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A Sky of Lies
By Dragon's Dreamss
Chapter 5
"Severus
Snape."
"What?"
Harry asked his newly found relatives, "I think I misheard you."
"Interesting," Dumbledore mumbled while he fiddled with a small silver ball on
his desk.
"Severus SNAPE?!"
Hermione squeaked.
"Yes,
child," Mother answered quietly.
"Is there a
problem with your new fiancée?" Father asked, hitting her in the arm softly. Mother
glared at him silently as he shrugged to her. Hermione still stared at them as
if they were crazy. Snape, she thought, Snape, as in
the 'Greasy Git', 'Bat from Hell', and 'Snarky, Insufferable Bastard'? This is
so weird! I'm going to have to marry my professor because two people show up
and start calling me their daughter? Why do I call them my parents when clearly
mum and dad are my parents? Why am I doing any of this anyway?
"Hello in
there?" Harry whispered into her ear, bringing her back to the real world.
"Snape, as
in my professor?" Hermione asked them, her eyebrows rose.
"Professor?"
Father asked, confused, "He's your professor?"
"Caol, he
was the one to owl us," Mother reminded him sternly.
"Oh, I
remember now . . . The snarky, dark looking one? That was Severus? My, hasn't
he changed," Father asked his wife in disbelief.
"I'm snarky
and dark looking, eh?" a silky voice said from the entrance of Dumbledore's
office.
"Ah,
Severus. You came just at the right time," Dumbledore said to Snape cheerfully,
"Lemon Drop?"
"No, Albus,"
Snape sneered as he walked fully into the room, "Minerva wanted to know when
you will be coming back. Why would I be here at the right time, Albus, if this
meeting is clearly not about me?"
"Ah, but it
is, Severus. Please sit down," Dumbledore replied motioning to the last chair.
Snape sighed and sat down without another word.
"Nice to see
you again, eh, Sev?" Father said after a few moments of silence, chuckling to
himself. Snape glared at him.
"Sev is not
my name. It is Severus. How would you like it if I called you Cao?"
Snape smirked, "Do I have to sit here any longer, Cao?"
"Yes,
Severus. Do you remember when you were, oh, say before you were born? Wait . .
. no. I mean do you remember your parents telling you about you being married
to the first Caelum descendent?" Father asked as Mother put her hand on his
shoulder. Snape rolled his eyes at the couple.
"No, I don't
rem-"
"Of course
not, but you are. Would you like to meet your lady?" Father asked smirking
evilly and out of personality. Snape looked at him in shock as he gestured
silently to Hermione. Harry wanted more than anything to take a picture, Snape
stunned . . . no one would believe it!
"Are you
saying that I'm . . . I'm betrothed to the little Gryffindor know-it-all?"
"I guess so.
Isn't this jolly! We can make them have a wonderful wedding, Heather," Father
told his wife, taking a hold of her hand.
"Caol, they
might not want to marry," Mother responded, "We shouldn't be the ones who
decide."
"But my
father did it this way and so did his father," Father whined, much like a small
child, "I want to continue the tradition. It's been in my family for centuries
upon centuries. Please, Heather?"
"But . . .
ok, but only this once," Mother gave in and Father smiled. Hermione was still
gaping at her parents. Severus was glaring at them so hard that it could burn a
hole through a rod of steel.
"So, I have
to marry Snape because you told me to?" Hermione asked skeptically.
"It seems
that way because I have git of a husband," Mother teased.
"Heather,"
Father nagged this time.
"I'm going
to marry my student . . . I'm going to have a little talk with my father, if
you would excuse me," Snape sneered and began to leave. Father turned in his
seat.
"Severus,
wait. We still have to discuss . . ." he trailed off noticing that Snape was long
gone, "Too bad, I had to talk to the boy."
"Caol? Is
there anything else you would like to inform Hermione of?" Mother asked her
distracted husband. He turned back to her taking her hand again.
"No . . . I
don't think so. Harry?"
"Yes?" Harry
replied.
"Where are
the kitchens?"
"Caol."
"I'm just
hungry. Is that a crime?" Father asked Mother as she sighed in frustration.
"No, just go
if you need to so badly," Mother replied, exasperated, "I'm going to talk to
Albus and Hermione while you two go make pigs of yourselves."
"Sounds
good, eh Harry?" Father laughed as Harry nodded immediately. They walked out
and down the stairs, chatting amiably.
"When will
the wedding be . . . that is if I get married?" Hermione asked her mother in
interest.
"I don't
know," she shrugged, "Probably around Christmas?"
A/n: So how do you like it? Tell me by reviewing! Also tell me if you like this. It's for some other story other than fanfiction:
The air stood still in the skies of Malus, an empire that stretched across the vast plains and mountain ridges of earth. It was a time of darkness when demons and shadowy creatures roamed the lands spreading terror in their wake. The handful of humans that were left refused to keep living, never moving from their homes. Even the wind was motionless, frozen in fear. The clouds refused to let rain pour and the plants refused to grow. The sun never shone through the darkness of the sky. Shadows crept upon the ground both day and night. The only light was the dim flickering flame of torches. Every man lived in fear never daring to face the challenges of the darkened world. All except for one, a young girl of seventeen. She had been born after the fall of the human race, but knew of the light before its collapse, a peace that most people doubted would ever return. And, as usual, she disagreed with them.
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