A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #4 Extinct languages -Task #1: Latin: Probably the most known dead language.
Write about someone well known/famous in the Wizarding World and the effect that fame has on their life.
Word count: 628
Severus moved quickly down the street. He had already put the hood of his cloak up to help hide his face. It did no good. Everyone could still figure out it was him. Maybe if he finally listened to Hermione's advice and wore a color other than black?
She'd been offering similar advice ever since she'd moved into his flat with him. He smiled thinking about the previous night. No, changing the color of his clothing would accomplish nothing, save maybe provide Hermione with a good laugh.
He would have droves of witches following him no matter what he was wearing. Coming back from being almost dead had been the worst move in his career. Until that point, his fame had been contained to potions groups and whispered in terror in the halls of Hogwarts.
Now, his face had been plastered over every newspaper, magazine and tabloid in existence. He was famous for all the wrong reasons in his high opinion. They didn't care that he'd come back from the brink of death. They didn't care about the potions he'd invented or the multiple new uses for several common and uncommon ingredients. No, all they cared about was the tragic love story that had bene Severus' life at one point.
Severus hated the way Potter had managed to disclose the entire story to someone, probably Weasley, who had of course managed to spread it everywhere. The only person he knew hadn't told anyone was Hermione. She was by and far the only witch he could trust.
Now, every witch seemed to think he was some sort of tragic love sick hero. Merlin, he absolutely hated Potter. It didn't help that Potter, Weasley and Longbottom had all married quickly leaving Severus listed as the most eligible war hero bachelor. He really hated that title, and despite all his work to prove he was not eligible for marriage, not the marrying kind, and horrible man to boot, they still wouldn't leave him alone.
He could barely leave his home to collect the ingredients he needed for some of his more complicated potions. Those he could not have sent through the post because of both the volitile nature and the fact most of the were considered a controlled substance by the ministry.
"You could just let me pick them up," Hermione had argued.
"I could, but you have no idea what half of these things are and I barely trust the seller as is. I will not have him be taking advantage of you."
"You could do a mail in order for pick up, I could do that?"
"True."
"Severus, you complain all the time about how many people keep coming up to you, how many witches nearly swoon at your feet. Let me go pick up the potions, under your name and then maybe they'll see that you're off the market?" she'd suggested. Severus wished he'd listened to her as he passed another throng of witches all calling out to him. He managed to reach the small shop, opened the door and happily let it close behind him.
"I'm here for my order," he stated, trying to ignore the witch behind the counter watching him.
"Yes, sir. I have everything right here. You know I do offer a mail order catalogue, or delivery by floo, if you would wish to set that up, seeing as how suddenly my shop suddenly fills with witches and a few wizards every time you come in."
"I thought you'd be happy about the business," Severus stated, seriously thinking about Hermione's offer to both pick up the potions and to marry him. Maybe it was time he settled down, took out a full page ad in the Prophet so he could finally be left alone?