Author's note: You know I've been in Chemistry for too long when I said
'Boyle and Goyle' instead of 'Crabbe and Goyle' See? I'm not perfect. Also,
because this is the 'bad ending' , some of your lovable characters might be
dead. Sorry! I promise I'll make a 'good ending' story (not).
She had traveled for days. To London to Portsmouth to Bath to Bristol to Birmingham to Leicester. The various Muggles Hermione had encountered amazed her. How much they resembled her former Allies at Hogwarts! In London, she ran into a set of red-haired, be freckled triplets. For a split second, Hermione was close to calling out Fred and George Weasley's names until she realized that they were killed by four Death Eaters. From Portsmouth to Bath, she had seen shadows of Padma and Parvati Patil, two of her closest friends. True, she was a small bit jealous that Parvati was the one Harry loved first (aside from Cho, whom she greatly despised), but Parvati was like a sister to her. Hermione tried to get it out of her head that her friends were not dead when they were. In Leicester, Hermione began running towards a man who slightly resembled her beloved Harry until she realized that his eyes were gray and not green.
Finally stopping outside of Manchester, Hermione entered a tavern vaguely resembling Three Broomsticks. In a way, Three Broomsticks was where she and Harry had their first date. However, at the time they were only thirteen and their feelings weren't the most important thing on their minds. Though Hermione just loved to gaze into Harry's eyes whenever he talked; it was full of honesty, of innocence, and of bravery. If only she had told him earlier how she felt about him, he wouldn't have chased Cho or Parvati, he wouldn't even turn his head to Ginny! They appeared to be fools, nothing but foolish children who didn't know what lied ahead of them. Death, Lust, Greed, Betrayal, Defiance- words that were foreign to them before their sixth year.
Sitting down at a booth, Hermione looked around the tavern. Nothing but Muggles, all carefree and not at all worried about how lucky they were to live. Had not Harry had unleashed that weapon on Voldemort in time, they would all have become his slaves or tortured to death. They didn't know who had suffered for their lives! But soon they will- and they will love him and create a shrine for Harry Potter. They had to- it was the only way she could rest in peace.
At this, a waitress walked by Hermione's booth and placed a glass down on the table. Hermione blinked.
"I didn't order this," Hermione stated.
"No, but a man over there did," The waitress replied, "You look lost, what is your name?"
"It's Her"- Hermione started then shook her head, "Hannah. Hannah McGregory. I used to live in London, but I needed sometime to myself."
"Ah, I quite understand," The waitress said as she sat down in the booth across from Hermione, "My name is Sera. Sera Fischer. I remembered when I was in Ipswich how much I craved the city life. Then I moved into a flat in London and realized that it wasn't for me. At least London. Manchester, on the other hand, isn't as bad as London and is very modern with a tinge of the past. So, what made you leave your home? A beau? A mate?"
"A mate of mine was killed." Hermione whispered, "I had to start over."
"Oh," Sera said, "Well, if you ask me, the best remedy to forget about the death of a loved one is to read a book. And as embarrassed as I am, I must admit, I've been reading children's books."
"Huh?" Hermione asked. "Well, I suppose so, because they all have happy endings. Which children's book are you reading?"
"Oh, this new series by our type of author, J.K. Rowling. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone . I've also read her second one, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets . She's close to releasing her third one, I wish I knew the title of it, but it doesn't matter. I mean, in comparison to his life and struggles, ours is nothing, right?" Sera asked as Hermione gulped. She was talking about Harry as if he was alive. She said that she believed that this series would end in a happy ending. If only!
"Yeah," Hermione muttered as she sipped from the glass; it was very bitter to her lips and salty in her throat, "I guess no one could come close to the struggles Harry Potter had to deal with." It was then she noticed that she had mentioned Harry Potter as if he was real. In Sera's mind-like the entire world-Harry Potter was nothing more than a figment of Joanne's imagination. But one day, everyone would realize that Harry Potter was real, because at the end he would die.
"So," Sera asked, "Who is your favorite character? I know this is silly, but no one comes here this late in the day, so we have all the time to talk. You know, mine would have to be Hermione Granger. She has this feisty attitude and is very persistent. However, I do believe she does have a small crush on Snape, for when he speaks to her, she turns pink."
Severus Snape. Her first crush and her worst nightmare.
"Potter!" Snape said suddenly, "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Hermione raised her hand, 'Notice me...call on me...please...'
"I don't know sir," Harry muttered.
"Tut, tut-fame clearly isn't everything. Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" 'Snape, forget about him, call on me!'
"I don't know, sir." Harry replied.
"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" Snape asked, "What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" 'Why won't you look at me?'
"I don't know," Harry said quietly, "I think Hermione does, thought, why don't you try her?" Laughter from both Gryffindor and Slytherin filled the air; Gryffindor for Harry's narrow escape, and Slytherin for defying Snape.
