Here is chapter three. Read and Review!
Chapter Three-The Gardens
Severus Snape walked around the gardens of Hogwarts. Severus had always came out to the garden when he was upset. He had awoken in a sweat from the same draem he had since the night of his revealance to Voldemort.
It was always the same. He stood over the Headmaster and whispered the two words that ended ones life. The same esape. Then, as though in sequence he was in the middle of that bloody room being tourchured by the group of Deatheaters. Then Albus was there, telling him what a mistake he had made, letting Severus kill him. He was a failure. He told Severus that he had wasted both the lives and that he should just give up and die.
A sound of shoes crunching the snow brought Severus from his misery. He looked up abruptedly and saw nothing. Maybe it was an animal, but his instinct told him it wasn't. As it was winter, it was still quite dark out and he knew that there were still Deatheaters looking for him. Of course they knew he was at Hogwarts, so Severus pulled out his wand, ready in case of an attack and steped into the shadows.
A sniffle made him think otherwise though. Unless the Deatheaters were trying to pull him into a false sense of security; nonetheless, he still kept his wand at the ready.
Hermione walked around the dark quiet gardens, thinking about her parents. She knew that it was good to cry and get it all out rather than keep it built up. She had cried last night, but it wasn't enough. It made her feel even worse knowing that she could, breath, eat, sleep and laugh and her parents couldn't.
Before she knew it, silent tears were streaming down her face.
Sevreus now began to recognize the figure of a woman through the cold darkness. Soon the figure was close enough for him to see that it was none other than Miss Granger. Now what is that silly girl doing down here this early?
Quite suddenly, she threw herself down in the snow by an old oak tree.
He stayed where he was. He didn't think he wanted a student knowing that he, Severus Snape had a thing for walking in the garden. Usually, he didn't have to worry about it, seeing as none of the students ever came down to the gradens, as they very significant. He scowled. No one would truely understand the meaning of true beauty.
His thoughts were interupted by a sob from the Gryffindor sitting against the tree.
Hermione threw herself into the snow and rested her back against the oak tree she often visited. Before she could stop herself she beagn to sob so hard her body shook.
She then started to beat her fists into the snow.
"It's all my fault!" she screamed. "If I wouldn't have came here, they'd still be alive!"
Uncontrollably, she beat her fists harder, crying as she did.
No one would understand. Harry wouldn't, he never knew his parents.
She gave up, put her face into her now freezing hands.
Severus watched her beat her fists into the snow. What is wrong with the girl? Potter couldn't have meant that much to her. No, Weasley was the one dating her, but he couldn't have meant that much to her neither. Damn teenagers.
Then she screamed. "It's all my fault! If I wouldn't have came here, they'd still be alive!"
Severus's heart dropped. Her parents must have been attacked. That's why she was crying in the Astronomy Twoer last night. He then felt something he rarely felt. . . guilt. Guilt for what he had said to her the previous night.
Severus walked another path to the castle. Clearly the she wanted to be alone and he didn't want her to know he had seen her. He wouldn't know how to explain and Miss Granger would have been more upset had she known she was being watched. He left her to herself, hoping she wouldn't caught pneumonia from the cold weather and from her tears.
Sorry it is so short, but I couldn't think of anything else to add to this chapter. I will try to write another chapter soon, seeing as I don't have marching band anymore. sniffles Tonight was my last field performance ever. Believe me, being a Senior has it's downfalls.