As the routine goes: I do not own any of these characters. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: I made a few mistakes on my last chapter that I'd like to fix. I'll probably re-place the document with a new one without the mistakes, but just for those who already read it: When Dumbledore and Hermione explain 'why' she's there, I put because of her O.W.L.S. and N.E.W.T.S., but last night, I realized that she took her O.W.L.S. at the end of fifth year, sooooo… scratch that part, mmkay? The other mistakes are just typo worthy or I got a name mixed up, so, if anyone sees any other major mistakes, could you tell me? Also! Thank you guys for the reviews! Every time I get one, I feel encouraged to write more and earlier than I planned. This chapter is slightly iffy. I'm not feeling too well and I've been in a bad mood today, so if it seems a bit off, that's my own fault. I'm sorry about that, if it is! And another thing, if I don't update tomorrow, I wont have another chapter posted until next Monday or Tuesday. Alright, on with the story! - Min
Poll: So far, the poll of, "Should Hermione become friends with Severus Snape" stands as:
Yes: 2
No: 0
Yes and No: 1
Thank you the-kaiba-heir, darkforces, and wally4ever for your opinions! So, so far, they are going to become friends.
Hermione was just walking back up to the castle around noon, burdened with her packages containing new robes, clothes, personal items, books, and other things she would need for her stay. She was thrilled to have her wand again, even if it was just bought. She had spoken to Professor McGonagall about her classes and the older woman had told her that she would have her schedule ready by Monday.
Hermione was eager to start her classes. She wanted to know how advanced they were in this time era. Of course, they wouldn't be teaching such complex magic like they did in her time because there wasn't such a huge threat on the community by dark wizards. Then, Hermione realized with a start, that she wouldn't have to worry about helping Harry save the world from Voldemort like she had all those previous years.
But then, thinking about Harry and Ron going up against the Dark Lord by themselves made her feel like a betrayer, and she felt horrible. What would she do if something bad happened to them? Even if she wasn't the strength of the trio, she was the one that had kept her friends from doing rash things. She gave herself credit for that.
While Professor McGonagall walked with her to the Gryffindor tower, she spoke to the professor about her classes and what this time was like. She found, to her disappointment that the sixth years here were learning most of what she did in the middle of her fifth year.
From what McGonagall told her, Hermione's time change was known to a majority of the professors in the school. Professor Dumbledore had thought it would be better for the other teachers to know in case something drastic happened and also so they wouldn't be so impulsive against her.
When her and McGonagall reached the portrait of the fat lady, Hermione was told the password; Courage United. They walked through the portrait and entered the common room.
It was just like it was in Hermione's time, except there were people that she didn't recognize in it. When they stepped into the room, everyone turned to see who it was. When they saw that it was 'the new girl,' everyone got quiet.
"This is the Gryffindor Common Room, Hermione." Professor McGonagall said loudly, covering up for the silence. "Your dormitory is over there, up the girls staircase. You'll find your room by looking at the names on the doors. If you need anything, please ask one of the Prefects, Mr. Lupin, or Miss Evans. I will see you in classes on Monday, Miss Granger."
The older woman nodded to her and left the common room, leaving Hermione standing in the spotlight. Hermione looked around nervously, all eyes on her, then she made her way to the girls dormitories. She climbed up staircase to the sixth year landing, then walked slowly down the hall. The girl checked each of the golden plaques on the doors, looking for her name. On one of the rooms farther down the hall, she saw her name etched into the golden plate, along with three other names; Lily Evans, Alice Rowan, and Erica Goodman. (A/N: Alice Rowan is Neville's mother. I didn't know her maiden name, so I just made one up and Erica Goodman is a character of my own. 0.o;) Hermione opened the door quietly and slipped inside.
When she stepped in, she acknowledged that it looked almost like the dormitory that she had, except for the hangings and beds looked newer and less used, there were posters of people she didn't know hanging up on the walls, and the carpet was fluffier, showing less signs of being trod on. Inside of the room, she noticed that there were two girls, who had been chatting happily to each other before she came in, and now they were looking at her.
