Everything I Do, I Do It For You
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
60
Views:
19,940
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189
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Everyone Has Their Own Point Of View
Chapter 12: Everyone Has Their Own Point of View
Ginny Weasley had promised herself she was not going to cry. Staring at the heavy oak door in front of her, she drew in a deep breath and took a few seconds to pull herself together. Knocking quite forcefully on the door, she waited for the familiar voice of Percy ‘The Prat’ Weasley to say, "Come in," before she entered the room. Slamming the door closed behind her, she marched across the office with her chin held firmly in the air. Stopping across from the desk where her older brother Percy was seated, she spoke in a very calm and collected voice.
"Everyone’s dead."
Ginny waited, holding her breath, for his response to her announcement.
"What are you on about? I have no time for practical jokes, as you can very well see I’m up to my neck in paperwork," Percy declared, waving his hands about in an aggravated manner.
"Jokes and paperwork! You-Know-Who attacked Hogwarts; some of the other students that were staying at Hogwarts are dead; Mum and Dad are dead; Harry and Ron are dead; Hermione’s missing; and you worry about paperwork?!" She would not cry. She would not.
"You-Know-Who whaaat? But he’s gone, he--did Fred and George put you up to this?"
Percy wanted it to be a prank. He didn’t want something so awful to be true. He wanted it to be the nothing more than his brothers’ inappropriate humour.
"No. Not this. Never something like this." She was crying. Damn it.
The realisation that this was no practical joke hit Percy like a ton of bricks and he enveloped his sister in a mighty hug, soothing her with his mutterings, until she finally calmed down enough to tell him what happened.
***
His patient, Miss Hermione Granger, had collapsed straight after the shock had set in that she had just described the scar on her forehead. Dr Lopes knew that she had not looked in a mirror since coming to Calan Park and this perplexed him. ‘How had she managed to describe a scar that she had never seen?’ Andrew pondered whilst sitting at his desk listening to the tape that had recorded their first session.
She had to be carried out of the room where she was swiftly given medication intravenously and secured to the bed in her room. She would sleep now, for at least eight hours, and when she awoke, they could and would continue their session.
***
Head Orderly Robert Finn was a man with secrets. Important secrets, involving important people. And he was pleased by the new patient, even if Dr. Lopes wasn’t. ‘Just wait until He finds out,’ Finn thought as he left the patient’s room. ‘He might even be grateful enough to let me leave this hellhole.’ That possibility made Finn very pleased indeed
***
Cornelius Fudge was pacing back and forth in his office. Dumbledore had just Flooed back to Hogwarts and Cornelius needed someone to pin this whole mess on. He knew it wouldn’t look good when this story was leaked out to the papers and he sure as hell wasn’t about to take the fall for this.
‘I’ll have to play out this next step very carefully,’ his inner voice said. Sighing, he threw his hands up in the air as a plan started to formulate in his head.
***
Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk pondering his next move. It was true that Severus Snape was a man of honour who would never break his word. It was also true that the ex-Death Eater was still capable of ruthlessness and would stop at nothing to get the job done. If anyone could track down Miss Hermione Granger, it was Severus.
Albus often remembered the younger man, as he had been seventeen years ago, battered and broken by Voldemort’s cruelty. He was desperate enough to be willing to grovel on hands and knees for his former Headmaster’s protection. In exchange, he had offered the deepest and darkest secrets of the Death Eaters and Voldemort’s inner circle. Severus had said he was willing to die to help Dumbledore defeat Voldemort and something in his eyes had convinced Albus of his sincerity.
In the present, though, Dumbledore still had a school to run. First, and perhaps least pleasant, was the hiring of new Professors to take over for those fallen in the final battle. Now, where to start looking for suitable candidates? He groaned inwardly as he pulled out a quill and a couple pieces of parchment from his desk drawer and started planning the colossal task ahead.
***
Sirius Black was storming around the lake cursing. He had thought the open air would do him some good, but it only infuriated him more. He had lost everything in the space of only a few days, and had a lot of pent up anger, grief, and survivor guilt to deal with.
"Why didn’t you just take me instead of Harry?" Sirius cried up to the sky and its uncaring God.
"Well what are you waiting for?" He screamed, "I’m still here."
