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The only thing belonging to me is the plot. So unfortunately, none of the
characters are mine, I just use them like Barbies.
GEmory- This was a problem I had come across when I was writing the chapter and finally came to the conclusion that after being convinced by Draco that "mudbloods" are unworthy Harry now loathes his heritage and is disgraced by it. He even believes that not only did Lily deserve her death but his father, too, for marrying her.
THIS IS JUST A BIT OF THE CHAPTER, I'VE FELT HORRIBLE FOR NOT HAVING ANYTHING ELSE UP YET. I PROMISE TO ADD ON A SOON AS POSSIBLE. THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR NOT KILLING ME YET!!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!
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The ride up to school was a calm one. Staring at the passing scenery, she mused on the difference of sitting across from Snape rather than Harry and Ron. Hermione thought it strange not having the boys around as they had been much more boisterous than she typically cared for. In the carriage to the school Harry and Ron were always jabbering on and on about Quiddich, a well-worn subject with them. Stony and bumpy was the road and Hermione had made mention in their second year of the uneasiness it brought her. To her dismay they used this against her and purposely jostled the carriage even more, causing great sickness. She always had her nose in a book and along with their loudness their attempts to perturb her out of her readings had constantly been a nuisance. Before this point she had thought about how the boys needed to grow up a bit, how the boys needed to learn manners, how the boys needed to pay more attention in class. In her opinion they had many things to work on but not terribly so. With these new-found realizations Hermione Granger was no longer blind of how repulsively immature, ignorant and rude they were to her. While they were friends she wrote their behavior off as teenaged boyish acts, nothing they wouldn't grow out of but she was sorely mistaken. Infact, she wished she had not been so naïve to these things earlier and broke it off herself. It was them that needed her, not the other way around.
Now, it was her professor riding in the buggy and he was quite the introvert. He said almost nothing and merely watched her every movement to be sure she was alright and would not start flinging objects at his head. It was not only now that he was reserved. No, she had observed his behavior many a time in class and as soon as he was finished with the days instructions he withdrew to behind his desk rather than pacing about as all of her other teachers did. Several summers ago she had gone to a seminar on body-language with her parents and later checked out many books on the matter. She was now well-versed on the subject. From her learnings she had decided the potion's master was nervous and most shy, probably a repercussion of a childhood experience. Even his sarcastic nature was likely to be a defense mechanism caused by emotional trauma. Not only that but this man before her seemed to care more about than her supposed "friends". He had taken notice of her green-tinted face when they started moving and asked of her health. Snape knew full-well of her habit of reading and could have easily made comments on her book-wormishness on the train yet he didn't say a word. It was in this moment of pondering, looking curiously towards the most hated person to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts she figured out Severus Snape was a more gentle spirit than all, Dumbledore excluded, were led to believe. 'That must be why Dumbledore treats him so, yes he's an ex-Death Eater but he was probably confused or rebelling when he joined. He's really a good man who made a few bad decisions. But he's righted his wrongs and I can understand that.'
At this point in time Snape began worrying about her as she had been staring at him for quite some time. Just as he was about to ask if she was okay her eyes locked with his and his words were lost when he saw something akin to enlightenment pass over her eyes. He was confused by it though, how she looked at him seemed as if she was thinking about him; but, in his eyes that thought was plain silly. There was no logical reason to him why he would be on her mind. Before he was able to question her ere the carriage came to a halt and she tumbled from her seat; her head colliding with his knees, giving off a painful cracking sound. Hermione was a mess when she lifted her head up. Her hair was more tousled than before and blood trickled from the right side her rosy bottom lip as she'd had it between her front right teeth at impact.
"Miss. Granger! Are you alright??" Snape sputtered at her appearance. The poor thing's head would surely be in pain from the force she hit his knees with.
She looked at his face with dazed eyes and merely nodded; "This must be the worst day ever; that includes being covered in hair from." she trailed off, getting to her feet.
Snape raised an eyebrow, "From a polyjuice potion gone wrong, if I am correct?" A smirk appeared on his face. This is so much fun he thought to himself.
The student's hand flew to her mouth, smothering the gasp his comment elicited. "How did you know that?!?!"
"Did you think Madam Pomfrey wouldn't ask me if we had made the potion in class? And I made the anecdote for it." With that he exited the carriage, leaving the door open for her to follow.