"Sit down." Snape snapped at Hermione. It was his first command that she had obeyed. But it was not that last.
-Seventh year-
"Hermione, you are a good pupil," Snape whispered in her ear as she was preparing an intricate concoction; she knew that Snape was doing this to throw her off, he had explained it last year in N.E.W.T. Potions. 'For true alchemists, they must deal with people talking to them while preparing their potions : their lives, their problems. This is practice so that you won't mess up when you are asked questions during your exam.' Therefore, Hermione continued to clue Snape out of her ear.
"We are all given special jobs and talents to do in our life," Snape stated, "You know mine-and let me tell you Hermione it was not easy. I was just like you in those days : studying like mad so that I could go out into the world and make a name for myself. And I had friends-and enemies- but magic fascinated me more than people. When I had realized that the Dark Lord was somewhat like myself, I decided to join his ranks. I thought he would be a better mentor than Dumbledore or my old Potions master. However, there is a clear, distinct difference between you, Voldemort, and myself: you can turn all of your studying away. You can forget that you are a witch and blend in with Muggle society. You have that choice, and you always will." At this, Hermione had stopped stirring and poured some into a small flask and corked it.
"Professor..."Hermione whispered, "We all have that choice. We are human beings." Severus Snape took the flask and shook his head.
"If only you knew, Granger, about how purebloods are slaves to magic."
"In my opinion," Hermione whispered, "She wanted to understand Snape and why he risked his life for Dumbledore and betrayed Voldemort. I think Professor Snape is a very complex character, one everyone wants to know but never really find out."
"How deep you are, Hannah," Sera said after a while, "Say, Hannah, do you have a resting place?"
"Afraid not." Hermione replied, "All my luggage is in this sac."
"Well then," Sera concluded, "You can stay in my loft for a little while. I have an extra room for times like these, and you seem pretty tired." Hermione smiled.
"Thanks, Sera." Her eyes drifted off as her body moved from the booth. All she could remember was Severus gripping her arms before confronting Voldemort.
"You don't have to do this, Granger!" He barked, "You can turn away and not be ashamed at all! Muggles are sometimes envied by purebloods because they managed to get away! You still have one last chance! Please, Hermione..." Snape whispered, "If not for me, at least for Potter."
"Professor..."Hermione's voice drifted off into the still night.
Mmm...definitely did not plan to add an original character. Okay, so Sera is my character, she's an outsider, trying to delve in. Next up, a news article? And by the way, for all you HG/SS haters, I don't think they had a 'real' relationship, more like a 'father-daughter' one. But the possibilities are endless.
She had traveled for days. To London to Portsmouth to Bath to Bristol to Birmingham to Leicester. The various Muggles Hermione had encountered amazed her. How much they resembled her former Allies at Hogwarts! In London, she ran into a set of red-haired, be freckled triplets. For a split second, Hermione was close to calling out Fred and George Weasley's names until she realized that they were killed by four Death Eaters. From Portsmouth to Bath, she had seen shadows of Padma and Parvati Patil, two of her closest friends. True, she was a small bit jealous that Parvati was the one Harry loved first (aside from Cho, whom she greatly despised), but Parvati was like a sister to her. Hermione tried to get it out of her head that her friends were not dead when they were. In Leicester, Hermione began running towards a man who slightly resembled her beloved Harry until she realized that his eyes were gray and not green.
Finally stopping outside of Manchester, Hermione entered a tavern vaguely resembling Three Broomsticks. In a way, Three Broomsticks was where she and Harry had their first date. However, at the time they were only thirteen and their feelings weren't the most important thing on their minds. Though Hermione just loved to gaze into Harry's eyes whenever he talked; it was full of honesty, of innocence, and of bravery. If only she had told him earlier how she felt about him, he wouldn't have chased Cho or Parvati, he wouldn't even turn his head to Ginny! They appeared to be fools, nothing but foolish children who didn't know what lied ahead of them. Death, Lust, Greed, Betrayal, Defiance- words that were foreign to them before their sixth year.
Sitting down at a booth, Hermione looked around the tavern. Nothing but Muggles, all carefree and not at all worried about how lucky they were to live. Had not Harry had unleashed that weapon on Voldemort in time, they would all have become his slaves or tortured to death. They didn't know who had suffered for their lives! But soon they will- and they will love him and create a shrine for Harry Potter. They had to- it was the only way she could rest in peace.
At this, a waitress walked by Hermione's booth and placed a glass down on the table. Hermione blinked.
"I didn't order this," Hermione stated.
"No, but a man over there did," The waitress replied, "You look lost, what is your name?"
"It's Her"- Hermione started then shook her head, "Hannah. Hannah McGregory. I used to live in London, but I needed sometime to myself."