He dropped to his knees, balled his head up in his arms, and wept.
***
Remus Lupin was sitting inside the Shrieking Shack gazing absently out the open window. He often came here to think, as most other people avoided the place at all costs. All of the few who might have come to seek him were either dead or grieving. Alone again, as he had been for most of his life. But just because the werewolf was used to that state of affairs didn’t mean he had to like it. Remus could feel the wolf in him wanting to howl out his own devastation and rage. It was too strong not to give in to a bit, so Lupin crossed the room and hurled the bed at the wall. It shattered. Feeling a little better, the werewolf went back to sit in the chair by the window and contemplate what he was going to do now.
***
Severus Snape was giddy and he didn’t even know why. When Dumbledore had pressed Hermione’s broken wand into his hand he thought that the old headmaster had known more than he was letting on. ‘Damn him and his stupid games, if he knows where she is, why doesn’t he just tell me?’ His odd sense of well-being began to leave, replaced by more familiar sensations of anger, frustration, and contempt. ‘But why didn’t he go and rescue her then? Was he too busy for the most brilliant student to ever grace Hogwarts?’ The Potions Master pondered on this thought for a second before brushing it aside. ‘Of course not, he was concerned over Hermione and if he knew where she was than he would go and get her.’ Severus gave up the monologue in his head. He knew what his job was. Dumbledore had given him free reign to find Miss Granger, however he could, and he would do so.
But first, he really needed a drink. Severus didn’t really remember the events of Malfoy Manor, thanks to the Headmaster’s Pensieve, but some residual effects of his ordeal remained. One drink became two, and then three, and before he knew it, Severus had gotten completely smashed.
***
A/N: Sorry everyone but I am in love with three men, one of whom is currently taken by Hermione and the other two who are mine all mine. Remus and Sirius... Seeing as this is Fan Fiction I took a couple of liberties and resurrected Sirius from the dead! Hey it's my story and I'll do as I please!!!! Please review!!!
A big thank-you goes out to my terrific BETA Eclipse she is wonderful...
Thanks to everyone who reviewed my work!!!
Disclaimer:- Not mine, though I took it to resurrect certain characters that I like, and decided to kill off ones that I don't...
Ginny Weasley had promised herself she was not going to cry. Staring at the heavy oak door in front of her, she drew in a deep breath and took a few seconds to pull herself together. Knocking quite forcefully on the door, she waited for the familiar voice of Percy ‘The Prat’ Weasley to say, "Come in," before she entered the room. Slamming the door closed behind her, she marched across the office with her chin held firmly in the air. Stopping across from the desk where her older brother Percy was seated, she spoke in a very calm and collected voice.
"Everyone’s dead."
Ginny waited, holding her breath, for his response to her announcement.
"What are you on about? I have no time for practical jokes, as you can very well see I’m up to my neck in paperwork," Percy declared, waving his hands about in an aggravated manner.
"Jokes and paperwork! You-Know-Who attacked Hogwarts; some of the other students that were staying at Hogwarts are dead; Mum and Dad are dead; Harry and Ron are dead; Hermione’s missing; and you worry about paperwork?!" She would not cry. She would not.
"You-Know-Who whaaat? But he’s gone, he--did Fred and George put you up to this?"
Percy wanted it to be a prank. He didn’t want something so awful to be true. He wanted it to be the nothing more than his brothers’ inappropriate humour.
"No. Not this. Never something like this." She was crying. Damn it.
The realisation that this was no practical joke hit Percy like a ton of bricks and he enveloped his sister in a mighty hug, soothing her with his mutterings, until she finally calmed down enough to tell him what happened.
***
His patient, Miss Hermione Granger, had collapsed straight after the shock had set in that she had just described the scar on her forehead. Dr Lopes knew that she had not looked in a mirror since coming to Calan Park and this perplexed him. ‘How had she managed to describe a scar that she had never seen?’ Andrew pondered whilst sitting at his desk listening to the tape that had recorded their first session.
She had to be carried out of the room where she was swiftly given medication intravenously and secured to the bed in her room. She would sleep now, for at least eight hours, and when she awoke, they could and would continue their session.
