Turning Dark--Ninth Installment
CHAPTER 13
A/N: First of all (and most importantly) I would like to thank my wonderful beta--Christine, for her support and editting :) Also sorry this chapter took sooo long everyone, the next one should be sooner! As always Read and Review!
Snape and Hermione continued sitting at the table, each consumed in their own thoughts: Snape about how inconsiderate he was, and Hermione about how she might never see her parents again.
Finally, Snape broke the silence, "Come on, we're going to talk to Albus."
He didn't wait for Hermione to answer, just began walking towards the
Headmaster's office. "Chocolate Frogs," he muttered with distaste,
once they reached the statue.
"Ahh, Severus! And Hermione! Two of my favorite teaching staff! Candy
anyone?" Both Severus and Hermione declined the candy and sat down.
"How can I help you two?"
Hermione looked at Snape. Since it was his idea to come to Albus, he
must have a reason.
"As you know, Hermione comes from a muggle family Albus, and, considering her current 'wanted' status, I was wondering if...."
"You were wondering if I could do something. Is that correct Severus?"
"Yes."
"There are many things I could do, it is just a matter of what I should do." Severus and Hermione stared at the old man, 'has he finally gone crazy?' they wondered. "What I mean, is....there are many options. I think the best would be for them to be put in a safe house. Though that means you will not be able to talk to them Hermione."
"Who will be the secret keeper?" asked Hermione.
"You may decide, though I wouldn't advise you pick yourself, as that is
what the death eaters would expect."
"Would you do it Albus?"
Albus smiled sweetly, "Of course my dear. All that's left now is for
you to explain to your parents where to go, and that they can not leave."
"How? I can't leave Hogwarts!"
"Of course not. Would your parents be shocked if your head appeared in
the fireplace?"
Hermione understood what he was suggesting. "No, I told them all about
it."
"Its settled then, in a mere five minutes they shall be safe." Severus
and Albus began to leave the room in order to give Hermione some privacy. "And dear, do remember to say anything of importance to them," Albus said with a wink.
When Albus and Snape returned Hermione was in tears. She had just
spoken to her mother and father for the last time in what could be months. They hadn't protested about staying in the safe house, but were only
concerned about her safety. She had told them about Severus. Her mother had
begun to cry then, and made her promise to 'bring him around when this mess got cleaned up.'
Severus wrapped his arm around Hermione and lead her back down to his quarters, whispering "Shh.....it will be all right. They're safe now,"
all the while. He sat her down on the couch in the study, "Sit while I
make us some coffee," he ordered. A few minutes later, Severus returned with
two cups of steaming joe, and they sat sipping it in silence.
"My mother wants to meet you," said Hermione, breaking the uneasy
silence.
"She will, as soon as possible." Though Snape really didn't want to
meet Hermione's parents, it seemed like the right thing to say, considering
how sad the girl was.
Snape pulled out his wand and filled the room with calming music--Vivaldi's
four seasons. They sat there, just letting the music wash away all the
pain, the fear, the world.
After listening to the music for ages, Hermione finally drifted off.
Snape gently laid her down on the couch, and covered her with a blanket. He
kissed her softly on the forehead and moved into the 'piano room.' He hadn't
composed for months, but he felt inspired right now. He would
write an opera, or at least part of it. Two lovers, trapped in the middle of
a battle, two souls unable to get free. He worked well into the night,
finally falling asleep at the piano with a pen in his hand.
Hermione awoke the next morning, and coudn't find Snape anywhere. He
wasn't in the study, his room, the kitchen, the classroom........almost
in a state of panic she rushed in the piano room; only to find him sleeping
on a pile of papers.
She slid on to the piano bench beside him, and began to kiss his neck
and run her fingers through his hair. Snape slowly began to stir, Hermione
continued to kiss his neck, moving up towards his face.
Finally opening his eyes, Snape smiled. Waking up to Hermione kissing
him was definitely a good thing.
"Good morning sleepy head," Hermione teased.
"Good morning to you too." Snape stood up, and stretched, "Since we
are in my rooms, I guess it's my job to find us something to eat."
"If you were a gentleman, yes it would be your job."
"Are you suggesting I'm not a gentleman?"
Hermione smiled, "Of course not. But I've yet to see any food to prove
otherwise."
"Well if you would be so kind, as to escort me to the kitchen, Madam,
we shall find us some food."
They spent the day, lounging in Snape's quarters, not really doing much
of anything. Just talking, reading, and listening to Vivaldi. "I suppose we
should get to that marking."
Hermione groaned. "You sure know how to spoil my plans of not doing anything."
"If we split the marking in half, we should be done in a few hours." Snape
went in to the classroom and returned with an armful of essays.
Snape flicked off the music: silence was best when marking. Two hours
later Hermione stood up. "I'm turning on the music again. I don't care what you say, it's too quiet. I think I'm going insane."
Snape smiled, saying, "No point in arguing I guess."
"No, none at all." They finished marking in the next hour. Hermione stood up. "Thank Merlin. If I had seen another person copy out the paragraph on sleeping potions from the textbook I was going to cry."
Snape laughed. "They can't think by themselves, that's all."
"True, it's sad really."
"Yes, but that's what we're here for, to think for them."
They decided to go for a walk,and headed out to the lake.
