Chapter 2
Oh May, What a Day!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this, and JK Rowling is brilliant.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews, here is the second chapter.
- Yes this will be a Snape/Granger story. I hope you like that sort of thing, but she is much older so at least it isn't illegal right?
"Mum, where did you want me to put this box?" A tall slender young woman asked as she approached the foot of the stairs staring upward into her mother's face.
"Hermione, put it with the rest, I will get to it later." Her mother said, her reply echoing down the stairwell.
Hermione Granger, now an adult was helping her mother move into a small flat off of Kensington Street. She had spent the last several nights here, on a cot in her mother's unfurnished living room, while her mother took to the mattresses they had set up in the master bedroom. It was there she would often find herself now crying herself to sleep. Every night she thought about the same thing.
' It had be 25 years! 25 years of what? Nothing! Marriage was such a waste, how could my parents do this to me? They had been so in love, perhaps I shouldn't have gone off to Hogwarts to study magic. Am I the one responsible for breaking up their marriage? If not, it sure felt like this was all my fault.'
Hermione Granger continued to carry boxes inside from her mother's old Volkswagen and placing them in the kitchen/dinning area, if you could even call it that. It had already been a month since her parents wrote her a letter asking her to pop by for visit, a visit she would soon not forget. She remembers the day vividly, as it is hard to forget when someone's parents tell you after 25 years of bloody marriage they couldn't work things out and they were getting a divorce.
Just like that everything Hermione Granger had once believed in was flipped upside down, She wished desperately to go back to the way life was when she was small. A place where her parents didn't fight and where they actually got along, and understood each other. It seemed that as every passing year that she spent at Hogwarts, the summers became more difficult. Her father, she could tell thought that she was wasting her life, and her mother was just, unhelpful to say the least.
It was the summer after her sixth year when she saw her parents fighting constantly and of course her father sitting in his den sulking after a fight. It was then she began to think that her life as a witch was trying her parents' patience. She can still remember a particular fight they had one night:
"Daniel, why the hell don't you go talk to your daughter?"
"How can I support that child's decision, she is wasting her life, let alone putting it in danger!"
"She loves you, dammit Daniel, pull your head out of your ass and go talk to her!"
"Don't tell me what to do, Fiona! I have put up with every single one of her whims up until now, she is almost an adult, and I can't stand the fact that my daughter is a witch!"
"That should never change how you feel about her! And you know it!"
"I never said that I stopped loving her, I just…do you know what our friends are saying? They think our daughter is a freak!"
These fights would go on for hours, and Hermione tried her best to ignore them, but she supposed now deep down those fights were what caused her to make the decision she had.
After her graduation her parents had persuaded her to stay and live a muggle lifestyle for a while, and if she absolutely hated it, then she would be free to go back to living as a witch. Surprisingly she did not protest, she was tired of fighting and the death in the life that she held dear to her heart. Mainly she was just scared, scared of the future, and scared for her friends. Ron and Harry became Auroras, and the last time she saw them was in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. She will never forget what Severus Snape said to her as she walked out the door,
"Always remember Miss Granger that it is better to die trying than to run in shame. For those who run in shame may never find the courage to find their way back."
She could have killed him for saying that.
'Severus Snape wouldn't know courage if it bit him in the arse!' She though.
But now looking back he was right, she was too scared to go back now.
'Scared, imagine that a Gryffindor scared of death, that must be a first.' She thought to herself.
But now four years had past and she couldn't help but miss the fascinating arts of magic.
She quickly adjusted to her old life, for her parents' sake.
At this thought Hermione laughed out loud. 'What a load of bullocks. I gave up everything I loved for them, and now look, they don't even live in the same house anymore! Why did I even bother?'
She had first gotten a job working in a library, but for some reason or another muggle libraries were far less intriguing than the Hogwarts library. Hermione quickly tired of her job and was dehydrated from knowledge, so she applied to go to a muggle university, Oxford. She was accepted, and in her first literature class she met Derrick. Derrick was a fairly tall bloke with short brown hair with frosted tips. He was almost ten years older than her, but that aspect about him never bothered her. After class one day he asked her out, and she thought what the hell, 'live like a muggle, marry a muggle my parents would be thrilled.'
When looking back on that relationship, Hermione knew that she was desperate. She now found herself asking how she fell in love with a tree- hugger in the first place.
At first their relationship was romantic, he would bring her rare species of muggle flowers, and she would read to him. But lately it had become a battle, he drug her to places where she would never be caught dead in, the African Desert, where she developed a nasty case of heat rash. Then there was the rainforest of Costa Rica where she was eaten alive by every known insect in the forest. And finally, the most recent trek had been to the artic, where she claims to have lost all feeling in her right pinky finger, even though she had been back in London for a few months, and was never diagnosed with hypothermia.
She hadn't told her mother that she had broken up with Derrick closely after her parents had informed her of the divorce. She thought her mother might blame herself, but at this point, Hermione thought perhaps that is what her mother needed.
"Hermione! Do you want to go get us some lunch from the café down the street?" Her mother called down the stairs.
"All right, what did you want?"
"A turkey sandwich will be fine."
"Be back in a jiffy." Hermione called out, grateful to be leaving that place. She wishes she could leave and never return. It only made her sad, when she was with just her mum, or just her dad, it didn't matter, nothing would be the same.
Hermione walked outside to her car and perched on top of her hood was a large tawny owl. She swallowed hard and opened the car door. She frantically threw around some books and papers in her backseat to reveal her wand.
"Solvo!" She muttered with her wand pointed at the bird. The letter was set free and the bird took flight. She starred at the letter wondering whether or not she should open it. Undecided at that time she stuffed it into her overalls and got in her car and drove down the street.
A/N: "Solvo" is a Latin word meaning to release.
