Angelic Layer
************************************************************************** Autor's note: I have some problems with the dialogues, due to my French key board. I promise I would try to find something to arrange the problem. Hermione's POV are like this: ~ [.] ~ ; Severus's POV is like this: ° [.] ° ***************************************************************************
Hermione was in room, trying to calm herself down. Her so called wings didn't hurt so much anymore, but she couldn't keep her mind off them.
Another question that was rolling in Hermione's head was the mystery of her mother's pregnancy. Did it happen often? No, it couldn't, because then, she wouldn't be the only one with wings.
Hermione sighed and sat down carefully on her bed. She still couldn't lay herself down on her back nor could she rest her back against a wall.
She was a bit sad, because she couldn't see her friends. Dumbledore requested that no one exoect her parents and the professors could come and visit her.
Her "wings" didn't grow any skin between the bones. They were the same strange colour. Hermione looked herself for the tenth time in the mirror.
~ They don't look so *horrible*. It would be cool thing to show at parties. If I would ever be invited to one again my lifetime. Nyah, maybe Frankenstein and Flich would invite me to the annual freak festival. ~
Finally, Hermione decided to take a shower to clean up her mind.
*°*°*°*°*°*°*
Meanwhile, Severus was pacing in the dungeons, looking through his Pensieve, trying to find the best method to talk with Hermione.
He was so desperate he even asked advice from Dumbledore.
*Flashback*
"- Severus, do you really think is a good idea to talk about this with Miss Granger? She's young, you know, she may not be able to handle the truth."
" - Albus, I think that Miss Granger would prefer to know the truth than to know nothing. She is, after all, a Know-It-All. I am sure her current state of ignorance is killing her."
" - Severus, since you think it's the right think to do, do it. But please be gentle. You don't need to worry her too much. Maybe you'll passs under silence the part about her being Voldemort's weapon."
*End Flashback*
So here Severus was, pacing back and forth in his chambers whe he finally found the perfect way to explain everything in the simplest way.
Severus stomped off his Chambers and walked quickly to the head Girl's room.
*°*°*°*°*°*°*
Hermione had just turned off the shower when she heard someone enter her rooms.
~ It has to be Mom and Dad, who else would come and see me? ~
She didn't even bother to put on a bath gown and jumped happily out of her bathroom.
"- Hello mom, Hello dad! Don't you think Hogwarts is. P. Professor SNAPE?"
************************************************************************** Autor's note: I have some problems with the dialogues, due to my French key board. I promise I would try to find something to arrange the problem. Hermione's POV are like this: ~ [.] ~ ; Severus's POV is like this: ° [.] ° ***************************************************************************
Hermione was in room, trying to calm herself down. Her so called wings didn't hurt so much anymore, but she couldn't keep her mind off them.
Another question that was rolling in Hermione's head was the mystery of her mother's pregnancy. Did it happen often? No, it couldn't, because then, she wouldn't be the only one with wings.
Hermione sighed and sat down carefully on her bed. She still couldn't lay herself down on her back nor could she rest her back against a wall.
She was a bit sad, because she couldn't see her friends. Dumbledore requested that no one exoect her parents and the professors could come and visit her.
Her "wings" didn't grow any skin between the bones. They were the same strange colour. Hermione looked herself for the tenth time in the mirror.
~ They don't look so *horrible*. It would be cool thing to show at parties. If I would ever be invited to one again my lifetime. Nyah, maybe Frankenstein and Flich would invite me to the annual freak festival. ~
Finally, Hermione decided to take a shower to clean up her mind.
*°*°*°*°*°*°*
Meanwhile, Severus was pacing in the dungeons, looking through his Pensieve, trying to find the best method to talk with Hermione.
He was so desperate he even asked advice from Dumbledore.
*Flashback*
"- Severus, do you really think is a good idea to talk about this with Miss Granger? She's young, you know, she may not be able to handle the truth."
" - Albus, I think that Miss Granger would prefer to know the truth than to know nothing. She is, after all, a Know-It-All. I am sure her current state of ignorance is killing her."
" - Severus, since you think it's the right think to do, do it. But please be gentle. You don't need to worry her too much. Maybe you'll passs under silence the part about her being Voldemort's weapon."
*End Flashback*
So here Severus was, pacing back and forth in his chambers whe he finally found the perfect way to explain everything in the simplest way.
Severus stomped off his Chambers and walked quickly to the head Girl's room.
*°*°*°*°*°*°*
Hermione had just turned off the shower when she heard someone enter her rooms.
~ It has to be Mom and Dad, who else would come and see me? ~
She didn't even bother to put on a bath gown and jumped happily out of her bathroom.
"- Hello mom, Hello dad! Don't you think Hogwarts is. P. Professor SNAPE?"