SORRY IF THIS CHAPTER IS A BIT OUT OF THE BLUE, BUT THERE IS A LOT OF
THINGS I NEED TO SET UP BEFORE THE FIREWORKS START TO HAPPEN, KEEP YOUR
EYES OUT FOR THE NEXT TWO CHAPTERS, THERE GOING TO BE BIG (NOT IN A
ROMANTIC WAY, JUST YET BUT YOU'LL SEE WHAT IM GETTING AT, IN THE END.
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It was the first day of December at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry, on a bright and cold Saturday morning. The school seemed to take on a new face. The sent of pine and garlen floated through the cold stone hall ways up to greet the noses of those students whom had finally come awake.
Every one in the vaccinate of the school grounds could feel it in there bones and in there souls.
Christmas was here!
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Hermione Granger gave out a long over exaggerated yawn, stretching her arms as she squinted her eyes at the bright winter sunshine that invaded her rooms. She gave the world a smile as she threw away her bed covers and stood out of bed warring her checkered flannel boxer shorts and a fitting gray strap top. Her feet flinched as they touched the cold stone floor of the Castle.
Jumping back on the bed to escape the cold she pulled out her wand and grabbed a pencil off of her nightstand. With a quick charm she transfigured the pencil into a pair of fluffy black sheep wool slippers. Placing them on her feet, she turned to check her clock.
" Hmmm.. 6:30.. Oh well not to bad for a Saturday." She mussed.
Getting of her bed, more successfully then before she walked into the bath room to the left of her bed and looked into the mirror, for the first time since her mark had burned. She mussed for a moment that it hadn't called her in almost three weeks since before the dueling tournament had begun.
She gasped at what she saw. No longer was there a girl standing in front of her, but a woman. Gone was the last of her chubby cheeks or frayed hair. Now her face was thinner, and more defined showing a strong but not over exaggerated jaw line, her hair was now more curly then frayed, and instead of a sun bleached cross with a muggy brow it was a dark solid oak color.
Smiling at this she began to clear her self up, teeth and bathing, all the essentials for the morning.
Grabbing her dark emerald green house coat she threw it over her self after her cleaning and headed down to the Slytherin common room.
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Opening the portrait into the Slytherin Common room, Hermione held her breath. Although yesterday she had gained the approval of the whole house she still wasn't sure if it was safe to travel through the house alone. After all, people change on a day to day basis. Would they forget that yesterday she had proven to be just as competent with magic as the purest of pureblooded wizards?
Looking out into the common room she was surprised to see that no one was there. Probably still asleep she thought to her self. Stepping out of the portrait hole she glanced around and walked towards the fireplace, that apron her approach burst into a merry flame.
Standing in front of it she looked at the mantel, there were candles and ornaments like every other house, and a portrait of its founder was hanging above it.
The portrait of Salazar Slytherin sneered down at her, making her feel pathetic and small. Much like...Snape had done when she was his student.
To think that this whole thing could have been stopped, Tom Riddle would have never become Voldmort, had it not been for this man. This cruel looking, brilliant minded man with more prejudices then even the most fascist man.
Had he planed this, had he know what his great great.grand child would do to the world? The paintings eyes droned into her own, looking away so that the disgusting thing couldn't read her mind she noticed that on the floor by the fire place was a long piece of Charcoal, rich and black from the heated flame before it.
Making sure that the room was empty she bent down and picked up the long stick of condensed ash, rolling in her hand she walked over to one of the many desks in the room and pulled a piece of parchment from it.
Walking back to the fire she placed the piece of parchment on the ground, wrapping her green house robe around her she sat before it.
And began to draw.
At first the lines held no shape or form, she just watched as her hand flowed across the paper. Not caring what was formed on the parchment.
After a few moments she looked at it.
On the parchment etched in ash were the Gryffindor Lion and the Slytherin Snake. The Snake had its body wrapped around the lion's and the lion had the Snakes gripped in a vice between its paws.
A dead lock.
" Very twisted representation of a very twisted feud Granger." Came a familiar deep voice.
She turned and locked eyes with a very tossed and semi- un awake Severus Snape.
She smirked up at him. " What can I say, I must be a very twisted person."
Snape just raised his bushy eyebrows at her, and looked back at the picture. While he was looking at it Hermione could help but notice that one of the things that was different from this Snape and the Snape in the future was that this one didn't have a crooked nose. It was still long and hooked like a bird of prey, but it wasn't gnarled in the middle like it had been or would be.
The incident that involved that must not have happened yet..
Snape looked up suddenly and saw her studding him, she raised her eye brows at him and tried to fight back a blush looking away to try and find some excuse to get away from this.