Oh May, What a Day!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this, and JK Rowling is brilliant.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews, here is the second chapter.
- Yes this will be a Snape/Granger story. I hope you like that sort of thing, but she is much older so at least it isn't illegal right?
"Mum, where did you want me to put this box?" A tall slender young woman asked as she approached the foot of the stairs staring upward into her mother's face.
"Hermione, put it with the rest, I will get to it later." Her mother said, her reply echoing down the stairwell.
Hermione Granger, now an adult was helping her mother move into a small flat off of Kensington Street. She had spent the last several nights here, on a cot in her mother's unfurnished living room, while her mother took to the mattresses they had set up in the master bedroom. It was there she would often find herself now crying herself to sleep. Every night she thought about the same thing.
' It had be 25 years! 25 years of what? Nothing! Marriage was such a waste, how could my parents do this to me? They had been so in love, perhaps I shouldn't have gone off to Hogwarts to study magic. Am I the one responsible for breaking up their marriage? If not, it sure felt like this was all my fault.'
Hermione Granger continued to carry boxes inside from her mother's old Volkswagen and placing them in the kitchen/dinning area, if you could even call it that. It had already been a month since her parents wrote her a letter asking her to pop by for visit, a visit she would soon not forget. She remembers the day vividly, as it is hard to forget when someone's parents tell you after 25 years of bloody marriage they couldn't work things out and they were getting a divorce.
Just like that everything Hermione Granger had once believed in was flipped upside down, She wished desperately to go back to the way life was when she was small. A place where her parents didn't fight and where they actually got along, and understood each other. It seemed that as every passing year that she spent at Hogwarts, the summers became more difficult. Her father, she could tell thought that she was wasting her life, and her mother was just, unhelpful to say the least.
It was the summer after her sixth year when she saw her parents fighting constantly and of course her father sitting in his den sulking after a fight. It was then she began to think that her life as a witch was trying her parents' patience. She can still remember a particular fight they had one night:
"Daniel, why the hell don't you go talk to your daughter?"
"How can I support that child's decision, she is wasting her life, let alone putting it in danger!"
"She loves you, dammit Daniel, pull your head out of your ass and go talk to her!"
"Don't tell me what to do, Fiona! I have put up with every single one of her whims up until now, she is almost an adult, and I can't stand the fact that my daughter is a witch!"
"That should never change how you feel about her! And you know it!"
"I never said that I stopped loving her, I just…do you know what our friends are saying? They think our daughter is a freak!"
These fights would go on for hours, and Hermione tried her best to ignore them, but she supposed now deep down those fights were what caused her to make the decision she had.
After her graduation her parents had persuaded her to stay and live a muggle lifestyle for a while, and if she absolutely hated it, then she would be free to go back to living as a witch. Surprisingly she did not protest, she was tired of fighting and the death in the life that she held dear to her heart. Mainly she was just scared, scared of the future, and scared for her friends. Ron and Harry became Auroras, and the last time she saw them was in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. She will never forget what Severus Snape said to her as she walked out the door,
"Always remember Miss Granger that it is better to die trying than to run in shame. For those who run in shame may never find the courage to find their way back."
She could have killed him for saying that.
'Severus Snape wouldn't know courage if it bit him in the arse!' She though.
But now looking back he was right, she was too scared to go back now.
'Scared, imagine that a Gryffindor scared of death, that must be a first.' She thought to herself.
But now four years had past and she couldn't help but miss the fascinating arts of magic.
She quickly adjusted to her old life, for her parents' sake.
At this thought Hermione laughed out loud. 'What a load of bullocks. I gave up everything I loved for them, and now look, they don't even live in the same house anymore! Why did I even bother?'
She had first gotten a job working in a library, but for some reason or another muggle libraries were far less intriguing than the Hogwarts library. Hermione quickly tired of her job and was dehydrated from knowledge, so she applied to go to a muggle university, Oxford. She was accepted, and in her first literature class she met Derrick. Derrick was a fairly tall bloke with short brown hair with frosted tips. He was almost ten years older than her, but that aspect about him never bothered her. After class one day he asked her out, and she thought what the hell, 'live like a muggle, marry a muggle my parents would be thrilled.'
When looking back on that relationship, Hermione knew that she was desperate. She now found herself asking how she fell in love with a tree- hugger in the first place.
At first their relationship was romantic, he would bring her rare species of muggle flowers, and she would read to him. But lately it had become a battle, he drug her to places where she would never be caught dead in, the African Desert, where she developed a nasty case of heat rash. Then there was the rainforest of Costa Rica where she was eaten alive by every known insect in the forest. And finally, the most recent trek had been to the artic, where she claims to have lost all feeling in her right pinky finger, even though she had been back in London for a few months, and was never diagnosed with hypothermia.
She hadn't told her mother that she had broken up with Derrick closely after her parents had informed her of the divorce. She thought her mother might blame herself, but at this point, Hermione thought perhaps that is what her mother needed.
"Hermione! Do you want to go get us some lunch from the café down the street?" Her mother called down the stairs.
"All right, what did you want?"
"A turkey sandwich will be fine."
"Be back in a jiffy." Hermione called out, grateful to be leaving that place. She wishes she could leave and never return. It only made her sad, when she was with just her mum, or just her dad, it didn't matter, nothing would be the same.
Hermione walked outside to her car and perched on top of her hood was a large tawny owl. She swallowed hard and opened the car door. She frantically threw around some books and papers in her backseat to reveal her wand.
"Solvo!" She muttered with her wand pointed at the bird. The letter was set free and the bird took flight. She starred at the letter wondering whether or not she should open it. Undecided at that time she stuffed it into her overalls and got in her car and drove down the street.
A/N: "Solvo" is a Latin word meaning to release.