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A soft rain played against Snapes window, he had always liked the rain. The smell, the pleasant lack of light that came with it, and most of all the calming sweet song it played when it fell. 'Figures' he thought 'one of the few things that bring you joy, is something that so many seem to hate. That's just you, and you have no one to blame but yourself, you chose this path Severus. New doors have been open because of this, great doors, but not for you, never for you. They need you now more than ever, Potter is getting older, he is becoming more powerful, and the Dark Lord is feeling it. It will be soon Severus' a genuine frown of pain came across his face 'Then what purpose will you serve, you can't work for the Ministry, they would never trust you, you will be Professor Snape, forever, your going to die here Severus, alone, nothing more than a washed up old teacher.' Snapes frown deepened, he knew it was true. His tired looking eyes closed "A light, a small ray of light is all I ask, a small piece of hope that..."
His eyes flew up quickly and his mouth drew shut into the tight lip scowl he was so well known for when the door to his class opened slowly and Hermione stepped in. He could see Potters and Weasleys eyes peer at him at she shut the door behind her.
"Ten points from Gryffindor Miss Granger" he growled staring her down "for not knocking"
Hermione said nothing, not daring to invoke his wrath as she had earlier that day. She could handle detention with the ill tempered, rude, sarcastic, wicked, EVIL....Her face flushed in anger. She had pitied him when she found out more about him in the 5th year, but since then that had drained away, and this took away every bit of pity she had for the snake. 'I hope he falls over and dies, right here in front of me' a smirk spread over her lips.
"You won't be smiling for long Miss Granger" somehow he had made it from his desk to hers without her hearing, and was now looming over her "Over the next 3 days you will be writing a five foot essay on the difference between the Lilly Fire Rose, and the Black Lilly Fire Rose, and if you do not complete this task you will receive 3 more days of detention and a new report to work on, and just so I know you are mot working on this outside my class..."
The look in his eyes were cruel, a small black flame seemed to burn deep inside them as he pulled a gold chain from out of his pocket.
"This Miss Granger will forbid you to lie to me, if I find out that have been working outside of detention, you will receive not 3 days but an entire 2 weeks of detention, and trust me Miss Granger, what I will make you do will be nothing short of a Novel."
Hermione was close to biting through her tongue to keep from saying anything as he placed the chain around her neck.
"Now Miss Granger, are you romantically interested in Ronald Weasley?" He didn't know much about the bushy haired little wench, so it was the only question that came to mind.
Hermione blinked trying hard to keep her mouth closed but it opened and she choked out a soft "Yes". She could see the victorious grin on his face as she pulled the parchment from her back and went to work.
Somehow, she wasn't quite sure how but she had gotten through her first detention with Professor Snape without receiving more. She now stood before the Fat Lady her hand throbbing painfully, she had filled 2 feet of parchment, with one of the most boring subjects she had ever written about.
"Red Imps and Lemon Drops" she muttered and the portrait swung open.
Only a few 4th year were in the common room, huddled up over in the corner laughing and talking. She missed those days, Ron and Harry never wanted to sit and talk like that anymore, their minds were always on something else. Serious things, like the War that was slowly brewing, she only sighed. 'Their right to be worried' she told herself 'but, couldn't they just once go out and explore the castle in Harrys inevitability cloak, forget about all that's going on' She came to her room and pushed the door open and was greeted by room mates who were playing some teen witch game. She was too tired, too depressed to care as she slid into the night dress and into bed 'I wish things were the way they were 7 years ago'
Everything was in a haze, smoke filled every corner of her room. There had to be a fire or something, but that would have been easily put out she thought as she jumped out of bed and out the door. Fire surrounded her in every direction, but through it she could see figures, it was Harry, and something else. She walked closer till the flames came just a foot away from her, burning her skin and eyes. She squinted, Harry was holding his head, backing away slowly from the other person, they were hooded, but still she could feel the hate that dripped from them. She saw the figure extend an arm out quickly and then she watched in horror as Harry fell.
Sweat was dripping from her body, she was still in her bed, safe, but that dream, it seemed to real. She had to talk to Dumbledore.
