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RWH
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Eight
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It was late and Rebecca sat in her dorm's room reading, or studying, depending on whom you asked. Her roommate called it studying but in her opinion when you enjoy reading something, it's more of a pleasure than a chore. This particular book of potions she was currently reading, Severus brought to her last weekend. It was a fascinating read. The title was simply entitled: 'Variable Elements and their Cataclysmic Abilities'. It contained various elemental concoctions that would normally blow her mind if she didn't already know about some of the problematic devastation that could occur when you throw one unstable ingredient with some other.. shall we say.. less than desirable ones. After all, she didn't study under the most feared Potions Master of all time for nothing. She did manage to learn a great deal from him in the few short years she lived under his roof.
Her mind drifted from the book she was reading and she found her gaze settling out the window where the moonlight drifted down to shine in the fountain just below her apartment window. The silvery threads of moonlight rippled in the stark darkness of the water but she never took notice the beauty of it. Her mind was now on something else, someone else.
Severus
Gods, She missed him. She missed his daily visits and nightly conversations when she was home. Stacia was a nice person to talk to but when one wanted to discuss something academic her friend had a habit of suddenly finding something else she had to do. It was irritating.
She missed the intelligent conversations she used to have with Severus. If she had to do without his biweekly weekend visits, she would be afraid of her brain stagnating from misuse of verbal interaction. Not to say that Stacia wasn't intelligent, but she only had two things on her mind, namely, Greg and Bobby, and classes was only third to the other two. It chapped Becca to say the least. She needed, thrived on good intelligent conversation, which is why she looked forward to every other weekend, for Severus' weekly visit. As it is she had to wait for next weekend to slowly roll around, he had already been by last weekend, hence the book she was now reading.
She smiled recalling their visits. Most of them were over dinner somewhere extravagant and consisted of one tale after another. Somehow he always made her laugh even on her most awful days and she tried to put a smile on his face, which she managed to most of the time, as long as she kept her emotions to herself.
Their conversations always seemed to be about safe issues, potions, his classes, her classes, and the faculty of Hogwarts. He even had a new position besides his regular classes. He was now a counselor for emotionally disturbed students. A profession that he was enjoying immensely being an ex-child with emotional baggage himself.
She had been a bit shocked to hear about this change in his evenings. It seemed that Professor Dumbledore approached him just after she had left school about the new position being developed. Since Hogwart's had never had a proper counselor, they immediately thought of him and of his work with her. It only seemed appropriate that since he was so successful in helping her in her crisis, they figured he would be able to help in others.
Without the actual activity of him watching their parents dying as he had with hers. She knew deep down that he had something to do with her parent's demise but he refused to speak of it, even after all these years, not that it mattered a bit to her. But she never pushed it.
She could tell that he was now enjoying his work more than he ever did. After spending the last four years with her, he had found a new direction in life, one that seemed to work for him. He actually said to her last weekend that he now taking pleasure in his work and she couldn't have been more proud of him if she tried. He did seem more.. amiable.
She loved seeing him happy, but she knew she could make him even happier, someday, if he would only let her in more. She had tried on more than one occasion to tell him how she felt, but somehow the conversation was either interrupted or he skillfully moved the topic to something safer. It was like he didn't want to hear it or didn't want to acknowledge it. It was starting to irritate her. She wanted him and he was having nothing to do with it.
She sighed as her fingers absently rubbed at the scratched etchings on the table. Years of abuse from a millennia of students had marred the wood beyond any magical repairs. It simply refused any attempts to clear the surface of its rugged appearance. She had even etched her name into it, next to someone called Milda Hilldare. She had even etched in small initials, RR + SS just to be amusing. Stacia had heard of Severus from reputation and couldn't understand her adoration of the man, but then, no one could. So, she didn't bother to try to explain it much. No one could see her vision of him. And, in a way, that pleased her, that would mean that he would be hers, when the time came.
Rather he wants to believe it or not.
The time 'will' come, she was bound and determined on that. Someday she would make him see her as something different than his ex-ward. Make him take notice that she was now a woman and not the so-called 'Child' he seemed to think of her.
She chuckled at that, going over the possible ways of seduction in her brain, the book before her now forgotten as her imagination gave way to more.. interesting forms of chemical connections and variables of dangerous elements.
Maybe Stacia had a point in this. Too much studying and not enough of a love life weren't a good way to live.
