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Summery-Dumbledore is more involved in Snapes past then anyone ever imagined. Can decisions made 24 years ago be reversed to give three adults the family they desperately crave? (contains original characters)
Snape stormed down the empty corridors his robes billowing out behind him; it was just too much to take in at once. He was sure Mia wasn't going to keep the child they'd fort so hard she accused him of lying, she'd crossed the line and he's snapped. He couldn't forgive himself for striking her or her for saying those things. Young and stupid he'd run from his insecurities, her and their child. Straight into the open arms of Voldermort, in the dark arts they didn't care that he'd hit and abandoned a muggle, they were more upset he hadn't of killed them too.
He reached his destination in record time still lost in his thoughts, opening his office door he sat down heavily on the worn green chair. Immediately he was filled with anger and regrets he suddenly stood up and viciously swiped at the piles of books on his desk sending the leather bound copies flying. The black robes flailing around his pale frame as he released his rage at anything within reach, books, caldrons, half finished potions.
The sounds of glass shattering and the echoes of the loud thuds as things hit the stone floor seemed to add more fuel his fury. Ignoring the physical pain he pounded his fists into the stone wall at the unfairness of the situation. He'd had a daughter for 24 years and never knew it; the only person in the world he'd trusted had hidden it from him. Snape had never felt so betrayed in his life; he'd been lied to by someone he depended on, all because Albus thought he was 'doing the right thing'.
The right thing would have been to tell him, Albus could have told him when he'd given him the job at Hogwarts. Or failing that when her mother was killed, what had they told her about him, was he also dead to her. Kicking the wall in frustration, he again rhythmically beat his fists against the damp cold stone. Finally collapsing in a heap of black, he broke down in anguish, the grief and emotion he'd bottled up for 24 years finally taking its toll, and for the first time in his adult life he cried.
Albus Dumbledore hardly ever had to question his actions, they were usually flawless and he defiantly wasn't used to the feeling of guilt that came with making the wrong decision. Wandering over to the window he looked out at the stars, wishing that he'd made different choices.
Albus had liked Mia she was properly the only muggle he could truly say he respected, she was amazingly strong willed. The day of their first meeting she was a wreck 19 years old in a gap year from university, far from home, alone, and pregnant. He'd expected to organize a termination, but Mia would hear nothing of it. He'd grown to respect her over the years fighting her strict upbringing, even managing to raise a daughter in a place others wouldn't dream of. Even though she was a muggle he found himself wishing that he'd a girl like that as his own daughter.
Though he couldn't say he liked the idea of Esen growing up in various aid camps, he'd visited alot saw the amazing work she was doing and seeing how adjusted the child was he couldn't really fault he decision. On Esens 11th birthday he'd sent a Hogwarts letter, he was surprised when Esen herself decided she didn't want to go. It brought tears to his eyes when he read her neat hand writing on the white muggle paper as she called him 'Grandpa', and in her own words explained that she was happy where she was. It was surprising to Albus to find a child that wasn't interested in magic, he'd visited many times knowing she knew about her father and her abilities expecting questions and never getting any.
Esen was a mystery to him, bright like Severus and passionate like her mother. She'd made him laugh every time he saw her when she was younger with her nurse routine, running around with a old stethoscope and a dirty bandage 'Grandpa' always had a 'owie' that she had to fix. He'd secretly longed to see her pass through Hogwarts pretend for a second that she was really his granddaughter, watch her pass her OWLS with pride. Esen was always going to be a nurse she just had a way with people so unlike her father he could barely string two civil words together.
Burying his head in his hands, he suppressed the unfamiliar urge to cry out in desperation. The 'what if's' swarming his head; what if he'd told Severus would he be able to string two civil words together, what if he'd made the wrong call, what if he'd convinced Mia to send Esen here, What if he'd never interfered in the first place. Leaning his forehead against the cool window pane he looked through his fingers at the night sky hoping it all worked out, for everyone's sake.
Remembering what he had to do tonight he took a deep breath to compose himself and walked briskly to Madam Pomfreys office. Tonight he brought her to the place he'd longed to for years, somewhere where he knew he'd be able to protect her; Hogwarts. It was just a case of explaining this whole mess to Poppy, and that was going to take a while, a while he wasn't sure he had.
"Poppy, is it ok if we have a quick word" She couldn't hide her obvious surprise it was nearly unheard of to see professor Dumbledore after midnight unless it was an emergency. Wiping the sleep out of her eyes she brushed down her robes.
