Chapter 11
Hermione continued to walk down to Hogsmeade, where she made
her way into the local bookstore. She searched everywhere for a particular
book that she was sure that Severus would enjoy, but she could not find it.
She supposed this was because the book she was looking for was not a
magical book, but a book that contained all of Shakespeare's Sonnets. She
decided that it was time to pay a visit to the muggle world again.
Hermione flooed herself to London, and walked up the street to her
house, she hadn't been back here since she had to sort out all of her parent's
possessions. She knew that inside her room there was a very old copy of her
own Shakespeare's Sonnets that her father had given to her one year for
Christmas.
She missed her parents desperately and was so hurt when Severus told
her that they were killed. At the time she knew she acted poorly and knew
that if could read minds, he would in no doubt walk out shutting the door
behind him.
'He must be able to read mind, there is no other way that he could
have gotten mad at me, my parents had just died, what did he expect me to
do?' Hermione thought to herself.
'He did save my life, I do owe him my trust.' Hermione did not hate
him, nor did he think he was a bastard, not after learning about Adolyn. But
she still had so many questions.
'Surely he did not intend to poison her, did he?' She thought
apprehensively.
'No, something must have reacted wrong.' She said as she unlocked
her front door.
Her parents' house was small and quaint. Hermione had spent her
childhood here and could not bear to sell it, even though the realtor told her
that it would fetch a hefty price on the market. It was a three-bedroom
house with two baths. Her room overlooked their non-existent backyard, but
she never minded. She would sit for hours reading or writing thinking about
the life she would have when she was grown-up. She dreamed of a family
with a husband who loved her, and children who loved waking up on the
weekends and spending time with her, her husband, and their grandparents.
She dreamed that she would be successful and happy.
Looking back at her dreams at a child she realizes that only one of
them has come true, to be successful. She certainly wasn't married, and her
parents would never see her own children.
Her eyes had started to water. She had to get out. She couldn't let it
get to her, she was a Gryffindor, they were courageous, not some push-over.
She grabbed the book from her room and apparated back to Hogsmeade.
***
"Remus, did it work, did she come to you?" Albus asked as he
entered the werewolf's office.
"Yes, she did, what are you up to Albus."
"I knew my plan would work, she was not discouraged by how
Severus reacted to the chocolates, but like a true Gryffindor went looking for
clues for a better gift." Albus eyes twinkled.
"Albus, don't you think that this is wrong? I mean, I did what you
asked. I told her what I knew, but what good will that do her?" Remus
asked.
"Hermione has always like Severus, and I know that Severus likes
Hermione, the problem is that they are both so afraid to get hurt. So I say
let's push them off a cliff together. If they face their accusations head on
they will move on from there."
"I still say matchmaking is a dirty business, especially when your
client is Severus Snape."
"I know Remus that you show him kindness, when he in return often
shows none, but there are things that I have been bounded by secrecy that
you do not know, and I know for a fact that he does not blame you. He
doesn't even blame Sirius for what happened that night. He blames
himself."
"What did happen after he was taken to Azkaban? How did you
convince them to let him out?"
"I submitted my Pensive for evidence." Albus lowered his head.
"You did that for .. him?"
"I have never doubted Severus's allegiance to me. He is a man of his
word."
"Is he.. is he like Adolyn, does he have the powers that she once had?"
"Yes, and no. He chooses not to use them for the most part, like him,
they go unnoticed."
"He was the one who stopped that rock from hitting Harry wasn't he?
He used his mind and stopped the rock." Remus questioned.
"Yes, He would have died for Harry just like he would have died for
Adolyn." Albus said as he disappeared.
"So, he didn't intend to kill her?" Remus asked to the empty room.
"I hate it when he does that!" Remus shook his head and sat back
down at his desk.
****
"Severus?' Albus questioned as he looked around the Potion's
Master's room.
"Headmaster?" Severus questioned as he looked up from his desk.
"Ah there you are! Grading papers during the holiday?"
"They have got to get done sooner or later."
"Poppy tells me that you are having the spell redone on Christmas."
Albus started off.
"Yes." He did not like where this conversation was headed already.
"Why Severus? Why not leave it undone?"
"You know very well why not, now if you don't mind if this the
reason of your visit I do not need to hear anymore."
"Why do you do this to yourself. Do you know that it breaks Poppy's
heart to hear your screams, don't put yourself through that pain."
"If it breaks her heart to hear me, then perhaps she should leave
because one night of pain is worth the millions of questions that await if I do
not."
"It is your decision Severus, but maybe once you should try being
yourself. You have told me before that you do not want to pretend to be
something your not, then why don't you prove that." Albus asked.
"It is my business! Albus I do not have the patience today."
"Then perhaps tomorrow. It is your birthday after all." Albus said
knowing that Severus had forgotten. Severus looked at his calendar, the
Headmaster was right. Tomorrow was the 20th of December, the day in
which he was born. A day his parents could more or less care nothing about.
"Humph. Another year older, another wasted year."
"Let's try to make this next one count." Albus said as he patted his
friend's shoulder and walked out.
