Chapter Five:
The teacher's lounge was originally used to relax teachers before they had to teach their unruly classes. It was packed with food, closets, wardrobes, and of course, reading and writing material. And at the moment, Snape was fidgeting in his black chair, deciding exactly what he should do about Piper. Because to his distress and horror, he had heard many of the rumors passing around the school about him. And they made Neville Longbottoms third year Snape Bogart look like a humorless stand up comedian. When nothing came to him, he picked up a newspaper, and yet again in the short week was stunned. A large bold headline read: You-Know-Who Takes over takes
Over Ministry of Magic______
Of course, after seeing the newspapers name, he seriously doubted this was true. The Quibbler was after all, not the most "reliable" newspaper in the business. And, Snape thought, there would be teachers and students in panic, not to mention a teachers meeting. But no sooner had these thoughts crossed his mind when a line of distressed teachers started filing in, Dumbledore at their lead. Snape put the newspaper aside and leaned forward. "Headmaster-?" He asked. Dumbledore held up a long white finger until all the teachers were seated. His old face held a somber look, and as he began his speech, all the teachers faces did, too. "This morning headquarters received word that Lord Voldemort has indeed taken over the ministry." A stir of mummers filled the dim room as Dumbledore's eyes pleaded for the silence to resume. When it did he continued, "And we have no choice but to keep the students here. Everything outside this school is in chaos. I must also regret to say," He said, sadder still, "that I have no choice but to close the magical borders around Hogwarts, to keep any invasion out. No one will leave or come to this school in the mean time. Every floo powder network as been closed, as has the owlery." The last sentence caused gasps and cries of disbelief. "What about the students' families! They will want to check on them, Headmaster!" Little Professor Flitwick Squeaked. "No! My duty is to keep these students safe. We will all just have to hope that the rest of the wizarding world is safe, too." Dumbledore said. Then he gave them one last look and turned on his heel. "I will have to go and inform the students of this news. Teachers, go to your houses and see what you can do." Dumbledore bowed his head. McGonagall stood up then and addressed her colleagues. "Today is a sad day for all us wizards and witches. We must all try and see through this, though, because only with Hope can there ever be a chance that we will we triumph over You-know-who." She said solemnly. Then she too bowed her head and strode toward the Gryffindor common room. Then slowly other teachers made their way to their houses, leaving Snape dumbfounded and even more worried.
Chapter Six:
His first thought was to rush to Piper's room and see if she was alright. He really did love her, but- he pushed all his guilty thoughts about how mean he was to her out of his head and thought, My students need me more than she does. They have to worry about their families, hers may as well be dead.
As Snape entered the Slytherin common room, the mood was a lot different than Snape would have ever supposed. Almost all the students, 1st through 7th year were cheering and partying, Draco Malfoy and his girlfriend leading the cheers. As Snape made his way through the crowded common room, Draco Malfoy spotted him and waved. "Professor! Have you heard the news!" And the seventh year blonde boy jumped off the table and went to greet him. Snape nodded curtly, and sat down on Draco's foot. (No, I am just kidding!) and sat down on a unoccupied seat away from the festivities. When Draco reached him, he beamed and took a seat next to Professor Snape. "This is the best thing that's happened to the ministry, yet. Father has been telling me that this would happen soon. Next, I bet the Dark Lord may even come here.Ah, now wouldn't that be great.Headmaster Dumbledore.dead.and Harry Potter.just a pile of ashes." The boy said. He laced his hands behind his head. When Snape did not share his happiness about it, Draco gave him a searching look. "You know Professor, maybe you could be headmaster.I don't think any death eaters would do the job like you could." Snape smirked. "I don't think The dark lord will ever want this school to have another headmaster.He will want this school burned to the ground." Snape muttered. "And all the muggle born filth with it." Malfoy sneered. Snape nodded, but he didn't exactly share all of Draco's enthusiasm about it. Not that he likes muggle borns either, but he probably didn't want them burned per say. "And if he comes, I'll finally be allowed to join the death eaters."Malfoy murmured. Then he smiled and excused himself to go and talk with Pansy. Snape however, stayed in his seat, pondering Draco's words, and almost secretly hoping that if Voldermort did come, that not only would he burn this school, the school he had always failed at becoming what he wanted, and if he was lucky take his horrid daughter with it. Inwardly laughing, he wondered, Who would ever want to take that little demon? (But we must ask ourselves, who would want to make Snape's life any better?)
