BAD MINI CHIPMUNK MIONEE! BAD!
I am soooo sorry it took me this long to update! I promised it would only be about a fortnight apart, but I've been so caught up in leaving school, getting a job, finishing my GCSE's, going to my Great Grandfather's funeral, that I keep forgetting about updating! I'm sorry!
On the plus side, I've started writing my Horror novel again, and we're going to make a short film for it, like the people in MainStayPro on YouTube! :D
CHAPTER TWO – AUGUST 14TH 1977
Hermione looked up into the face of a man with the exact same nose as Severus. In fact, he looked like a taller, darker haired version of him.
Hermione bit her lip as the man moved closer and Severus caught her hand in his.
"Father..." he whispered slowly. The man stopped a few meters away and stared at Hermione down his long hookednose.
"Who might your little... friend be, Severus?" the man sneered, "This is definitely not that Lily girl." He seethed.
"Maya," she replied, "Maya Andrews."
"Maya..." he growled. Severus's hand tightened around hers and she winced as he squeezed a little too hard, "Beautiful name for such a—" the man hiccupped and belched. A strong smell of beer and vomit hit the two teenagers and Hermione held back her gag, wrinkling her nose. Severus's father wiped the back of his hand slowly across his mouth, "beautiful face." He finished.
"Um... yes, well," Hermione turned to look at Severus and grimaced, "I really should get going." She smiled at him slightly, "Thank you," she whispered, quickly leaning forward to kiss his cheek.
He smiled back, "You're welcome."
She bit her lip anxiously and leant across for the door handle.
"Oh no, you don't," a voice called from behind her, grabbing hold of her hand. Hermione froze as she felt a body pressed against hers, but it wasn't Severus; it was too big for him, "You're already here and it's raining outside." Hermione looked up at the older Snape and gulped as he winked at her. She couldn't hold back the shivers that ran down her spine though.
"No, no, I need to," she amended, "My brother will be waiting for me."
She stepped away from him, so she was against the door, and let out a breath of relief when he stepped back.
Her relief vanished quickly, "Don't you dare!" he growled, "You and that filthy boy of mine are not going anywhere!"
He lifted a hand, complete with a bottle, as if to hit Severus around the head when Severus lunged for the door, yanking it open and pulling Hermione with him. Hermione just managed to catch the handle and slam it shut as she was dragged across the road. She followed him to the park and gasped as the rain dripped down her back again, pulling her hood over her head as they ran, letting go of Severus's hand when the wind resisted.
Hermione looked back over her shoulder at Severus's house and caught a glimpse of his father, glaring at her from the doorway before he slammed it shut.
Hermione turned back around too late when she ran full pelt into someone.
"I'm so sorry," they whispered, scrambling back to their feet and holding out a hand to help her to her feet.
She gratefully accepted it and pulled herself up, rubbing at the back of her jeans to get the mud off, "No, no, my fault," she replied, "I wasn't looking where I was going." She glanced over the person's shoulder to see if she could see Severus. He ran back over to stand beside her.
"Are you alright?" he asked. She nodded and smiled at him.
"Severus?"
Severus looked up at the person Hermione had ran into and gasped, "Lily?" He looked genuinely afraid.
Hermione couldn't blame him; her green eyes, which she recognised from Harry's, looked furious, almost exactly like Harry's eyes whenever he was arguing with Malfoy.
Hermione just stared at the teenager in front of her, mouth wide open. This was Harry's mother! Snape knew Harry's mother!
Well, of course he did. He knew Harry's father, Sirius and Remus, of course he'd know Lily too.
Lily cast Severus one final glare before turning to face Hermione, "Hi! I'm Lily Evans."
"Maya Andrews," Hermione replied, "Pleasure to meet you."
Lily smiled, and Hermione couldn't help but notice how her eyes lit up the same way that Harry's did – or Harry's lit up the same way Lily's did, if she was talking in a logical sense – and her heart ached for her best friend. She wished he was with her, meeting his own mother.
"Friend of Severus's?" Lily asked and her smile tightened slightly as she glanced at the boy beside Hermione.
"No!" he interrupted. Hermione took in a deep breath and held it, "No... no, me and Maya? No; I'm not her type and she's not mine."
You don't know what type I am! She screamed inside her head. She scowled slightly, but almost instantly plastered a smile on her face and nodded, almost mechanically.