"Hello." Said a redhead who was sitting on a bed facing the door.
"Hi." Hermione replied nervously.
"You're Hermione Granger?" The redhead asked her, tilting her head to the side while eyeing the girl who just entered the room.
"Yes. I am." She said, then she noticed the girls eyes. They were bright green orbs, exactly the same shape and color as Harry's. "You're.. Lily Evans?"
"Yes, I am." The other girl smiled at her. "This is Alice Rowan."
The other woman had light colored hair and dark brown eyes, a gentle, carefree look on her face. She smiled and waved at Hermione with a quiet 'Hello.' and then turned back to Lily.
Lily and the other continued talking, and Hermione walked over to the spare bed that she figured was hers. She placed all of her newly bought things on her bed and organized her stuff, hanging her robes on the few hooks lining the wall by her bed and then she placed her books and other stuff in the trunk that had been at the end of her bed. Hermione sat down on her mattress with its fluffy golden comforters and sheets and took off her painful high heels that she'd been having to wear all day and then closed the curtains around her bed.
She pulled out a new pair of clothes that she had bought; a light blue sweater with a black skirt that went down to just above her knees. She pulled off the lavender dress and examined the pattern on her stomach again.
The bruise was a darker shade of purple than it had been that morning, and the marks on her stomach had turned a dark red color. She mumbled to herself about having to go get that checked out later as she changed clothing. She was just pulling on her sweater when someone called her name. Hermione stuck her head out to see Lily and Alice standing now, facing her.
"Yes?"
"Would you like to go to lunch with us?" The redhead asked.
"You don't mind?" Hermione questioned, surprised by the offer.
"Of course we don't." She smiled. "You dressed?"
"Yeah, hold on though. I need to put on my shoes." Hermione told her and slipped on her knee high socks then her shoes and threw a cloak over her shoulders.
She walked out from behind the curtain and followed Alice and Lily out of the dorm and down the staircase again. The room was emptier than it had been when Hermione had entered with Professor McGonagall.
"So, how do you like it so far?" Alice asked Hermione cheerfully.
"It's wonderful so far. The grounds are so beautiful. I think I might take a walk around the lake later, after a trip to the library." Hermione told her in an equally cheerful voice.
"Oh, you like to read?" Lily asked.
"Yes. I spend most of my time reading and studying. Most of my friends from home called me a book worm." Hermione replied, wrinkling her nose. "Not to mention my 'enemies' called me a insufferable know-it-all."
"How mean." Alice cried. "I don't see how people can be so rude."
"I agree." Lily huffed. "Like Potter and his friends. They always go after poor Severus. I don't know what that boy does to them to make them so mad."
Hermione's eyes widened at the thought of her potions professor attending school with her and being her age. It just didn't seem natural. Curiosity got to her and she asked, "What do James and his friends do to him?"
The redhead made a face, then told her, "It's mostly just James and Sirius that do things. Remus is too nice and he's a Prefect. Peter just sits there and watches them in awe, but what they do is they play awful pranks on the poor bloke. Just because he's a Slytherin, that doesn't mean they have to be that horrible to him."
"What kind of pranks?" Hermione questioned. The fact of hearing that her potions teacher had been teased and pranked when he was a teenager caught her attention. Was that why Professor Snape had hated Harry so much? Because of his father?
"They just do awful things to him. Hang him upside down for the whole school to see his knickers, hex him into the lake, jinx him in the halls, those kinds of things." Alice put in, nodding slightly.
"Oh." Hermione said. She felt slightly bad for her professor. She hadn't known things had been like that for him when he was a teenager.
Hermione was lost in her thoughts as the other two girls chatted to each other about the differences between full grown unicorns and baby unicorns when they entered the Great Hall. It was full of laughter and talking, and Hermione followed the two girls over to the Gryffindor table.
