Hello. I recently made an account here and decided to share some of my
stories that haven't been given attention yet. Just so you don't know, this
is a song fic with songs sung by The Cranberries, whom I am obsessed with.
Disclaimer : I do not own any Harry Potter characters of J.K Rowling and any of her plots, but this one I mine.
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BE WITH YOU By SilentSoul
The Neighbor
It was the hottest summer of 1997. Hermione stroked her hair back away from her face and looked up at their new home. The Granger's home. They had moved 1000 miles from their old suburb to here, for her father's new job as a vice president of the NOC, which was a company who worked in stock markets. Her mother found another location for her job in dentistry around that area. Her father was previously a dentist as well but he found his 'inner talent' in business one day while walking through the city.
Her eyes wandered down the street, gazing at each and every house. On the farthest of the street, there was a small white house with an elderly woman pruning her rose bush. They house next to that was a two-story brick house. There was a swing in the front yard and a tire attached to an old tree trunk. She smiled. That house seemed to be alighted with so much life. The other houses were all pretty much the same, either the elderly or a family with children. Everyone seemed happy. Then she set her eyes on the house that was right beside Hermione's house. It was tall and ghastly. The wood was black as well as the roof witch stood out terribly. The windowpanes were all battered and infested with mould. You could tell there was no light in the inside. The owner of the house seemed he or she didn't like light very much.
"Hermione! Time to take your load in!"
Hermione's mother, Alice Granger, was a lean woman with bright hazel eyes and white flashing teeth. She was a bit of a perfectionist but was someone you could turn to even in the worst situations.
Hermione carried her 'load' from the moving van inside her house. She quickly glanced at the bottom floor and walked upstairs to the room in the middle of a corridor. It was a fairly large room with an ensuite. The wall was yellow and the wardrobe was scarlet. Just the way she wanted the renovator to make it. The bed was already there. The quilt was striped with maroon and gold with a sheoak bed frame. She started plugging the nightstands in and put her clothes in the drawers and wardrobes and with Crookshanks wandering between her legs, resting in her basket. Everything seemed to be finished so she took a quick shower and got dressed in some fresh clothes.
"Hermione! Could you come down for a minute please?"
Hermione trotted down the stairs and into the living room where they were trying to plug the T.V in with various electric cords lying on the floor.
"Oh, Hermione, could you do me a favor and hand these to the people in our street-just letters that we've moved in and we hope to get along-you know. Just introduce yourself and us too, and make sure you tell them about the barbeque we are having in the back yard. It's in the letter as well, so you don't have to be exact. Well, skedaddle, before it gets too dark."
"Alright mother."
Hermione slid her thongs on and walked outside into the dry afternoon air. Heat waves were in the atmosphere, hot air swimming through her lungs. She looked at the tall, black house, which reminded her of the shrieking shack, and looked into one of the windows. She saw a dark, tall figure standing there but quickly disappeared. She decided she was going there last.
By the time there were about 2 houses left, the sky was growing dark and Hermione was exhausted. The old lady down the street had invited her in and gave her a glass of orange juice but that was ages ago.
She stepped towards her house and thought finally she could lie back on her bed and sleep. But then the tall house came to her vision again. She shivered lightly and slowly walked towards the house, step by another agonizing step. She finally reached the door and looked at the doorknob as if she was examining it for fingerprints. She took her time but the Gryffindor bravery got the best of her and she knocked. The first time there was no answer but just as she was going to knock the third time, the door creaked open.
Hermione yelped. "OH Merlin!"
The owner of this tall black house and the tall dark figure through the window was no other than Professor Snape.
"Erm..." Hermione was wordless. She never thought she's come across Snape in the summer holidays especially in a neighborhood like this. He was gazing down idly wearing his usual black dressing except this time; he was wearing black trousers and a black shirt. She had never seen him wearing anything other than the black tight robes.
Severus gave her a surprised but dark look.
"What brings you here, on my doorstep Granger?"
Hermione shuffled her feet and held out the letter to him.
"Ah...we-my family just moved in...Just next to your house, professor."
Snape raised an eyebrow but his body stood rigid.
"...And we're going to hold a barbeque tomorrow and wish the street families to come. Well...I better go now."
Hermione just stood there lingering and waiting for him to say something.