Snape was about to say something when Hermione gasped and jumped up from where she was sitting.
"Oh My God!" she yelled.
Snape jumped to his feet expecting something to fling its self at them.
"WHAT?" he asked in alarm.
Hermione walked slowly over to one of the large glass windows in the common room and looked out onto the grounds. Snape followed.
"Whats wrong Granger?" Snape inquired.
Hermione turned to him, her eyes shone with what appeared to be tears, she was fighting with all of her might to hold them back.
" It's the first snow fall of the year." she whispered. Turning back to the window and watched.
Snape looked out onto the grounds and saw thousands of tiny, unique snowflakes floating softly towards the earth. The sky had turned a peaceful gray color and the green of the grass was slowly being covered.
His attention turned back to Hermione, She seemed to be holding back tears, now that he was closer her could see that her eyes were becoming a slight pinkish color around the whites.
For some sardonic reason he actually cared why.
"Whats wrong Granger?" He whispered in her ear.
Hermione just stared on. Two things were going through her mind at once. One was the night that she lost everything that had ever mattered to her. It had been snowing.. She didn't know why but it bothered her that it was now. She was almost afraid that everything now would be lost to her same as before.
The second was that every year since she could remember in her time at Hogwarts she had always gone down onto the Hogwarts grounds to watch the first snow fall with Harry and Ron, they had truly been the best of friends.Yesterday she had told her self that it didn't bother her that she had made new friends in truth it didn't, what did matter to her was the fact that she loved the old more than anything in the world.
She couldn't break tradition.
Turning to Snape she watched his features contort with confusion. With out thinking she grabbed one of his spidery long hands and ran, dragging his disgruntled morning form with her. Out of the common room, down the cold winding corridors, and to the entrance hall. Toughing open the two great oak doors she dragged him out into the outside world.
Letting go of his hand she walked down the long steps onto the grounds. Marveling at the feeling of freedom of the snowflakes as then fell into her hair, and onto her house robe.
Snape watched in aww as the strange girl spun around with her eyes closed, tears streaming down her face. For once in his life he truly did not know what to do. Here before him was a person who had no prejudices, no hatred towards other houses, or people.
She was so different from every other creature he had ever come across.
He could see why he wanted her.
"Snape?" Hermione called, finally coming out of her daze.
" What do you want Granger?" came his short reply.
Hermione gave him a searching look and then just shrugged her shoulders. " Nothing I just wanted to know if you wanted to come watch the snow with me."
"I can see if just fine where I'm Granger" he snapped, not liking the fact that he was out side in his pajama's.
She gave him a smile and he felt his insides twist with some unfamiliar feeling. " Not afraid of a little cold are you?"
He hated that, how she challenged him, baited him, played with his mind. She knew how it affected him and played it to the full.
" No Im not Granger I just don't enjoy freezing my toes in the snow until they become a rather interesting shade of purple." He said looking down at his bare long feet.
" Are you not a Wizard Snape?" she said turning to face him, the wind blowing her house robe back, like a cape.
Snape glared at her. " Yes I'm but I don't see where you're taking this!"
" You do have magic do you not, make your self a pair of slippers or shoes." She chided.
" I detest foolish wand waving!" He spat.
Hermione just about fell on her bum, reality check! This really was SNAPE! She could see his future self in him; he had said something very similar to those years ago when she had first come to his potion class. I was amazing how things came back to bite you in the bum.
So this was Snape....
During her daze into her memories she failed to notice that the dark figure of Severus Snape descended from the entrance stairs to where she stood foot deep in new power soft snow, to her side looking on over the heavenly looking grounds of Hogwarts.
She noticed his presents beside her from the wisps of his breath as it hit the cool morning air and formed a vapor.
She looked up at her "friend" his pale face was gaurded by a light wave of long raven feathered hair, she could faintly make out his rich coal black eyes. His attention was fully focused so she thought on the scene before them.
All the magic of Hogwarts was nothing compared to what they were witnessing at this moment.
" Who are you Granger?" Severus finally spoke.
The question caught her off guard, making her look quizzically at him with her chocolate brown eyes.
" What's that supposed to mean?" she inquired.
Snape turned to her and gave her a searching look. " Exactly what I said, who are you?"
What was he playing at, what was that supposed to mean, was it a trick question? She decided to give the only answer she could give to this very odd boy.
"I'm me"
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After another fifteen minutes, Hermione lets the front grounds and headed back to the castle. Snape watched her as she left. Just as she had turned from the place were they were both standing now knee deep in the snow a gust of wind picked up. Blowing the think green house robe from Hermione's shoulders.
He almost did a double take at what he saw on her arm.
