Summary: Hermione learns something extraordinary about herself and her
past. She struggles to find out the meaning of life. Can a misunderstood
soul help her? (SS/HG)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
b*The Meaning of Life: Chapter 2*/b
~. It was a man with a curtain of black hair. He looks familiar. The man lifted his head. His eyes widened. She that a single tear was making its way down his face. It was Professor Snape . . . ~
Hermione's eyes softened at the sight of the poor man. She felt tears coming to her eyes. He must have been suffering from an internal battle, a battle of emotions, for his face shown many emotions, hatred, pain, sorrow, and happiness. He was shedding a tear. He was the last person she thought to be shedding tears. He was supposed to be a cruel heartless man. Hell must have frozen over. She chuckled slightly, but put on a sad frown.
Professor Snape saw a blinding beautiful light. It made him forget his troubles, but they came back a second later. The light came closer. It was even lovelier. It was brilliant. It was Granger. Now all the beauty had been seeped out of her. Hatred just over powered his sight.
'Oh, how do I want to kill her. The same death I had bestowed upon her
mother. The little good for nothing . . .'
"Sir. Are you all right?" Hermione said in a soothing voice. It caressed the air like a mother would her child's head.
'The same voice as her mother, he thought. She enraged him more than ever. She was a daughter of a bitch. After all she and her stupid angel mother should be damned all the way to hell. Why should I want her bloody around me giving me looks of goddamn pity?'
"Go. I don't need your pathetic sympathy! The same your mother had given me!" Snape shook his head madly and buried his face into his hands.
'Stupid girl with stupid pity with stupid wings and a stupid mind.' He thought in rage.
"My mother?" she asked innocently. He couldn't take her sweet angelic sad smile. The same her mother had given him.
'She was just too good. No Severus you're your own man. You don't need any women smiles and emotions!' [A/n: ~_^]
"Yes your mother!" She was now sitting beside him. Her eyes gazed into his usual cold empty eyes that were now filled with anger and a hint of sadness.
'This was hopeless. There is nothing I can do to make him happy or at least not hate me and my supposed mother.'
"Please tell me of my mother." He covered his face once more in his elegant hands. He shed one more glistening crystal-clear tear that trickled down his premature wrinkled face. She moved closer to him. She felt his body heat. It warmed her. She had been chilled to the bone. One of her white wings made its way around him. Sheltering his back.
"If I must. It all began when my mother had fallen deathly ill in 1981. My father stayed with her day and night. There was now known cure. This fact had plagued my family for a month. I was sitting beside when her eyes began to roll back. The last words she had uttered were, "I love you, Severus." Then she was gone. Her hand fell limp in mine. It turned into ice or so it felt. -My- life was ruined. My mother, the only one who had loved me, was gone. From above an angel came. Your -mother-. On her back between her wings was a child, you. Her hands were outstretched to my mother.
"She came closer. A purple-silver light had surrounded them. I saw my mother's soul being lifted out of her. Or whatever it was. Her spirit, her soul, her ghost, her whatever. I needed my mother and her love. So I did the only thing I could think of. I took out my wand. I pointed it at the glowing light and whispered a spell that would slowly kill your mother. It would cause her much suffering. The pain she had inflicted on me for taking my mother. It made her bleed internally and then it would cause her pain beyond belief. Soon cuts would appear and drip scarlet angel blood. My revenge took its toll slowly. I made her suffer my pain!"
Hermione had tears welling up in her eyes. Only when he had finished she let them fall. This man was always passionate about everything, anger, sadness, and hatred. She was sitting very close to the professor. Her transparent tears fell upon pale his hand. They disappeared into his skin. His once pale skin began to color. It was soon a tan.
'Angel's tears must have some restorative properties!' Her tears fell almost in waves. The sadness she felt for some time now poured out of her into someone else. Professor Snape's hair was less greasy now. It was in fact silky. Restorative indeed. His wrinkles now were gone.
He felt something deep inside of him. What it was he did not know. It was a warm tingling. What could it be. He felt sorrow for the weeping angel beside him. He watched her with great intent. Her wings began to mold back into her back. The sun was rising off in the distance. For a fleeting second he thought that it was foolish for her to cry over his lost family. The feeling was gone when he looked into the sunrise. Vivid colours were now lighting the sky. The lake was shimmering in the morning sunlight. The weeping willows were blowing slightly in the morning breeze. His eyes ventured back to the girl.
He looked her over. Her tears must have run out. She was now wiping her red eyes with her delicate hand. The sensation of tingling came back. His arm made its way around the girl as if it were an automatic reaction. Her green and cinnamon eyes met his blue flecked obsidian eyes. He felt his heart jump slightly. He had never felt this way ever since his teenage years. He had felt this, but he couldn't place his finger on what it was exactly.
'He must of came over his grudge for me.' Hermione thought as she moved closer to the inviting arm. She felt safe for once. She wrapped her dainty arms around his slim waist. He moved his arms around her shoulders. They engaged in a full-fledged comforting hug.
Severus had never let anyone this close since the death of his mother, which was just over seventeen years ago. He felt her body warmth mingle with his. He felt for some odd reason truly whole. He had never felt loved for as long as he could remember. No one could ever come near him.
Little did they notice Dumbledore was watching from the expansive doorways of Hogwarts smiling oddly to himself. He was probably thinking up some new twisted plan. He just loved to play matchmaker. Everyone knew that when he smiles in the way he did that it was not good and they should always watch their backs.
Hermione must have been tired for she fell into a gentle slumber in the warm muscular arms of Severus. 'This truly must be heaven or he the meaning of life,' were her last thoughts before she dozed off.
TBC . . .
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A/n: Please review? This story did not get any reviews except for about three. I need more! My other one "Stuck With You" got like 7 on the first chap. I want more. Humph.
