Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter n' stuff, I just like to borrow them n' stuff...n' stuff
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Hermione woke with a horrible headache. Before she could put any thought into that, She realized that she was not in her own rooms. In fact, she opened her eyes to find herself sitting upright on a large bed with her back leaned against the headboard. And even more to her surprise, There was a sleeping Proffessor Snape with his head on her lap! With this newfound revelation, Hermione shrieked and jumped off the bed, all the while removing her wand from her pocket.
Snape woke with a start, shaking himself out of sleepiness.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" He yelled, more surprised than angry.
"Ex-excuse me?!" She yelled back shaking her wand at him and creating quite a good impression of Molly Weasley. After a moment of getting herself together, she shrieked "You're the one who...You nearly killed me!"
At her words, The professor looked quite shocked, he really hadn't done anything of the sort, had he? Getting off the bed and looming over her, he said through clenched teeth "WHAT are you talking about, Ms. Granger?"
"You...you almost killed me" she said dazed, because she could not remember whether it really happened or if the experience was a dream. She lowered her hand and looked down to her side. She was shocked to see drying blood soaking the side of her robes. Though Hermione was surprised and quite disgusted, she felt no pain. "It's gone...I swear, there was a giant piece of gl-"
"Ms. Granger, just tell me how you got in here," He said in an eerily calm voice. "It would have been impossible for you to get in here on your own. Students cannot barge in here as they please!"
"I told you already, You attacked me! You attacked me..."
Sighing, he rubbed his temples and opened his mouth to speak, but before any speaking could be done, a loud knock sounded from the middle of the far wall. "Albus." He said under his breath.
Walking towards the door, he glared coldly at Hermione, "Stay where you are" as if she'd had anywhere to go. He muttered several unlocking and releasing spells before the large wall split in half and created a short entrance way. There stood Albus Dumbledore, with his usual smile and nod of greeting. He ducked under the entrance and popped something that looked like a lemon drop into his mouth before he spoke.
"I see." Was all he'd said.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione and Snape said in unison, Though he'd spoken with a bit more malice in his voice.
"You've found her, have you Severus? I suppose it was inevitable now that I look back on it. It might have been a bad choice altogether...Might have." Dumbledore was looking especially contemplative at the moment, so Hermione snuck a glance at Snape who, in her humble opinion, was a creepy psychopath.
"Sir, I woke up in here, I...I was to serve detention at 7'o clock last night and I came on time..." but Hermione couldn't finish her sentence because she quite frankly did not know whether what her memory was telling her was true or not.
"Ms. Granger, would you mind meeting me in my office at 9 AM? Perhaps in the meantime, you can change and sleep for a while longer. I will discuss this with Professor Snape. I trust you are not hurt?"
Hermione nodded numbly, knowing that she had to follow the headmaster's requests. On her way out, She did not realize that her small book was not in her pocket, and that it was on the floor next to Professor Snape's bed. She'd accidentally dropped it there when she snapped her wand out of her pocket.
Hermione couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling that something very, very bad had happened even if she didn't get hurt. 'How would that explain the blood? What just happened??' She found herself thinking about it all the way up to her dorms. Checking her wall clock, she discovered that she had three hours to shower and catch a nap, she did just that.
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In the meantime, One very confused Severus Snape was pacing his living room as the headmaster explained some unexpected information. "You see Severus, you did have a mother...you were never an orphan. Her death, it was too much for you to bear! I simply could not see you so hurt. Therefor, I had no choice but to cast obliviate on you.
"I reasoned that you did not need the painful memories of her death when Voldemort first disappeared. My spell worked to some extent, I realized afterwords that you casted a charm to block the effects of a memory charm when you were a student here. As i said, My spell worked to some extent, It erased your memory of specific subjects, such as your mother's death, but you still harbored feelings of deep sadness and loneliness even though you didn't know why. My spell backfired..I still do not know all the effects I've caused."
Dumbledore conveniently left out the fact that he had also erased Severus' memories of being insane.
"Somebody must have really made you angry yesterday, before Ms. Granger came to visit you." Dumbledore tried to avoid the subject altogether, but Severus suspected that he was hiding something.
"I understand that you worried for me and did what you thought was best...But I charmed myself to resist the obliviate spell for a reason. I would appreciate it if you do not try something like that again." He said with as much dignity as possible while he was still coping with the fact that he had a mother. "What was she like?"
The headmaster looked very sad at Severus' words. "I'm afraid to say I have never met her, in the flesh. I can assure you that she loved you very much, and you her. That summer after your seventh year was undoubtedly your hardest." There was something in what Dumbledore had said that made him feel sudden anger.
"Why?? If you knew I loved her so much, why did you take away her memory? Why did you have to bring it back?!" He could only shout hoarsely, as he'd done a bit of yelling earlier as well.