" Well, go on then. What are you waiting for?"
Hermione scurried off into her home and closed the door sharply. She took a big breath and let the air out slowly. She was still shocked at who was living right beside them, this very moment.
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"Hmm...where is that blue dress...I'm sure I left it here..."
Hermione was rummaging through her pile of clothes for her blue summer dress for the barbeque. It was noon, the hottest time of the day and the neighbors were continuously knocking on the door, about 3 or 4 people at a time coming in. She looked out her window and gazed at the house next to theirs. Professor Snape's house. She thought he wouldn't come. He wasn't the type to turn up on neighbor welcome barbeques. She was greatly surprised when she heard a deep but rough voice in the hallway.
"Is this the house of the new neighbors?"
"Why yes! It certainly is. And you are?"
"Severus Snape. I live right next door. Number 11."
"Oh! I've heard of you before. You're a teacher at Hermione's school. I heard you were a great educator."
Hermione was mildly embarrassed by what her father had just said. She didn't know if Professor Snape was glad or irritated by this piece of information.
"I will, come out into the barbeque. My wife, Alice is in the backyard with the other neighbors. I will be out after I've welcomed all the guests."
Hermione finally found her blue summer dress and quickly put it on. She twisted her hair, attached a clip to it, and quickly went outside to join the welcoming. The air was thick and humid. You could almost taste the heat. She looked around at who lived in her street. She saw several people whom she had met yesterday, including the elderly woman who gave her orange juice. She smiled and waved a little and Hermione smiled and waved back. And then she turned to a young boy, about the same age as her sitting on the bricks with a glass of punch in his hand. She took one as well and sipped on it, still looking at the boy. He had brownish blonde hair and sky blue eyes. His skin was slightly tanned but not too much. On the whole, he looked strikingly handsome and had a very boyish image. He looked up at her and smiled. She quickly took in a breath and smiled back. In the corner of her eye she could see a dark figure staring at her, digging holes on the back of her neck. She turned around and saw him. This time, he wore a dark green shirt and black trousers. His hair looked greasy as usual but not as much as before. Hermione thought staying at home, he has more time to groom himself. She walked over to him and stopped. She drew a breath in and said, "Hello."
Severus looked at her as if she was a small first year student.
"Hello Professor Snape. I hope you are enjoying yourself."
Hermione didn't know anything else to say. What could she say to a dark and quiet man who has an extremely low social status who just turned up to a neighbor barbeque?
"You are probably wondering why I have turned up to this...social gathering."
Hermione just looked at him but realized he was waiting for an answer and quickly nodded.
"Come with me, Granger."
Hermione stared at his back while he was leading her somewhere else. She didn't know if she trusted him, but quickly thought, if Dumbledore did, there was no reason why she shouldn't. She quickly followed his footsteps, which led them away from the crowd.
" Sit, Granger."
Hermione sat on the front yard picnic seat and waited.
"What I will be telling you is strictly private. The ministry does not even know of it, only the Order of the Phoenix. You have heard of the Order have you not?"
Hermione nodded yet she knew that was a rhetorical question.
"The reason I have come here is because another wizard that claims to be the Dark Lord has risen. We do not know yet who is responsible but is somewhere within this area. My job is to find out as much as possible and other members are on the look out, too."
Hermione listened intently and spoke.
"Why are you telling me this? Wasn't it 'strictly private'?"
Snape gave her a sneering look and answered.
"I figured you knew much already with Potter always hanging around. And, it is also a caution message only for you since you are just about the only trustworthy wizard around this area."
She was surprised at what he had just said. Not only was he saying she was trustworthy but he was also concerned about her safety. As if reading her mind he quickly snapped back, " I do not intend to hurt people. I very much wish them to survive, just as well as you do, Granger so don't feel any flattery."
Hermione quickly looked away. Snape stood up abruptly and stalked of back so the so-called 'social gathering.'
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It was early in the evening and the sun began to set. The neighbors began to disappear and now, only the young boy and Snape remained. The young boy's family had already left just then but he was lingering around Hermione for a bit. They were talking about where they had come from and what school they went to. Hermione hesitated a bit at that but quickly said she hadn't decided what school she'd go to yet. Then he left, leaving Snape, who was just about to leave. Hermione walked over to him to bid him farewell but he was already stalking out with a can of coke in his hands. She sighed with a look of annoyance and walked into her room.
