Hello everyone,
Some of you might remember this fic! I originally posted it last summer but removed it after I got an offer from a publisher for this story in a non-Sevmione setting. However, after a lot of back and forth with them about cutting chapters, changing storylines etc. we worked out that it wasn't going to work, so tonight I will finally post it again!
I will leave all the chapters as they were, incl. the introductory notes etc. because most of them are about all of you being so supportive of my writing!
So thank you to everyone who decided to return to this Fic and to everyone who decided to click on it for the first time! I hope you will enjoy it just as much as I did and well... Sorry again for being such a bummer! From now on: FanFictions are Fanfictions and published work is published work. I won't let anybody bully me into taking down my writing again (not even publishers, sorry :))
Original Note:
I'd like to give you some background on this Sevmione FanFic.
I've initially only started to write this story to improve my English. I am not native and I felt like my linguistic skills were stagnating, so I gave it a shot. However, it got a little bit out of control. I basically just began writing without any plot or concept, but I really liked where it went.
I will leave the first few chapters as they were, so you can get a sense of how my voice as a writer developed throughout.
Because I have never planned to write an epic fic the plot moves fairly slowly at the beginning. I have written about half of the story, and I have now established the whole plot, so I decided to post the first chapters. I try to upload chapters weekly, or whenever I have finished another one.
Please, please, please let me know what you think of the story and the characters. I am so nervous about posting my writing, because whenever I read through my pages, I just want to burn them all and bury myself somewhere. I would really love to hear if you like it or if you have any tips and suggestions.
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Now, enough patter. Thank you for reading and enjoy the first chapter.
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HELP - LONDON GRAMMAR
"Dr Granger?"
Hermione closed the magazine she was reading and slid it into her bag, not too hastily and not too reluctantly. She had mastered the skill of inconspicuously stowing away magical papers when out and about in the muggle world.
"Yes, that's me. Can I help you?"
She looked at a friendly young woman who stood next to her table with a steaming cup of coffee in her hand.
"I am so sorry for interrupting you", the woman began ecstatically. "My name is Clemency Nancy. I have just been to your guest lecture at the University of Geneva. I very much enjoyed your presentation." She had an absolutely delighted expression on her face but looked nervous.
"That is very kind of you, Miss Nancy. I am glad you enjoyed it."
Hermione watched her for a moment. Miss Nancy seemed to have something else on her mind. She was fidgeting with the receipt that stuck between her fingers and the cup in her hand.
"So, erm… Have you heard of Beauxbatons?" Miss Nancy asked the question at a rather rapid speed.
Hermione was confused for a moment and she put her hands flat on the table. The last thing she would have expected in a muggle café in Geneva, was being asked about Beauxbatons. But then, she was a witch after all, and the magical world was small. She quickly composed herself and smiled at the young woman, who now looked positively terrified.
"I have heard of Beauxbatons. Would you care to join me?"
Miss Nancy exhaled loudly and slid into the chair opposite Hermione.
"I am so sorry, I made a complete fool of myself, but I thought that was the best way of finding out." Miss Nancy smiled sheepishly. "I was very impressed with your talk, and then I spotted you just now. I initially only wanted to express my congratulations, but then I saw you reading that charms magazine…" The young woman shrugged her shoulders.
"Thank you, Miss Nancy", Hermione said with a smile on her face.
"Clemency, please. Call me Clemency, Dr Granger."
"Alright, Clemency. No need to call me Dr Granger then either, Hermione will do."
The young woman nodded happily.
"So, Hermione. How is it that you lecture at a Muggle university, being a witch and all?"
Hermione tried to hide how uncomfortable this topic made her by smiling friendly, but she rubbed her fingertips against the table top to keep her calm.
"I believe some muggle academic fields complement wizarding studies very well. I studied in both worlds for the last few years to keep all my options open. How come you attended a lecture at a Muggle university?"
Hermione was genuinely interested as well.
"I am in my last year of chemistry. My father is a healer and Potions master. I am going to work in our family business, and he believes that there is a lot to learn from Muggle chemistry. I do it alongside my Potions mastery. Papa actually used to study here himself." Clemency smiled broadly and took a sip of her drink. "When I heard about your public lecture, I thought it would not hurt to visit the department of social sciences. And I have to say once more, I thoroughly enjoyed your talk."
