I mentioned Snape being head boy in another story and I'm making him head boy in this one. I don't care what people say, James can't have been the head boy… firstly becausehe was never a prefect and secondly... he caused most of the problems in the school with Sirius! Why not Snape, then? He's just as good a choice as anyone else, despite being a death eater, which Albus doesn't know for sure, so… oh who cares? Snape is head boy got it?
Goodness, I'm sorry I took so long to update! Here you go
Hermione ran up the stairs and into her room, from the common room, slamming the door behind her angrily. "You can't bloody well say my name, you can't believe me that I'm a bloody good witch and now you pull a god-damned wand on me. NO WONDER HE HATES YOU SO MUCH!" Hermione raved, throwing herself onto the bed. She was just about fed up with Sirius and James. How Lily Potter ever put up with them, she would never know.
"Bastards, who the hell do they think they are? They don't know me, and they never will because I hate them. I…" she muttered. She ranted herself into her sleep.
She awoke at about six, and cursed. She was going to be late for class. She adjusted her robes, straightening her Head Girl pin. She sighed, somewhat glad that Dumbledore had made her Head Girl. She had secretly dreamed that she would be given the badge, but hadn't really mentioned it to anyone. She yawned and pulled her hair back into a ponytail, leaving some of her feathered bangs loose to fall in her eyes. She had always liked her hair, no matter how bushy or unruly it got. It was a part of her.
She walked out of her room, with confidence and walked quickly down the stairs to the common room. She left the Head Common Room and was stopped by the painting.
"Head Girl, you have to set a password," the beautiful young girl in the painting said. The boy beside her nodded in agreement.
"Um, what about the Head Boy?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, Master Severus won't mind you setting the password, Miss Alaira," the boy said.
"Severus? Severus Snape?" Hermione frowned. "He's the Head Boy?"
"Yes, miss, he's already been by here. He said to have you set the password," the girl said, politely.
"Um… Dried Beetles," Hermione said, frowning at her stupid password, but no one would think of it so that was good.
"Very well, you'll have to inform him. It's rare to have a Head Boy and Girl who are both in Slytherin. Gryffindor, sure, but not Slytherin," the girl said.
"I'd imagine," Hermione nodded, remembering that she was indeed a Slytherin. She straightened her Slytherin tie and walked down the hall to the Great Hall, which was on the same floor. She tried to slip into the hall unnoticed, but no luck. The sorting had yet to begun and everyone in the hall looked up at her. She walked briskly to the Slytherin Table and sat in the last seat, preferring to be alone, rather than sit with the rest of the Slytherins, many she could recognize as Death Eaters, well future-death eaters at least, Snape sitting beside Lucius Malfoy at the end of the group, nearest to her.
She closed her eyes, laying her head on her arms, waiting for the sorting ceremony to begin with the first years' entrance.
She jumped when she heard a voice say in her ear, "What's the password." She turned around wand in hand, pointed at none other than Snape. He didn't even flinch. He leaned close for her to whisper it to him.
"The second ingredient in the second stage of making Veritasium," she replied, placing her hand on his chest and pushing him back. "Don't invade my personal space without permission, Snape," she said, crossly.
"My name is Severus. The only people who all me Snape are Gryffindors," Snape growled at her.
"How do you know that I'm not a Gryffindor at heart?" Hermione asked.
"Because you're too smart," he replied, matter-of-factly, before going back to sit by Lucius Malfoy again, as the first years entered the Great Hall. Hermione placed her hand on the ear that he had whispered into. It was tingling from the sensation of his breath upon it.
"Snap out of it, Granger. He's twenty years older than you, not to mention he hates you in twenty years," Hermione scolded herself. She turned to look at the sorting hat. She frowned at the beginning of the song he sang:
You may not believe me
You may think I'm wrong
You may not want what you get
But know my mind is strong.
You can go to Gryffindor
Where those with courage will forever stay
You can go to Hufflepuff
Where loyalty is prized.
You can go to Ravenclaw
Where those with wit will persevere
You can go to Slytherin
Where the dangerously ambitious run amok
But in the end, you must know
I cannot be questioned
I know where you go
I know who you are
I can see in your head
I can tell you where you'll last
You may be a Slytherin Hufflepuff
You may be a Gryffindor Ravenclaw
But I know what I am doing
I know how to sort
I know that I am the brightest cap
'Cause I'm the sorting hat!
Hermione had an eerie feeling that the hat's song was pointed at her, a Gryffindor Slytherin, thinking the hat was wrong, questioning it. She was sure that he was singing that for her. She thought about it more, and wondered if she hadn't been a muggle born… would she have been sorted into Slytherin? She assumed that was the reason that the hat would change its mind. She hadn't been born in this time so she couldn't be called a muggle-born.
