Disclaimer: It ain't mine, please don't sue me.
AN: Thanx to everyone who reviewed! You guys were really supportive and I appreciate it so much. This is my first fanfic ever so please no flames. I hope I reach both your expectations and mine!
*~*~*Healing Stones*~*~*
Chapter 1
The sun shone brightly, its rays eagerly filtering through the white cloudy curtains and directly onto Hermione Granger's face. She groaned loudly realizing that she would have to leave the cozy cocoon of her blankets and go out and be responsible. During her Hogwarts days she was the most responsible person on the planet. Thus, effectively driving both of her best friends loony, but since the first day of working at the Ministry of Magic, she suddenly wished she had had more fun during her adolescence.
'Stupid sun, stupid work.' she thought as she sleepily made her way to the bathroom. She ran the water in the bathroom sink until it was freezing cold, and splashed some on her face.
'Must wake up.must wake up.'
She looked up at her reflection at the mirror and flinched. The bathroom lighting succeeded in bringing out every flaw in her face, even some that weren't there.
"Bloody hell woman, no wonder you're still single." She spoke aloud, grimacing at her the reminder of her nonexistent love life.
After showering, she brushed her teeth, and charmed the frizzy mass that was her hair she fed Crookshanks and apparated to work.
* * *
Harry Potter awoke when a pile of letter smacked him in the face. He shook himself awake and looked around the room in question until he noticed a rather embarrassed looking Hedwig. Harry shrugged and flipped through the parchments, noting the heavy smell of at least ten different perfumes wafting up from them. He coughed and scowled.
"Once, just once I'd like to be liked for my actual personality not because I'm the Boy Who Lived" he murmured dejectedly. He rubbed his eyes and plopped back down onto his bed.
He thought about the women in his life.
Ginny had never really loved him. She was entranced with his fame for an accomplishment he could hardly remember doing. His friendship with Ron and his constant presence at the Burrow only enhanced her obsession with him.
'It seems,' Harry thought to himself with distain, 'that she's not the only one.'
Bags and bags of fan mail, all perfumed in different, yet equally repulsive scents lined his small but affordable apartment (hell, sure beats under the stairs). These women were extremely desperate, and Harry found them scary. He faced dark wizards and witches almost everyday since he started his job as an Auror, and even before that. He was scared then, but he always felt that he could handle it; he had enough magical skill to defend himself against Deatheaters and the like. He couldn't vanquish a mob of drooling women with "I love Harry" signs.
Although, at times, he wished he could.
At the moment, there was no other woman in his life, save Hermoine Granger, but he never thought of her that way. She was a very pretty girl, and was always willing to help him despite her lectures on rules and safety. The best part was she liked him for who he was. Who he was.
'Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea if we ever..'
He never finished the thought as he realized he was late for work and rushed out the door.
* * *
Hogwarts was buzzing with excitement. The students whispered to their neighbors in anticipation of the upcoming Holiday Ball, to be held over the Christmas vacation. Girls' giggled as they imagined themselves looking beautiful in their dream dresses as their prince glided them over the dance floor. Ah, it would be a glorious occasion. The music, the starlight, the food.what could be better?
'Anything but a dance.' Severus Snape thought to himself as he took a large gulp of black, steaming coffee. He glared around the room in a normal Snape-like manner. None of the students noticed as they were talking while eating their breakfast. Realizing that all of this glaring was taking up his time, he rose from the staff table gracefully, and walked from the room, his robes billowing.
He walked briskly down to the dungeons, to his solace. The dark stone walls always relaxed him. The coolness of the morning clung to the hallways leading to his classroom and chambers. He removed the wards from his private chambers and entered his sitting room.
The room was decorated in dark greens and golds. The room contained two chairs both facing the fireplace and a richly colored mahogany desk. The desk was cluttered with papers that desperately needed to be graded and many well worn, leather bound books open at random pages.
Upon the mantle of his deep green marble fireplace was a flask containing his favorite sherry and two overturned glasses. Why he kept two of them was beyond him, but he never made the room to change it just in case Albus Dumbledoor ever decided to trade in his lemon drops for something less childlike.
'Sometimes, I wish I could be that free.'
At the thought, Snape literally flinched. He didn't deserve freedom. When he became a Deatheater he signed his life away. He had seen the error of his ways ten years ago and had tried to take his own life with one of his own potions. Dumbledoor, being the all-knowing man that he is, stopped him and offered him repentance. Now, serving as Dumbledoor's spy he had purpose but he never did forgive himself.
He poured himself some liquor and drank it down feeling this throat burn. He smiled.
"Now that the cheery morning pep talk is over with." he said to no one as he left his rooms, warded the door left for his first class.
"Gryffindor and Slytherin. That class has been a hell of a lot better since that damned golden trio graduated.
* * * AN: That's it for now guys. I just wanted to introduce the situations/mindsets the characters are in before I got on to the other stuff. Sorry about the wait, college is rough. Please review, you guys are awesome!
To all those that did review..
FaeriesFingers: Thanx! I'm so glad you're going to continue reading!
Enfleurage: I haven't read those stories yet. I'll try to read them asap. I really don't want to copy anyone else's ideas. Thanx so much for telling me!
Claribel: I am without a beta-person thingy, so I did the best I could myself. I'm glad I did a good job with it. I was never very good at finding my own writing flaws. Thanx for the reassurance.
Labrisa: This is it..Chapter 1!! I hope it meets your expectations!
Eternal Queen: I'll try the best I can to make sure you and everyone else understands exactly what's going on. It'll get "meatier" in the next chapters. Thanx for the review!
Phoenix Firefly: Thanx! I want to continue this all the way through. I hope you'll stick with me.
