Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me; it is entirely JK
Rowling's. But, I think it would be nice if this fic is entirely mine. [It
is mine, in the sense that I wrote it in my own time.] The original
characters are mine, I created them! [Don't you dare steal them!]
So now, sit back, and enjoy my story!
==================================================
note: *.*-- in private thoughts
Chapter 4
~Snape~
I reached the outskirts of Hogwarts almost instantly, 'that is for sure, since I apparated'. Then, I quickly got to Albus' office. But, the gargoyle blocked my entrance, and I remembered that I do not know of Albus' new password.
What would the old man want for a password? Knowing him, it would probably be some candies of some sort. So I tried a few, beginning with his favourite sweet.
"Sherbet Lemon." No response.
"Lemon drop." Nothing.
"Chocolate Frog." Wrong. But I swear I see the gargoyle move a little, its movement so minute that without the trained eyes like mine, everyone would miss it.
Ah. so it has to do with chocolate then. I smirked in triumph.
So then, it might be. "Ferrero Rocher." I said out loud.
The gargoyle gave me a little wink, and moved out of the way. So, it was like this that I finally end up sitting with Albus to discuss Miss Granger.
~*~*~
"What brings my dear young man here to talk with this old man today?" Albus greeted me cheerfully, sounding extremely happy.
I wonder what brings about his cheery moods in the most unlikely times. It was only during the War that I had seen him really serious. I think that is the only time his eyes are not twinkling like they do now. I mused to myself.
But I said, "It was with great urgency that I come to you to speak of this important issue, though I don't know if it is any of my business to bring this up."
"Oh. So it is urgent then. Do tell me, what is wrong that could have caused my boy to be anxious." His eyes are gleaming in the dim light of his office.
I have to use all of my self control to stop myself from strangling that old man sitting in front of me. How he can always get on my nerves is something that I can never understand!
"I believe I saw Miss Granger yesterday."
"Miss Granger.. Hermione Granger.?" Albus was at lost for words. The first time I see him acting this way.
"Yes. Hermione Granger. Or at least, some one who is extremely like her." I stated honestly, knowing full well that this piece of news would be a shock for Albus. We had all thought that she was dead, after all!
"Ah. it may or may not be her then."
I was quiet for a moment, deciding whether or not to tell him that she did not seem to recognise me at all. Then, I decided to tell.
"She did not seem to know who I am."
Albus quirked up his eyebrow.
"She looked at me as if seeing a complete stranger. Perhaps that is not Hermione Granger. But, even if she is, she surely did not recognise me. Maybe she never thought that I would be out in muggle London. But, no. She looked as if she could remember nothing at all! Nothing about me or anything else. She looked like she was working in a muggle company of some sort. That's all I could gather from this one-time-meeting with her."
"I see that my boy is still very observant? Seems like age has not caught up with you yet?" Albus said with a joking voice. All I could reply to this is with a slight grunt.
Then, he continued, very seriously, "Maybe, she lost her memory? Just my supposition, of course. We don't know what really happened to her."
"That is quite possible. She did not have the air of a witch when I met her yesterday."
"I should think that we see her. To talk to her about her past. But before that, we should contact Harry and Ron. They would definitely want to know what happened to their friend. Right, my boy?"
I just nodded, hating the idea of seeing Potter and Weasely again. But, Albus did have a point in saying that they have the right to know the position of Granger.
* "By the way, I HATE to be called 'my boy' Albus. Hope you can hear me, you sick old man."
"Severes, you should watch your tongue you know. I happen to be able to read minds?"
"Right. I'll see you again some other time then." *
I rose, and left for my dungeons. They are my paradise!
~*~*~
~Hermione~
It was already past midnight, and I should be in bed. But, what happened yesterday at the coffee house and my dream from last night kept me up. I felt some connection with that man, or why in the world would I dream about him and me having a love affair? That is just outrageous! So, what is it with that man? He looked at me as if recognising me, and he was checking me out! It has to be something!
Maybe. maybe I know him before? That is a possibility, for I have no idea what is in my past memory. I need to see him again, to confirm who I am, or rather, who I WAS. This is a very important matter to me. I need to know my past to continue living a better future.