"Ah, I quite understand," The waitress said as she sat down in the booth across from Hermione, "My name is Sera. Sera Fischer. I remembered when I was in Ipswich how much I craved the city life. Then I moved into a flat in London and realized that it wasn't for me. At least London. Manchester, on the other hand, isn't as bad as London and is very modern with a tinge of the past. So, what made you leave your home? A beau? A mate?"
"A mate of mine was killed." Hermione whispered, "I had to start over."
"Oh," Sera said, "Well, if you ask me, the best remedy to forget about the death of a loved one is to read a book. And as embarrassed as I am, I must admit, I've been reading children's books."
"Huh?" Hermione asked. "Well, I suppose so, because they all have happy endings. Which children's book are you reading?"
"Oh, this new series by our type of author, J.K. Rowling. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone . I've also read her second one, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets . She's close to releasing her third one, I wish I knew the title of it, but it doesn't matter. I mean, in comparison to his life and struggles, ours is nothing, right?" Sera asked as Hermione gulped. She was talking about Harry as if he was alive. She said that she believed that this series would end in a happy ending. If only!
"Yeah," Hermione muttered as she sipped from the glass; it was very bitter to her lips and salty in her throat, "I guess no one could come close to the struggles Harry Potter had to deal with." It was then she noticed that she had mentioned Harry Potter as if he was real. In Sera's mind-like the entire world-Harry Potter was nothing more than a figment of Joanne's imagination. But one day, everyone would realize that Harry Potter was real, because at the end he would die.
"So," Sera asked, "Who is your favorite character? I know this is silly, but no one comes here this late in the day, so we have all the time to talk. You know, mine would have to be Hermione Granger. She has this feisty attitude and is very persistent. However, I do believe she does have a small crush on Snape, for when he speaks to her, she turns pink."
Severus Snape. Her first crush and her worst nightmare.
"Potter!" Snape said suddenly, "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Hermione raised her hand, 'Notice me...call on me...please...'
"I don't know sir," Harry muttered.
"Tut, tut-fame clearly isn't everything. Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" 'Snape, forget about him, call on me!'
"I don't know, sir." Harry replied.
"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" Snape asked, "What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" 'Why won't you look at me?'
"I don't know," Harry said quietly, "I think Hermione does, thought, why don't you try her?" Laughter from both Gryffindor and Slytherin filled the air; Gryffindor for Harry's narrow escape, and Slytherin for defying Snape.
"Sit down." Snape snapped at Hermione. It was his first command that she had obeyed. But it was not that last.
-Seventh year-
"Hermione, you are a good pupil," Snape whispered in her ear as she was preparing an intricate concoction; she knew that Snape was doing this to throw her off, he had explained it last year in N.E.W.T. Potions. 'For true alchemists, they must deal with people talking to them while preparing their potions : their lives, their problems. This is practice so that you won't mess up when you are asked questions during your exam.' Therefore, Hermione continued to clue Snape out of her ear.
"We are all given special jobs and talents to do in our life," Snape stated, "You know mine-and let me tell you Hermione it was not easy. I was just like you in those days : studying like mad so that I could go out into the world and make a name for myself. And I had friends-and enemies- but magic fascinated me more than people. When I had realized that the Dark Lord was somewhat like myself, I decided to join his ranks. I thought he would be a better mentor than Dumbledore or my old Potions master. However, there is a clear, distinct difference between you, Voldemort, and myself: you can turn all of your studying away. You can forget that you are a witch and blend in with Muggle society. You have that choice, and you always will." At this, Hermione had stopped stirring and poured some into a small flask and corked it.
"Professor..."Hermione whispered, "We all have that choice. We are human beings." Severus Snape took the flask and shook his head.
"If only you knew, Granger, about how purebloods are slaves to magic."
"In my opinion," Hermione whispered, "She wanted to understand Snape and why he risked his life for Dumbledore and betrayed Voldemort. I think Professor Snape is a very complex character, one everyone wants to know but never really find out."
"How deep you are, Hannah," Sera said after a while, "Say, Hannah, do you have a resting place?"
"Afraid not." Hermione replied, "All my luggage is in this sac."
"Well then," Sera concluded, "You can stay in my loft for a little while. I have an extra room for times like these, and you seem pretty tired." Hermione smiled.
"Thanks, Sera." Her eyes drifted off as her body moved from the booth. All she could remember was Severus gripping her arms before confronting Voldemort.
"You don't have to do this, Granger!" He barked, "You can turn away and not be ashamed at all! Muggles are sometimes envied by purebloods because they managed to get away! You still have one last chance! Please, Hermione..." Snape whispered, "If not for me, at least for Potter."
"Professor..."Hermione's voice drifted off into the still night.
Mmm...definitely did not plan to add an original character. Okay, so Sera is my character, she's an outsider, trying to delve in. Next up, a news article? And by the way, for all you HG/SS haters, I don't think they had a 'real' relationship, more like a 'father-daughter' one. But the possibilities are endless.