Author's notes: Not my Characters. Enjoy! also I stole "Well you'd like to
think that you were invincible.
Yeah, well weren't we all once
before we felt loss for the first time?
Well this is the last time." from Dashboard Confessional.
Chapter 14
Snape stood in his old bedroom for the last time, kicking at the floor boards and sighing to see his breath, as if reassuring himself that he was really alive, and not dreaming. You don't breathe in dreams, he told himself over and over again. It was the beginning of June, but despite that fact the house was cold as death. All love and happiness and plans for a future had died here. It didn't matter. All the manor did was bring back painful memories and leech his Gringotts account. He walked over to the window to see the gardens. Gardens that Hermione had bought the house because of. Fourteen separate small gardens, each one more beautiful than the last. Blooming with an assortment of flowers from delicate pansies to her beloved roses.
Flashback
Snape stood in the master bedroom with Hermione. She peered out the window and saw the view of the gardens, in full bloom in July.
"Look how magnificent Severus!" He walked over to her and embraced her.
"You like it here?"
"I love it! It's like a palace in a fairy tale."
"That's good, because it's yours." He whispered in her ear. Hermione turned and kissed him firmly on the mouth. When she stepped back, Severus knelt down to her abdomen. "You're going to live like a little prince or princess." He cooed and rubbed her ever growing belly.
"Can we go outside again? I love the grounds."
"Wherever you want to go." He replied and stood up.
End Flashback
A tall, dark figure stood in the doorway as Snape turned around. The figure didn't move, just stood there. Snape could tell he was a bit shaggy around the edges and it didn't take him two guesses to figure out who it was.
"What do you want?"
"I heard you were selling the place."
"Word travels fast." Snape growled.
"It hurts doesn't it?" Black continued.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what I mean. I know I'll never have what you and Hermione had. It hurts that she's gone, doesn't it?"
"Well it doesn't make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside now do you think?" Snape began to grow impatient with his unwanted guest.
"You'd like to think that you were invincible." Black sighed.
"Weren't we all once, before we felt loss for the first time?" Snape replied, catching the 'love' tip from Sirius again.
"I didn't mean to get a rise from you."
"Yes you did Black, you wouldn't be here if you didn't want to see me like this. How's Adora doing at Durmstrang?"
"OK. Her Potions scores aren't high, and she doesn't pay any attention in Arithmancy. She's a whiz in Charms though, and Transfiguration. She's taken up Ballet you should know. Thats where the allowance you give her goes. In case you might decide to buy her some new robes, which she's in need of badly."
"Dancing?" Snape asked and turned his back on Black.
"Yes. She spends quite the amount on shoes. Constantly buying them. She's so very graceful though, a magnificent dancer. Light as a feather, she has to be. Simply beautiful." Sirius began to smile and glow, as if Adora was his own daughter. Snape turned on his heel and glared at Sirius.
"I'll have to put an end to this rubbish. Dance." Sirius walked into the light, shaking his head.
"Why? You've never seen her when she dances. She simply radiates. Besides. Her Arithmancy Professor encourages it. Talk to Helene. She'll tell you."
"Who's 'Helene'? another conquest?"
"No. Like I said, Adora's Professor. Lovely young woman. Helene Wahrsager. She's very intelligent and qualified for her position."
"Finally, someone who deserves the position they have." He grumbled to himself and turned on Black again.
"You may also want to watch Adrian a little more closely this year."
"He's doing an exchange with SWI in America next school year. I have nothing to worry about."
"You may want to re-think that." Black said, then he turned and left Snape alone. Severus straightened his back and sighed again. His breathe had returned in front of him. Maybe it was just a day dream then. He didn't know, and it had gotten to a point where he didn't care. He just wanted out of the house. He wouldn't sell it. Adora was in her 4th year, she was bound to want to have some type of home to come back to if she ever did decide to return to her father. Despite his waning confidence in any situation of that sort, he clasped his hands behind his back and left the house again.
Hogsmede Station
Hundreds of Hogwarts students piled themselves onto the scarlet train that was bound for platform 9 3/4 back in London. Not one of them noticed the young girl who got off. She was taller, and thinner, and had pulled her midnight hair back into a tight bun, and wore a long blue skirt and matching apron shirt instead of her school robes. Snape was nowhere to be found. Instead a tall, muscular blonde young man walked up to her and offered his arm.
"May I carry your bags for you miss?"
"You most certainly may good sir." She laughed and gave him a hug around his neck.
"How have you been?"
"I've been ok. I missed you though." She replied and quickly pulled herself away when she saw her father's approaching shadow.
"Had I known master Malfoy would be escorting you, I wouldn't have bothered leaving my warm lunch." He sneered at Malfoy.
"Well Dad, My summer wouldn't be the same without you picking me up with sarcastic comments and sneers at my friend." She smiled at him and gave him a short one armed hug.
"We need to have a talk." He continued.
"Can she at least get up to he rooms first?" Adrian asked Severus.
"Don't forget that even though school is not in session you are still one of my students and will treat me with the respect you would if school was in session. There's a horseless carriage waiting for us Adora. Grab her bags Adrian." Snape started to the carriage and Adora turned to give Adrian an apologetic smile. He shot her back a big toothy grin that said he was fine, he grabbed her bag, and ran to catch up with them.