Hermione sighed and tried to concentrate on the students being sorted, but she didn't know any of the names, so her mind began to wander. She wondered if the train had affected the future and if so how much had it done so? And what about her knocking out Voldemort, how much could that have changed? She knew she could very well die in the past. It wasn't even a question in her mind and as Voldemort's number one target that she was bound to die. Somehow she knew that should scare her more than it did. She shivered, hoping to god that Dumbledore could find a way to get her back. If anyone could, she reasoned, it would be him, if he even trusted her anymore that was.
The sorting ended without Hermione really paying attention to it. But when Dumbledore stood she listened, she paid more attention to his opening speech than she ever had, fighting to not think about what was going to happen or what had happened.
"Welcome, students to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, dubiously. Hermione caught the eye of Professor Spring who smiled at her. She smiled back, weakly then looked back at Dumbledore. "We have a new student this year, joining the seventh years as our Head Girl. Please welcome new Slytherin, Miss Alaira Howard," Dumbledore said, grandly waving his arm at her. People looked at her, clapping politely. Hermione frowned, looking away from the Headmaster's intense happy stare.
"Also, our new Head Boy is Severus Snape, congratulations Severus," Dumbledore said. There were many boos from the Gryffindor table, some scattered clapping from the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables, and loud cheers from the Slytherin table.
"Now, tryouts for the House Quiditch teams will be held on October First this year, and I expect no fireworks this year," Dumbledore said, looking pointedly at Sirius Black, who grinned roguishly.
"Also, the forbidden forest, as its name implies is as always forbidden," Dumbledore stated. "Mr. Filch has added a few things to the list of restricted objects to Hogwarts, and everyone interested can read the full list in his office.
"We have our entire teaching staff back this year, so I believe that is all the announcements. Welcome back and let us make this year one of our best throughout these bad times. And remember, one can turn even the darkest times into bright ones with only a smile," Albus said. "Tuck in!"
Food appeared on all the tables. The Slytherin table was packed with food up to Severus then there was no food except right in front of Hermione. She felt so very alone at that moment, more so than she had been the entire time at Hogwarts. She didn't want to stay in the hall.
Hermione looked up at Dumbledore, who had his eyes on her, without a twinkle, but filled with sadness. She let her question linger in her eyes and he nodded to her.
She stood and walked slowly out of the great hall, depression beginning to grip at her. She could feel tears well up inside her, but she would not let them fall. Her stomach clenched in a pain that began to radiate throughout her entire body. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the door to the great hall, which she had closed.
A house elf popped up beside her, startling her. She gasped, audibly.
"Hello, Minnie is here to serve miss. Master requests of Minnie to you to the kitchens because you is not wanting to eat alone in the big hall," the little house elf piped up.
"Thank you, Minnie, but I'm really not all that hungry anymore," Hermione said, wincing at the thought of this happy creature having to be such a slave and not even know how wrong it was.
"Minnie has orders to take you miss. Minnie cannot disobey Master miss," Minnie said, looking up at Hermione with big green eyes and Hermione felt a pang in her heart.
"All right then Minnie," Hermione sighed. Minnie excitedly grabbed Hermione's hand and with a pop they were standing in the kitchen.
"What would you like, miss. Minnie would be thrilled to get it for you!" Minnie exclaimed.
"Some tea and a sandwich would be fine. In seconds, not only Minnie stood with tea and a plate of sandwiches but so did five other elves.
"Oh dear, thank you, so much," Hermione said, taking the tea and sandwich plate from Minnie. The other elves looked crushed she hadn't taken their plates, but they hurried off, setting about making the dessert. Hermione sat at the small table and ate her sandwich, with Minnie looking up at her with wide, happy eyes.
"It is very good, Minnie. Thank you so much. You can have a seat if you'd like," Hermione offered.
"Oh, no Miss, Minnie can't do that! Minnie has to stand. This is what Minnie does. Minnie never sits!" Minnie exclaimed.
"What is it you like to do Minnie?" Hermione asked.
"I runs around working, always busy!" Minnie said, excitedly.
"And you are really happy with just that?" Hermione asked.
"Oh yes Miss, Minnie couldn't ask for more! Master Severus brought me here when he started school and I couldn't be happier here!" Minnie said.
"Severus? You're a Snape House Elf?" Hermione asked.
"I'm Master Severus' personal house elf. I is to be with him everywheres miss. I will be following him to university miss. He has many dreams, my master does. He wishes I stayed with the house, miss, but my place is with him," Minnie said.
"So he's the one who sent you? I thought it was the headmaster," Hermione frowned.
"Oh no ma'am, Headmaster Dumbledore is just gracious enough to let me help with the jobs of the other House Elves. He doesn't ever ask Minnie to do anything," Minnie said, a hint of sadness in her voice.