They sat down near the end of the table, Alice and Lily sitting across from Hermione. The redhead was still talking to her friend about the appearance of an adult unicorn, so Hermione listened while she picked up a biscuit and nibbled on it. She wasn't exactly hungry at the moment, though she usually never was. She'd always skip meals to go to the library and study or just read.
"Adult unicorns aren't exactly keen with men, and they aren't as trustworthy as the babies." Lily was ranting on.
"Do you think that Professor Grubblyplank will ever show us unicorns in person?" Alice asked more to herself than to anyone.
"She will." Hermione cut in.
"How do you know?"
Hermione was silent for a moment. She couldn't tell them that in her time, the professor had shown her and her class unicorns, so she just replied, "It's a type of ritual for all Care of Magical Creatures professors. I've already seen them, though, from where I came from, so I'm sure she'll be showing your classes sometime soon."
"Oh! You've already seen them? In person?" Lily was in awe. "What are they like?"
"Just like you explained them." Hermione told her dryly. She wasn't a big fan of unicorns, and in her class, all the girls just sat there 'ohing' and 'ahing' and Hermione had too much on her mind with Hagrid's disappearance.
Lunch moved on with Lily and Alice asking her questions about where she came from and what it was like, so Hermione told them she was originally from Beuxbaton (Ha ha, how original…). She waved off her accent by saying her parents moved to London shortly after she was supposed to go to go school, so she spent her summers and holidays in London.
Near the end of Lunch, Lily asked Hermione if she wanted to go take a walk to the lake since 'it's such a lovely day outside' and Hermione took the offer. They took their time as they left through the double doors and onto the grounds.
When they stepped outside, a cool, gentle breeze greeted them. The sky was overcast and the sun peeked out every so often, leaving weak rays of warmth falling over the dying grass of Hogwarts. The trees were colors of fire, the leaves dying and falling in piles at the base of each tree. The lake was a steely gray, small ripples forming along the shallow ends of the water as leaves landed with grace into the waters.
"So, what class is your favorite?" Hermione directed towards the girls as they slowly made their way to the back of the lake.
"Mine would be Defense Against the Dark Arts." Alice replied in a singsong voice.
"Charms here." Lily nodded. "What about yours?"
"I'm not too good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, but I do know a lot about it and even a few more advanced spells," Hermione trailed off, then continued, "But charms is one of my favorites, along with Arithmacy and Ancient Runes."
"Good classes." Lily smiled. "I take those classes too but I'm best at Charms."
Hermione smiled back. "I'm not really good at anything. I just read a lot. Everything I know is practically from books. Text material."
"Don't say that. You have talent. I can't remember a lot of stuff from books, so if you can memorize loads of things from textbooks then I'd say you are good at something." Alice piped up, looking at Hermione with gentle eyes.
Hermione couldn't help but smile broader. No one from her time had told her something like that. "Thanks."
"No thanks needed, Hermione. It's just the truth, you know?"
The three girls walked to the lake, Hermione being more talkative now that the other girls seemed to be excepting her. She never had many girl friends, besides Ginny, and it felt sort of… nice, having other girls to talk to. Though, Hermione still preferred the company of guys. She wasn't a girly girl who wore tons of makeup and spent hours fixing her hair. She was more of a boys girl, one that didn't spend all her time messing with how she looked. A tomboy of sorts, Ron had once called her. She grinned at that thought.
"What are you smiling about?" Alice wondered, sitting down at the edge of the lake with Lily plopping down next to her.
"Just something I remember one of my friends telling me back home." Hermione shrugged, flopping down on the springy, dying grass next to the redhead.
It was silent for a while, then Lily inquired, "What were your friends like?"
The brown haired girl smiled, looking up into the sky. "They were wonderful. I hung around guys mostly, because the girls were just… horrible." She wrinkled her nose for a moment before continuing. "I had one really good friend that was a girl, her name's Ginny. She sort of reminds me of you, Lily, though I haven't known you very long."