It had to have been a mistake, he just needed more sleep, how could that possibly have been there. It couldn't be. If so how did she get it?
He convinced him self at the end that it was an illusion, as he watched Hermione leave to the castle.
It couldn't be..... Not the dark mark?
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It was the first day of December at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry, on a bright and cold Saturday morning. The school seemed to take on a new face. The sent of pine and garlen floated through the cold stone hall ways up to greet the noses of those students whom had finally come awake.
Every one in the vaccinate of the school grounds could feel it in there bones and in there souls.
Christmas was here!
~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~
Hermione Granger gave out a long over exaggerated yawn, stretching her arms as she squinted her eyes at the bright winter sunshine that invaded her rooms. She gave the world a smile as she threw away her bed covers and stood out of bed warring her checkered flannel boxer shorts and a fitting gray strap top. Her feet flinched as they touched the cold stone floor of the Castle.
Jumping back on the bed to escape the cold she pulled out her wand and grabbed a pencil off of her nightstand. With a quick charm she transfigured the pencil into a pair of fluffy black sheep wool slippers. Placing them on her feet, she turned to check her clock.
" Hmmm.. 6:30.. Oh well not to bad for a Saturday." She mussed.
Getting of her bed, more successfully then before she walked into the bath room to the left of her bed and looked into the mirror, for the first time since her mark had burned. She mussed for a moment that it hadn't called her in almost three weeks since before the dueling tournament had begun.
She gasped at what she saw. No longer was there a girl standing in front of her, but a woman. Gone was the last of her chubby cheeks or frayed hair. Now her face was thinner, and more defined showing a strong but not over exaggerated jaw line, her hair was now more curly then frayed, and instead of a sun bleached cross with a muggy brow it was a dark solid oak color.
Smiling at this she began to clear her self up, teeth and bathing, all the essentials for the morning.
Grabbing her dark emerald green house coat she threw it over her self after her cleaning and headed down to the Slytherin common room.
~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~
Opening the portrait into the Slytherin Common room, Hermione held her breath. Although yesterday she had gained the approval of the whole house she still wasn't sure if it was safe to travel through the house alone. After all, people change on a day to day basis. Would they forget that yesterday she had proven to be just as competent with magic as the purest of pureblooded wizards?
Looking out into the common room she was surprised to see that no one was there. Probably still asleep she thought to her self. Stepping out of the portrait hole she glanced around and walked towards the fireplace, that apron her approach burst into a merry flame.
Standing in front of it she looked at the mantel, there were candles and ornaments like every other house, and a portrait of its founder was hanging above it.
The portrait of Salazar Slytherin sneered down at her, making her feel pathetic and small. Much like...Snape had done when she was his student.
To think that this whole thing could have been stopped, Tom Riddle would have never become Voldmort, had it not been for this man. This cruel looking, brilliant minded man with more prejudices then even the most fascist man.
Had he planed this, had he know what his great great.grand child would do to the world? The paintings eyes droned into her own, looking away so that the disgusting thing couldn't read her mind she noticed that on the floor by the fire place was a long piece of Charcoal, rich and black from the heated flame before it.
Making sure that the room was empty she bent down and picked up the long stick of condensed ash, rolling in her hand she walked over to one of the many desks in the room and pulled a piece of parchment from it.
Walking back to the fire she placed the piece of parchment on the ground, wrapping her green house robe around her she sat before it.
And began to draw.
At first the lines held no shape or form, she just watched as her hand flowed across the paper. Not caring what was formed on the parchment.
After a few moments she looked at it.
On the parchment etched in ash were the Gryffindor Lion and the Slytherin Snake. The Snake had its body wrapped around the lion's and the lion had the Snakes gripped in a vice between its paws.
A dead lock.
" Very twisted representation of a very twisted feud Granger." Came a familiar deep voice.
She turned and locked eyes with a very tossed and semi- un awake Severus Snape.
She smirked up at him. " What can I say, I must be a very twisted person."
Snape just raised his bushy eyebrows at her, and looked back at the picture. While he was looking at it Hermione could help but notice that one of the things that was different from this Snape and the Snape in the future was that this one didn't have a crooked nose. It was still long and hooked like a bird of prey, but it wasn't gnarled in the middle like it had been or would be.
The incident that involved that must not have happened yet..
Snape looked up suddenly and saw her studding him, she raised her eye brows at him and tried to fight back a blush looking away to try and find some excuse to get away from this.
Snape was about to say something when Hermione gasped and jumped up from where she was sitting.
"Oh My God!" she yelled.
Snape jumped to his feet expecting something to fling its self at them.
"WHAT?" he asked in alarm.
