Hermione walked the halls of hogwarts, she was carrying her books and not paying attention to where she was going. "Miss Granger, Do watch where you are going," She stopped dead in her tracks and realized that she was inches away from Professor Snape's chest. She swallowed hard and looked up at him, she realized she was only about six inches shorter than him.
"I'm Sorry Professor, I have a lot on my mind," She looked down at the floor.
"Do watch were you are going," He replied looking at her, She was indeed a remarkable girl and tall, he thought regarding his six foot two frame. He brushed past her and swept off towards the dungeons. He had a lot to think about.
Hermione looked around her and saw that he had left, "It's for the best," she told herself, as she could barely pay attention in Potions anymore. "Friends never have too worry, you worry enough for all of them," she muttered to herself.
****
Severus walked into his dungeon chambers and over to his writing desk, he glanced out of the enchanted window in his room. The Snow was beginning to melt on the grounds of Hogwarts, and he knew Voldemort would strike.
Albus knew about this and all the preventative measures they had had been taken. Severus rubbed the bridge of his nose and sat down by the window. Here I am in my forties and I am fighting a losing battle, he thought as he looked outside, one day I'll go and I won't return.
he thought of Miss Granger. She has a remarkably brilliant mind, and if Voldemort wins she'll be killed because her parents are muggles. But what can I do? I am old, worn, and very tired of everything. He reached for the bottle of fire whiskey on his desk and didn't even bother with a glass this time.
Everything is going to hell and I am right in the middle of it, he thought as he took a long pull from the bottle. Bugger everything, I'll end up dead no matter how this turns out, Voldemort will tire of me soon enough.
Severus wasn't bothered by his own mortality, he had seen dozens of deaths in his years as a spy and he just knew he wanted it to be quick.
****
Two days later:
Hermione sat with Ginny in the library, "You know I was thinking about what you said about your standards," Ginny started, "And well the only person that comes to mind is Snape," Hermione's head shot up. She was red.
"Ginny!" She whispered loudly, "He's my teacher for Gods sakes,"
"Well, He is the closest match to what you want," She said giggling, she would never tell Mione but she thought Snape was handsome, But she had Harry.
Hermione buried herself back into her book. She didn't want to think of Snape. She didn't want to think about how tired and worn he looked. She didn't want to think of the dozen other things she had dreamed up wither.
She took her notes and closed her book again, "I have to deliver these to Dumbledore," she told Ginny, "You want to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"
"Sure," Ginny smiled and turned back to her own homework.
*****
Hermione walked down the halls and towards Dumbledore's Office. She shuffled her notes and placed them in order. She stepped up to the office door and raised her hand to knock, "Come in," She always wondered why he did that.
"Good afternoon Professor Dumbledore," Hermione gave him a broad smile and walked over to the desk where he sat. "I brought my notes as you requested,"
"Thank you Miss Granger, Lemon Drop?" He asked as she sat down, "There is something else too?"
"I'm just worried about Professor Snape Sir." She fidgeted slightly.
"He's just working himself a little harder than usual dear, He'll be fine in a couple of days, you'll see. All he needs is a good weekend of rest." Dumbledore smiled at her. She handed over her notes and left the office.
*****
Hermione straightened her shirt as she sat in the empty charms class room, she rubbed her eyes trying to stay awake. She was going over the work they had done that night. she had pushed Snape out of her mind for the time being and focused on her work.
She gathered her books and notes and stretched, "Will there be anything else Professor?" she asked the short professor as he flitted around the classroom.
"No no miss Granger that will be all for the rest of the night, and possibly the rest of the week." He smiled at her as she walked to the door. She smiled at him as she left.
****
Hermione was one of the few students given free reign of the hallways at night. She had passed up the offer for head girl in order to help Flitwick, Dumbledore and for that short time Snape.
She caught sight of a dark cloak and quickly hid herself in the shadows. It was Snape. She knew better than to say anything, she just watched. He staggered painfully down the hall way on his way to his dungeon chambers.