CHAPTER 13
A/N: First of all (and most importantly) I would like to thank my wonderful beta--Christine, for her support and editting :) Also sorry this chapter took sooo long everyone, the next one should be sooner! As always Read and Review!
Snape and Hermione continued sitting at the table, each consumed in their own thoughts: Snape about how inconsiderate he was, and Hermione about how she might never see her parents again.
Finally, Snape broke the silence, "Come on, we're going to talk to Albus."
He didn't wait for Hermione to answer, just began walking towards the
Headmaster's office. "Chocolate Frogs," he muttered with distaste,
once they reached the statue.
"Ahh, Severus! And Hermione! Two of my favorite teaching staff! Candy
anyone?" Both Severus and Hermione declined the candy and sat down.
"How can I help you two?"
Hermione looked at Snape. Since it was his idea to come to Albus, he
must have a reason.
"As you know, Hermione comes from a muggle family Albus, and, considering her current 'wanted' status, I was wondering if...."
"You were wondering if I could do something. Is that correct Severus?"
"Yes."
"There are many things I could do, it is just a matter of what I should do." Severus and Hermione stared at the old man, 'has he finally gone crazy?' they wondered. "What I mean, is....there are many options. I think the best would be for them to be put in a safe house. Though that means you will not be able to talk to them Hermione."
"Who will be the secret keeper?" asked Hermione.
"You may decide, though I wouldn't advise you pick yourself, as that is
what the death eaters would expect."
"Would you do it Albus?"
Albus smiled sweetly, "Of course my dear. All that's left now is for
you to explain to your parents where to go, and that they can not leave."
"How? I can't leave Hogwarts!"
"Of course not. Would your parents be shocked if your head appeared in
the fireplace?"
Hermione understood what he was suggesting. "No, I told them all about
it."
"Its settled then, in a mere five minutes they shall be safe." Severus
and Albus began to leave the room in order to give Hermione some privacy. "And dear, do remember to say anything of importance to them," Albus said with a wink.
When Albus and Snape returned Hermione was in tears. She had just
spoken to her mother and father for the last time in what could be months. They hadn't protested about staying in the safe house, but were only
concerned about her safety. She had told them about Severus. Her mother had
begun to cry then, and made her promise to 'bring him around when this mess got cleaned up.'
Severus wrapped his arm around Hermione and lead her back down to his quarters, whispering "Shh.....it will be all right. They're safe now,"
all the while. He sat her down on the couch in the study, "Sit while I
make us some coffee," he ordered. A few minutes later, Severus returned with
two cups of steaming joe, and they sat sipping it in silence.
"My mother wants to meet you," said Hermione, breaking the uneasy
silence.
"She will, as soon as possible." Though Snape really didn't want to
meet Hermione's parents, it seemed like the right thing to say, considering
how sad the girl was.
Snape pulled out his wand and filled the room with calming music--Vivaldi's
four seasons. They sat there, just letting the music wash away all the
pain, the fear, the world.
After listening to the music for ages, Hermione finally drifted off.
Snape gently laid her down on the couch, and covered her with a blanket. He
kissed her softly on the forehead and moved into the 'piano room.' He hadn't
composed for months, but he felt inspired right now. He would
write an opera, or at least part of it. Two lovers, trapped in the middle of
a battle, two souls unable to get free. He worked well into the night,
finally falling asleep at the piano with a pen in his hand.
Hermione awoke the next morning, and coudn't find Snape anywhere. He
wasn't in the study, his room, the kitchen, the classroom........almost
in a state of panic she rushed in the piano room; only to find him sleeping
on a pile of papers.
She slid on to the piano bench beside him, and began to kiss his neck
and run her fingers through his hair. Snape slowly began to stir, Hermione
continued to kiss his neck, moving up towards his face.
Finally opening his eyes, Snape smiled. Waking up to Hermione kissing
him was definitely a good thing.
"Good morning sleepy head," Hermione teased.
"Good morning to you too." Snape stood up, and stretched, "Since we
are in my rooms, I guess it's my job to find us something to eat."
"If you were a gentleman, yes it would be your job."
"Are you suggesting I'm not a gentleman?"
Hermione smiled, "Of course not. But I've yet to see any food to prove
otherwise."
"Well if you would be so kind, as to escort me to the kitchen, Madam,
we shall find us some food."
They spent the day, lounging in Snape's quarters, not really doing much
of anything. Just talking, reading, and listening to Vivaldi. "I suppose we
should get to that marking."
Hermione groaned. "You sure know how to spoil my plans of not doing anything."
"If we split the marking in half, we should be done in a few hours." Snape
went in to the classroom and returned with an armful of essays.
Snape flicked off the music: silence was best when marking. Two hours
later Hermione stood up. "I'm turning on the music again. I don't care what you say, it's too quiet. I think I'm going insane."
Snape smiled, saying, "No point in arguing I guess."
"No, none at all." They finished marking in the next hour. Hermione stood up. "Thank Merlin. If I had seen another person copy out the paragraph on sleeping potions from the textbook I was going to cry."
Snape laughed. "They can't think by themselves, that's all."
"True, it's sad really."
"Yes, but that's what we're here for, to think for them."
They decided to go for a walk,and headed out to the lake.