Hermione was impressed. It was very rare to find wizards or witches that combined both, magic and non-magic subjects, just like she did. Although Clemency did it for different reasons.
She finished her coffee and smiled at the waiter before he took away her mug.
"Clemency, would you like to introduce me to Geneva's wizarding quarter? I didn't think I'd have the chance, but I also didn't expect to be meeting any witches or wizards here. What do you think?"
Maybe she would get to go to some wizarding shops, she hadn't been to Diagon Alley in a while. It was unsettling, but maybe a foreign wizarding place would do her some good.
"Oh, well Geneva doesn't have a wizarding quarter!", Clemency said. "The next closest place would be Arraxy, a small town in France very close to the Swiss and Italian borders. It's where I am from, and it is entirely magic."
After settling the bill, they decided to apparate separately. Clemency had only recently passed her apparition test and wasn't too comfortable with side along apparition. She scribbled an address on a paper napkin.
"You can apparate there. You don't need to visualise it", she said and left the café a moment later. The napkin read Saint Nancy d'Arraxy l'Hôpital Magique.Hermione was a little bit sceptical, but it seemed only reasonable to be able to access a hospital without having been there before.
She landed in a large, busy foyer. Everything was white around her, the floor, the walls, and the robes people were dressed in. The ceiling was chanted just like the one in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, and it was sunny outside with only some stray snowflakes swirling around.
Clemency was talking to an elderly man at the reception desk and Hermione walked towards them.
"Ah, there you are!", Clemency greeted her. "Papa, this is Dr Hermione Granger."
Hermione smiled friendly at the man and shook his hand. He looked professional in his white healer robes and had generally a very friendly appearance.
"Nice to meet you, Dr Granger!" The man had a strong grip. "My name is Guillaume Nancy. My daughter told me she would be attending your guest lecture in Geneva. How come you are lecturing at a Muggle university? I believe you're of magical birth, seeing you here in Arraxy?"
"The pleasure is mine, Mr Nancy."
Hermione never really knew how to explain how she had gotten into Muggle academics. She liked to pretend that there wasn't a specific reason other than that she liked researching and was genuinely interested in non-magical topics, which wasn't a lie, but also not the whole truth.
"I am muggle born actually, and I decided to pursue muggle academics alongside my magical studies, just to keep all the options open to myself", she explained. "I really enjoy anthropology and sociology and it ties in nicely with the magical academic fields I am working in."
"That is exactly what I am thinking, Dr Granger." Mr Nancy looked very pleased. "The wizarding folk is missing out on a lot, by not considering any of the muggle studies." He then turned to Clemency. "Could you work through some of my papers, Clemency. I am rather busy with meetings this afternoon."
Hermione could hear that the first bit of what he said was not really a question. Clemency looked slightly uncomfortable, but not in a negative way.
"Dr Granger was hoping so see some of Arraxy, Papa."
Mr Nancy nodded understandingly. "Well, I will work on the papers later then."
"I can find my way around Arraxy by myself, that is no problem at all." Hermione smiled at Clemency. "Thank you for letting me know about it in the first place. I wouldn't be here if you hadn't told me about it."
"Well, Dr Granger, if you are not busy later tonight, how about we take you out for dinner" Mr Nancy proposed. "My wife and I run the local pharmacy. You will easily find it just off the main street. If you would like to meet us there at 6pm?"
She liked the idea and didn't mind apparating back to London a little bit later than planned. Hermione agreed and soon later left the hospital to discover Arraxy.
The town had a lovely charm. All the buildings looked very typically middle European. Their roofs as well as the streets were covered in snow at the end of February. Hermione smiled inwardly, thinking she had never seen such a bright place, first the all-white hospital and now the all-white town.
Wandering around for a while, Hermione came to the conclusion that this place was definitely bigger than Diagon Alley. The town centre was the lowest part of the settlement and had a very welcoming character. From the main street one could look up and see the snow-white French alps all around. Houses lined the streets that lead uphill, and some of them were clearly held in place magically; the angles at which they were built would defy any rule of gravity.
Hermione found the Nancy pharmacy, but decided to go there later. She walked down another little street and came across a bookshop. Naturally, she couldn't resist and about two hours later she queued to buy an exorbitant number of books. They were all in French or German, but she would just use magic to work through them. Her French wasn't very good, and she had been using her own translation spell during the whole time in Geneva. Just as the girl behind the till scanned the books with her wand, Hermione remembered that she didn't get any wizarding money.
