Author's note: I know. I know.. All my chapters are way too short. Sorry
for that. I'll try to update more often.
Ummm. Could someone beta my story?
Hermione was sitting on a sofa. She was trying to understand. She had tried to ask her potions professor questions, but he had started to pace furiously as soon as they were out of the Pensieve.
Every time she tried to talk, he answered in monosyllables. Hermione knew that he wouldn't talk to her.
Hermione had never been this frustrated in her life.
It felt surreal. Absurd. Seeing those memories like was like watching a movie. A very vivid and true looking movie. Although Hermione was extremely smart and had a clever mind, she still didn't really understand why she was showed all this.
It was like knowing someone is pregnant. Every one knows where babies come from (A/N: Not from storks, surprisingly], but you don't really realize it grows in the woman's body. [Personally I think pregnant women are like the mutant in the movie Alien. Huge things that drops evil little things.]
So Hermione couldn't connect her mother's strange pregnancy with the creature Severus Snape put into her mothers belly. She didn't understand, that *she* was that creature. To her, her mother had another child. But it couldn't be her.
~It can't be me.. I would notice it, if I were different.~
Hermione slowly brought her hands to her back and touched her wings. She had forgotten them. They still hurt if she moved them too quickly, but they felt a good deal better.
Hermione sat still. She slowly closed her eyes and pressed her eyes tightly together.
~ Why me? ~
*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°
Severus was pacing furiously in his rooms, not noticing Hermione on the couch. He paces from his living room to his office, from his office to his lab, from his lab to his bedroom.
° WHAT DID I JUST DO??? I just showed the complete truth to her. I was only supposed to show her the facts. Why do I always become so sentimental every time I see her? Well. she is my daughter in a way. I created her.°
Severus groaned in frustration and kicked his bed. He swore aloud, and continued his pacing.
° Well, at least she doesn't know about the Dark Lord's plan. And she should never be informed about it.°
He re-entered the living room to see Hermione crying on his sofa.
Ummm. Could someone beta my story?
Hermione was sitting on a sofa. She was trying to understand. She had tried to ask her potions professor questions, but he had started to pace furiously as soon as they were out of the Pensieve.
Every time she tried to talk, he answered in monosyllables. Hermione knew that he wouldn't talk to her.
Hermione had never been this frustrated in her life.
It felt surreal. Absurd. Seeing those memories like was like watching a movie. A very vivid and true looking movie. Although Hermione was extremely smart and had a clever mind, she still didn't really understand why she was showed all this.
It was like knowing someone is pregnant. Every one knows where babies come from (A/N: Not from storks, surprisingly], but you don't really realize it grows in the woman's body. [Personally I think pregnant women are like the mutant in the movie Alien. Huge things that drops evil little things.]
So Hermione couldn't connect her mother's strange pregnancy with the creature Severus Snape put into her mothers belly. She didn't understand, that *she* was that creature. To her, her mother had another child. But it couldn't be her.
~It can't be me.. I would notice it, if I were different.~
Hermione slowly brought her hands to her back and touched her wings. She had forgotten them. They still hurt if she moved them too quickly, but they felt a good deal better.
Hermione sat still. She slowly closed her eyes and pressed her eyes tightly together.
~ Why me? ~
*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°
Severus was pacing furiously in his rooms, not noticing Hermione on the couch. He paces from his living room to his office, from his office to his lab, from his lab to his bedroom.
° WHAT DID I JUST DO??? I just showed the complete truth to her. I was only supposed to show her the facts. Why do I always become so sentimental every time I see her? Well. she is my daughter in a way. I created her.°
Severus groaned in frustration and kicked his bed. He swore aloud, and continued his pacing.
° Well, at least she doesn't know about the Dark Lord's plan. And she should never be informed about it.°
He re-entered the living room to see Hermione crying on his sofa.