Memories From Long Ago

Rating: PG 13

Summery: Snape's bedtime story lead into old memories long forgotten.

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"Lets see. It was along time ago. I was a teacher at Hogwarts, your Godfather, Dumbledore, was the headmaster at that time, and took me in when I was at my worst and had me teach Potions. There were three students that I particulary didn't like, and were like a thorn in my side for six years. It was the seventh year for all of them, and I knew the last year that I would be teaching at my beloved Hogwarts. The students names were Harry Potter, Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger."

*Flashback*

"Miss Granger if you insist upon muttering the instructions to your counterparts, when I have told you explicitly not to, I will be forced to give you detention, and 20 points from Gryffindor."

With black robes billowing behind him, Severus Snape glided down between the rows of the students work benches.

Another day and his arm was perpetualy hurting. Voldemort was excited about something, and he would bet his life that there was going to be a meeting tonight. After his classes were over he would be quick about dinner and then he would go back to his quaters to wait. He had been fortunet about not getting caught. Severus realised that there was a point when he would eventualy get figured out, he just hoped that he would have been a sevice enough to the Order before that happened.

He noticed the time and with a distaind sigh he called to his students.

"By now you should have all finnished your strength potions. Bottle and lable them, then bring them up to my desk. We will be testing them tomorrow. I strongly sugest that you are on time."

Severus sat down at his desk and closed his eyes listening to the frantic scrabling, slamming of bottles on his desk and the slamming of the door as the last student filtered out. Or so he thought when he heard a slight cough, which he admitted scared him remembering that horrible Umbridge woman from two years ago.

He groned inwardly and opened his eyes to the Granger girl before him. She wasn't so much a girl anymore he noticed. She had grown, that was true. He even admitted that she might be pretty if she wasn't always carrying twenty pounds of books around on her back. He smiled to himself realising that when she grew old, she would look like an old crone out of a feiry tale. A hunched back and wild frizzy grey hair.

He noticed that Granger seemed to be nevouse and started shifting back and forth. "Miss Granger, would you stop figiting and tell me what you want. Or would you prefer that I get the house elfs to bring our lunch hear."

"I'm sorry Professor. I was wondering when you wanted me for detention tonight." Hermione glanced down at her lofers, wishing on everything good, that he didn't have this affect on her. No matter how calm, or decicive and collected she was, he maged to break her, he had this look that made her feel like she was laying face up naked in a mud puddle.

Severus took this chance to study her as she was staring at her shoes. He senced a maturity in her, she seemed like she knew what she wanted and where she was going. He could see this more promenetly than any of the other students. He also knew she was smart, everyone knew that. But he liked this in her, if he liked anything at all. She caught on quick, and she did seem to reign some kind of controle over her friends. He respected that.

"Seven O'Clock. And I expect you to be on time."

Hermione nodded. "Yes Professor. I'll try and be prompt"

With that Severus watched as briskly walked out the door.