-Silent Bob
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
b*The Meaning of Life: Chapter 2*/b
~. It was a man with a curtain of black hair. He looks familiar. The man lifted his head. His eyes widened. She that a single tear was making its way down his face. It was Professor Snape . . . ~
Hermione's eyes softened at the sight of the poor man. She felt tears coming to her eyes. He must have been suffering from an internal battle, a battle of emotions, for his face shown many emotions, hatred, pain, sorrow, and happiness. He was shedding a tear. He was the last person she thought to be shedding tears. He was supposed to be a cruel heartless man. Hell must have frozen over. She chuckled slightly, but put on a sad frown.
Professor Snape saw a blinding beautiful light. It made him forget his troubles, but they came back a second later. The light came closer. It was even lovelier. It was brilliant. It was Granger. Now all the beauty had been seeped out of her. Hatred just over powered his sight.
'Oh, how do I want to kill her. The same death I had bestowed upon her
mother. The little good for nothing . . .'
"Sir. Are you all right?" Hermione said in a soothing voice. It caressed the air like a mother would her child's head.
'The same voice as her mother, he thought. She enraged him more than ever. She was a daughter of a bitch. After all she and her stupid angel mother should be damned all the way to hell. Why should I want her bloody around me giving me looks of goddamn pity?'
"Go. I don't need your pathetic sympathy! The same your mother had given me!" Snape shook his head madly and buried his face into his hands.
'Stupid girl with stupid pity with stupid wings and a stupid mind.' He thought in rage.
"My mother?" she asked innocently. He couldn't take her sweet angelic sad smile. The same her mother had given him.
'She was just too good. No Severus you're your own man. You don't need any women smiles and emotions!' [A/n: ~_^]
"Yes your mother!" She was now sitting beside him. Her eyes gazed into his usual cold empty eyes that were now filled with anger and a hint of sadness.
'This was hopeless. There is nothing I can do to make him happy or at least not hate me and my supposed mother.'
"Please tell me of my mother." He covered his face once more in his elegant hands. He shed one more glistening crystal-clear tear that trickled down his premature wrinkled face. She moved closer to him. She felt his body heat. It warmed her. She had been chilled to the bone. One of her white wings made its way around him. Sheltering his back.
"If I must. It all began when my mother had fallen deathly ill in 1981. My father stayed with her day and night. There was now known cure. This fact had plagued my family for a month. I was sitting beside when her eyes began to roll back. The last words she had uttered were, "I love you, Severus." Then she was gone. Her hand fell limp in mine. It turned into ice or so it felt. -My- life was ruined. My mother, the only one who had loved me, was gone. From above an angel came. Your -mother-. On her back between her wings was a child, you. Her hands were outstretched to my mother.
"She came closer. A purple-silver light had surrounded them. I saw my mother's soul being lifted out of her. Or whatever it was. Her spirit, her soul, her ghost, her whatever. I needed my mother and her love. So I did the only thing I could think of. I took out my wand. I pointed it at the glowing light and whispered a spell that would slowly kill your mother. It would cause her much suffering. The pain she had inflicted on me for taking my mother. It made her bleed internally and then it would cause her pain beyond belief. Soon cuts would appear and drip scarlet angel blood. My revenge took its toll slowly. I made her suffer my pain!"
Hermione had tears welling up in her eyes. Only when he had finished she let them fall. This man was always passionate about everything, anger, sadness, and hatred. She was sitting very close to the professor. Her transparent tears fell upon pale his hand. They disappeared into his skin. His once pale skin began to color. It was soon a tan.
'Angel's tears must have some restorative properties!' Her tears fell almost in waves. The sadness she felt for some time now poured out of her into someone else. Professor Snape's hair was less greasy now. It was in fact silky. Restorative indeed. His wrinkles now were gone.
He felt something deep inside of him. What it was he did not know. It was a warm tingling. What could it be. He felt sorrow for the weeping angel beside him. He watched her with great intent. Her wings began to mold back into her back. The sun was rising off in the distance. For a fleeting second he thought that it was foolish for her to cry over his lost family. The feeling was gone when he looked into the sunrise. Vivid colours were now lighting the sky. The lake was shimmering in the morning sunlight. The weeping willows were blowing slightly in the morning breeze. His eyes ventured back to the girl.
He looked her over. Her tears must have run out. She was now wiping her red eyes with her delicate hand. The sensation of tingling came back. His arm made its way around the girl as if it were an automatic reaction. Her green and cinnamon eyes met his blue flecked obsidian eyes. He felt his heart jump slightly. He had never felt this way ever since his teenage years. He had felt this, but he couldn't place his finger on what it was exactly.
'He must of came over his grudge for me.' Hermione thought as she moved closer to the inviting arm. She felt safe for once. She wrapped her dainty arms around his slim waist. He moved his arms around her shoulders. They engaged in a full-fledged comforting hug.
Severus had never let anyone this close since the death of his mother, which was just over seventeen years ago. He felt her body warmth mingle with his. He felt for some odd reason truly whole. He had never felt loved for as long as he could remember. No one could ever come near him.
Little did they notice Dumbledore was watching from the expansive doorways of Hogwarts smiling oddly to himself. He was probably thinking up some new twisted plan. He just loved to play matchmaker. Everyone knew that when he smiles in the way he did that it was not good and they should always watch their backs.
Hermione must have been tired for she fell into a gentle slumber in the warm muscular arms of Severus. 'This truly must be heaven or he the meaning of life,' were her last thoughts before she dozed off.
TBC . . .
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A/n: Please review? This story did not get any reviews except for about three. I need more! My other one "Stuck With You" got like 7 on the first chap. I want more. Humph.
-Silent Bob