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GEmory- This was a problem I had come across when I was writing the chapter and finally came to the conclusion that after being convinced by Draco that "mudbloods" are unworthy Harry now loathes his heritage and is disgraced by it. He even believes that not only did Lily deserve her death but his father, too, for marrying her.
THIS IS JUST A BIT OF THE CHAPTER, I'VE FELT HORRIBLE FOR NOT HAVING ANYTHING ELSE UP YET. I PROMISE TO ADD ON A SOON AS POSSIBLE. THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR NOT KILLING ME YET!!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!
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The ride up to school was a calm one. Staring at the passing scenery, she mused on the difference of sitting across from Snape rather than Harry and Ron. Hermione thought it strange not having the boys around as they had been much more boisterous than she typically cared for. In the carriage to the school Harry and Ron were always jabbering on and on about Quiddich, a well-worn subject with them. Stony and bumpy was the road and Hermione had made mention in their second year of the uneasiness it brought her. To her dismay they used this against her and purposely jostled the carriage even more, causing great sickness. She always had her nose in a book and along with their loudness their attempts to perturb her out of her readings had constantly been a nuisance. Before this point she had thought about how the boys needed to grow up a bit, how the boys needed to learn manners, how the boys needed to pay more attention in class. In her opinion they had many things to work on but not terribly so. With these new-found realizations Hermione Granger was no longer blind of how repulsively immature, ignorant and rude they were to her. While they were friends she wrote their behavior off as teenaged boyish acts, nothing they wouldn't grow out of but she was sorely mistaken. Infact, she wished she had not been so naïve to these things earlier and broke it off herself. It was them that needed her, not the other way around.
Now, it was her professor riding in the buggy and he was quite the introvert. He said almost nothing and merely watched her every movement to be sure she was alright and would not start flinging objects at his head. It was not only now that he was reserved. No, she had observed his behavior many a time in class and as soon as he was finished with the days instructions he withdrew to behind his desk rather than pacing about as all of her other teachers did. Several summers ago she had gone to a seminar on body-language with her parents and later checked out many books on the matter. She was now well-versed on the subject. From her learnings she had decided the potion's master was nervous and most shy, probably a repercussion of a childhood experience. Even his sarcastic nature was likely to be a defense mechanism caused by emotional trauma. Not only that but this man before her seemed to care more about than her supposed "friends". He had taken notice of her green-tinted face when they started moving and asked of her health. Snape knew full-well of her habit of reading and could have easily made comments on her book-wormishness on the train yet he didn't say a word. It was in this moment of pondering, looking curiously towards the most hated person to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts she figured out Severus Snape was a more gentle spirit than all, Dumbledore excluded, were led to believe. 'That must be why Dumbledore treats him so, yes he's an ex-Death Eater but he was probably confused or rebelling when he joined. He's really a good man who made a few bad decisions. But he's righted his wrongs and I can understand that.'
At this point in time Snape began worrying about her as she had been staring at him for quite some time. Just as he was about to ask if she was okay her eyes locked with his and his words were lost when he saw something akin to enlightenment pass over her eyes. He was confused by it though, how she looked at him seemed as if she was thinking about him; but, in his eyes that thought was plain silly. There was no logical reason to him why he would be on her mind. Before he was able to question her ere the carriage came to a halt and she tumbled from her seat; her head colliding with his knees, giving off a painful cracking sound. Hermione was a mess when she lifted her head up. Her hair was more tousled than before and blood trickled from the right side her rosy bottom lip as she'd had it between her front right teeth at impact.
"Miss. Granger! Are you alright??" Snape sputtered at her appearance. The poor thing's head would surely be in pain from the force she hit his knees with.
She looked at his face with dazed eyes and merely nodded; "This must be the worst day ever; that includes being covered in hair from." she trailed off, getting to her feet.
Snape raised an eyebrow, "From a polyjuice potion gone wrong, if I am correct?" A smirk appeared on his face. This is so much fun he thought to himself.
The student's hand flew to her mouth, smothering the gasp his comment elicited. "How did you know that?!?!"
"Did you think Madam Pomfrey wouldn't ask me if we had made the potion in class? And I made the anecdote for it." With that he exited the carriage, leaving the door open for her to follow.
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