"Oh."
"Yeah. My other two best friends' names were Harry and Ron. Ron was Ginny's older brother. We went through a lot together…" The girl trailed off again, getting lost in her own thoughts.
"Do you have any pictures of your friends?" Alice asked, leaning back so that she could look at Hermione from the other side of Lily. Hermione stared at her, and nodded slightly. "Show us then!"
Hermione hesitated for a moment, then she unclasped the locket from around her neck. She opened it and handed it to Lily, who looked expectantly at her. "The girl is Ginny, and her brother is the one in the other side with matching hair. Harry's the dark haired boy standing with Ginny." She pointed to them.
"Harry looks just like James!" Lily exclaimed in shock.
"Yeah, I realized that…." Hermione mumbled.
"Wow. Messy hair and all. Isn't he cute Lily?" Alice asked her friend.
"I suppose he is." She smiled.
"Ah hah, so you would also think that James is cute too!" Alice cried triumphantly.
"What? No!" The redhead cried, shaking her head while her face turned a red to match her hair.
"What's that on his forehead?" Alice asked, ignoring her friend while squinting at the picture.
The other girl squirmed a bit. She didn't want to keep lying so she simply replied, "It's a scar he got when he was a baby."
"He still has it?" Alice asked her.
"Yeah. It was from a spell." Hermione took the locket back and put it back around her neck before looking out into the lake. "There's always those bad wizards in the world…"
The other two girls nodded in agreement, obviously taking her sudden mood change as a cue to drop it. Hermione was grateful that these girls knew not to drag subjects on. Hermione was thinking about the night that she had went with Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna to the Department of Mysteries. She had encountered loads of dark wizards there, or, Death Eaters. It was because of them that Harry suffered so much loss and Hermione felt some of it too. She hadn't known Sirius like he had, but his death was hard on everyone.
Hermione blinked rapidly a few times before turning her head to the side to listen to something on the grounds behind them; the noise caught her attention. She could hear voices drifting through the air, and they sounded all too familiar. She turned to see the Marauders standing in as a blockade in front of a student who had obviously been trying to go back up to the castle. Hermione stood up, Lily and Alice following suit.
"Oh, not this again." Lily groaned.
"What are they doing?" Hermione questioned as they began moving towards the Marauders.
"They're messing with Snape again." Alice rolled her eyes. "Honestly, those boys."
Hermione stared at the other figure standing alone in front of the Marauders, and noted with slight shock that it was a younger version of Snape. His hair hung down to his shoulders in a greasy curtain, hiding most of his face. He was clutching his wand in his right hand, pointing it at James' chest. Remus was standing farther back then the rest, and Hermione distinctively heard him telling James to drop it.
"James Potter, what are you doing?" Lily shouted, strutting forward ahead of Alice and Hermione. "How many times do I have to tell you to leave him alone!"
"Ah, Lils. You'll have to tell me more times than what you already have. Besides, this greasy git needs to learn some manners." He eyed the younger version of Snape with distaste then looked brightly back at Lily. "Will you go out with me?"
"No, now leave him alone, James." Lily told him, slight anger edging her words.
Hermione looked at the younger version of Snape again. He looked hesitant, determined, and scared at the same time. She'd never seen her potions professor scared before; it was slightly disturbing in a sense. He was standing still, his back slightly bent as he eyed James' wand, his eyes flicking over to Sirius who also had his wand drawn.
Lily and James were arguing, Lily winning for the most part. Hermione found it amusing, knowing that James wouldn't ever let anyone win an argument against him unless it was Sirius but this was Lily, his long time crush.
Peter stood beside Sirius, looking at awe as the other two boys, his fingers fidgeting against the hem of his robes. Remus had long since walked away, finding a nice place to sit under a tree with a book he had opened and was reading.
"James, Sirius, put your wands down, NOW!" Lily shouted at them.