***
Head Orderly Robert Finn was a man with secrets. Important secrets, involving important people. And he was pleased by the new patient, even if Dr. Lopes wasn’t. ‘Just wait until He finds out,’ Finn thought as he left the patient’s room. ‘He might even be grateful enough to let me leave this hellhole.’ That possibility made Finn very pleased indeed
***
Cornelius Fudge was pacing back and forth in his office. Dumbledore had just Flooed back to Hogwarts and Cornelius needed someone to pin this whole mess on. He knew it wouldn’t look good when this story was leaked out to the papers and he sure as hell wasn’t about to take the fall for this.
‘I’ll have to play out this next step very carefully,’ his inner voice said. Sighing, he threw his hands up in the air as a plan started to formulate in his head.
***
Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk pondering his next move. It was true that Severus Snape was a man of honour who would never break his word. It was also true that the ex-Death Eater was still capable of ruthlessness and would stop at nothing to get the job done. If anyone could track down Miss Hermione Granger, it was Severus.
Albus often remembered the younger man, as he had been seventeen years ago, battered and broken by Voldemort’s cruelty. He was desperate enough to be willing to grovel on hands and knees for his former Headmaster’s protection. In exchange, he had offered the deepest and darkest secrets of the Death Eaters and Voldemort’s inner circle. Severus had said he was willing to die to help Dumbledore defeat Voldemort and something in his eyes had convinced Albus of his sincerity.
In the present, though, Dumbledore still had a school to run. First, and perhaps least pleasant, was the hiring of new Professors to take over for those fallen in the final battle. Now, where to start looking for suitable candidates? He groaned inwardly as he pulled out a quill and a couple pieces of parchment from his desk drawer and started planning the colossal task ahead.
***
Sirius Black was storming around the lake cursing. He had thought the open air would do him some good, but it only infuriated him more. He had lost everything in the space of only a few days, and had a lot of pent up anger, grief, and survivor guilt to deal with.
"Why didn’t you just take me instead of Harry?" Sirius cried up to the sky and its uncaring God.
"Well what are you waiting for?" He screamed, "I’m still here."
He dropped to his knees, balled his head up in his arms, and wept.
***
Remus Lupin was sitting inside the Shrieking Shack gazing absently out the open window. He often came here to think, as most other people avoided the place at all costs. All of the few who might have come to seek him were either dead or grieving. Alone again, as he had been for most of his life. But just because the werewolf was used to that state of affairs didn’t mean he had to like it. Remus could feel the wolf in him wanting to howl out his own devastation and rage. It was too strong not to give in to a bit, so Lupin crossed the room and hurled the bed at the wall. It shattered. Feeling a little better, the werewolf went back to sit in the chair by the window and contemplate what he was going to do now.
***
Severus Snape was giddy and he didn’t even know why. When Dumbledore had pressed Hermione’s broken wand into his hand he thought that the old headmaster had known more than he was letting on. ‘Damn him and his stupid games, if he knows where she is, why doesn’t he just tell me?’ His odd sense of well-being began to leave, replaced by more familiar sensations of anger, frustration, and contempt. ‘But why didn’t he go and rescue her then? Was he too busy for the most brilliant student to ever grace Hogwarts?’ The Potions Master pondered on this thought for a second before brushing it aside. ‘Of course not, he was concerned over Hermione and if he knew where she was than he would go and get her.’ Severus gave up the monologue in his head. He knew what his job was. Dumbledore had given him free reign to find Miss Granger, however he could, and he would do so.
But first, he really needed a drink. Severus didn’t really remember the events of Malfoy Manor, thanks to the Headmaster’s Pensieve, but some residual effects of his ordeal remained. One drink became two, and then three, and before he knew it, Severus had gotten completely smashed.
***
A/N: Sorry everyone but I am in love with three men, one of whom is currently taken by Hermione and the other two who are mine all mine. Remus and Sirius... Seeing as this is Fan Fiction I took a couple of liberties and resurrected Sirius from the dead! Hey it's my story and I'll do as I please!!!! Please review!!!
A big thank-you goes out to my terrific BETA Eclipse she is wonderful...
Thanks to everyone who reviewed my work!!!
Disclaimer:- Not mine, though I took it to resurrect certain characters that I like, and decided to kill off ones that I don't...