With these questions in mind, I went to bed. I do have work to do tomorrow after all! And I may even dream about him again!
note: *.*-- in private thoughts
Chapter 4
~Snape~
I reached the outskirts of Hogwarts almost instantly, 'that is for sure, since I apparated'. Then, I quickly got to Albus' office. But, the gargoyle blocked my entrance, and I remembered that I do not know of Albus' new password.
What would the old man want for a password? Knowing him, it would probably be some candies of some sort. So I tried a few, beginning with his favourite sweet.
"Sherbet Lemon." No response.
"Lemon drop." Nothing.
"Chocolate Frog." Wrong. But I swear I see the gargoyle move a little, its movement so minute that without the trained eyes like mine, everyone would miss it.
Ah. so it has to do with chocolate then. I smirked in triumph.
So then, it might be. "Ferrero Rocher." I said out loud.
The gargoyle gave me a little wink, and moved out of the way. So, it was like this that I finally end up sitting with Albus to discuss Miss Granger.
~*~*~
"What brings my dear young man here to talk with this old man today?" Albus greeted me cheerfully, sounding extremely happy.
I wonder what brings about his cheery moods in the most unlikely times. It was only during the War that I had seen him really serious. I think that is the only time his eyes are not twinkling like they do now. I mused to myself.
But I said, "It was with great urgency that I come to you to speak of this important issue, though I don't know if it is any of my business to bring this up."
"Oh. So it is urgent then. Do tell me, what is wrong that could have caused my boy to be anxious." His eyes are gleaming in the dim light of his office.
I have to use all of my self control to stop myself from strangling that old man sitting in front of me. How he can always get on my nerves is something that I can never understand!
"I believe I saw Miss Granger yesterday."
"Miss Granger.. Hermione Granger.?" Albus was at lost for words. The first time I see him acting this way.
"Yes. Hermione Granger. Or at least, some one who is extremely like her." I stated honestly, knowing full well that this piece of news would be a shock for Albus. We had all thought that she was dead, after all!
"Ah. it may or may not be her then."
I was quiet for a moment, deciding whether or not to tell him that she did not seem to recognise me at all. Then, I decided to tell.
"She did not seem to know who I am."
Albus quirked up his eyebrow.
"She looked at me as if seeing a complete stranger. Perhaps that is not Hermione Granger. But, even if she is, she surely did not recognise me. Maybe she never thought that I would be out in muggle London. But, no. She looked as if she could remember nothing at all! Nothing about me or anything else. She looked like she was working in a muggle company of some sort. That's all I could gather from this one-time-meeting with her."
"I see that my boy is still very observant? Seems like age has not caught up with you yet?" Albus said with a joking voice. All I could reply to this is with a slight grunt.
Then, he continued, very seriously, "Maybe, she lost her memory? Just my supposition, of course. We don't know what really happened to her."
"That is quite possible. She did not have the air of a witch when I met her yesterday."
"I should think that we see her. To talk to her about her past. But before that, we should contact Harry and Ron. They would definitely want to know what happened to their friend. Right, my boy?"
I just nodded, hating the idea of seeing Potter and Weasely again. But, Albus did have a point in saying that they have the right to know the position of Granger.
* "By the way, I HATE to be called 'my boy' Albus. Hope you can hear me, you sick old man."
"Severes, you should watch your tongue you know. I happen to be able to read minds?"
"Right. I'll see you again some other time then." *
I rose, and left for my dungeons. They are my paradise!
~*~*~
~Hermione~
It was already past midnight, and I should be in bed. But, what happened yesterday at the coffee house and my dream from last night kept me up. I felt some connection with that man, or why in the world would I dream about him and me having a love affair? That is just outrageous! So, what is it with that man? He looked at me as if recognising me, and he was checking me out! It has to be something!
Maybe. maybe I know him before? That is a possibility, for I have no idea what is in my past memory. I need to see him again, to confirm who I am, or rather, who I WAS. This is a very important matter to me. I need to know my past to continue living a better future.
With these questions in mind, I went to bed. I do have work to do tomorrow after all! And I may even dream about him again!