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Deaths Voice Summary: Death comes to Hogwarts in one form or other, Tom Riddle lives, and through all of this Hermione Granger and Severus Snape get pushed together . . .
Hey there everyone! It's been a bloody long time since I loaded a chapter for you, but I do indeed have some excuses! 1. The Internet was down, 2. I have a History Paper in the writing, 3. Umm, yeah.
Chapter Four I Dream of..Snape??
Hermione snapped awake from her not-so-restful sleep.
She couldn't believe it!
She had dreamt about Snape. Of all people *Snape*? If it had been Harry or Ron, she might have been able to deal with it. Maybe.
Hermione sighed. It was Tuesday. She didn't have classes for the rest of the week, no Head Girl duties. Fuck, she was bored again.
"Maybe . . ." Hermione started to think out loud.
No.
She began to wander the halls, it was during the day, before curfew.
She suddenly heard screaming. Hermione gasped as she rounded a corner to find none other than Professor Snape himself, on the floor, curled protectively around himself and his arm.
"Professor?" Hermione called down the sun-drenched hall.
No answer, not even an acknowledgement of her presence.
"Professor!" Hermione tried again.
"Gods, go away girl!"
"Professor, you need to get to the Hospital Wing!" Hermione said.
It suddenly occurred to her that no one else had heard Professor Snape screaming his lungs out. It was puzzling to say the least.
She made a nifty little test on the hall that checked for any spells in action.
Sure enough, the heaviest Silencing Charm that could be enchanted, was placed across the hall.
She crossed that corridor and began to help her professor to his feet, but he shoved of her.
"I can get up on my own you insolent little-!" He was cut off by falling flat on his ass.
Despite her best efforts, she giggled.
"Stop acting like a love-struck muggle girl, and help me up!" Snape snapped.
She giggled again.
He just got more infuriated.
"Well, come on woman!" He barked.
"Sorry Professor." She amended, still unable to wipe the silly little grin off her face.
Snape was tempted to hex her so that she was unable to laugh at him.
Hermione helped him along down the corridor, pausing only to open the Hospital Wing door.
"Dear Gods, Severus, what happened this time?" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed.
"The . . . Mark . . ." Snape panted, oblivious, once again, to Hermione's existence.
"Miss Granger, please return to your dormitories, and tell no one about this." Madam Pomfrey said, acknowledging her for the first time.
"Of course." Hermione said, gliding not-so-gracefully out of the Wing.
Well that was certainly weird. Hermione thought.
It was time to turn to the only friend she had left, Ginny Weasley.
"Hello Gin." Hermione said upon entering the Great Hall for lunch.
"Lo Hermione." Ginny said.
Virginia Weasley. Only daughter of Arthur and Molly Weasley, now their sixth child. Sixteen years old and facing the deaths of two loved ones.
Hermione mentally chastised Harry and Ron for leaving Ginny with almost nothing. And in rapid succession too!
"How're you holding up?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, fine." Ginny said vaguely.
"Seriously." Hermione snapped.
"Well how would you be?! Seven months ago I lost my only standing relationship to that bastard Voldemort! And, my brother kills himself and leaves the rest of us to cover up his bloody tracks! How would you feel!" Ginny yelled, successfully gaining the attention of the whole hall.
"I know Gin, and I'm sorry." Hermione whispered. "I lost Ron as well, I loved him. And Harry! He was my *best friend* Ginny! I know what it's like to lose somebody, because I've lost them as well."
"I'm sorry Mione." Ginny said, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Look, putting salt in old wounds is not what I came here for. I need to talk to you." Hermione said, lowering her voice further.
"Okay, lets go to your dorm." Ginny said, also lowering her voice.
"Twenty minutes. I'm starved." And Hermione tuned out the rest of the world and focused on her plate.
Deaths Voice Summary: Death comes to Hogwarts in one form or other, Tom Riddle lives, and through all of this Hermione Granger and Severus Snape get pushed together . . .
Hey there everyone! It's been a bloody long time since I loaded a chapter for you, but I do indeed have some excuses! 1. The Internet was down, 2. I have a History Paper in the writing, 3. Umm, yeah.
Chapter Four I Dream of..Snape??
Hermione snapped awake from her not-so-restful sleep.
She couldn't believe it!
She had dreamt about Snape. Of all people *Snape*? If it had been Harry or Ron, she might have been able to deal with it. Maybe.
Hermione sighed. It was Tuesday. She didn't have classes for the rest of the week, no Head Girl duties. Fuck, she was bored again.
"Maybe . . ." Hermione started to think out loud.
No.
She began to wander the halls, it was during the day, before curfew.
She suddenly heard screaming. Hermione gasped as she rounded a corner to find none other than Professor Snape himself, on the floor, curled protectively around himself and his arm.
"Professor?" Hermione called down the sun-drenched hall.
No answer, not even an acknowledgement of her presence.
"Professor!" Hermione tried again.
"Gods, go away girl!"
"Professor, you need to get to the Hospital Wing!" Hermione said.
It suddenly occurred to her that no one else had heard Professor Snape screaming his lungs out. It was puzzling to say the least.
She made a nifty little test on the hall that checked for any spells in action.
Sure enough, the heaviest Silencing Charm that could be enchanted, was placed across the hall.
She crossed that corridor and began to help her professor to his feet, but he shoved of her.
"I can get up on my own you insolent little-!" He was cut off by falling flat on his ass.
Despite her best efforts, she giggled.
"Stop acting like a love-struck muggle girl, and help me up!" Snape snapped.
She giggled again.
He just got more infuriated.
"Well, come on woman!" He barked.
"Sorry Professor." She amended, still unable to wipe the silly little grin off her face.
Snape was tempted to hex her so that she was unable to laugh at him.
Hermione helped him along down the corridor, pausing only to open the Hospital Wing door.
"Dear Gods, Severus, what happened this time?" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed.
"The . . . Mark . . ." Snape panted, oblivious, once again, to Hermione's existence.
"Miss Granger, please return to your dormitories, and tell no one about this." Madam Pomfrey said, acknowledging her for the first time.
"Of course." Hermione said, gliding not-so-gracefully out of the Wing.
Well that was certainly weird. Hermione thought.
It was time to turn to the only friend she had left, Ginny Weasley.
"Hello Gin." Hermione said upon entering the Great Hall for lunch.
"Lo Hermione." Ginny said.
Virginia Weasley. Only daughter of Arthur and Molly Weasley, now their sixth child. Sixteen years old and facing the deaths of two loved ones.
Hermione mentally chastised Harry and Ron for leaving Ginny with almost nothing. And in rapid succession too!
"How're you holding up?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, fine." Ginny said vaguely.
"Seriously." Hermione snapped.
"Well how would you be?! Seven months ago I lost my only standing relationship to that bastard Voldemort! And, my brother kills himself and leaves the rest of us to cover up his bloody tracks! How would you feel!" Ginny yelled, successfully gaining the attention of the whole hall.
"I know Gin, and I'm sorry." Hermione whispered. "I lost Ron as well, I loved him. And Harry! He was my *best friend* Ginny! I know what it's like to lose somebody, because I've lost them as well."
"I'm sorry Mione." Ginny said, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Look, putting salt in old wounds is not what I came here for. I need to talk to you." Hermione said, lowering her voice further.
"Okay, lets go to your dorm." Ginny said, also lowering her voice.
"Twenty minutes. I'm starved." And Hermione tuned out the rest of the world and focused on her plate.