A soft rain played against Snapes window, he had always liked the rain. The smell, the pleasant lack of light that came with it, and most of all the calming sweet song it played when it fell. 'Figures' he thought 'one of the few things that bring you joy, is something that so many seem to hate. That's just you, and you have no one to blame but yourself, you chose this path Severus. New doors have been open because of this, great doors, but not for you, never for you. They need you now more than ever, Potter is getting older, he is becoming more powerful, and the Dark Lord is feeling it. It will be soon Severus' a genuine frown of pain came across his face 'Then what purpose will you serve, you can't work for the Ministry, they would never trust you, you will be Professor Snape, forever, your going to die here Severus, alone, nothing more than a washed up old teacher.' Snapes frown deepened, he knew it was true. His tired looking eyes closed "A light, a small ray of light is all I ask, a small piece of hope that..."
His eyes flew up quickly and his mouth drew shut into the tight lip scowl he was so well known for when the door to his class opened slowly and Hermione stepped in. He could see Potters and Weasleys eyes peer at him at she shut the door behind her.
"Ten points from Gryffindor Miss Granger" he growled staring her down "for not knocking"
Hermione said nothing, not daring to invoke his wrath as she had earlier that day. She could handle detention with the ill tempered, rude, sarcastic, wicked, EVIL....Her face flushed in anger. She had pitied him when she found out more about him in the 5th year, but since then that had drained away, and this took away every bit of pity she had for the snake. 'I hope he falls over and dies, right here in front of me' a smirk spread over her lips.
"You won't be smiling for long Miss Granger" somehow he had made it from his desk to hers without her hearing, and was now looming over her "Over the next 3 days you will be writing a five foot essay on the difference between the Lilly Fire Rose, and the Black Lilly Fire Rose, and if you do not complete this task you will receive 3 more days of detention and a new report to work on, and just so I know you are mot working on this outside my class..."
The look in his eyes were cruel, a small black flame seemed to burn deep inside them as he pulled a gold chain from out of his pocket.
"This Miss Granger will forbid you to lie to me, if I find out that have been working outside of detention, you will receive not 3 days but an entire 2 weeks of detention, and trust me Miss Granger, what I will make you do will be nothing short of a Novel."
Hermione was close to biting through her tongue to keep from saying anything as he placed the chain around her neck.
"Now Miss Granger, are you romantically interested in Ronald Weasley?" He didn't know much about the bushy haired little wench, so it was the only question that came to mind.
Hermione blinked trying hard to keep her mouth closed but it opened and she choked out a soft "Yes". She could see the victorious grin on his face as she pulled the parchment from her back and went to work.
Somehow, she wasn't quite sure how but she had gotten through her first detention with Professor Snape without receiving more. She now stood before the Fat Lady her hand throbbing painfully, she had filled 2 feet of parchment, with one of the most boring subjects she had ever written about.
"Red Imps and Lemon Drops" she muttered and the portrait swung open.
Only a few 4th year were in the common room, huddled up over in the corner laughing and talking. She missed those days, Ron and Harry never wanted to sit and talk like that anymore, their minds were always on something else. Serious things, like the War that was slowly brewing, she only sighed. 'Their right to be worried' she told herself 'but, couldn't they just once go out and explore the castle in Harrys inevitability cloak, forget about all that's going on' She came to her room and pushed the door open and was greeted by room mates who were playing some teen witch game. She was too tired, too depressed to care as she slid into the night dress and into bed 'I wish things were the way they were 7 years ago'
Everything was in a haze, smoke filled every corner of her room. There had to be a fire or something, but that would have been easily put out she thought as she jumped out of bed and out the door. Fire surrounded her in every direction, but through it she could see figures, it was Harry, and something else. She walked closer till the flames came just a foot away from her, burning her skin and eyes. She squinted, Harry was holding his head, backing away slowly from the other person, they were hooded, but still she could feel the hate that dripped from them. She saw the figure extend an arm out quickly and then she watched in horror as Harry fell.
Sweat was dripping from her body, she was still in her bed, safe, but that dream, it seemed to real. She had to talk to Dumbledore.