"Severus, You were still feeling the pain of her death even though you did not know her...I can give you a chance to be happy again, will you let me help?"
"Albus, I'm feeling quite tired now. I will talk to you in the morning, Good Night." He said curtly and motioned towards the door. Dumbledore left with his usual nod, but did not say another word as he stepped through the stout entrance way.
Though he was quite tired, Severus could not bring himself to sleep. Wanting to drown out thoughts of what just happened, he headed towards his bedroom to collect a book out of his private library. Upon entering his room, he noticed a small blue book near the foot of his bed. He strode towards it and gently picked it up. 'Magical Mental Maladies, what could this be?' He skimmed the pages and realized what sort of information the book contained, yet it had no reason to be in his bedroom. He was thinking along those lines until he reached the list of recorded patients. Severus was undoubtedly shocked at finding his name. and directly above it.. "Elena, where are you!?"
He took the book in his hand as he left his chambers. Searching blindly for his lost mother, fate led him to the Gryffindor common room.
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While Hermione was in the shower, she noted that there was a tiny scar where the glass had been deeply pierced only hours ago. After sufficient cleansing, Hermione got out and changed into her school clothes. Though she would be taking a short nap, she figured it would give her more time to sleep if she didn't have to deal with pajamas. Hermione got on top of her bed and lay down next to Crookshanks, not bothering to deal with blankets. She slept, yet after about an hour, she realized that no matter how hard she tried, she could not get back to sleep. Plus, Crookshanks seemed to be stretching out more by the minute, right in the middle of the bed, no less. Hermione decided she could afford to get up an hour early, she was restless enough as it was. Quickly going about her morning rituals, she deemed her teeth flawless and hair adequate. She picked up her bookfilled bag and out her room. As soon as she opened the portrait hole, the only thought that came to her mind was 'Too many things happening to me at once, damnit' as she saw Professor Snape looking straight at her.
"Y-yes?" Apprehension grabbed her as the memories of early morning came flooding back to her.
"Elena...I was looking for you for so long..." He said dismally and placed his hand on her cheek. 'THIS....was unexpected' she thought as she managed to swat his hand away.
"What do you think you're doing?" she said defensively as she backed up into the now closed portrait. The fat lady was certainly displeased at the situation. He swiftly closed the distance between them and put his arms around her waist in a desperate hug. He choked out a whisper, "Mother..."
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Hermione woke with a horrible headache. Before she could put any thought into that, She realized that she was not in her own rooms. In fact, she opened her eyes to find herself sitting upright on a large bed with her back leaned against the headboard. And even more to her surprise, There was a sleeping Proffessor Snape with his head on her lap! With this newfound revelation, Hermione shrieked and jumped off the bed, all the while removing her wand from her pocket.
Snape woke with a start, shaking himself out of sleepiness.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" He yelled, more surprised than angry.
"Ex-excuse me?!" She yelled back shaking her wand at him and creating quite a good impression of Molly Weasley. After a moment of getting herself together, she shrieked "You're the one who...You nearly killed me!"
At her words, The professor looked quite shocked, he really hadn't done anything of the sort, had he? Getting off the bed and looming over her, he said through clenched teeth "WHAT are you talking about, Ms. Granger?"
"You...you almost killed me" she said dazed, because she could not remember whether it really happened or if the experience was a dream. She lowered her hand and looked down to her side. She was shocked to see drying blood soaking the side of her robes. Though Hermione was surprised and quite disgusted, she felt no pain. "It's gone...I swear, there was a giant piece of gl-"
"Ms. Granger, just tell me how you got in here," He said in an eerily calm voice. "It would have been impossible for you to get in here on your own. Students cannot barge in here as they please!"
"I told you already, You attacked me! You attacked me..."
Sighing, he rubbed his temples and opened his mouth to speak, but before any speaking could be done, a loud knock sounded from the middle of the far wall. "Albus." He said under his breath.
Walking towards the door, he glared coldly at Hermione, "Stay where you are" as if she'd had anywhere to go. He muttered several unlocking and releasing spells before the large wall split in half and created a short entrance way. There stood Albus Dumbledore, with his usual smile and nod of greeting. He ducked under the entrance and popped something that looked like a lemon drop into his mouth before he spoke.
"I see." Was all he'd said.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione and Snape said in unison, Though he'd spoken with a bit more malice in his voice.
"You've found her, have you Severus? I suppose it was inevitable now that I look back on it. It might have been a bad choice altogether...Might have." Dumbledore was looking especially contemplative at the moment, so Hermione snuck a glance at Snape who, in her humble opinion, was a creepy psychopath.