Short Chapter, I know, but right now my dysfunctional family is having major issues, and I need to "Deal with my problems without tying up the lousy computer" so I will update as soon as I can..If my Mom doesn't decide to bolt with the computer. (
There are many things Severus Snape regrets saying in his short life. He regrets saying he loved Elisha. He regrets telling Dumbledore he would spy for him. He even regrets leaving the Death Eaters, his only true family. But the one thing Severus Snape would regret the most, was something he would never suspect he would be sorry for.
Hermione lay on her curtained bed with a leather bound journal in her hand. Using her wand as a light, and holding the quill with her other hand, she wrote about some of the worst news she had ever heard. Her scribbly writing however, stopped appearing on the page when Hermione got tired of reliving all that horror. To distract her from another tear fit, she decided to briefly flip through her journal. Her shaky hands stopped on a recent entry, and probably her most private. Skimming through, the words brought shame to her face, and the dreaded tears to her eyes. "Oh if Ron knew." She sobbed quietly, hoping she and her thoughts were unheard. She continued reading the page, until the very last sentence, the one where she proclaimed her everlasting love to her lover.A sweet blonde Hufflepuff muggleborn.a Qudditich cheerleader, an innocent, sweet, girl named Megan.just the thought of her name made Hermione whimper, and more tears fall down her red, shame filled face. "Ron.Ron.I'm so sorry.I've betrayed you." She moaned, and threw her head in her pillow to stifle her sobs.
Harry was too troubled to notice how incredibly confused and hurt Ron's face looked. In fact, if Harry had noticed, it would have looked to him the same a all the other Gryffindors'. So when Ron plopped down next to him, Harry sat undisturbed, deep in thought. It had been a few days since Professor Dumbledore had told them about how Voldemort had taken over the Ministry. That in itself was heart crushing, but not being able to leave your common room except for breakfast, lunch, and dinner was horrible. It meant he had hardly any time for Cho, Harry thought sulkily. Lately his whole life was about Cho. And not seeing the love of his life was killing Harry. "Harry." Ron croaked. Ron tapped Harry's shoulder timidly, but the urgency in his voice awoke Harry from his thoughts. "Oh, Ron." Harry said, looking up. Rons eyes were lost. "Ron, I know this must be hard, being away from family and all.I'm sorry mate. This must be killing you." He said, patting Rons pack. But Ron shook his head. "Its not them. My family, I mean. It's Hermione." He moaned. Harry nodded. "Its hard for her too, I'm sure." Harry said sympathetically. "No, Harry.She was in her bed, and I-I came to come and see her, since she was kind of to herself lately, and when I walked in.She was saying.oh Harry I don't really understand what she meant by it though.but.she said." He couldn't bring himself to say what exactly, but Harry patted his friends hand and urged him to continue. Ron took a deep shuddering breath and said quietly, "She said she had betrayed me.and then she started crying and I left." He glanced a worried look at Harry, and Harry returned it. "You don't think this means she's-?" Ron whispered. Harry nodded. "No! Me and Hermione.well.we wouldn't let that happen.no." Ron blushed. Harry grinned at him. "Well ya never know."Harry said, nudging Ron. "You're right.but oh.what's mum going to say.what- oh what are going to do? What does Hermione think?" Ron moaned, his head in his hands. Then his head darted up and he screamed, "Harry! I'm going to be a Dad!" (It FINALLY dawned on him.) Then his eyes widened, and he passed out cold in the chair.
(Now we go back to old Snapey to see what mean and disturbing things he has done.)