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-SilentSoul
Disclaimer : I do not own any Harry Potter characters of J.K Rowling and any of her plots, but this one I mine.
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BE WITH YOU By SilentSoul
The Neighbor
It was the hottest summer of 1997. Hermione stroked her hair back away from her face and looked up at their new home. The Granger's home. They had moved 1000 miles from their old suburb to here, for her father's new job as a vice president of the NOC, which was a company who worked in stock markets. Her mother found another location for her job in dentistry around that area. Her father was previously a dentist as well but he found his 'inner talent' in business one day while walking through the city.
Her eyes wandered down the street, gazing at each and every house. On the farthest of the street, there was a small white house with an elderly woman pruning her rose bush. They house next to that was a two-story brick house. There was a swing in the front yard and a tire attached to an old tree trunk. She smiled. That house seemed to be alighted with so much life. The other houses were all pretty much the same, either the elderly or a family with children. Everyone seemed happy. Then she set her eyes on the house that was right beside Hermione's house. It was tall and ghastly. The wood was black as well as the roof witch stood out terribly. The windowpanes were all battered and infested with mould. You could tell there was no light in the inside. The owner of the house seemed he or she didn't like light very much.
"Hermione! Time to take your load in!"
Hermione's mother, Alice Granger, was a lean woman with bright hazel eyes and white flashing teeth. She was a bit of a perfectionist but was someone you could turn to even in the worst situations.
Hermione carried her 'load' from the moving van inside her house. She quickly glanced at the bottom floor and walked upstairs to the room in the middle of a corridor. It was a fairly large room with an ensuite. The wall was yellow and the wardrobe was scarlet. Just the way she wanted the renovator to make it. The bed was already there. The quilt was striped with maroon and gold with a sheoak bed frame. She started plugging the nightstands in and put her clothes in the drawers and wardrobes and with Crookshanks wandering between her legs, resting in her basket. Everything seemed to be finished so she took a quick shower and got dressed in some fresh clothes.
"Hermione! Could you come down for a minute please?"
Hermione trotted down the stairs and into the living room where they were trying to plug the T.V in with various electric cords lying on the floor.
"Oh, Hermione, could you do me a favor and hand these to the people in our street-just letters that we've moved in and we hope to get along-you know. Just introduce yourself and us too, and make sure you tell them about the barbeque we are having in the back yard. It's in the letter as well, so you don't have to be exact. Well, skedaddle, before it gets too dark."
"Alright mother."
Hermione slid her thongs on and walked outside into the dry afternoon air. Heat waves were in the atmosphere, hot air swimming through her lungs. She looked at the tall, black house, which reminded her of the shrieking shack, and looked into one of the windows. She saw a dark, tall figure standing there but quickly disappeared. She decided she was going there last.
By the time there were about 2 houses left, the sky was growing dark and Hermione was exhausted. The old lady down the street had invited her in and gave her a glass of orange juice but that was ages ago.
She stepped towards her house and thought finally she could lie back on her bed and sleep. But then the tall house came to her vision again. She shivered lightly and slowly walked towards the house, step by another agonizing step. She finally reached the door and looked at the doorknob as if she was examining it for fingerprints. She took her time but the Gryffindor bravery got the best of her and she knocked. The first time there was no answer but just as she was going to knock the third time, the door creaked open.
Hermione yelped. "OH Merlin!"
The owner of this tall black house and the tall dark figure through the window was no other than Professor Snape.
"Erm..." Hermione was wordless. She never thought she's come across Snape in the summer holidays especially in a neighborhood like this. He was gazing down idly wearing his usual black dressing except this time; he was wearing black trousers and a black shirt. She had never seen him wearing anything other than the black tight robes.
Severus gave her a surprised but dark look.
"What brings you here, on my doorstep Granger?"
Hermione shuffled her feet and held out the letter to him.
"Ah...we-my family just moved in...Just next to your house, professor."
Snape raised an eyebrow but his body stood rigid.
"...And we're going to hold a barbeque tomorrow and wish the street families to come. Well...I better go now."
Hermione just stood there lingering and waiting for him to say something.
" Well, go on then. What are you waiting for?"