Hermione walked slowly over to one of the large glass windows in the common room and looked out onto the grounds. Snape followed.
"Whats wrong Granger?" Snape inquired.
Hermione turned to him, her eyes shone with what appeared to be tears, she was fighting with all of her might to hold them back.
" It's the first snow fall of the year." she whispered. Turning back to the window and watched.
Snape looked out onto the grounds and saw thousands of tiny, unique snowflakes floating softly towards the earth. The sky had turned a peaceful gray color and the green of the grass was slowly being covered.
His attention turned back to Hermione, She seemed to be holding back tears, now that he was closer her could see that her eyes were becoming a slight pinkish color around the whites.
For some sardonic reason he actually cared why.
"Whats wrong Granger?" He whispered in her ear.
Hermione just stared on. Two things were going through her mind at once. One was the night that she lost everything that had ever mattered to her. It had been snowing.. She didn't know why but it bothered her that it was now. She was almost afraid that everything now would be lost to her same as before.
The second was that every year since she could remember in her time at Hogwarts she had always gone down onto the Hogwarts grounds to watch the first snow fall with Harry and Ron, they had truly been the best of friends.Yesterday she had told her self that it didn't bother her that she had made new friends in truth it didn't, what did matter to her was the fact that she loved the old more than anything in the world.
She couldn't break tradition.
Turning to Snape she watched his features contort with confusion. With out thinking she grabbed one of his spidery long hands and ran, dragging his disgruntled morning form with her. Out of the common room, down the cold winding corridors, and to the entrance hall. Toughing open the two great oak doors she dragged him out into the outside world.
Letting go of his hand she walked down the long steps onto the grounds. Marveling at the feeling of freedom of the snowflakes as then fell into her hair, and onto her house robe.
Snape watched in aww as the strange girl spun around with her eyes closed, tears streaming down her face. For once in his life he truly did not know what to do. Here before him was a person who had no prejudices, no hatred towards other houses, or people.
She was so different from every other creature he had ever come across.
He could see why he wanted her.
"Snape?" Hermione called, finally coming out of her daze.
" What do you want Granger?" came his short reply.
Hermione gave him a searching look and then just shrugged her shoulders. " Nothing I just wanted to know if you wanted to come watch the snow with me."
"I can see if just fine where I'm Granger" he snapped, not liking the fact that he was out side in his pajama's.
She gave him a smile and he felt his insides twist with some unfamiliar feeling. " Not afraid of a little cold are you?"
He hated that, how she challenged him, baited him, played with his mind. She knew how it affected him and played it to the full.
" No Im not Granger I just don't enjoy freezing my toes in the snow until they become a rather interesting shade of purple." He said looking down at his bare long feet.
" Are you not a Wizard Snape?" she said turning to face him, the wind blowing her house robe back, like a cape.
Snape glared at her. " Yes I'm but I don't see where you're taking this!"
" You do have magic do you not, make your self a pair of slippers or shoes." She chided.
" I detest foolish wand waving!" He spat.
Hermione just about fell on her bum, reality check! This really was SNAPE! She could see his future self in him; he had said something very similar to those years ago when she had first come to his potion class. I was amazing how things came back to bite you in the bum.
So this was Snape....
During her daze into her memories she failed to notice that the dark figure of Severus Snape descended from the entrance stairs to where she stood foot deep in new power soft snow, to her side looking on over the heavenly looking grounds of Hogwarts.
She noticed his presents beside her from the wisps of his breath as it hit the cool morning air and formed a vapor.
She looked up at her "friend" his pale face was gaurded by a light wave of long raven feathered hair, she could faintly make out his rich coal black eyes. His attention was fully focused so she thought on the scene before them.
All the magic of Hogwarts was nothing compared to what they were witnessing at this moment.
" Who are you Granger?" Severus finally spoke.
The question caught her off guard, making her look quizzically at him with her chocolate brown eyes.
" What's that supposed to mean?" she inquired.
Snape turned to her and gave her a searching look. " Exactly what I said, who are you?"
What was he playing at, what was that supposed to mean, was it a trick question? She decided to give the only answer she could give to this very odd boy.
"I'm me"
~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~
After another fifteen minutes, Hermione lets the front grounds and headed back to the castle. Snape watched her as she left. Just as she had turned from the place were they were both standing now knee deep in the snow a gust of wind picked up. Blowing the think green house robe from Hermione's shoulders.
He almost did a double take at what he saw on her arm.
It had to have been a mistake, he just needed more sleep, how could that possibly have been there. It couldn't be. If so how did she get it?
He convinced him self at the end that it was an illusion, as he watched Hermione leave to the castle.
It couldn't be..... Not the dark mark?