"I am so sorry, but could you hold those books back for me. I have to go and find a bank to get some money." She smiled apologetically at the young woman.
"Oh, you know, we do take Euros."
Hermione looked at her surprised. "Really?"
"Yes, yes. Ever since muggle France introduced the Euro the wizarding government decided to use it too. It's much easier that way."
Hermione was positively impressed and pulled her purse out. She realised she only had Franks.
"We take those too. A lot of Swiss witches and wizards come to Arraxy." The woman smiled and indicated Hermione should give her the money.
She payed and shrunk the books to put them in her beaded handbag. She had often thought about getting rid of the bag, as it reminded her too much of their time on the run, but now she was rather glad she still had it. Of course, she could have just charmed a new one, but she liked the one she had, and the war was nearly exactly ten years over now. It didn't really bother her too much anymore.
A quick tempus charm told her it was half past five. She made her way to the pharmacy, thinking she'd still have enough time to have a look around and check out their ingredients. She didn't spend much time on potions anymore, ever since she left Hogwarts, but it was still interesting to see what kind of things they stocked. The climate was different, and they had better access to some rare ingredients that only grew in specific regions of Europe.
Walking the streets, she felt weirdly comfortable. It was extremely cold, and her toes hadn't warmed up during her time in the bookshop, but she didn't mind.
Nobody was paying her much attention, not at all like in England. Whenever Hermione was out in wizarding Britain people recognised her and whispered whilst throwing her glances. Occasionally, someone would walk up to her and strike a conversation. There was no malice behind any of it, but all the publicity and celebrity status were annoying and tiring sometimes.
Publicity was mainly about why she hadn't started a magic career, hadn't married and didn't have any children yet. Not to mention the various invitations she got to official events, where suitors lined up and competed for her attention. It seemed as if being a single woman made her inevitably a product on a market that she didn't want to be on.
The anonymity here in France was similar to muggle England, where nobody knew her either and she enjoyed it very much.
She entered the pharmacy and was greeted by an herby and fresh scent. The shop was tidy and orderly, but a rather adventurous experience for Hermione's sense of smell. There were scents she could identify; dittany, rosemary, mint and monkshood. But also scents she couldn't identify; fruity, spicy and tangy. She looked through the shelves, examining everything and getting drunk on the fragrances.
It was fairly busy for a Wednesday afternoon and a young man offered her some help in case she needed any. She thanked him and continued strolling through the aisles. At the back of the shop she heard two people talking. Hermione could see a woman and she wondered if it was Mrs Nancy, the owner.
"The new legislations should take effect from May, that would give you two moon cycles to brew. Can I expect two batches of the improved wolfsbane potion?"
Hermione wondered what legislation they were talking about. In England you could barely get a wolfsbane potion, and in batches not at all. It required some incredibly expensive ingredients as well as a very capable Potions master.
"That should be manageable."
At the sound of the other person's voice the blood in her veins froze. It seemed scratchy but familiar. The man coughed slightly and continued: "Will Guillaume have some updates on the developed treatment plans tonight?"
"I should hope so."
Hermione could see the woman walk away in her peripheral view, but she didn't dare to take the two steps she needed to see who the other person was. She remained still where she was, listening concentratedly in case he would speak again.
Could it be? No, she shook her head. He was dead.
"Can I help you?"
Hermione jumped at the voice that came from behind her. She turned around to see the woman who she thought was Mrs Nancy. She looked friendly, with a broad smile on her face and no less authoritative than her husband.
"Oh, no. Erm…" Hermione stammered. "No, thanks. I am just browsing."
She gave the woman a smile and gestured her hand towards the shelves. Then she quickly made her way to the back of the shop, aiming for a bookshelf that seemed to be stacked with guidebooks on herbs, plants and other potions ingredients.
Her eyes wandered aimlessly over the titles, whilst her mind was still racing. She pulled out a book named Rare Alpine Herbs and their use in Medicinal Potions. Just as she opened the book to have a look at the outline, she heard his voice again.
An extreme and sudden surge of adrenaline rose up in her and her gaze automatically wandered down the aisle.