"Professor Dumbledore, How can I help you nothing too serious I hope" Praying none of the students where hurt or the staff for that matter, going though all sorts of scenarios in her head.
"Don't worry Poppy, it's more of a personal favor. I can't go into too many details yet, but I need help healing a 24 year old half-blooded female. For reasons I can't say its not practical for her to go to St Mungos, but she's sustained a lot of physical and mental injuries." Albus said trying to let on as little as possible until Snape decides himself what to tell the other staff.
"Is she an ex-student? Would I know her?" Poppy asked as she started getting sheets out to make up a bed. Albus rubbed his eyes tiredly before answering.
"No Poppy she isn't a ex-student. Just we are going to have to be very careful she's very fragile, she's been though a lot these last 5 months and I don't know how she's going to react." Poppy looked thoughtful for a second before seemingly weighing up whether or not to ask.
"What happened to her, can you give me a brief history so I can sort out the appropriate potions" Poppy was nervous she'd hardly ever seen Professor Dumbledore looking so tense. It was more than enough to set her own nerves on edge. Ablus closed his eyes briefly and rubbed his forehead trying to relieve the mounting headache that was starting to get annoying.
"Esen Cassy is the young woman I'm bringing in for treatment; she was a muggle nurse doing aid work in Africa. 5 months ago was attacked and taken by a rebel group and from what I've gathered been beaten, staved, and maybe raped." Ignoring the shocked look and gasp from Madam Ponfrey he continued unfazed.
"She has a muggle mother, and wizard father I was close to them both. This is as much as I can tell you as yet. I'm going to collect her now so if you can get a space ready." Dumbledore suddenly felt his years as he walked slowly down the corridor, since the letter he got this morning he'd felt so many foreign new emotions that he hadn't ever before. It was strange he'd never had a family really Fawke's and his brother didn't really count, but he felt like Mia really was his Daughter and Esen really was his granddaughter. He'd never felt rage or sadness so greatly than when he read that piece of parchment that said they'd found her after 4 months of searching. He was going to bring her home and it was going to be alright if he can defeat evil wizards and run a world renowned school he could bring his granddaughter home and fix this mess.
Summery-Dumbledore is more involved in Snapes past then anyone ever imagined. Can decisions made 24 years ago be reversed to give three adults the family they desperately crave? (contains original characters)
Snape stormed down the empty corridors his robes billowing out behind him; it was just too much to take in at once. He was sure Mia wasn't going to keep the child they'd fort so hard she accused him of lying, she'd crossed the line and he's snapped. He couldn't forgive himself for striking her or her for saying those things. Young and stupid he'd run from his insecurities, her and their child. Straight into the open arms of Voldermort, in the dark arts they didn't care that he'd hit and abandoned a muggle, they were more upset he hadn't of killed them too.
He reached his destination in record time still lost in his thoughts, opening his office door he sat down heavily on the worn green chair. Immediately he was filled with anger and regrets he suddenly stood up and viciously swiped at the piles of books on his desk sending the leather bound copies flying. The black robes flailing around his pale frame as he released his rage at anything within reach, books, caldrons, half finished potions.
The sounds of glass shattering and the echoes of the loud thuds as things hit the stone floor seemed to add more fuel his fury. Ignoring the physical pain he pounded his fists into the stone wall at the unfairness of the situation. He'd had a daughter for 24 years and never knew it; the only person in the world he'd trusted had hidden it from him. Snape had never felt so betrayed in his life; he'd been lied to by someone he depended on, all because Albus thought he was 'doing the right thing'.
The right thing would have been to tell him, Albus could have told him when he'd given him the job at Hogwarts. Or failing that when her mother was killed, what had they told her about him, was he also dead to her. Kicking the wall in frustration, he again rhythmically beat his fists against the damp cold stone. Finally collapsing in a heap of black, he broke down in anguish, the grief and emotion he'd bottled up for 24 years finally taking its toll, and for the first time in his adult life he cried.
Albus Dumbledore hardly ever had to question his actions, they were usually flawless and he defiantly wasn't used to the feeling of guilt that came with making the wrong decision. Wandering over to the window he looked out at the stars, wishing that he'd made different choices.
