Title: Dictionary Definition
Chapter Title: Notes
Disclaimer: If you seriously think I own them, then you need to get checked out by a doctor. I don't even own the computer I am typing on.
Rating: T (Some Mild Language)
Summery: Legitimate adj. 5. Born to legally married parents. Bastard n. 1.An illegitimate child. –adj. 1. Born of unwed parents. (HGSS) (Not HBP compatible)
Author's Note: I fixed the problem found in the first chapter. I'm sorry for any mistakes you may find. My beta and I try our best. All definitions are from the Webster's II New Riverside University Dictionary. Reviews are greatly appreciated.
Your daughter, Emilia, is quite a joy to teach, Ms. Granger. I am pleased to have her in my Herbology class. Have a nice winter break, Ms. Granger.
Sincerely,
Pomona Sprout
Professor of Herbology
Head of Hufflepuff
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry
She smiles as she folds the letter back up before placing it back into the envelope it arrived in. She glances at the final envelope laying beside her. She knows who it is from before opening. She takes a deep breath before breaking the familiar red seal keeping the flap closed. Gingerly she unfolds the letter and begins to read.
Name: Emilia Paige Granger
Year: 1st
Class: Potions
Professor: Severus Snape
Grade: ninety-nine
Dear Ms. Granger,
Your daughter, Emilia Granger, seems to excel at potions. She gets high marks on everything. My only concern is that she lacks self-confidence and courage. Of course, this may be due to the lack of a father figure. Or maybe, because you weren't ready to be a mother. By my calculations you are only a mere twenty-nine. Thirty if you count the year you added to your life because of the time turner. Of course, you probably do count it. You used it repeatedly to get what you wanted when you were still a student here. But that reason could be incorrect because you've done a sufficient job of raising another know-it-all. How did you do it, Ms. Granger? Did you make your daughter read Hogwarts: A History as soon as she was able to read simple words? Are you out to prove muggle-born witches and wizards are just a s good as half-bloods or pure-bloods? Well, I can spare you the pain of trying to prove this absurd theory. You almost did it and then you ran back to your precious muggle world, presumably to get impregnated, or knocked up as your vulgar muggle peers put it, and have your child. Don't try to deny it, Ms. Granger. I know you broke off all ties with the wizarding world. Was that your goal, Ms. Granger? To escape from this world? Did you not count on the fact that your bastard daughter would force you to return? No, I'm sure you did. Although, I'm surprised she isn't a squib. What with you being a muggle and her father being one too. Or did you let Potter touch you with his filthy hands? Or maybe Weasley? No, your daughter does not posses the trademark stupidity or red-hair of the Weasley clan. So she can't be a Weasley. Life would have been much easier is she had just been born a squib, right? Of course, if you had just been as smart in bed as you were in a classroom none of this would have happened. You would have been able to remain hidden in your world and I would not be forced to teach another know-it-all Granger. Enjoy your break, Ms. Granger. Maybe Emilia's father will visit.
Sincerely,
Severus Snape
Professor of Potions
Head of Slytherin
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry
She drops the letter onto the white kitchen table and whips her tears away with her sleeve. Emilia is not a bastard. The only bastard she knows is him. His heartless prods at her were unnecessary. It is bad enough Emilia asks about her father. She does not need her former Potion Professor asking her too. She stands up and grabs a piece of paper out of the hutch. She slides the dictionary off the shelf and places both articles on the table. Flipping to the 'B's, she knows exactly what she is going to say.
Sitting at the Head Table in the Great Hall he continues to pick at his food while Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall carry on a conversation as though he is not between them. He sighs and drop his fork onto his plate. He only has ten more minutes of those torture before he can return to torturing his own students.
The owls carrying talon-fulls of mail descend down to the Great Hall. The owls head toward the recipients of their packages and mail. An unfamiliar one heads towards Albus and he watches as the old man points towards him. The owl takes small steps down the long table in order to rest before him. It drops its letter in front of him and flies off. He reaches out and picks up the envelope.
Professor Severus Snape
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Great Hall
Head Table
He flips it over and attempts to find a return address. He looks around the room cautiously before breaking the seal. A single piece of paper falls out and he unfolds it. Only a few short lines are written in flowery script.
Bastard (băs'tərd) n. 1.An illegitimate child. 2. A rude and hurtful person. –adj. 1. Born of unwed parents.
The only person who truly fits this description is you. And in the future, Professor, the next time you call Emilia a bastard I will hex you into the next century.
Sincerely,
Hermione J. Granger
He crumples the letter in his rights and pushes his chair backwards. The legs scrap against the stone floor and the students closet to him stop and stare. He ignores them and flees the Great Hall through the back door. He had never expected her to respond back to him.
Of course, she would responded. She had always made her feelings known to him and the rest of the world. That's for damn sure.
"Severus, you really should free your house elves. They would be better off."
"Professor, I think that using Cagle Root would be better than Willis Root."
"Severus, I want to stay here…with you."
"Severus, I love you."
He shakes his head at the absurdity of his last thought. If she truly loved him she wouldn't have…He can't even complete his thought. The pain is just too much for him to journey back down that road. He takes another step towards the blank stone wall located halfway between his classroom and the entrance to the Slytherin common room. He glances to his right and left before saying, "Enoimreh". The stone wall rises to expose a dark hallway lighted only by a few lighted torches. It's only the short walk down the corridor to his private rooms. This was the passage way she used to reach him. It leads directly to his bedroom. The wall at the end of the hall opens and he steps through. Just a few more steps to his Firewhiskey. His way of forgetting her. He just needs to force her to the back of his mind once more and everything will be okay. He grabs the Firewhiskey of the self and his hands wraps tightly around the cool glass of the bottle. This is his escape. Taking a seat in the oversized leather chair, black of course, he pours the fiery liquid directly into his mouth. Straight up…just the way he likes it. The burning sensation is almost gone. He's numb to its effects.