A Different Kind of Magic--UNDERGOING EDIT
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
68
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21,227
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86
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Currently Reading:
2
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A Friend of Despair
Thank you my wonderful beta VIVAvivacious! Love ya girl! JK rowling owns it all, I do not. No $$ made on this fic.
A/N: Don't get used to the double uploads every time I post as the story goes on. It gets a lot more involved and tougher to juggle the further we go. On the bright side, there is plenty written so lots of juicy bits to fly at you as soon as my awesome beta gets them back to me!
Severus woke with a start. He heard someone rustling around by the side of his bed, and like lightning, he snatched a very startled Dobby through the curtain.
“Who are you? What are you doing in here?” he rasped at his unknown captive.
“Professor Snape, it is only I, your loyal servant, Dobby. Please, Professor Snape, Dobby is not going to hurt the Professor. Headmistress McGonagall send Dobby to take care of Master Snape and Miss Hermione.”
Severus let go of Dobby’s arm,pulling back the curtain with a yank. He surveyed the house-elf with barely concealed contempt. “What time is it, Dobby? Why isn’t someone else with us?”
Dobby straightened, wringing his hands at the Professor. “It is close to dawn, Professor Snape. Dobby has orders from Headmistress McGonagall to watch after Master Snape and Miss Hermione.”
“You already said that, Dobby! Why are you the only one in here with me and Miss Granger?” Severus snapped impatiently.
“Dobby is sorry. Dobby is bad Dobby! Dobby must punish for being stupid!” Dobby began hitting himself over the head with a book.
Disgusted, the Professor shook his head. “Stop that! Just answer the question, you useless imp!”
Dobby ceased his self-harm with a smile on his face. “Dobby is happy Master Snape and Miss Hermione are safe at the castle. Dobby saw the Headmistress, Master Lupin, Miss Pomfrey, and Miss Ava go to their quarters for rest. Dobby was told to watch over you while they were gone. Dobby will take good care of you and Miss Hermione.”
Ava. He didn’t know any students or staff by the name of Ava, even though the name sounded somewhat familiar.
Frustrated with Dobby for referring to himself in the third person and wishing for a real human being to answer his questions, he risked asking one last set of them. “Dobby, where am I? Please tell me, how Miss Granger is doing? I seem unable to move very much… Poppy must have immobilized by legs. I can’t seem to move them.” Having to be nice to Dobby was killing him.
“Master Snape is in the dungeons at Hogwarts Castle. We is right next to Professor Snape’s old private rooms.”
That explained the lack of windows in the room. He knew exactly the chamber Dobby was referring to. No one had stayed in it since the Tri-Wizard Tournament, as far as he knew.
“Dobby has been sitting with Miss Hermione all night. Miss Hermione is resting, Professor Snape. Dobby heard Professor Remus and the Headmistress talking about Miss Hermione. Dobby heard them say her head is hurt real bad.” A small whimper escaped his lips, Dobby’s little feet shifting from side to side as he spoke.
“Thank you, Dobby, that will be all for now.” Severus was having a difficult time reconciling all the thoughts that swirled in his head. So many unanswered questions. He was going to be forced to wait until another member of staff came down to the dungeons. It was unbearable, having to rely on the house elf for information.
Dobby quietly brought a steaming cup of tea on a bedside tray with toast and jam. The professor quietly ate the toast and drank his tea, deep in contemplation. There was so much to be done. The first order of business was to get his wand back or procure a new one. He would have to ask Minerva about that. Shite! The thought struck him right between the eyes. ‘Minerva is Headmistress! Then who is Deputy Headmaster? Probably that fucking werewolf, Lupin,’ if he were to hazard a guess. ,‘The man was idiotic enough to blunder his way into the side of the Knight Bus without seeing it. It wouldn’t surprise me if his blind dumb luck landed him the job as Deputy Headmaster as all. Wait!‘ Another memory came to the forefront of his attention.
Severus lifted his hands in front of him, looking at them tremble slightly. He was still deathly tired. He should be able to do a simple wandless spell now that he was free of the non-magical field of the Manor. With no small trepidation, the wizard chose to try to levitate the empty cup of tea off the tray. Nothing happened. What? Even under the strain, I should be able to do a simple levitation spell!
He tried several different simple spells, none of which worked. A growing feeling of dread made his stomach curl into knots. His magic was gone. He could feel the same emptiness that was present during his stay at the Manor. No. No! Not my magic! Please Merlin NO!
I may as well be dead back at that fucking Manor for all the good it does me to be out of there, stripped of my magical ability! I’m worthless to them. Utterly, totally, fucking useless. When they find out, they’ll throw me into Azkaban faster than you can say Muttering Merlin’s Monkey Meat. I’m even more pathetic than a goddamn squib!’