AN: Thanx to everyone who reviewed! You guys were really supportive and I appreciate it so much. This is my first fanfic ever so please no flames. I hope I reach both your expectations and mine!
*~*~*Healing Stones*~*~*
Chapter 1
The sun shone brightly, its rays eagerly filtering through the white cloudy curtains and directly onto Hermione Granger's face. She groaned loudly realizing that she would have to leave the cozy cocoon of her blankets and go out and be responsible. During her Hogwarts days she was the most responsible person on the planet. Thus, effectively driving both of her best friends loony, but since the first day of working at the Ministry of Magic, she suddenly wished she had had more fun during her adolescence.
'Stupid sun, stupid work.' she thought as she sleepily made her way to the bathroom. She ran the water in the bathroom sink until it was freezing cold, and splashed some on her face.
'Must wake up.must wake up.'
She looked up at her reflection at the mirror and flinched. The bathroom lighting succeeded in bringing out every flaw in her face, even some that weren't there.
"Bloody hell woman, no wonder you're still single." She spoke aloud, grimacing at her the reminder of her nonexistent love life.
After showering, she brushed her teeth, and charmed the frizzy mass that was her hair she fed Crookshanks and apparated to work.
* * *
Harry Potter awoke when a pile of letter smacked him in the face. He shook himself awake and looked around the room in question until he noticed a rather embarrassed looking Hedwig. Harry shrugged and flipped through the parchments, noting the heavy smell of at least ten different perfumes wafting up from them. He coughed and scowled.
"Once, just once I'd like to be liked for my actual personality not because I'm the Boy Who Lived" he murmured dejectedly. He rubbed his eyes and plopped back down onto his bed.
He thought about the women in his life.
Ginny had never really loved him. She was entranced with his fame for an accomplishment he could hardly remember doing. His friendship with Ron and his constant presence at the Burrow only enhanced her obsession with him.
'It seems,' Harry thought to himself with distain, 'that she's not the only one.'
Bags and bags of fan mail, all perfumed in different, yet equally repulsive scents lined his small but affordable apartment (hell, sure beats under the stairs). These women were extremely desperate, and Harry found them scary. He faced dark wizards and witches almost everyday since he started his job as an Auror, and even before that. He was scared then, but he always felt that he could handle it; he had enough magical skill to defend himself against Deatheaters and the like. He couldn't vanquish a mob of drooling women with "I love Harry" signs.
Although, at times, he wished he could.
At the moment, there was no other woman in his life, save Hermoine Granger, but he never thought of her that way. She was a very pretty girl, and was always willing to help him despite her lectures on rules and safety. The best part was she liked him for who he was. Who he was.
'Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea if we ever..'
He never finished the thought as he realized he was late for work and rushed out the door.
* * *
Hogwarts was buzzing with excitement. The students whispered to their neighbors in anticipation of the upcoming Holiday Ball, to be held over the Christmas vacation. Girls' giggled as they imagined themselves looking beautiful in their dream dresses as their prince glided them over the dance floor. Ah, it would be a glorious occasion. The music, the starlight, the food.what could be better?
'Anything but a dance.' Severus Snape thought to himself as he took a large gulp of black, steaming coffee. He glared around the room in a normal Snape-like manner. None of the students noticed as they were talking while eating their breakfast. Realizing that all of this glaring was taking up his time, he rose from the staff table gracefully, and walked from the room, his robes billowing.
He walked briskly down to the dungeons, to his solace. The dark stone walls always relaxed him. The coolness of the morning clung to the hallways leading to his classroom and chambers. He removed the wards from his private chambers and entered his sitting room.
The room was decorated in dark greens and golds. The room contained two chairs both facing the fireplace and a richly colored mahogany desk. The desk was cluttered with papers that desperately needed to be graded and many well worn, leather bound books open at random pages.
Upon the mantle of his deep green marble fireplace was a flask containing his favorite sherry and two overturned glasses. Why he kept two of them was beyond him, but he never made the room to change it just in case Albus Dumbledoor ever decided to trade in his lemon drops for something less childlike.
'Sometimes, I wish I could be that free.'
At the thought, Snape literally flinched. He didn't deserve freedom. When he became a Deatheater he signed his life away. He had seen the error of his ways ten years ago and had tried to take his own life with one of his own potions. Dumbledoor, being the all-knowing man that he is, stopped him and offered him repentance. Now, serving as Dumbledoor's spy he had purpose but he never did forgive himself.
He poured himself some liquor and drank it down feeling this throat burn. He smiled.
"Now that the cheery morning pep talk is over with." he said to no one as he left his rooms, warded the door left for his first class.
"Gryffindor and Slytherin. That class has been a hell of a lot better since that damned golden trio graduated.
* * * AN: That's it for now guys. I just wanted to introduce the situations/mindsets the characters are in before I got on to the other stuff. Sorry about the wait, college is rough. Please review, you guys are awesome!
To all those that did review..
FaeriesFingers: Thanx! I'm so glad you're going to continue reading!
Enfleurage: I haven't read those stories yet. I'll try to read them asap. I really don't want to copy anyone else's ideas. Thanx so much for telling me!
Claribel: I am without a beta-person thingy, so I did the best I could myself. I'm glad I did a good job with it. I was never very good at finding my own writing flaws. Thanx for the reassurance.
Labrisa: This is it..Chapter 1!! I hope it meets your expectations!
Eternal Queen: I'll try the best I can to make sure you and everyone else understands exactly what's going on. It'll get "meatier" in the next chapters. Thanx for the review!
Phoenix Firefly: Thanx! I want to continue this all the way through. I hope you'll stick with me.