"Sir, I woke up in here, I...I was to serve detention at 7'o clock last night and I came on time..." but Hermione couldn't finish her sentence because she quite frankly did not know whether what her memory was telling her was true or not.
"Ms. Granger, would you mind meeting me in my office at 9 AM? Perhaps in the meantime, you can change and sleep for a while longer. I will discuss this with Professor Snape. I trust you are not hurt?"
Hermione nodded numbly, knowing that she had to follow the headmaster's requests. On her way out, She did not realize that her small book was not in her pocket, and that it was on the floor next to Professor Snape's bed. She'd accidentally dropped it there when she snapped her wand out of her pocket.
Hermione couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling that something very, very bad had happened even if she didn't get hurt. 'How would that explain the blood? What just happened??' She found herself thinking about it all the way up to her dorms. Checking her wall clock, she discovered that she had three hours to shower and catch a nap, she did just that.
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In the meantime, One very confused Severus Snape was pacing his living room as the headmaster explained some unexpected information. "You see Severus, you did have a mother...you were never an orphan. Her death, it was too much for you to bear! I simply could not see you so hurt. Therefor, I had no choice but to cast obliviate on you.
"I reasoned that you did not need the painful memories of her death when Voldemort first disappeared. My spell worked to some extent, I realized afterwords that you casted a charm to block the effects of a memory charm when you were a student here. As i said, My spell worked to some extent, It erased your memory of specific subjects, such as your mother's death, but you still harbored feelings of deep sadness and loneliness even though you didn't know why. My spell backfired..I still do not know all the effects I've caused."
Dumbledore conveniently left out the fact that he had also erased Severus' memories of being insane.
"Somebody must have really made you angry yesterday, before Ms. Granger came to visit you." Dumbledore tried to avoid the subject altogether, but Severus suspected that he was hiding something.
"I understand that you worried for me and did what you thought was best...But I charmed myself to resist the obliviate spell for a reason. I would appreciate it if you do not try something like that again." He said with as much dignity as possible while he was still coping with the fact that he had a mother. "What was she like?"
The headmaster looked very sad at Severus' words. "I'm afraid to say I have never met her, in the flesh. I can assure you that she loved you very much, and you her. That summer after your seventh year was undoubtedly your hardest." There was something in what Dumbledore had said that made him feel sudden anger.
"Why?? If you knew I loved her so much, why did you take away her memory? Why did you have to bring it back?!" He could only shout hoarsely, as he'd done a bit of yelling earlier as well.
"Severus, You were still feeling the pain of her death even though you did not know her...I can give you a chance to be happy again, will you let me help?"
"Albus, I'm feeling quite tired now. I will talk to you in the morning, Good Night." He said curtly and motioned towards the door. Dumbledore left with his usual nod, but did not say another word as he stepped through the stout entrance way.
Though he was quite tired, Severus could not bring himself to sleep. Wanting to drown out thoughts of what just happened, he headed towards his bedroom to collect a book out of his private library. Upon entering his room, he noticed a small blue book near the foot of his bed. He strode towards it and gently picked it up. 'Magical Mental Maladies, what could this be?' He skimmed the pages and realized what sort of information the book contained, yet it had no reason to be in his bedroom. He was thinking along those lines until he reached the list of recorded patients. Severus was undoubtedly shocked at finding his name. and directly above it.. "Elena, where are you!?"
He took the book in his hand as he left his chambers. Searching blindly for his lost mother, fate led him to the Gryffindor common room.
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While Hermione was in the shower, she noted that there was a tiny scar where the glass had been deeply pierced only hours ago. After sufficient cleansing, Hermione got out and changed into her school clothes. Though she would be taking a short nap, she figured it would give her more time to sleep if she didn't have to deal with pajamas. Hermione got on top of her bed and lay down next to Crookshanks, not bothering to deal with blankets. She slept, yet after about an hour, she realized that no matter how hard she tried, she could not get back to sleep. Plus, Crookshanks seemed to be stretching out more by the minute, right in the middle of the bed, no less. Hermione decided she could afford to get up an hour early, she was restless enough as it was. Quickly going about her morning rituals, she deemed her teeth flawless and hair adequate. She picked up her bookfilled bag and out her room. As soon as she opened the portrait hole, the only thought that came to her mind was 'Too many things happening to me at once, damnit' as she saw Professor Snape looking straight at her.
"Y-yes?" Apprehension grabbed her as the memories of early morning came flooding back to her.
"Elena...I was looking for you for so long..." He said dismally and placed his hand on her cheek. 'THIS....was unexpected' she thought as she managed to swat his hand away.
"What do you think you're doing?" she said defensively as she backed up into the now closed portrait. The fat lady was certainly displeased at the situation. He swiftly closed the distance between them and put his arms around her waist in a desperate hug. He choked out a whisper, "Mother..."