Hermione continued to walk down to Hogsmeade, where she made
her way into the local bookstore. She searched everywhere for a particular
book that she was sure that Severus would enjoy, but she could not find it.
She supposed this was because the book she was looking for was not a
magical book, but a book that contained all of Shakespeare's Sonnets. She
decided that it was time to pay a visit to the muggle world again.
Hermione flooed herself to London, and walked up the street to her
house, she hadn't been back here since she had to sort out all of her parent's
possessions. She knew that inside her room there was a very old copy of her
own Shakespeare's Sonnets that her father had given to her one year for
Christmas.
She missed her parents desperately and was so hurt when Severus told
her that they were killed. At the time she knew she acted poorly and knew
that if could read minds, he would in no doubt walk out shutting the door
behind him.
'He must be able to read mind, there is no other way that he could
have gotten mad at me, my parents had just died, what did he expect me to
do?' Hermione thought to herself.
'He did save my life, I do owe him my trust.' Hermione did not hate
him, nor did he think he was a bastard, not after learning about Adolyn. But
she still had so many questions.
'Surely he did not intend to poison her, did he?' She thought
apprehensively.
'No, something must have reacted wrong.' She said as she unlocked
her front door.
Her parents' house was small and quaint. Hermione had spent her
childhood here and could not bear to sell it, even though the realtor told her
that it would fetch a hefty price on the market. It was a three-bedroom
house with two baths. Her room overlooked their non-existent backyard, but
she never minded. She would sit for hours reading or writing thinking about
the life she would have when she was grown-up. She dreamed of a family
with a husband who loved her, and children who loved waking up on the
weekends and spending time with her, her husband, and their grandparents.
She dreamed that she would be successful and happy.
Looking back at her dreams at a child she realizes that only one of
them has come true, to be successful. She certainly wasn't married, and her
parents would never see her own children.
Her eyes had started to water. She had to get out. She couldn't let it
get to her, she was a Gryffindor, they were courageous, not some push-over.
She grabbed the book from her room and apparated back to Hogsmeade.
***
"Remus, did it work, did she come to you?" Albus asked as he
entered the werewolf's office.
"Yes, she did, what are you up to Albus."
"I knew my plan would work, she was not discouraged by how
Severus reacted to the chocolates, but like a true Gryffindor went looking for
clues for a better gift." Albus eyes twinkled.
"Albus, don't you think that this is wrong? I mean, I did what you
asked. I told her what I knew, but what good will that do her?" Remus
asked.
"Hermione has always like Severus, and I know that Severus likes
Hermione, the problem is that they are both so afraid to get hurt. So I say
let's push them off a cliff together. If they face their accusations head on
they will move on from there."
"I still say matchmaking is a dirty business, especially when your
client is Severus Snape."
"I know Remus that you show him kindness, when he in return often
shows none, but there are things that I have been bounded by secrecy that
you do not know, and I know for a fact that he does not blame you. He
doesn't even blame Sirius for what happened that night. He blames
himself."
"What did happen after he was taken to Azkaban? How did you
convince them to let him out?"
"I submitted my Pensive for evidence." Albus lowered his head.
"You did that for .. him?"
"I have never doubted Severus's allegiance to me. He is a man of his
word."
"Is he.. is he like Adolyn, does he have the powers that she once had?"
"Yes, and no. He chooses not to use them for the most part, like him,
they go unnoticed."
"He was the one who stopped that rock from hitting Harry wasn't he?
He used his mind and stopped the rock." Remus questioned.
"Yes, He would have died for Harry just like he would have died for
Adolyn." Albus said as he disappeared.
"So, he didn't intend to kill her?" Remus asked to the empty room.
"I hate it when he does that!" Remus shook his head and sat back
down at his desk.
****
"Severus?' Albus questioned as he looked around the Potion's
Master's room.
"Headmaster?" Severus questioned as he looked up from his desk.
"Ah there you are! Grading papers during the holiday?"
"They have got to get done sooner or later."
"Poppy tells me that you are having the spell redone on Christmas."
Albus started off.
"Yes." He did not like where this conversation was headed already.
"Why Severus? Why not leave it undone?"
"You know very well why not, now if you don't mind if this the
reason of your visit I do not need to hear anymore."
"Why do you do this to yourself. Do you know that it breaks Poppy's
heart to hear your screams, don't put yourself through that pain."
"If it breaks her heart to hear me, then perhaps she should leave
because one night of pain is worth the millions of questions that await if I do
not."
"It is your decision Severus, but maybe once you should try being
yourself. You have told me before that you do not want to pretend to be
something your not, then why don't you prove that." Albus asked.
"It is my business! Albus I do not have the patience today."
"Then perhaps tomorrow. It is your birthday after all." Albus said
knowing that Severus had forgotten. Severus looked at his calendar, the
Headmaster was right. Tomorrow was the 20th of December, the day in
which he was born. A day his parents could more or less care nothing about.
"Humph. Another year older, another wasted year."
"Let's try to make this next one count." Albus said as he patted his
friend's shoulder and walked out.