To soothe his fears and wash away the pain, but in it all what do I have to gain? hermione thought of the poem her cousin, Silus, had written. She chided herself silently. How can you think of that Mione?! She thought as Snape disappeared around the corner.
She walked from her hiding place and down the hall in the direction Snape had gone. She hoped he was gone. She tiptoed down the hallway as silently as she could, "Miss Granger, You are supposed to be in you dormitory," She froze and turned. Snape looked at her with dark eyes, his arm clutching his side. She could see blood on his shirt. "You'd better get going before I take away points," He snarled at her when he noticed what she was looking at.
Hermione nodded and turned on her heel and left quickly.
****
Severus winced in pain and made his way down to his chambers. There was no way he would go to Madam Pomfrey. He stumbled into his chambers. He suddenly felt sick and rushed into the bathroom and vomited. He lay curled on the floor his cheek pressed against the cool tiled floor. He tried not to think about what had taken place that night. he had watched the brutal rape and murder of a muggle teenager. Severus had also been whipped and tortured for being too slow in gathering information for Voldemort.
After a half hour he felt well enough to stand and to tend to his wounds. He stripped off his shirt, and left it in a crumpled heap on the floor. He looked in his mirror and at the dozens of whip marks on his pale skin. He knew they would heal into a latticework of white scars.
his whole body stung and his head throbbed. He finished cleaning his wounds and stumbled back into the living room. He sat on the couch by the fireplace. he looked at the dark mark on his arm. "Severus why were you so stupid as to do this?" he asked himself quietly, "No, there is no turning back for one like you... you chose your path now follow it or die trying to change it."
He picked up a bottle of whiskey and looked at it thoughtfully before taking a long pull from it.
TBC
A/N: Snape is a bit OOC in some bits I know. There are just somethings that I have to write this way. They are supposed to match up with I, Snape.
Thanks for all of the reviews, I appreciate them greatly.
Snapes-mistress: Oliver & Mione dated over the summer, he was in denial, but he really does care for her a lot.
Zoe: I thought about making that into a joke after I had Posted it.
Maddie: It gets worse, a lot worse.
"I'm Sorry Professor, I have a lot on my mind," She looked down at the floor.
"Do watch were you are going," He replied looking at her, She was indeed a remarkable girl and tall, he thought regarding his six foot two frame. He brushed past her and swept off towards the dungeons. He had a lot to think about.
Hermione looked around her and saw that he had left, "It's for the best," she told herself, as she could barely pay attention in Potions anymore. "Friends never have too worry, you worry enough for all of them," she muttered to herself.
****
Severus walked into his dungeon chambers and over to his writing desk, he glanced out of the enchanted window in his room. The Snow was beginning to melt on the grounds of Hogwarts, and he knew Voldemort would strike.
Albus knew about this and all the preventative measures they had had been taken. Severus rubbed the bridge of his nose and sat down by the window. Here I am in my forties and I am fighting a losing battle, he thought as he looked outside, one day I'll go and I won't return.
he thought of Miss Granger. She has a remarkably brilliant mind, and if Voldemort wins she'll be killed because her parents are muggles. But what can I do? I am old, worn, and very tired of everything. He reached for the bottle of fire whiskey on his desk and didn't even bother with a glass this time.
Everything is going to hell and I am right in the middle of it, he thought as he took a long pull from the bottle. Bugger everything, I'll end up dead no matter how this turns out, Voldemort will tire of me soon enough.
Severus wasn't bothered by his own mortality, he had seen dozens of deaths in his years as a spy and he just knew he wanted it to be quick.
****
Two days later:
Hermione sat with Ginny in the library, "You know I was thinking about what you said about your standards," Ginny started, "And well the only person that comes to mind is Snape," Hermione's head shot up. She was red.
"Ginny!" She whispered loudly, "He's my teacher for Gods sakes,"
"Well, He is the closest match to what you want," She said giggling, she would never tell Mione but she thought Snape was handsome, But she had Harry.