Albus had liked Mia she was properly the only muggle he could truly say he respected, she was amazingly strong willed. The day of their first meeting she was a wreck 19 years old in a gap year from university, far from home, alone, and pregnant. He'd expected to organize a termination, but Mia would hear nothing of it. He'd grown to respect her over the years fighting her strict upbringing, even managing to raise a daughter in a place others wouldn't dream of. Even though she was a muggle he found himself wishing that he'd a girl like that as his own daughter.
Though he couldn't say he liked the idea of Esen growing up in various aid camps, he'd visited alot saw the amazing work she was doing and seeing how adjusted the child was he couldn't really fault he decision. On Esens 11th birthday he'd sent a Hogwarts letter, he was surprised when Esen herself decided she didn't want to go. It brought tears to his eyes when he read her neat hand writing on the white muggle paper as she called him 'Grandpa', and in her own words explained that she was happy where she was. It was surprising to Albus to find a child that wasn't interested in magic, he'd visited many times knowing she knew about her father and her abilities expecting questions and never getting any.
Esen was a mystery to him, bright like Severus and passionate like her mother. She'd made him laugh every time he saw her when she was younger with her nurse routine, running around with a old stethoscope and a dirty bandage 'Grandpa' always had a 'owie' that she had to fix. He'd secretly longed to see her pass through Hogwarts pretend for a second that she was really his granddaughter, watch her pass her OWLS with pride. Esen was always going to be a nurse she just had a way with people so unlike her father he could barely string two civil words together.
Burying his head in his hands, he suppressed the unfamiliar urge to cry out in desperation. The 'what if's' swarming his head; what if he'd told Severus would he be able to string two civil words together, what if he'd made the wrong call, what if he'd convinced Mia to send Esen here, What if he'd never interfered in the first place. Leaning his forehead against the cool window pane he looked through his fingers at the night sky hoping it all worked out, for everyone's sake.
Remembering what he had to do tonight he took a deep breath to compose himself and walked briskly to Madam Pomfreys office. Tonight he brought her to the place he'd longed to for years, somewhere where he knew he'd be able to protect her; Hogwarts. It was just a case of explaining this whole mess to Poppy, and that was going to take a while, a while he wasn't sure he had.
"Poppy, is it ok if we have a quick word" She couldn't hide her obvious surprise it was nearly unheard of to see professor Dumbledore after midnight unless it was an emergency. Wiping the sleep out of her eyes she brushed down her robes.
"Professor Dumbledore, How can I help you nothing too serious I hope" Praying none of the students where hurt or the staff for that matter, going though all sorts of scenarios in her head.
"Don't worry Poppy, it's more of a personal favor. I can't go into too many details yet, but I need help healing a 24 year old half-blooded female. For reasons I can't say its not practical for her to go to St Mungos, but she's sustained a lot of physical and mental injuries." Albus said trying to let on as little as possible until Snape decides himself what to tell the other staff.
"Is she an ex-student? Would I know her?" Poppy asked as she started getting sheets out to make up a bed. Albus rubbed his eyes tiredly before answering.
"No Poppy she isn't a ex-student. Just we are going to have to be very careful she's very fragile, she's been though a lot these last 5 months and I don't know how she's going to react." Poppy looked thoughtful for a second before seemingly weighing up whether or not to ask.
"What happened to her, can you give me a brief history so I can sort out the appropriate potions" Poppy was nervous she'd hardly ever seen Professor Dumbledore looking so tense. It was more than enough to set her own nerves on edge. Ablus closed his eyes briefly and rubbed his forehead trying to relieve the mounting headache that was starting to get annoying.
"Esen Cassy is the young woman I'm bringing in for treatment; she was a muggle nurse doing aid work in Africa. 5 months ago was attacked and taken by a rebel group and from what I've gathered been beaten, staved, and maybe raped." Ignoring the shocked look and gasp from Madam Ponfrey he continued unfazed.
"She has a muggle mother, and wizard father I was close to them both. This is as much as I can tell you as yet. I'm going to collect her now so if you can get a space ready." Dumbledore suddenly felt his years as he walked slowly down the corridor, since the letter he got this morning he'd felt so many foreign new emotions that he hadn't ever before. It was strange he'd never had a family really Fawke's and his brother didn't really count, but he felt like Mia really was his Daughter and Esen really was his granddaughter. He'd never felt rage or sadness so greatly than when he read that piece of parchment that said they'd found her after 4 months of searching. He was going to bring her home and it was going to be alright if he can defeat evil wizards and run a world renowned school he could bring his granddaughter home and fix this mess.