"So, is it bad being a Snape House Elf, really?" Hermione asked.
"Oh no miss, not being Master Severus' elf. He has never hurt Minnie! He has ordered Minnie to never hurt herself either for a mistake," Minnie said. "I's probably not s'posed to talk to yous about this miss," Minnie told Hermione.
"One last question, please Minnie?" Hermione asked, beginning more and more to like Snape by his treatment of Minnie.
"How did he tell you to come to me?" Hermione asked.
"Minnie is having a necklace and Master is having a watch that wes can communicate with," Minnie explained, proudly displaying the little green pendant around her neck. Hermione nodded. May I see it? I promise to give it back."
"Of course, as long as yous not goin' to takes it," Minnie said.
"Of course not," Hermione said. "Do other people around him hear if you talk to him?"
"No miss, only he can hear it," Minnie said, excitedly.
Minnie took off the necklace and handed it gently to Hermione, who observed it, she pushed a little button on the back and spoke into it. "Thank you Severus; I appreciate it." Hermione then gave it back to Minnie, who put it back on and seemed to be listening for a moment.
"Master says, 'I've been in your situation before. I know that no one wants to be alone,'" Minnie said. "He would be being heres if he wasn't with Master Lucius," Minnie said, faintly.
"He said that?" Hermione frowned, thinking about how not like Snape that sounded.
"No, miss, but Minnie knows it. Minnie knows that Master would rather have loyal friends than thems. Minnie has said too much, miss. I is sorry," Minnie said, ducking her head.
"Oh, of course, Minnie. I look forward to talking to you again," Hermione said, giving the elf a smile.
"Mes too miss!" Minnie said, happily.
"Have a nice night, Minnie," Hermione said. Suddenly, she felt closure for her venture with SPEW. She still felt horrible that elves were treated as slaves, but they were at least happy, well… most of them.
Hermione left through the portrait of the fruit bowl and then up a flight of stairs to the main level. She followed a series of corridors, before reaching the portrait of the Victorian brother and sister, who waved at her.
"Dried Beetle," Hermione stated. Their portrait opened and Hermione walked in, closing it behind her.
Hermione walked to the stairs and glanced back over the obviously Slytherin Head Common Room. She looked into the fire for a long moment, standing by the stairs that led up to her room. The flames danced in the hearth almost as free as the flames that had engulfed the Hogwarts Express that same morning that seemed like weeks before.
She sighed and walked up the stairs to her room. She closed the door behind herself, and enlarged her trunk, getting into it.
Hermione pulled out her blood red silk pajamas and changed into them. The top was a spaghetti strap shirt and had an HG the left side in cursive. The red silk pajama bottoms were soft and comfortable. She slid into the green-covered bed with silver lining, and lay her head down. She really looked the part of Gryffindor Slytherin, wearing Gryffendor-red pajamas in a Slytherin-green bed. She fell asleep, with a nightmare involving what might happen on her return to the future, which contained a very angry group of wizards, including Remus, Sirius, and Snape.
That wouldn't be the kind of dream I'd had if I'd just met the young, handsome Slytherin Head Boy who was Snape. Jkjk. Review kids you know you want to and now to my reviewers:
Shelby: thanks a lot. I love positive reviews.
Artemis Claw: Gracias, I appreciate the review
Severus Snape's Love: Really, you're his love? Damn, I thought I was. CAT FIGHT! hehe jkjk Thanks for reviewing my story.
Tina: Why all the numbers after your name? How can you remember them all and type them all in every time you log in? Goodness... Thank you for your review!
Transylvanian: Do I please you good new reviewer-person?
Lilypad: Sorry it took me so long, but here you go!
Reader: Thanks, I'll try not to
Meganegreer: Thank you for your review. I love the word great it makes me feel great when put together with story which makes Great Story!
Rebelangel:Really, you haven't. I didn't know it was unique, but that's awesome. Ya, I usually write Hermione with some tough skin, but remember she's just trying to play up an image, that's mainly why she's being so grrr.
ephona: thanks... I thought it was funny too how Sirius and Severus were going at it. It's great no? I read them fighting over Hermione in another story and had to add the big theme of the future being Sirius/Severus arguments over Hermione.
xmaverickf14x: Thanks. Your review's very encouraging! I'm glad you like how I play the future. You get it right, how they get it in like sections. Every few days, they get new memories... I hope everyone gets that. Thanks for your review
hatersr gonna rock dis world: Nice name. Thanks for reviewing!
Intelligent Witch: Hey me too! I'm also wondering how she gets back, but shh, don't tell. I've got a few ideas in my mind. I'm beginning to like one more and more as I keep writing though. So I think I know how it's going to go.