~~~
Severus closed the door behind Darryn and shook his head. The poor kid, ever since he had discovered his powers his mother had been terrified of him. In his opinion, a muggle with no imagination was one of the worst people to have a wizard for a son. They lacked spirit and any form of visualization and when confronted with something that they didn't understand or worse, refused to understand, they grow wary and frightened of that thing or person. Poor Darryn's mother was one of these people. She was terrified of her own son and it saddened the child so much that he had attempted suicide three times so far, twice before coming to Hogwarts and once afterward. It was after this last attempt when he got his hands on the young boy to try to talk to him and get things out into the open. It was beginning to work The child was starting to trust him. Getting over the trust barrier was the hardest part. No one trusted him in the beginning, but things were beginning to pick up.
Another thing was bothering him about this Ellis family. Where in God's name had the boy's wizard father hid his magickal abilities during their marriage and why.. he threw himself down into his sofa and laid across it with his heels on the armrest.. tell me why, in God's name did he want to? Magic was such an essential part of a wizard's life, to deny a wizard magic was like denying milk to an infant. It was cruel and unreasonable, yet this man, Darryn's father did it daily, for eleven years before his son received his Hogwart's letter and the fact couldn't be hid any longer.
Some things he had learned from the counsels he had undertaken still shocked him about parents and the way they treat their children. He used to loath Muggleborns and their unexpected magical children, but now after listening to tales of woe and horror he had developed an understanding of them. It had to be hard on magical children of Muggle parents to discover powers that they couldn't understand nor that their parents could explain. Listening to these children's stories made him wonder if Muggles were fit to be parents to anyone, let alone magical children.
In this line of thinking, Miss Granger was lucky, her parents encouraged her and tried their best to understand. They were one of a million and if he could turn back the hands of time, literally and not just with a time turner, he would do his best to change his relationship with Miss. Granger and her parents. He had an idea that Miss. Granger was going to be a very important witch in the wizarding world and he hoped that in the future they would work together in friendship.
He smiled at that and his thoughts turned back to the children he was helping. Being Muggle or Magical, it wasn't an easy task keeping the children on the straight and narrow. Parents have it hard. How in God's name could they do it all the time, especially at such young ages?
He didn't get Rebecca until she was fourteen, he couldn't imagine how he would have handled it if she was younger. Rebecca was already approaching adulthood when she came to him. These children he was seeing was fresh into wizarding world and new to Hogwart's. A brand new life awaited them and at such a tender young age. They were basically and unceremoniously, thrust into living in a drafty old castle with people that were older than dirt and ghosts that invaded any room that they wanted without a care or thought about who was in that room or what they were doing.
Most children handled it with a fair amount of dignity. But there were those that had a hard time adjusting, those that saw him on a regular basis. Those, like Darryn, that needed the most help. He did his best and his best will have to do. He just hoped that it was enough.
He rose from the sofa and wandered into his bedchambers to prepare for the evening, stopping before his armoire, he smiled at the picture of Rebecca that reflected her smiling and waving at him. He chuckled and waved back causing the photo to giggle and blow him a kiss. He loved this picture. It captured the best part of her, her smile.
He missed her.
More than he ever thought he would.
Maybe more than he should.
He sighed and removed his cloak letting it fall to the ground, turning around to avoid the smirk of the young lady in the photo. He knew she couldn't really see him, but sometimes wizarding photos seemed to real, even for him.
Perhaps he would give her an unexpected call this weekend, just to see how she was doing. He had already seen her last weekend but that wasn't enough. He wanted more. Once every other week was killing him. He grew used to her being around and the dungeon was to quiet with her gone. He hated the dungeon now, with it cold and formidable hard walls. He was longing for company and intelligent conversation.
And this was only her first year away from him and he was already at his wit's end.
He dropped his trousers onto the floor and slipped into his black pajama bottoms. Leaving the clothing where they fell knowing that one of the elves would retrieve them later and launder them. He finally climbed into bed turning to his side to face her picture, who was settling down herself into her little sofa for the night, he smiled.
"Night Rebecca."
He smiled slightly as he saw her wave to him again and they both blew out their candles.
~~~
A/Ns and Acknowledgements:
Cathryne: Thanks, Cat.I appreciate your words of encouragement. I didn't know if I should go in this direction but that was the original plan of mine so I'm going to run with it. I hope you like where I take it. Thanks for the comments. I love to make you happy.
eriie: Thank you, I didn't feel it was MarySueish either, but one never knows what others think. I thank you for your support and for taking the time to let me know what you think. It means a lot to me. Thanks again.
PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW.. I'M BEGGIN YA'
RWH
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RWH
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Eight
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It was late and Rebecca sat in her dorm's room reading, or studying, depending on whom you asked. Her roommate called it studying but in her opinion when you enjoy reading something, it's more of a pleasure than a chore. This particular book of potions she was currently reading, Severus brought to her last weekend. It was a fascinating read. The title was simply entitled: 'Variable Elements and their Cataclysmic Abilities'. It contained various elemental concoctions that would normally blow her mind if she didn't already know about some of the problematic devastation that could occur when you throw one unstable ingredient with some other.. shall we say.. less than desirable ones. After all, she didn't study under the most feared Potions Master of all time for nothing. She did manage to learn a great deal from him in the few short years she lived under his roof.
Her mind drifted from the book she was reading and she found her gaze settling out the window where the moonlight drifted down to shine in the fountain just below her apartment window. The silvery threads of moonlight rippled in the stark darkness of the water but she never took notice the beauty of it. Her mind was now on something else, someone else.
Severus
Gods, She missed him. She missed his daily visits and nightly conversations when she was home. Stacia was a nice person to talk to but when one wanted to discuss something academic her friend had a habit of suddenly finding something else she had to do. It was irritating.
She missed the intelligent conversations she used to have with Severus. If she had to do without his biweekly weekend visits, she would be afraid of her brain stagnating from misuse of verbal interaction. Not to say that Stacia wasn't intelligent, but she only had two things on her mind, namely, Greg and Bobby, and classes was only third to the other two. It chapped Becca to say the least. She needed, thrived on good intelligent conversation, which is why she looked forward to every other weekend, for Severus' weekly visit. As it is she had to wait for next weekend to slowly roll around, he had already been by last weekend, hence the book she was now reading.
She smiled recalling their visits. Most of them were over dinner somewhere extravagant and consisted of one tale after another. Somehow he always made her laugh even on her most awful days and she tried to put a smile on his face, which she managed to most of the time, as long as she kept her emotions to herself.
Their conversations always seemed to be about safe issues, potions, his classes, her classes, and the faculty of Hogwarts. He even had a new position besides his regular classes. He was now a counselor for emotionally disturbed students. A profession that he was enjoying immensely being an ex-child with emotional baggage himself.
She had been a bit shocked to hear about this change in his evenings. It seemed that Professor Dumbledore approached him just after she had left school about the new position being developed. Since Hogwart's had never had a proper counselor, they immediately thought of him and of his work with her. It only seemed appropriate that since he was so successful in helping her in her crisis, they figured he would be able to help in others.
Without the actual activity of him watching their parents dying as he had with hers. She knew deep down that he had something to do with her parent's demise but he refused to speak of it, even after all these years, not that it mattered a bit to her. But she never pushed it.
She could tell that he was now enjoying his work more than he ever did. After spending the last four years with her, he had found a new direction in life, one that seemed to work for him. He actually said to her last weekend that he now taking pleasure in his work and she couldn't have been more proud of him if she tried. He did seem more.. amiable.
She loved seeing him happy, but she knew she could make him even happier, someday, if he would only let her in more. She had tried on more than one occasion to tell him how she felt, but somehow the conversation was either interrupted or he skillfully moved the topic to something safer. It was like he didn't want to hear it or didn't want to acknowledge it. It was starting to irritate her. She wanted him and he was having nothing to do with it.
She sighed as her fingers absently rubbed at the scratched etchings on the table. Years of abuse from a millennia of students had marred the wood beyond any magical repairs. It simply refused any attempts to clear the surface of its rugged appearance. She had even etched her name into it, next to someone called Milda Hilldare. She had even etched in small initials, RR + SS just to be amusing. Stacia had heard of Severus from reputation and couldn't understand her adoration of the man, but then, no one could. So, she didn't bother to try to explain it much. No one could see her vision of him. And, in a way, that pleased her, that would mean that he would be hers, when the time came.
Rather he wants to believe it or not.
The time 'will' come, she was bound and determined on that. Someday she would make him see her as something different than his ex-ward. Make him take notice that she was now a woman and not the so-called 'Child' he seemed to think of her.
She chuckled at that, going over the possible ways of seduction in her brain, the book before her now forgotten as her imagination gave way to more.. interesting forms of chemical connections and variables of dangerous elements.
Maybe Stacia had a point in this. Too much studying and not enough of a love life weren't a good way to live.