"Sorry, Flower. I wouldn't do it even if McGonagall told me to. This git has it coming to him." Sirius flourished his wand slightly, glancing over at Lily.
"For what?" The redhead demanded, her hands now placed on her hips as she glared at Sirius. "The same reason you used the last one hundred times?"
"Exactly." Sirius shrugged and waved his wand at Snape, mumbling an incantation.
Hermione was beside herself, confused if she should help or not. She never liked Snape as a professor, but she didn't want to watch him getting tortured by the Marauders as a teenager. Before Sirius had even said the incantation, Hermione had whipped out her wand in a flash, pointed it at Snape and shouted, "protego!" She watched as Sirius' spell rebounded off of the shield and back at him, causing an amusing scene as he was lifted up into the air by his ankle.
James was startled at first as his best friend flipped upwards into the air, then he burst out laughing while he pointed at his friend who hung upside down, cursing loudly as his robes fell over his head. Lily looked at him in shock, then turned to see Hermione holding her wand out and smiled at her.
"Nice one, 'Mione." She laughed while Alice began to giggle.
"It's not right for them to be doing that to Severus." She mumbled more to herself than to anyone, feeling slightly odd after what she'd done. You just helped your future potions professor that you despise! Hermione told herself. Of course you're going to feel odd!
"Get me down from here!" Sirius shouted.
"Hold on, Mate." James laughed, then said the counter jinx on James so that he landed with a loud thump! on the ground.
"Who the hell did that?" The dark haired boy asked angrily as he rubbed the back of his head as he laid sprawled out on the ground, his hair and robes a tangled mess.
Hermione slipped her wand into her robes again and glared at Sirius. "That was a nasty thing to do, Sirius."
"What! It was you!" He shouted accusingly at her.
"Yes, it was. I wont have you doing that stuff while I'm around. It's cruel, and just because he's a Slytherin, that doesn't mean you have to do that kind of stuff to him." She huffed.
Sirius just glared at her and James laughed harder. Remus had came back over to them, wanting to find out what was going on and Peter filled him in on everything. Hermione caught the grin that Remus flashed at her, and she smiled to herself.
"That was great, Hermione." James was holding onto his gut now, obviously finding it funnier than the others. "What did you do? What spell was that?"
"It's called Protego. It's a shield charm." Hermione said simply as she looked around only to see that Severus had escaped. She figured he went back to the castle. "Sirius, James, if I see you two messing with Severus again, I'll do worse than that."
"What!" James yelped loudly, taking a step away from her, only to succeed in bumping into Sirius' legs. He fell backwards against the other boys legs, causing him to wince in pain as he landed heavily on him.
"Geroff me, Prongs!" Sirius whacked at the other boy as he rolled off of his legs.
"Sorry, Padfoot." James mumbled as he rolled to a stop at Lily's feet. "C'mon, Lils. Date me? Please?"
Lily blushed slightly, looking down at James with what she thought was a look of distaste. Hermione rolled her eyes. James was so determined to get Lily to date him but Lily was too stubborn to accept it. "You two love birds need to quit batting eyes at each other and just kiss already."
Lily looked at her in shock, her face turning a bright red. "W-What?"
"That was a joke, Lily." Hermione said slyly.
"Oh…" The redhead looked away. "I'm going back up to the common room to finish my transfiguration essay. You coming Alice? Hermione?"
"No, I'm going to head to the library." Hermione told her.
"Oh, alright. Coming, Alice?" Lily asked the light haired girl who nodded. "We'll catch you later, 'Mione."
"Right. Later." Hermione nodded, then turned her attention back to the guys, who were all standing up now.
"That was a brilliant shield charm you used, Hermione." James said, still not over what she'd done to Sirius.
"Yeah…" Hermione had to roll her eyes for the millionth time that day. "You should have seen Sirius' face."
"Hey! You weren't supposed to defend that bloke!" Sirius cried indignantly.