It was past midnight by the time Snape left the Slytherin common room. And as Snape strode quietly down the dungeon to his room, he was very glad to know that he was the only thing that occupied the dungeon.and then he remembered Piper. Damn, he thought, I left her alone all day. Who knows what kind of destruction she has caused to her room. His light footsteps quickened until he reached the large oak door. Opening it slowly, he crept into the dim, cold chamber. All the lights from his room and Piper's were off. Breathing a sigh of relief at his luck, he closed the door and advanced into the room, and turned on a few candles. He was walking to his bed, but stopped cold in his tracks when he saw just how much destruction she had caused during his absence. Had his students not been asleep, he would have yelled at the top of his lungs. Instead he crept behind the small figure sitting on his bed looking at wizard photos. Before he could even grab her, she turned around, facing him with an evil smile on her pale face. "Hello Daddy. I see your home late." She said. "What do you think your doing in here?" He whispered fiercely, surveying the damage. "Oh.I just fancied a bit of reading, so I picked the locked on your door. I didn't think you would mind being the sweet, kind father you are." She said sweetly. She handed him her newspaper and the pictures she was holding. Snape's face turned the color of sour milk. "And you decided to make my room a rubbish can!" He bellowed. He threw the papers across the room. "Well you see father, I was so terribly bored, that I just had to read something besides the awful books in your collection. So I-." "You liar.you told me you couldn't read." He hissed. She narrowed her eyes. "I only said that so that you would have to read the letter again. I know you still loved her, my mother, and I relished the thought of your heart being as tormented as mine." She breathed. Then she hopped of the bed and ran to the conjoing door way. "And I know a little more about you than you think Severus Snape. I know about the death eaters and Voldermort and-." She said. He cut her of with a yell. "Shut up you horrid demon! Don't you dare say that name! Go! I don't care where anymore!" He screamed. She scoffed at him and turned on her heel. "Don't worry father. My true family will come and get me soon. Then I won't be your problem anymore."
(Well that's the end of my chapter. I hope you keep reading. Piper's "true family" is probably easy to guess, and its not the vampires, either. But please R&R because I read my reviews and put them to good use in my story! So PLEASE PLEASE R&R!)
The teacher's lounge was originally used to relax teachers before they had to teach their unruly classes. It was packed with food, closets, wardrobes, and of course, reading and writing material. And at the moment, Snape was fidgeting in his black chair, deciding exactly what he should do about Piper. Because to his distress and horror, he had heard many of the rumors passing around the school about him. And they made Neville Longbottoms third year Snape Bogart look like a humorless stand up comedian. When nothing came to him, he picked up a newspaper, and yet again in the short week was stunned. A large bold headline read: You-Know-Who Takes over takes
Over Ministry of Magic______
Of course, after seeing the newspapers name, he seriously doubted this was true. The Quibbler was after all, not the most "reliable" newspaper in the business. And, Snape thought, there would be teachers and students in panic, not to mention a teachers meeting. But no sooner had these thoughts crossed his mind when a line of distressed teachers started filing in, Dumbledore at their lead. Snape put the newspaper aside and leaned forward. "Headmaster-?" He asked. Dumbledore held up a long white finger until all the teachers were seated. His old face held a somber look, and as he began his speech, all the teachers faces did, too. "This morning headquarters received word that Lord Voldemort has indeed taken over the ministry." A stir of mummers filled the dim room as Dumbledore's eyes pleaded for the silence to resume. When it did he continued, "And we have no choice but to keep the students here. Everything outside this school is in chaos. I must also regret to say," He said, sadder still, "that I have no choice but to close the magical borders around Hogwarts, to keep any invasion out. No one will leave or come to this school in the mean time. Every floo powder network as been closed, as has the owlery." The last sentence caused gasps and cries of disbelief. "What about the students' families! They will want to check on them, Headmaster!" Little Professor Flitwick Squeaked. "No! My duty is to keep these students safe. We will all just have to hope that the rest of the wizarding world is safe, too." Dumbledore said. Then he gave them one last look and turned on his heel. "I will have to go and inform the students of this news. Teachers, go to your houses and see what you can do." Dumbledore bowed his head. McGonagall stood up then and addressed her colleagues. "Today is a sad day for all us wizards and witches. We must all try and see through this, though, because only with Hope can there ever be a chance that we will we triumph over You-know-who." She said solemnly. Then she too bowed her head and strode toward the Gryffindor common room. Then slowly other teachers made their way to their houses, leaving Snape dumbfounded and even more worried.