She could see the man in perfect profile, but was it him? He stood behind a high desk and was bent over a pile of notes, handing a few sheets over to the woman that Hermione had named Mrs Nancy. The resemblance was uncanny, he looked almost exactly like Professor Severus Snape. But he also looked completely different. If it wasn't for the very distinctive voice, Hermione would not have looked twice.
He was tall and lean, and his hooked, large nose was very present. His hair was black and long, but for some odd reason he had tied it in a bun at the back of his head, and it had also gone a bit grey at the temples. What gave Hermione the ultimate shock, was the full beard on his face. This could not in Merlin's four-hundred-forty years be Severus Snape.
He talked quietly to Mrs Nancy and Hermione stared at him for a good few minutes. She was petrified. For all she knew, Severus Snape was dead and here stood a man so much like and also unlike Severus Snape, it was frightening.
"Hermione!" Clemency popped out from between two shelves. "You're already here. How did you like Arraxy?"
Hermione didn't answer Clemency, as right in the moment when he heard her name, the mysterious maybe-professor's head spun around to her. In that moment Hermione eliminated the 'maybe' and was very certain that it was him. His black eyes looked at her, cold and without any expression in them.
They stared at one another for only a few seconds and Hermione didn't even dare to blink. After what felt like half an eternity, Snape looked away and calmly gathered the sheets from the desk. She quickly composed herself just as Clemency walked up to her.
"Are you alright?" The woman's eyes wandered into Snape's direction.
"Yes, I am." Hermione closed the book and showed it to Clemency. "I might get this one."
"That is Septimus Prince", Clemency said, nodding towards Snape. "He works here, I study potions under him." She looked at Hermione with a cheeky grin on her face. "A lot of witches try to get his attention, but he is rather moody. I don't particularly like him."
Hermione's cheeks flushed. "I am not trying to get his attention."
"Are you not?"
Hermione couldn't help but get a little bit annoyed with Clemency. She liked the girl, but she did not really think the younger woman's preposterous allegation was very appropriate. She also had too much going on in her head at that moment, as to really care for Clemency's elaborations of Snape's popularity with women.
"No, I am not." Her no-nonsense tone left no room for speculation. "He just seemed very familiar."
Hermione shrugged her shoulders and indicated that she would go and buy the book. When she handed it over to the nice man behind the till, she noticed Snape in a room behind the counter. From the angle that she was at she could see half his body. He was sat at a desk, writing something and a blind man could have seen how tense his shoulders were.
"Dr Granger!"
Hermione got startled by Mr Nancy who suddenly blocked her view of Snape.
"You weren't thinking of buying this, were you?" He took the book into his hands and examined it.
"Yes, I was going to buy it. Would you not recommend it?"
Mr Nancy smiled at her. "Absolutely, it is a very useful guide." He put it into a nice-looking paper bag and handed it over to her. "It's on the house. Clemency couldn't stop talking about your informative lecture all afternoon."
The girl looked embarrassed but smiled.
"Consider it an act of friendship", Mr Nancy added.
"That is very kind of you, sir. Thank you very much."
Hermione took the bag just as Mrs Nancy joined them from behind one of the many shelves.
"Armita, have you met Dr Hermione Granger yet?", Mr Nancy introduced them to one another.
"I have seen her browsing the shop, yes!" The woman smiled and shook Hermione's hand. "Armita Clemency, nice to meet you Dr Granger."
So, she was not Mrs Nancy after all.
"Please, do call me Hermione."
She was smiling friendly at all of them, trying to hide how jittery she actually was. Snape was still sitting at the desk in the other room, not making any noise. She was wondering if he was listening, but she didn't dare to look into his direction again.
He clearly did not want to be recognised. He looked nothing like his old self and was working under a pseudonym. She couldn't blame him, the Daily Prophet and Wizarding Britain hadn't been too kind to him, even after the war.
"I got your message earlier", Armita said to Guillaume Nancy then turning back to Hermione. "Had I known it was you, I'd have offered you a hot drink!"
"Oh, don't worry!" Hermione waved her off. "I had a great time looking around."
They started talking about some of the rarer ingredients that the pharmacy stocked, and Hermione thought it was a shame she wasn't around much longer to actually buy some and take them back to London.
She didn't brew potions anymore, but she was on good terms with Penny Haywood, who was teaching potions at Hogwarts. She was married to Ron, who had joined George in running the joke shop. They had bought Zonko's in Hogsmeade and Ron was in charge of that branch. It worked very well for the both of them, they had bought a house in Hogsmeade and Penny walked to work every day.