Hermione buried herself back into her book. She didn't want to think of Snape. She didn't want to think about how tired and worn he looked. She didn't want to think of the dozen other things she had dreamed up wither.
She took her notes and closed her book again, "I have to deliver these to Dumbledore," she told Ginny, "You want to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"
"Sure," Ginny smiled and turned back to her own homework.
*****
Hermione walked down the halls and towards Dumbledore's Office. She shuffled her notes and placed them in order. She stepped up to the office door and raised her hand to knock, "Come in," She always wondered why he did that.
"Good afternoon Professor Dumbledore," Hermione gave him a broad smile and walked over to the desk where he sat. "I brought my notes as you requested,"
"Thank you Miss Granger, Lemon Drop?" He asked as she sat down, "There is something else too?"
"I'm just worried about Professor Snape Sir." She fidgeted slightly.
"He's just working himself a little harder than usual dear, He'll be fine in a couple of days, you'll see. All he needs is a good weekend of rest." Dumbledore smiled at her. She handed over her notes and left the office.
*****
Hermione straightened her shirt as she sat in the empty charms class room, she rubbed her eyes trying to stay awake. She was going over the work they had done that night. she had pushed Snape out of her mind for the time being and focused on her work.
She gathered her books and notes and stretched, "Will there be anything else Professor?" she asked the short professor as he flitted around the classroom.
"No no miss Granger that will be all for the rest of the night, and possibly the rest of the week." He smiled at her as she walked to the door. She smiled at him as she left.
****
Hermione was one of the few students given free reign of the hallways at night. She had passed up the offer for head girl in order to help Flitwick, Dumbledore and for that short time Snape.
She caught sight of a dark cloak and quickly hid herself in the shadows. It was Snape. She knew better than to say anything, she just watched. He staggered painfully down the hall way on his way to his dungeon chambers.
To soothe his fears and wash away the pain, but in it all what do I have to gain? hermione thought of the poem her cousin, Silus, had written. She chided herself silently. How can you think of that Mione?! She thought as Snape disappeared around the corner.
She walked from her hiding place and down the hall in the direction Snape had gone. She hoped he was gone. She tiptoed down the hallway as silently as she could, "Miss Granger, You are supposed to be in you dormitory," She froze and turned. Snape looked at her with dark eyes, his arm clutching his side. She could see blood on his shirt. "You'd better get going before I take away points," He snarled at her when he noticed what she was looking at.
Hermione nodded and turned on her heel and left quickly.
****
Severus winced in pain and made his way down to his chambers. There was no way he would go to Madam Pomfrey. He stumbled into his chambers. He suddenly felt sick and rushed into the bathroom and vomited. He lay curled on the floor his cheek pressed against the cool tiled floor. He tried not to think about what had taken place that night. he had watched the brutal rape and murder of a muggle teenager. Severus had also been whipped and tortured for being too slow in gathering information for Voldemort.
After a half hour he felt well enough to stand and to tend to his wounds. He stripped off his shirt, and left it in a crumpled heap on the floor. He looked in his mirror and at the dozens of whip marks on his pale skin. He knew they would heal into a latticework of white scars.
his whole body stung and his head throbbed. He finished cleaning his wounds and stumbled back into the living room. He sat on the couch by the fireplace. he looked at the dark mark on his arm. "Severus why were you so stupid as to do this?" he asked himself quietly, "No, there is no turning back for one like you... you chose your path now follow it or die trying to change it."
He picked up a bottle of whiskey and looked at it thoughtfully before taking a long pull from it.
TBC
A/N: Snape is a bit OOC in some bits I know. There are just somethings that I have to write this way. They are supposed to match up with I, Snape.
Thanks for all of the reviews, I appreciate them greatly.
Snapes-mistress: Oliver & Mione dated over the summer, he was in denial, but he really does care for her a lot.
Zoe: I thought about making that into a joke after I had Posted it.
Maddie: It gets worse, a lot worse.