Snape stood in his old bedroom for the last time, kicking at the floor boards and sighing to see his breath, as if reassuring himself that he was really alive, and not dreaming. You don't breathe in dreams, he told himself over and over again. It was the beginning of June, but despite that fact the house was cold as death. All love and happiness and plans for a future had died here. It didn't matter. All the manor did was bring back painful memories and leech his Gringotts account. He walked over to the window to see the gardens. Gardens that Hermione had bought the house because of. Fourteen separate small gardens, each one more beautiful than the last. Blooming with an assortment of flowers from delicate pansies to her beloved roses.
Flashback
Snape stood in the master bedroom with Hermione. She peered out the window and saw the view of the gardens, in full bloom in July.
"Look how magnificent Severus!" He walked over to her and embraced her.
"You like it here?"
"I love it! It's like a palace in a fairy tale."
"That's good, because it's yours." He whispered in her ear. Hermione turned and kissed him firmly on the mouth. When she stepped back, Severus knelt down to her abdomen. "You're going to live like a little prince or princess." He cooed and rubbed her ever growing belly.
"Can we go outside again? I love the grounds."
"Wherever you want to go." He replied and stood up.
End Flashback
A tall, dark figure stood in the doorway as Snape turned around. The figure didn't move, just stood there. Snape could tell he was a bit shaggy around the edges and it didn't take him two guesses to figure out who it was.
"What do you want?"
"I heard you were selling the place."
"Word travels fast." Snape growled.
"It hurts doesn't it?" Black continued.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what I mean. I know I'll never have what you and Hermione had. It hurts that she's gone, doesn't it?"
"Well it doesn't make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside now do you think?" Snape began to grow impatient with his unwanted guest.
"You'd like to think that you were invincible." Black sighed.
"Weren't we all once, before we felt loss for the first time?" Snape replied, catching the 'love' tip from Sirius again.
"I didn't mean to get a rise from you."
"Yes you did Black, you wouldn't be here if you didn't want to see me like this. How's Adora doing at Durmstrang?"
"OK. Her Potions scores aren't high, and she doesn't pay any attention in Arithmancy. She's a whiz in Charms though, and Transfiguration. She's taken up Ballet you should know. Thats where the allowance you give her goes. In case you might decide to buy her some new robes, which she's in need of badly."
"Dancing?" Snape asked and turned his back on Black.
"Yes. She spends quite the amount on shoes. Constantly buying them. She's so very graceful though, a magnificent dancer. Light as a feather, she has to be. Simply beautiful." Sirius began to smile and glow, as if Adora was his own daughter. Snape turned on his heel and glared at Sirius.
"I'll have to put an end to this rubbish. Dance." Sirius walked into the light, shaking his head.
"Why? You've never seen her when she dances. She simply radiates. Besides. Her Arithmancy Professor encourages it. Talk to Helene. She'll tell you."
"Who's 'Helene'? another conquest?"
"No. Like I said, Adora's Professor. Lovely young woman. Helene Wahrsager. She's very intelligent and qualified for her position."
"Finally, someone who deserves the position they have." He grumbled to himself and turned on Black again.
"You may also want to watch Adrian a little more closely this year."
"He's doing an exchange with SWI in America next school year. I have nothing to worry about."
"You may want to re-think that." Black said, then he turned and left Snape alone. Severus straightened his back and sighed again. His breathe had returned in front of him. Maybe it was just a day dream then. He didn't know, and it had gotten to a point where he didn't care. He just wanted out of the house. He wouldn't sell it. Adora was in her 4th year, she was bound to want to have some type of home to come back to if she ever did decide to return to her father. Despite his waning confidence in any situation of that sort, he clasped his hands behind his back and left the house again.
Hundreds of Hogwarts students piled themselves onto the scarlet train that was bound for platform 9 3/4 back in London. Not one of them noticed the young girl who got off. She was taller, and thinner, and had pulled her midnight hair back into a tight bun, and wore a long blue skirt and matching apron shirt instead of her school robes. Snape was nowhere to be found. Instead a tall, muscular blonde young man walked up to her and offered his arm.
"May I carry your bags for you miss?"
"You most certainly may good sir." She laughed and gave him a hug around his neck.
"How have you been?"
"I've been ok. I missed you though." She replied and quickly pulled herself away when she saw her father's approaching shadow.
"Had I known master Malfoy would be escorting you, I wouldn't have bothered leaving my warm lunch." He sneered at Malfoy.
"Well Dad, My summer wouldn't be the same without you picking me up with sarcastic comments and sneers at my friend." She smiled at him and gave him a short one armed hug.
"We need to have a talk." He continued.
"Can she at least get up to he rooms first?" Adrian asked Severus.
"Don't forget that even though school is not in session you are still one of my students and will treat me with the respect you would if school was in session. There's a horseless carriage waiting for us Adora. Grab her bags Adrian." Snape started to the carriage and Adora turned to give Adrian an apologetic smile. He shot her back a big toothy grin that said he was fine, he grabbed her bag, and ran to catch up with them.