"Oh..." Lily replied, eyes scanning the boys face for a moment before she frowned and turned away slightly, "Your hands' death grip says otherwise."
They both looked down at the same time and saw that their hands were, indeed, clasped together. Severus let go almost instantly as if his hand had been burnt.
Hermione wasn't even sure how they'd ended up holding hands again; she'd let go when they were running.
Hermione sighed internally. If only she could help him, tell him about what would happen between him and Lily in the future, what path she would choose and where he would end up. Maybe he'd want her after that.
But bad things happened to Wizards that meddled with time, and, in her case, witches.
Hermione frowned at how obvious Severus was being in his affection towards Lily, but rolled her eyes instead of commenting on it; there was nothing she could do.
"Well," Lily muttered, "It... It was a pleasure to meet you, Maya," she smiled at Hermione and shook her hand, "Hopefully I'll see you around?" Hermione nodded and smiled back at Lily as she turned to the boy beside her, "Severus." She nodded at him before turning away and walking in the opposite direction that the two were heading.
Hermione and Severus just watched her as she disappeared around a corner before they ventured further into the park. Hermione shivered in the cold and wrapped her arms around herself.
"So..." she muttered, "That's Lily?"
"Yep..." he replied, popping the 'P', "She is – was – a friend of mine."
"What happened?" Hermione replied. He shrugged nonchalantly, but Hermione knew he cared.
"I said something I shouldn't have." He sighed heavily, "I don't get on with her friends, and well... they did something and... well..."
Hermione watched him as he struggled how to word things.
"I... I called her a m... Mudblood." He spat it out and then kicked a pebble as if it were that very word.
Hermione wondered over to the swing and took a seat, sighing heavily, "Well, it's not a nice word."
"No," he replied, sitting on the swing beside her, "She still won't talk to me."
They were silent for a while, just swinging slightly backwards and forwards. Hermione hugged her bag of clothes to her chest and sighed again.
"I need a place to stay," she said to herself, before turning to him, "Are there any... um... cheap hotels around?"
"Where do you live?" he asked.
She bit her lip, "I let home; I was planning to stay with my brother until I could buy my own house or whatever, but obviously that plan failed." There, that sounded convincing enough, right?
He nodded, taking in the lie she'd spat and picking up her hand in his.
Hermione felt the familiar tugging at her navel as he apparated them both to the Three Broomsticks.
"Thanks," she whispered, letting go of his hand and approaching the bar, waving at him to sit down, "Excuse me?" she whispered to Madam Rosmerta, who was wiping down the side. The woman looked up and smiled happily.
"Hello," she said, "What can I get you?"
"Well," Hermione replied, playing with a lock of her hair, "I was wondering if you... if you know where I could get a job around here?"
The woman smiled knowingly, "Course! I would offer you a job here, sweet, but I can't afford a worker just yet. There's a book shop, Flourish and Blotts, just across the street, that's looking for some workers." She stopped and thought for a moment, "and of course, if you're looking for somewhere to stay, I have a few rooms free. I could rent them to you for... say... five galleons a night? Just until you're working?"
"Please," Hermione smiled, fishing five galleons out of her jeans in the bag of clothes and handing them over. Madam Rosmerta smiled at her, reaching under the desk to grab a set of keys and handing them over, "How about I'll give you a week after you start working before I charge you the full amount? You look like you need a shopping trip, no offence."
Hermione laughed, "None taken; I just left home this morning... Spur of the moment thing."
Madam Rosmerta smiled, "Now off with you!" she flipped a dishcloth in Hermione's direction, "I've got a pub to run!"
Hermione thanked her again before turning away, back to Severus. She signalled him to follow her and went in search for her room.
When she found it, she pushed open the door and dumped the bag of clothes down on the table in the middle of the room.
"Thank you for helping me today, Severus," she muttered, pulling him into a hug, "I owe you massively."
"No problem," he replied, shrugging. "I should probably get home before my father does something I'll regret tomorrow."
Hermione nodded slightly and sighed, "Okay, see you soon? If not at Hogwarts?"
"Soon." He smiled, lifting one hand to wave goodbye as he turned to leave the room. He apparated in the hallway.
Hermione sighed again and stripped down to her underwear, climbing into the old bed, thinking over her meeting with the young Severus and drifting into a sleep that she desperately needed.
So there you go! I've finally typed Chapter Two... now for Chapter Three and to finish writing out Chapter Four... Awks...
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