and more. And as for the size it was more room than he needed, considering the adjoining bedroom and the spacious bathroom. "It has everything I need." He took a seat in a seat in the chair motioning for them to sit on the couch across from him.
"Well yes but what about adding something for comfort and beauty?" His mother asked sitting down next to her husband.
Snape just shrugged. It had never occurred to him that his chambers might seem bare to someone. It didn't bother him either that it may seem empty. He never really thought about decorating, it just wasn't necessary.
"Dear just because he doesn't have your decorating ability doesn't mean there's anything wrong with the room. Though it is a bit cold."
Severus aimed his wand at the fireplace and a roaring fire burst forth. When he turned back to them he leaned forward slightly, putting his hands together. "I don't mean this rudely but . . . why are you here?"
"Why Sevi, we thought you'd never ask. We thought maybe you had already guessed." His mother smiled lightly. "We've missed you Severus."
Snape felt a twinge of guilt as he noticed the tears in his mother's eyes. He tried to justify his actions by telling himself that they hadn't written either, but then he remembered he hadn't answered six of their letters before they'd stopped writing. "I've been busy helping Dumbledore with . . .," He couldn't reveal that he was a spy. "things."
"We thought that was it or at least I did." He turned to his wife. "You see Aimee, nothing to get upset over."
"I know it was foolish of me but I suppose being a mother I just tend to expect the worst. Anyway that's not the only reason we came. We wanted to see the school again, you know it's been a while since we've seen it."
'Awhile?!' Snape thought indignantly. 'More like decades!'
"It certainly has changed since we were in school." His father mused. "What's with that gnarly willow?"
"I wouldn't go near that if I were you." Snape warned.
"Why's that?"
"That's the Whomping Willow, didn't I tell you about that when I was in school? Anyway, it strikes at whatever comes near it. It probably kills fifteen blue birds a day."
"My goodness!" His mother gasped. "Having a thing like that on school grounds. Well I suppose Dumbledore has his reasons for it being there. How is he these days"?
"Same as always." There was a pause before Snape finally spoke again. "It's getting late. I'll have the house elves set up a room for you." Snape began to rise from his chair.
"Oh need to bother them dear. "His mother flicked her wand and a bed appeared in one of the corners. "We'll make do in here for tonight."
Snape cringed inwardly. "I'm sure the house elves would be more than happy . . ."
"Nonsense," His father waved his hand dismissively. "We'll be fine in here for tonight."
Snape was not happy with this idea but he was too tired to argue. He nodded his head somberly. "All right . . . well good night then." He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. He headed for his room, ready to shut and lock the door.
"Goodnight dear." Aimee replied.
"Goodnight Severus."
Snape shut the door and locked it with a click. He let out a relieved sigh. Flopping down on the bed he threw his arms over his eyes to block the world out. If he had thought it had been a bad day before it had just gotten worse. He now remembered why he had avoided seeing his parents. They could be extremely annoying. What was worse was the fact that they were going to be staying at the school. The same school as his students. 'Maybe I could die before morning.' He thought in hopeful despair.
In the next room his mother and father were settling in. Aimee pulled her long hair out of the hair binder she had used to put it up with. She carefully brushed her hair. She had already changed into her pajamas and hung her robes in the wardrobe she had supplied with her wand. Her husband was already in bed reading a book.
"Isaac did Severus seem strange to you?"
"Strange?" He lowered his book to look at her a pondering look on his face. "A little but he was probably just surprised to see us. After all it's been a year or more since we last talked to him."
Aimee, finished with her hair, joined him on the bed. "I suppose. He just seemed overly quiet and . . . stern."
"He's always been a little bit solemn you know that."
"True but I think while I'm here I need to make some changes." She snuggled under the blankets with a smile. "And it all starts tomorrow."