~~~
Severus closed the door behind Darryn and shook his head. The poor kid, ever since he had discovered his powers his mother had been terrified of him. In his opinion, a muggle with no imagination was one of the worst people to have a wizard for a son. They lacked spirit and any form of visualization and when confronted with something that they didn't understand or worse, refused to understand, they grow wary and frightened of that thing or person. Poor Darryn's mother was one of these people. She was terrified of her own son and it saddened the child so much that he had attempted suicide three times so far, twice before coming to Hogwarts and once afterward. It was after this last attempt when he got his hands on the young boy to try to talk to him and get things out into the open. It was beginning to work The child was starting to trust him. Getting over the trust barrier was the hardest part. No one trusted him in the beginning, but things were beginning to pick up.
Another thing was bothering him about this Ellis family. Where in God's name had the boy's wizard father hid his magickal abilities during their marriage and why.. he threw himself down into his sofa and laid across it with his heels on the armrest.. tell me why, in God's name did he want to? Magic was such an essential part of a wizard's life, to deny a wizard magic was like denying milk to an infant. It was cruel and unreasonable, yet this man, Darryn's father did it daily, for eleven years before his son received his Hogwart's letter and the fact couldn't be hid any longer.
Some things he had learned from the counsels he had undertaken still shocked him about parents and the way they treat their children. He used to loath Muggleborns and their unexpected magical children, but now after listening to tales of woe and horror he had developed an understanding of them. It had to be hard on magical children of Muggle parents to discover powers that they couldn't understand nor that their parents could explain. Listening to these children's stories made him wonder if Muggles were fit to be parents to anyone, let alone magical children.
In this line of thinking, Miss Granger was lucky, her parents encouraged her and tried their best to understand. They were one of a million and if he could turn back the hands of time, literally and not just with a time turner, he would do his best to change his relationship with Miss. Granger and her parents. He had an idea that Miss. Granger was going to be a very important witch in the wizarding world and he hoped that in the future they would work together in friendship.
He smiled at that and his thoughts turned back to the children he was helping. Being Muggle or Magical, it wasn't an easy task keeping the children on the straight and narrow. Parents have it hard. How in God's name could they do it all the time, especially at such young ages?
He didn't get Rebecca until she was fourteen, he couldn't imagine how he would have handled it if she was younger. Rebecca was already approaching adulthood when she came to him. These children he was seeing was fresh into wizarding world and new to Hogwart's. A brand new life awaited them and at such a tender young age. They were basically and unceremoniously, thrust into living in a drafty old castle with people that were older than dirt and ghosts that invaded any room that they wanted without a care or thought about who was in that room or what they were doing.
Most children handled it with a fair amount of dignity. But there were those that had a hard time adjusting, those that saw him on a regular basis. Those, like Darryn, that needed the most help. He did his best and his best will have to do. He just hoped that it was enough.
He rose from the sofa and wandered into his bedchambers to prepare for the evening, stopping before his armoire, he smiled at the picture of Rebecca that reflected her smiling and waving at him. He chuckled and waved back causing the photo to giggle and blow him a kiss. He loved this picture. It captured the best part of her, her smile.
He missed her.
More than he ever thought he would.
Maybe more than he should.
He sighed and removed his cloak letting it fall to the ground, turning around to avoid the smirk of the young lady in the photo. He knew she couldn't really see him, but sometimes wizarding photos seemed to real, even for him.
Perhaps he would give her an unexpected call this weekend, just to see how she was doing. He had already seen her last weekend but that wasn't enough. He wanted more. Once every other week was killing him. He grew used to her being around and the dungeon was to quiet with her gone. He hated the dungeon now, with it cold and formidable hard walls. He was longing for company and intelligent conversation.
And this was only her first year away from him and he was already at his wit's end.
He dropped his trousers onto the floor and slipped into his black pajama bottoms. Leaving the clothing where they fell knowing that one of the elves would retrieve them later and launder them. He finally climbed into bed turning to his side to face her picture, who was settling down herself into her little sofa for the night, he smiled.
"Night Rebecca."
He smiled slightly as he saw her wave to him again and they both blew out their candles.
~~~
A/Ns and Acknowledgements:
Cathryne: Thanks, Cat.I appreciate your words of encouragement. I didn't know if I should go in this direction but that was the original plan of mine so I'm going to run with it. I hope you like where I take it. Thanks for the comments. I love to make you happy.
eriie: Thank you, I didn't feel it was MarySueish either, but one never knows what others think. I thank you for your support and for taking the time to let me know what you think. It means a lot to me. Thanks again.
PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW.. I'M BEGGIN YA'
RWH
