Thanks for the reviews. This chapter is based on an actual event in my life
- VERY painful, VERY triggering for me and maybe you, so be careful.. I do
love you all, you know (
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chapter 8
I Don't Need to Be
And you don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds
"After everything he's done for her, this is how she thanked him ?? Anger, rage, bitterness and a cavalier attitude towards death? Someone better make it very clear to this girl to show some gratitude."
"Minerva.."
"No, I mean it Albus, whatever kind of a deluded concept she ahs about herself, no matter what the problems are."
"MINERVA"
"I just don't understand.. isn't she aware of the ramifications of what Severus has done??"
"MINERVA MCGONAGALL SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!" A roar eminatated from Severus Snape's bed. His blood pressure had just spike dramatically, and the tension in his chest was building by the moment. The child that he was now mortally bonded to was about to have a heart attack, courtesy of the self- righteous head of Gryffindor house.
Looking over towards the bed and noting the change in the Potion Master's pallor, Minerva muttered a hasty apology and made to leave. As she walked out she heard him say. "And one might consider it pertinent to attempt to find some background information that led up to the events of the past 48 hours. perhaps check her belongings, look for any letters and personal effects which may guide us to a greater understanding of why such a powerful, apt and brilliant young student would feel that there is nothing left for her."
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The infirmary door flew open, slamming back on itself with a loud crack. Severus was pulled from his dream-like state into painful consciousness immediately.
"What in Merlins name is the problem now?" he sighed, raked his hands over his eyes in a feeble attempt to alleviate the pain behind his eyes.
""Severus, I found this in her school bag. A letter from her father, and a pack of Muggle razors... The poor child, I had no right to judge her actions... Oh, my God Severus, what have I done?"
Minerva McGonagall's hands were shaking like a pack of spooked unicorns, and her eyes were overly bright with tears unbidden.
"Severus, can you see well enough to read this? We are going to have to try and help her somehow.. She must be crushed, she always spoke so proudly of her parents."
"Give it here Minerva, and leave me be. I will fathom a plan in due time. Not that it isn't wonderful to be painfully linked to the most annoying Gryffindor since Godric!" Pressing his eyelids firmly for a moment, willing the intense humming ot leave his ears, he took a long slow breath in and unfolded the white muggle stationary, beginning to read.
Hermione:
I am sorry that you are my daughter..
Am extremely disappointed to say the least, not that you don't want to give up your magical "education" (hah!) and repair the relationship in our family, but that I feel you are not the person I thought you were all these years. Don't know what else can be said on the matter. Your mother has never gotten over your abandoning the family to learn magic tricks, and neither have I.
You are an insufferable little whiner with no respect for anyone. I have lived through most everything you have lived through and much more you don't know about. I do not harbor bad feelings for any of the people involved nor any other people I know of. I hate no one and begrudge no one. No one except for you, you my demon spawn.
Where these dark feelings and anger you vent on me come from I do not know nor do I want to know.
I feel like I have failed you as a father and a person and I apologize for that. I don't know what else to say. You are an embarrassment to the name of Granger.
No response to this note is required, as I hope that I never have to see you or speak to you again...
Embarrassed to say it,
Your father Eugene Granger
Severus stared blankly at the page for a moment, watching the words and letters swim in front of his eyes. He couldn't even begin to form a logical reaction to this. Rage, pain, sorrow and a deep sense of hurt were welling up within him, and in that moment he saw through the façade that Hermione Granger had created for herself over the last 4 years.
"Oh, Gentle Merlin. She's going to try again. And I can't blame her. Help me."
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chapter 8
I Don't Need to Be
And you don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds
"After everything he's done for her, this is how she thanked him ?? Anger, rage, bitterness and a cavalier attitude towards death? Someone better make it very clear to this girl to show some gratitude."
"Minerva.."
"No, I mean it Albus, whatever kind of a deluded concept she ahs about herself, no matter what the problems are."
"MINERVA"
"I just don't understand.. isn't she aware of the ramifications of what Severus has done??"
"MINERVA MCGONAGALL SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!" A roar eminatated from Severus Snape's bed. His blood pressure had just spike dramatically, and the tension in his chest was building by the moment. The child that he was now mortally bonded to was about to have a heart attack, courtesy of the self- righteous head of Gryffindor house.
Looking over towards the bed and noting the change in the Potion Master's pallor, Minerva muttered a hasty apology and made to leave. As she walked out she heard him say. "And one might consider it pertinent to attempt to find some background information that led up to the events of the past 48 hours. perhaps check her belongings, look for any letters and personal effects which may guide us to a greater understanding of why such a powerful, apt and brilliant young student would feel that there is nothing left for her."
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The infirmary door flew open, slamming back on itself with a loud crack. Severus was pulled from his dream-like state into painful consciousness immediately.
"What in Merlins name is the problem now?" he sighed, raked his hands over his eyes in a feeble attempt to alleviate the pain behind his eyes.
""Severus, I found this in her school bag. A letter from her father, and a pack of Muggle razors... The poor child, I had no right to judge her actions... Oh, my God Severus, what have I done?"
Minerva McGonagall's hands were shaking like a pack of spooked unicorns, and her eyes were overly bright with tears unbidden.
"Severus, can you see well enough to read this? We are going to have to try and help her somehow.. She must be crushed, she always spoke so proudly of her parents."
"Give it here Minerva, and leave me be. I will fathom a plan in due time. Not that it isn't wonderful to be painfully linked to the most annoying Gryffindor since Godric!" Pressing his eyelids firmly for a moment, willing the intense humming ot leave his ears, he took a long slow breath in and unfolded the white muggle stationary, beginning to read.
Hermione:
I am sorry that you are my daughter..
Am extremely disappointed to say the least, not that you don't want to give up your magical "education" (hah!) and repair the relationship in our family, but that I feel you are not the person I thought you were all these years. Don't know what else can be said on the matter. Your mother has never gotten over your abandoning the family to learn magic tricks, and neither have I.
You are an insufferable little whiner with no respect for anyone. I have lived through most everything you have lived through and much more you don't know about. I do not harbor bad feelings for any of the people involved nor any other people I know of. I hate no one and begrudge no one. No one except for you, you my demon spawn.
Where these dark feelings and anger you vent on me come from I do not know nor do I want to know.
I feel like I have failed you as a father and a person and I apologize for that. I don't know what else to say. You are an embarrassment to the name of Granger.
No response to this note is required, as I hope that I never have to see you or speak to you again...
Embarrassed to say it,
Your father Eugene Granger
Severus stared blankly at the page for a moment, watching the words and letters swim in front of his eyes. He couldn't even begin to form a logical reaction to this. Rage, pain, sorrow and a deep sense of hurt were welling up within him, and in that moment he saw through the façade that Hermione Granger had created for herself over the last 4 years.
"Oh, Gentle Merlin. She's going to try again. And I can't blame her. Help me."