Despair was starting to become something of a friend to him. It was all he was able to feel as the dawn rose outside the castle, and the denizens within stretched, calling out to each other in greeting, unaware of the unexpected guests under their feet.
A/N: Don't get used to the double uploads every time I post as the story goes on. It gets a lot more involved and tougher to juggle the further we go. On the bright side, there is plenty written so lots of juicy bits to fly at you as soon as my awesome beta gets them back to me!
Severus woke with a start. He heard someone rustling around by the side of his bed, and like lightning, he snatched a very startled Dobby through the curtain.
“Who are you? What are you doing in here?” he rasped at his unknown captive.
“Professor Snape, it is only I, your loyal servant, Dobby. Please, Professor Snape, Dobby is not going to hurt the Professor. Headmistress McGonagall send Dobby to take care of Master Snape and Miss Hermione.”
Severus let go of Dobby’s arm,pulling back the curtain with a yank. He surveyed the house-elf with barely concealed contempt. “What time is it, Dobby? Why isn’t someone else with us?”
Dobby straightened, wringing his hands at the Professor. “It is close to dawn, Professor Snape. Dobby has orders from Headmistress McGonagall to watch after Master Snape and Miss Hermione.”
“You already said that, Dobby! Why are you the only one in here with me and Miss Granger?” Severus snapped impatiently.
“Dobby is sorry. Dobby is bad Dobby! Dobby must punish for being stupid!” Dobby began hitting himself over the head with a book.
Disgusted, the Professor shook his head. “Stop that! Just answer the question, you useless imp!”
Dobby ceased his self-harm with a smile on his face. “Dobby is happy Master Snape and Miss Hermione are safe at the castle. Dobby saw the Headmistress, Master Lupin, Miss Pomfrey, and Miss Ava go to their quarters for rest. Dobby was told to watch over you while they were gone. Dobby will take good care of you and Miss Hermione.”
Ava. He didn’t know any students or staff by the name of Ava, even though the name sounded somewhat familiar.
Frustrated with Dobby for referring to himself in the third person and wishing for a real human being to answer his questions, he risked asking one last set of them. “Dobby, where am I? Please tell me, how Miss Granger is doing? I seem unable to move very much… Poppy must have immobilized by legs. I can’t seem to move them.” Having to be nice to Dobby was killing him.
“Master Snape is in the dungeons at Hogwarts Castle. We is right next to Professor Snape’s old private rooms.”
That explained the lack of windows in the room. He knew exactly the chamber Dobby was referring to. No one had stayed in it since the Tri-Wizard Tournament, as far as he knew.
“Dobby has been sitting with Miss Hermione all night. Miss Hermione is resting, Professor Snape. Dobby heard Professor Remus and the Headmistress talking about Miss Hermione. Dobby heard them say her head is hurt real bad.” A small whimper escaped his lips, Dobby’s little feet shifting from side to side as he spoke.
“Thank you, Dobby, that will be all for now.” Severus was having a difficult time reconciling all the thoughts that swirled in his head. So many unanswered questions. He was going to be forced to wait until another member of staff came down to the dungeons. It was unbearable, having to rely on the house elf for information.
Dobby quietly brought a steaming cup of tea on a bedside tray with toast and jam. The professor quietly ate the toast and drank his tea, deep in contemplation. There was so much to be done. The first order of business was to get his wand back or procure a new one. He would have to ask Minerva about that. Shite! The thought struck him right between the eyes. ‘Minerva is Headmistress! Then who is Deputy Headmaster? Probably that fucking werewolf, Lupin,’ if he were to hazard a guess. ,‘The man was idiotic enough to blunder his way into the side of the Knight Bus without seeing it. It wouldn’t surprise me if his blind dumb luck landed him the job as Deputy Headmaster as all. Wait!‘ Another memory came to the forefront of his attention.
Severus lifted his hands in front of him, looking at them tremble slightly. He was still deathly tired. He should be able to do a simple wandless spell now that he was free of the non-magical field of the Manor. With no small trepidation, the wizard chose to try to levitate the empty cup of tea off the tray. Nothing happened. What? Even under the strain, I should be able to do a simple levitation spell!
He tried several different simple spells, none of which worked. A growing feeling of dread made his stomach curl into knots. His magic was gone. He could feel the same emptiness that was present during his stay at the Manor. No. No! Not my magic! Please Merlin NO!
I may as well be dead back at that fucking Manor for all the good it does me to be out of there, stripped of my magical ability! I’m worthless to them. Utterly, totally, fucking useless. When they find out, they’ll throw me into Azkaban faster than you can say Muttering Merlin’s Monkey Meat. I’m even more pathetic than a goddamn squib!’
Despair was starting to become something of a friend to him. It was all he was able to feel as the dawn rose outside the castle, and the denizens within stretched, calling out to each other in greeting, unaware of the unexpected guests under their feet.