"You weren't supposed to be hexing him in the first place." The girl narrowed her eyes at the boy.
James shoved his friend lightly and said, "She's not going to let us get away with torturing Snivellus. Just drop it for now, Padfoot." His friend looked incredulously at him but shrugged anyways.
"Anyway, I want to head to the library--"
"I'll show you the way." Remus interrupted Hermione, who smiled.
"Alright."
"I'll catch up with you guys later." Remus waved to his friends and began walking back to the castle. Hermione waved at the others, sticking her tongue out at James and Sirius who looked at her and Remus as if they'd just turned into blast-ended skrewts; with disgust.
"Watch out for the books! I tell you, they'll attack you!" Sirius shouted loudly after them.
"Yeah yeah, I don't think we're going to be waltzing around, Padfoot." Remus said loudly over his shoulder.
Hermione laughed lightly, looking sideways at the younger Remus Lupin. He seemed so carefree compared to his older self. Of course, losing two of your best friends, having another one of your friends turn into a traitor, and having to deal with being a werewolf would leave him scarred.
Remus looked at her and noticed she was staring at him. His faced turned a shade pinker and he smiled nervously at her. "So… what are you planning on doing at the library?"
"Oh, I don't know." Hermione told him. "I might just go there to get a few books to read. I want to see what kind of books they have in this ti- I mean, in this school."
"You'll like it, I guarantee." The russet haired boy told her. "I go there to get away from the others. They hate it there. They'll only go in there to drag me out if I've stayed there all day."
Hermione laughed. "I always had to drag my friends in there." Hermione remembered all the times she had to get Ron and Harry into the library just to study or do essays and homework.
"I wouldn't try dragging James or Sirius in there." Remus laughed. "They'd scream like girls and Irma would make us leave." Hermione smiled, trying to imagine Remus dragging his friends into the library.
The rest of the way to the library was peaceful as Hermione and Remus spoke about their classes and books that they enjoyed reading. He told her that his favorite subject was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Hermione smiled knowingly to herself.
"What do you want to do when you leave Hogwarts?" Hermione asked him suddenly.
"This might sound stupid, but I really want to become a DADA professor." He blushed looking away.
"You know…" Hermione grinned and turned around so that she was walking backwards but also facing him. "I have a feeling you'll be a DADA professor, and a great one you'll make."
"You really think so?" Remus asked her, hope etched into his face.
"I don't think so, I know so." She turned around again, obvious to the grin plastered on the boys face.
They entered the library together after a while and Remus pointed out the sections of the library to her. Hermione already knew where everything was of course, so she just nodded and smiled.
"I can go to the restricted section also." He told her, a mischievous smile forming along the edges of his lips.
"Really?" Hermione asked.
"I'm on good terms with Irma." He told her. "Come on, I'll show you."
Hermione followed him, weaving her way through the many circular tables. Remus nodded to Madam Pince as he headed towards to restricted area, and Hermione smiled at her to be nice. Madam Pince hadn't really changed over the years, looking almost the same as she had in her time.
As she walked through the rows of books, she ran her fingers along the spines of the books. She'd never been allowed in the restricted section, but she had read a few choice books from it. As she walked down the third aisle, she saw a familiar book and picked it up.
Moste Potente Potions. Hermione smiled to herself and opened it up to the page that would show her how to make the Polyjuice Potions. When she found the page, she read it, memories of her second year coming back to her. She remembered how she had gotten the wrong hair from the person she'd chosen and turned into a half cat half human hybrid. Hermione didn't realize she had a smile on her face until Remus pointed it out.
"What are you smiling about?" He asked coming up behind her to look at was she was reading. "The polyjuice potion? That's highly advanced…"
"Yes, I know, but it brings back memories thinking about it." She told him.
"You mean you've made that before?" He questioned her in a exasperated voice.
She grinned broadly and nodded. "In my second year, with my friends Harry and Ron. We had plans on sneaking into our opposing house's common room."
