A/N: The Queen of Ravenclaw hereby decrees that all uncapitalized Death
Eaters shall be banished in this and future chapters! Thanks Aindel!
Sorry, watched 'The Prince And Me' at the dollar theatre today. Thankies
and cookies to all my new little review bunnies: silentcobra and
elvinscarf! Double cookies and a brownie go to all returning reviewers!!!
P.S. Snape might be acting a bit OOC but just think of it as him showing
his real self behind the cold classroom mask.
Chapter Three:
This news stunned Hermione better than a spell, or even the Draught of Living Death. All the time she was fighting Voldemort she felt that he couldn't touch her or her family. She mentally slapped herself. No muggle or muggleborn had immunity from Voldemort, and not many muggles returned from his snake-like coils.
As Albus Dumbledore flooed someone, she closed her eyes and thought of all the times her parents had been there for her. She was so scared the first day of school, so her father walked in with her and helped her make her first friend. At her first flute concert, Hermione's mother brought her flowers and helped calm her jittery stomach.
They had helped her so many times, and what had she done in return? Run off without them to some school in rural Scotland! Unconsciously a tear squeezed itself out of her clenched eyelids and meandered down her cheek lazily. She felt a gentle hand wipe it off and immediately thanked them from her drilled-in manners, another thing her mother gave her.
Still not opening her eyes, she slumped down upon the man standing in front of her and began to sob unrestrainedly into his robes, under the impression that he was Dumbledore.
Severus Snape was reading 'Potions Today,' a very interesting article about antidotes, when Dumbledore's head appeared in the fireplace. Snape looked up at the headmaster through the crackling flames and said, "Careful, Albus. Your beard's getting sooty."
Professor Dumbledore pulled his beard back out of the offending mess, cleared his throat, and began speaking. "Thank you, Severus, but I come to you under a pressing circumstance, flying in the face of soiled facial hair. I told Miss Granger of the news you brought from the last meeting. You'd better come explain further. In keeping with recent events, she has the right to know. Are you sure you don't know where her parents are?"
Snape pinched the bridge of his nose, sensing the impending migraine. He wearily said, "For the last time, Albus, I have no idea. I'll be right there."
Dumbledore's head disappeared from the grate, and Snape followed. As he stepped out of the fireplace, he noticed the Granger girl was crying. He felt so bad for her then, knowing what it felt like to have his own parents taken by Voldemort. The only reason he was so hard on her in class was that Voldemort would get suspicious if he started handing out candy to Gryffindor muggleborns.
Snape decided that nobody would know if he comforted her a bit, because they were, as Dumbledore said, under pressing circumstances. He gently brushed the tear away, and nearly pulled away as the distraught young witch hugged him and bawled.
It had been so long since Severus comforted someone, he had almost forgotten how. He awkwardly patted her on the head until she calmed down.
Chapter Three:
This news stunned Hermione better than a spell, or even the Draught of Living Death. All the time she was fighting Voldemort she felt that he couldn't touch her or her family. She mentally slapped herself. No muggle or muggleborn had immunity from Voldemort, and not many muggles returned from his snake-like coils.
As Albus Dumbledore flooed someone, she closed her eyes and thought of all the times her parents had been there for her. She was so scared the first day of school, so her father walked in with her and helped her make her first friend. At her first flute concert, Hermione's mother brought her flowers and helped calm her jittery stomach.
They had helped her so many times, and what had she done in return? Run off without them to some school in rural Scotland! Unconsciously a tear squeezed itself out of her clenched eyelids and meandered down her cheek lazily. She felt a gentle hand wipe it off and immediately thanked them from her drilled-in manners, another thing her mother gave her.
Still not opening her eyes, she slumped down upon the man standing in front of her and began to sob unrestrainedly into his robes, under the impression that he was Dumbledore.
Severus Snape was reading 'Potions Today,' a very interesting article about antidotes, when Dumbledore's head appeared in the fireplace. Snape looked up at the headmaster through the crackling flames and said, "Careful, Albus. Your beard's getting sooty."
Professor Dumbledore pulled his beard back out of the offending mess, cleared his throat, and began speaking. "Thank you, Severus, but I come to you under a pressing circumstance, flying in the face of soiled facial hair. I told Miss Granger of the news you brought from the last meeting. You'd better come explain further. In keeping with recent events, she has the right to know. Are you sure you don't know where her parents are?"
Snape pinched the bridge of his nose, sensing the impending migraine. He wearily said, "For the last time, Albus, I have no idea. I'll be right there."
Dumbledore's head disappeared from the grate, and Snape followed. As he stepped out of the fireplace, he noticed the Granger girl was crying. He felt so bad for her then, knowing what it felt like to have his own parents taken by Voldemort. The only reason he was so hard on her in class was that Voldemort would get suspicious if he started handing out candy to Gryffindor muggleborns.
Snape decided that nobody would know if he comforted her a bit, because they were, as Dumbledore said, under pressing circumstances. He gently brushed the tear away, and nearly pulled away as the distraught young witch hugged him and bawled.
It had been so long since Severus comforted someone, he had almost forgotten how. He awkwardly patted her on the head until she calmed down.