Chapter Six:
His first thought was to rush to Piper's room and see if she was alright. He really did love her, but- he pushed all his guilty thoughts about how mean he was to her out of his head and thought, My students need me more than she does. They have to worry about their families, hers may as well be dead.
As Snape entered the Slytherin common room, the mood was a lot different than Snape would have ever supposed. Almost all the students, 1st through 7th year were cheering and partying, Draco Malfoy and his girlfriend leading the cheers. As Snape made his way through the crowded common room, Draco Malfoy spotted him and waved. "Professor! Have you heard the news!" And the seventh year blonde boy jumped off the table and went to greet him. Snape nodded curtly, and sat down on Draco's foot. (No, I am just kidding!) and sat down on a unoccupied seat away from the festivities. When Draco reached him, he beamed and took a seat next to Professor Snape. "This is the best thing that's happened to the ministry, yet. Father has been telling me that this would happen soon. Next, I bet the Dark Lord may even come here.Ah, now wouldn't that be great.Headmaster Dumbledore.dead.and Harry Potter.just a pile of ashes." The boy said. He laced his hands behind his head. When Snape did not share his happiness about it, Draco gave him a searching look. "You know Professor, maybe you could be headmaster.I don't think any death eaters would do the job like you could." Snape smirked. "I don't think The dark lord will ever want this school to have another headmaster.He will want this school burned to the ground." Snape muttered. "And all the muggle born filth with it." Malfoy sneered. Snape nodded, but he didn't exactly share all of Draco's enthusiasm about it. Not that he likes muggle borns either, but he probably didn't want them burned per say. "And if he comes, I'll finally be allowed to join the death eaters."Malfoy murmured. Then he smiled and excused himself to go and talk with Pansy. Snape however, stayed in his seat, pondering Draco's words, and almost secretly hoping that if Voldermort did come, that not only would he burn this school, the school he had always failed at becoming what he wanted, and if he was lucky take his horrid daughter with it. Inwardly laughing, he wondered, Who would ever want to take that little demon? (But we must ask ourselves, who would want to make Snape's life any better?)
Short Chapter, I know, but right now my dysfunctional family is having major issues, and I need to "Deal with my problems without tying up the lousy computer" so I will update as soon as I can..If my Mom doesn't decide to bolt with the computer. (
There are many things Severus Snape regrets saying in his short life. He regrets saying he loved Elisha. He regrets telling Dumbledore he would spy for him. He even regrets leaving the Death Eaters, his only true family. But the one thing Severus Snape would regret the most, was something he would never suspect he would be sorry for.
Hermione lay on her curtained bed with a leather bound journal in her hand. Using her wand as a light, and holding the quill with her other hand, she wrote about some of the worst news she had ever heard. Her scribbly writing however, stopped appearing on the page when Hermione got tired of reliving all that horror. To distract her from another tear fit, she decided to briefly flip through her journal. Her shaky hands stopped on a recent entry, and probably her most private. Skimming through, the words brought shame to her face, and the dreaded tears to her eyes. "Oh if Ron knew." She sobbed quietly, hoping she and her thoughts were unheard. She continued reading the page, until the very last sentence, the one where she proclaimed her everlasting love to her lover.A sweet blonde Hufflepuff muggleborn.a Qudditich cheerleader, an innocent, sweet, girl named Megan.just the thought of her name made Hermione whimper, and more tears fall down her red, shame filled face. "Ron.Ron.I'm so sorry.I've betrayed you." She moaned, and threw her head in her pillow to stifle her sobs.