"Well, if you are not under time pressure, I can call on a friend of mine who owns a hotel. He usually has a spare room", Guillaume proposed. "If you want to stay for a couple of days, I will send him an owl right now."
Hermione didn't need to think about that. She really liked Arraxy and even if it wasn't for the pretty little town, there were plenty of muggle sights in the area that she could explore. And there was a certain Septimus Prince.
"I'd really like that. Thank you, Guillaume."
"Well, shall we head out for dinner then." Clemency suggested and they all agreed.
"Prince, will you be locking up?", Guillaume asked Snape.
"Actually", Armita interrupted. "I think he should join us for dinner."
Hermione felt the familiar, sudden rush of adrenalin again.
Snape cleared his throat. "Thank you, but I am rather busy."
"Come on, dear. What could you possibly have to do? We are completely stocked, there is nothing pressing."
Hermione froze in shock. She didn't consider that Armita was not one of Snape's students and thought her tone with him was rather daring.
She expected Snape to lash out at Armita, and he didn't disappoint.
He rose from the chair and slowly turned around, an utterly annoyed expression on his face. Walking towards them, he stopped just in front of the doorframe. Hermione couldn't help but feel tiny under his disdainful eye, although he wasn't even looking at her directly. His voice was dripping with venom when he spoke again.
"Contrary to everyone's belief, I do in fact have a life and private interests. And whilst it is not my wish to share any of them with you, I can assure you that, as exhilarating as this little dinner party of yours sounds…" He gestured bounteously at the group, "…I have better things to do." To underline his words, the trace of a sneer tucked on one of the corners of his mouth.
Armita wasn't surprised by his harsh words, but it clearly bothered her. Hermione tried to seem busy, eying some bezoars that were individually wrapped in a sale box next to the till. However, she couldn't help but carefully look at Snape when he let out a sigh.
"I will lock up." His voice and expression had lost a bit of malice. "Enjoy your dinner."
They made their way to a quaint little restaurant. It wasn't fancy, and Hermione just shoved her coat, scarf, hat and gloves behind her back onto the bench. The family explained they came here regularly with all of them being rather busy, working and studying. Hermione also worked out, that Clemency did in fact have her name by combining both her parents' surnames. Apparently, that practice wasn't uncommon in wizarding France.
She learnt that Guillaume Nancy, and through him Clemency, were descendants of Saint Nancy of Arraxy, a healer from the thirteenth century. Every member of the Nancy family tree had been a healer since 1247. They had founded the hospital only a few decades after Saint Nancy's death on the grounds of her burial place.
The food was lovely, and Hermione really enjoyed herself, but she noticed that Armita still seemed bothered by Snape's behaviour.
"He just hasn't acted like this in a long time", she explained when Guillaume told her to let it go. "I can't help but wonder what triggered him, but who knows. The man is a ticking timebomb."
"I know, darling. But we all have a bad day from time to time."
Hermione didn't join in with this conversation, as she didn't want to be too nosey. She decided to just listen carefully.
They soon talked about other things, but she couldn't stop her thoughts from constantly wandering back to Snape. When Guillaume started talking about the meeting he had earlier today, her mind was getting exactly what it wanted. More information on the former Potions Master.
"The legislations will take effect from May, just as expected, but we can only start giving out prescriptions in July. Wizards and witches with lycanthropy are being informed by the start of June, and we will assess everyone on our register first. Not everyone with werewolfery might be in a condition to be put on a prescription yet. Some of them will need to be monitored at Saint Nancy's."
Hermione was absolutely stunned.
"I can understand if you're not allowed sharing any of this information", she said. "But are you saying werewolves can receive the wolfsbane potion on prescription in France?"
"Not yet." Guillaume smiled. "But from May that should be the case."
Hermione's mind was racing. The wolfsbane potion was incredibly difficult to make and the ingredients were rare and accordingly expensive.
"This is extraordinary!" Hermione couldn't hide her excitement. "How is the health system coping with this? The wolfsbane potion isn't the cheapest potion to brew."
"Well!" Guillaume laughed and his eyes were filled with pride. "It's been a long way! I am happy to elaborate if you are interested."