"Wow." The boy just stared at her, wide-eyed and open mouthed.
"It's nothing to be shocked about. I've done better or worse things than that." She boasted and shut the book.
"I'm surprised James and Sirius haven't came up with that. They've tried sneaking into the Slytherin Common room millions of times but never got to it."
Hermione just laughed and walked down another isle of books. She stopped again and picked up another book labeled, Potions for transformation. She flipped through the index, reading the contents.
"Potions to help aid people who've been bitten by Vampires…" She said quietly to herself. "Potions to help cure redcap, pixie, and Runespoor bites."
"What's that?" Remus came up beside her again.
"It's just a book for cures or antidotes to help bites or diseases." She said offhandedly, continuing to scan the pages.
Remus stiffened beside her slight and let out a low sigh. "They just can't find cures to everything, though." Then he turned around and headed to another bookshelf.
Hermione watched him retreat, then smiled knowingly to herself. Dumbledore would soon get her the ingredients she needed to make the Wolfsbane Potions, and Remus wouldn't have to suffer so much during transformations. Hermione put the book back on the shelf and continued looking down the aisle, looking for anything that might be able to bring her back home.
Meanwhile, down in the dungeons, a boy sat in a dark corner with his knees drawn up to his chest. He had his eyes narrowed and his breathing was slightly ragged from his run through the castle. With his head tilted back against the cold stone, his hair fell out of his face, leaving his features more noticeable.
He had a slender face and a slightly crooked nose; it had been broken at least once. He wasn't handsome, but he wasn't exactly unattractive either. He was somewhere in between that, his dark eyes reflecting the dim candlelight across from the room. His robes were tightly wrapped around his thin frame and he shivered slightly in the cold air of the dungeon.
Severus wrapped his arms around his bony legs and rested his chin against his knees. He peered at the wall across from him, his thoughts continuously moving back to the girl who had helped him out on the grounds moments ago.
He'd skipped lunch and had been outside sitting under his favorite beech tree a bit away from the lake. He was reading a book on Dark Arts when he saw Potter and his friends coming out of the double doors and he decided he didn't want any part of their games so he had got up and tried to slip past the boys unnoticed, but Peter had to point him out to the ringleader and his groupies.
They'd stopped him and threatened him, calling him names and making fun of him like usual. He'd shot back a few retorts but otherwise remained quiet. Just when he thought he'd be hexed for sure, Lily and her friend came up with that 'new girl' everyone was pointing out.
He knew even with Lily telling them to stop they wouldn't. He had thought about making a break for it, but Black would have just jinxed him anyways. It was always Black and Potter. He had nothing against Lupin, and he didn't care about Peter, because he knew they'd never do anything to him. But the other two…
He'd listened to Lily yelling at Potter and then Potter's daft ways of asking the redhead out like usual. Black had gotten impatient with James, so he turned on Severus. He thought he'd be swung up in the air again like the other numerous time he'd been hexed when the new girl shouted a spell at him. He thought he was getting attacked two to one at first but was utterly surprised when Black's spell rebounded on himself; the new girl had helped him.
She was haunting him now, his every thoughts. No one had ever helped him, not even any of his fellow Slytherin's. They'd all turned him out as an outcast and used him for his talents when they needed them. Of course, in Slytherin, you'd never have anyone as a friend. Slytherin's were known for their ways of keeping to themselves and doing whatever would keep them and only them alive. Severus felt odd having someone help him…
He closed his eyes and shook his head. This new girl was nothing special. Sure, she'd helped him out, but that didn't mean anything. She could hex him just as easily as she'd helped him. The light in the room dimmed slightly and the boy sat there in his corner, thinking that the new girl might be different from the rest of the Gryffindor's…
A/N: Sorry, this Chapter is a tad bit shorter than I hoped it to be, but as I said in my first A/N, I'm not feeling too well. So, what do you guys think? I'll update as soon as I can. - Min