Harry was too troubled to notice how incredibly confused and hurt Ron's face looked. In fact, if Harry had noticed, it would have looked to him the same a all the other Gryffindors'. So when Ron plopped down next to him, Harry sat undisturbed, deep in thought. It had been a few days since Professor Dumbledore had told them about how Voldemort had taken over the Ministry. That in itself was heart crushing, but not being able to leave your common room except for breakfast, lunch, and dinner was horrible. It meant he had hardly any time for Cho, Harry thought sulkily. Lately his whole life was about Cho. And not seeing the love of his life was killing Harry. "Harry." Ron croaked. Ron tapped Harry's shoulder timidly, but the urgency in his voice awoke Harry from his thoughts. "Oh, Ron." Harry said, looking up. Rons eyes were lost. "Ron, I know this must be hard, being away from family and all.I'm sorry mate. This must be killing you." He said, patting Rons pack. But Ron shook his head. "Its not them. My family, I mean. It's Hermione." He moaned. Harry nodded. "Its hard for her too, I'm sure." Harry said sympathetically. "No, Harry.She was in her bed, and I-I came to come and see her, since she was kind of to herself lately, and when I walked in.She was saying.oh Harry I don't really understand what she meant by it though.but.she said." He couldn't bring himself to say what exactly, but Harry patted his friends hand and urged him to continue. Ron took a deep shuddering breath and said quietly, "She said she had betrayed me.and then she started crying and I left." He glanced a worried look at Harry, and Harry returned it. "You don't think this means she's-?" Ron whispered. Harry nodded. "No! Me and Hermione.well.we wouldn't let that happen.no." Ron blushed. Harry grinned at him. "Well ya never know."Harry said, nudging Ron. "You're right.but oh.what's mum going to say.what- oh what are going to do? What does Hermione think?" Ron moaned, his head in his hands. Then his head darted up and he screamed, "Harry! I'm going to be a Dad!" (It FINALLY dawned on him.) Then his eyes widened, and he passed out cold in the chair.
(Now we go back to old Snapey to see what mean and disturbing things he has done.)
It was past midnight by the time Snape left the Slytherin common room. And as Snape strode quietly down the dungeon to his room, he was very glad to know that he was the only thing that occupied the dungeon.and then he remembered Piper. Damn, he thought, I left her alone all day. Who knows what kind of destruction she has caused to her room. His light footsteps quickened until he reached the large oak door. Opening it slowly, he crept into the dim, cold chamber. All the lights from his room and Piper's were off. Breathing a sigh of relief at his luck, he closed the door and advanced into the room, and turned on a few candles. He was walking to his bed, but stopped cold in his tracks when he saw just how much destruction she had caused during his absence. Had his students not been asleep, he would have yelled at the top of his lungs. Instead he crept behind the small figure sitting on his bed looking at wizard photos. Before he could even grab her, she turned around, facing him with an evil smile on her pale face. "Hello Daddy. I see your home late." She said. "What do you think your doing in here?" He whispered fiercely, surveying the damage. "Oh.I just fancied a bit of reading, so I picked the locked on your door. I didn't think you would mind being the sweet, kind father you are." She said sweetly. She handed him her newspaper and the pictures she was holding. Snape's face turned the color of sour milk. "And you decided to make my room a rubbish can!" He bellowed. He threw the papers across the room. "Well you see father, I was so terribly bored, that I just had to read something besides the awful books in your collection. So I-." "You liar.you told me you couldn't read." He hissed. She narrowed her eyes. "I only said that so that you would have to read the letter again. I know you still loved her, my mother, and I relished the thought of your heart being as tormented as mine." She breathed. Then she hopped of the bed and ran to the conjoing door way. "And I know a little more about you than you think Severus Snape. I know about the death eaters and Voldermort and-." She said. He cut her of with a yell. "Shut up you horrid demon! Don't you dare say that name! Go! I don't care where anymore!" He screamed. She scoffed at him and turned on her heel. "Don't worry father. My true family will come and get me soon. Then I won't be your problem anymore."
(Well that's the end of my chapter. I hope you keep reading. Piper's "true family" is probably easy to guess, and its not the vampires, either. But please R&R because I read my reviews and put them to good use in my story! So PLEASE PLEASE R&R!)