Hermione scurried off into her home and closed the door sharply. She took a big breath and let the air out slowly. She was still shocked at who was living right beside them, this very moment.
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"Hmm...where is that blue dress...I'm sure I left it here..."
Hermione was rummaging through her pile of clothes for her blue summer dress for the barbeque. It was noon, the hottest time of the day and the neighbors were continuously knocking on the door, about 3 or 4 people at a time coming in. She looked out her window and gazed at the house next to theirs. Professor Snape's house. She thought he wouldn't come. He wasn't the type to turn up on neighbor welcome barbeques. She was greatly surprised when she heard a deep but rough voice in the hallway.
"Is this the house of the new neighbors?"
"Why yes! It certainly is. And you are?"
"Severus Snape. I live right next door. Number 11."
"Oh! I've heard of you before. You're a teacher at Hermione's school. I heard you were a great educator."
Hermione was mildly embarrassed by what her father had just said. She didn't know if Professor Snape was glad or irritated by this piece of information.
"I will, come out into the barbeque. My wife, Alice is in the backyard with the other neighbors. I will be out after I've welcomed all the guests."
Hermione finally found her blue summer dress and quickly put it on. She twisted her hair, attached a clip to it, and quickly went outside to join the welcoming. The air was thick and humid. You could almost taste the heat. She looked around at who lived in her street. She saw several people whom she had met yesterday, including the elderly woman who gave her orange juice. She smiled and waved a little and Hermione smiled and waved back. And then she turned to a young boy, about the same age as her sitting on the bricks with a glass of punch in his hand. She took one as well and sipped on it, still looking at the boy. He had brownish blonde hair and sky blue eyes. His skin was slightly tanned but not too much. On the whole, he looked strikingly handsome and had a very boyish image. He looked up at her and smiled. She quickly took in a breath and smiled back. In the corner of her eye she could see a dark figure staring at her, digging holes on the back of her neck. She turned around and saw him. This time, he wore a dark green shirt and black trousers. His hair looked greasy as usual but not as much as before. Hermione thought staying at home, he has more time to groom himself. She walked over to him and stopped. She drew a breath in and said, "Hello."
Severus looked at her as if she was a small first year student.
"Hello Professor Snape. I hope you are enjoying yourself."
Hermione didn't know anything else to say. What could she say to a dark and quiet man who has an extremely low social status who just turned up to a neighbor barbeque?
"You are probably wondering why I have turned up to this...social gathering."
Hermione just looked at him but realized he was waiting for an answer and quickly nodded.
"Come with me, Granger."
Hermione stared at his back while he was leading her somewhere else. She didn't know if she trusted him, but quickly thought, if Dumbledore did, there was no reason why she shouldn't. She quickly followed his footsteps, which led them away from the crowd.
" Sit, Granger."
Hermione sat on the front yard picnic seat and waited.
"What I will be telling you is strictly private. The ministry does not even know of it, only the Order of the Phoenix. You have heard of the Order have you not?"
Hermione nodded yet she knew that was a rhetorical question.
"The reason I have come here is because another wizard that claims to be the Dark Lord has risen. We do not know yet who is responsible but is somewhere within this area. My job is to find out as much as possible and other members are on the look out, too."
Hermione listened intently and spoke.
"Why are you telling me this? Wasn't it 'strictly private'?"
Snape gave her a sneering look and answered.
"I figured you knew much already with Potter always hanging around. And, it is also a caution message only for you since you are just about the only trustworthy wizard around this area."
She was surprised at what he had just said. Not only was he saying she was trustworthy but he was also concerned about her safety. As if reading her mind he quickly snapped back, " I do not intend to hurt people. I very much wish them to survive, just as well as you do, Granger so don't feel any flattery."
Hermione quickly looked away. Snape stood up abruptly and stalked of back so the so-called 'social gathering.'
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It was early in the evening and the sun began to set. The neighbors began to disappear and now, only the young boy and Snape remained. The young boy's family had already left just then but he was lingering around Hermione for a bit. They were talking about where they had come from and what school they went to. Hermione hesitated a bit at that but quickly said she hadn't decided what school she'd go to yet. Then he left, leaving Snape, who was just about to leave. Hermione walked over to him to bid him farewell but he was already stalking out with a can of coke in his hands. She sighed with a look of annoyance and walked into her room.
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-SilentSoul