Clemency leaned over and whispered loudly, so that clearly everyone can hear: "He considers this his biggest achievement, you have no other choice but to be interested!"
They all laughed but Hermione was dead serious.
"I have no doubt this is your biggest achievement. In England werewolfery is an extremely sensitive topic. There is nearly no access to proper medication and very little interest in a werewolf's welfare. Please do elaborate!"
"My younger brother is a werewolf and until a few years ago the situation in France wasn't any different to the situation in England. I grew up seeing him suffer every month and it was just terrible."
Remembering Professor Lupin's transformation in her third year, Hermione could only imagine what it must be like seeing a family member in that situation.
"It is actually the reason for my profession. I started to do a mastery in Potions, but I very quickly realised that being a Potions master wasn't going to change the way werewolves were treated. Yes, I could brew the wolfsbane potion, but the production is regulated by the French Ministry of Magic. I believe that is also the case in England?"
Hermine nodded.
"I wanted to make sure werewolves were guaranteed medical attention and therefore possibly better inclusion in the society."
Hermione was fascinated by this man. He represented so much of what she believed in.
"So, I trained to become a healer, just like all of my ancestors. It became obvious very soon that it was my true profession. While I am good at potions, the healing profession runs in the family. It is basically in my blood, my DNA. Anyway, I finished my training and it took some years, but I eventually managed to setup a scheme that guaranteed free medical examinations for any werewolf who wanted it. Whilst not all werewolves can afford the wolfsbane potion, the majority of them appreciate medical attention before and after their transformation. The scheme involves providing them with nutrition and exercise plans, an inspiration I took from muggle medicine."
He seemed very proud about that. Hermione admired him. He was of such ancient magical ancestry, but not too proud to relate to muggle methods.
"Although lycanthropy is mainly a magical condition, it is also a hormonal condition. You cannot treat it as such, but the right nutrition can in some cases influence the mood stability during the week before the transformation. Physiotherapy in the broader sense, like exercise plans and joint mobilisation, is very effective after the transformation."
"I have never thought about it like that. That is incredible."
Hermione was stunned.
"The real progress took place when Septimus Prince joined the business ten years ago." Hermione thought she had been very attentive the whole time, but at the mention of Snape's pseudonym her senses peaked.
"He was, and still is, just as interested in the werewolf cause as I am. I think a friend of his was a werewolf. He mentioned it once."
Hermione put that information away for later.
"And believe me if I tell you this: Septimus is the finest Potions master I have ever met in my entire life. My skills come nowhere near his, and Clemency here…", he looked proudly at his daughter. "… is very lucky to be training with him. He has refined and absolutely perfected the art of potion making."
Hermione knew Snape was one of the best, but hearing another man say it like that made her very proud for some reason. She had been taught by him as well, after all.
"He has developed an improved version of the wolfsbane. Basically, one only needs to take one potion a week before the transformation. Additionally, it doesn't just maintain the human sense of self during the transformation, but it also greatly reduces the pain the individual experiences."
"Sn-", Hermione coughed. "Septimus created such a potion?" She quickly caught herself.
"He did indeed." Guillaume nodded thoughtfully. "An unequalled talent this man has. He said he had been working on it for years, but previous employments wouldn't leave him with enough time for independent research. It took him a while, but about eighteen months ago he had the potion patented. He wanted me to go and claim the work as my own, the lunatic. I dragged him into the ministry."
"So, what is the French Ministry's stand on this?", Hermione inquired.
"Well, this is what today's meeting was about. Due to all the work done over the last two decades, there is a fairly accurate register of people with werewolfery at Saint Nancy's. In the last decade there have only been a very small number of werewolf attacks. The ministry wants to keep it that way. Some people with lycanthropy have been taking the newly developed potion under supervision, since Septimus got the patent. From May, Saint Nancy's will be allowed to give out prescriptions to werewolves whose condition is under control. At least as far under control as it can be with the current methods. For now, only we can hand out those prescriptions, but once we have collected more data it should become a nationwide standard, including the hospitals in Paris and Aquitaine."
Hermione showered Guillaume with compliments and congratulations. She truly thought it was a ground-breaking achievement.
Her thoughts circled around Snape and she couldn't help but wonder if this could have been the situation in England if he were still there. But England was blissfully unaware of the fact that Snape was even alive. He was alive, and he helped form the future for the better. Again.