A Gift
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
34
Views:
2,214
Reviews:
45
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
memories
I know it\'s just a small glimpse of Sabine but you\'ll be getting more of her soon enough...
Dinner had been quiet, neither willing to break the silence after the day\'s revelations. She silently makes her way to her room, her mind still working on the problem at hand. She stares in the mirror at herself, wondering how he truly would react to a girl her age if the girl in question cared for him instead of hated him. She shakes her head, murmuring. \"Foolish thoughts.\" She slides into her bed, her eyes closing on their own as sleep finally claims her.
\"You are too quite, Gandmother.\" He sips at his firewhisky and stares into the fire.
She steps out o the shadows, her hands clasped before her. \"I thought it best to leave you to your thoughts.\"
His lips twist up in a hateful smile. \"You know if left to my thoughts too long someone will end up on the wrong end of my wand.\"
She inclines her head slightly, watching him as she would a mischevious kitten. \"True but that does not mean you do not need them all the same.\"
He snorts, settling his glass down on the table next to him. \"I have to show her.\"
\"And how will you do this?\" She whispers softly.
\"The only way I know how.\" He stands, glancing up at the staris. \"Please keep an eye on her. I will be back shortly.\"
\"As you wish, Grandson.\" She nods to him as he strides out of the cottage.
She stretches and rubs the sleeom hom her eyes, the light from the window waking her early. She blinks, glancing around and feeling as if something is not quite right. She finally spies a small bowl sitting on her dresser. Eyeing it warily, she pads over to it and looks down.
\"A pensive.\" She whispers, suddenly very wary of what she will see. \"Here it goes.\" She takes a deep breath, touching the edge of the bowl.
She finds herself standing by the fireplace, a very aggitated Professor Snape pacing near the door. \"Where the bloody hell is she?\" He growls as he stops and stares at the clock.
She sees a shadow crossing the window of the door, a young girl with light brown hair. She hates the girl immediately as she opens the door without knocking and glares inside. \"This is where I will be staying for the next 2 weeks? It\'s appalling! Filthy! Someone should burn this down!\"
He spins on his heel, glaring back at her. \"You are in my home and you will not speak in that manner, Miss Savonas!\"
She narrows her eyes even more. \"So you are the professor i am supposed to marry.\" She sniffs hautily. \"I am not impressed.\" She turns on her heel and walks towards the stairs. \"You can bring my things to my room. I will be staying there for the rest of my stay.\"
\"That will be absolutely wonderful to see.\" He growls back, turning away from the door and leaving her luggage there for her to pick up later.
She feels herself being jerked back as the memory in the pensive ends. She blinks in surprise and sees Sarah watching her from the doorway. \"Was that really Sabine?\"
Sarah sighs softly. \"Yes, it was her in all her glory.\"
Hermione laughs nervously. \"For once, I truly pity the git.\"
Dinner had been quiet, neither willing to break the silence after the day\'s revelations. She silently makes her way to her room, her mind still working on the problem at hand. She stares in the mirror at herself, wondering how he truly would react to a girl her age if the girl in question cared for him instead of hated him. She shakes her head, murmuring. \"Foolish thoughts.\" She slides into her bed, her eyes closing on their own as sleep finally claims her.
\"You are too quite, Gandmother.\" He sips at his firewhisky and stares into the fire.
She steps out o the shadows, her hands clasped before her. \"I thought it best to leave you to your thoughts.\"
His lips twist up in a hateful smile. \"You know if left to my thoughts too long someone will end up on the wrong end of my wand.\"
She inclines her head slightly, watching him as she would a mischevious kitten. \"True but that does not mean you do not need them all the same.\"
He snorts, settling his glass down on the table next to him. \"I have to show her.\"
\"And how will you do this?\" She whispers softly.
\"The only way I know how.\" He stands, glancing up at the staris. \"Please keep an eye on her. I will be back shortly.\"
\"As you wish, Grandson.\" She nods to him as he strides out of the cottage.
She stretches and rubs the sleeom hom her eyes, the light from the window waking her early. She blinks, glancing around and feeling as if something is not quite right. She finally spies a small bowl sitting on her dresser. Eyeing it warily, she pads over to it and looks down.
\"A pensive.\" She whispers, suddenly very wary of what she will see. \"Here it goes.\" She takes a deep breath, touching the edge of the bowl.
She finds herself standing by the fireplace, a very aggitated Professor Snape pacing near the door. \"Where the bloody hell is she?\" He growls as he stops and stares at the clock.
She sees a shadow crossing the window of the door, a young girl with light brown hair. She hates the girl immediately as she opens the door without knocking and glares inside. \"This is where I will be staying for the next 2 weeks? It\'s appalling! Filthy! Someone should burn this down!\"
He spins on his heel, glaring back at her. \"You are in my home and you will not speak in that manner, Miss Savonas!\"
She narrows her eyes even more. \"So you are the professor i am supposed to marry.\" She sniffs hautily. \"I am not impressed.\" She turns on her heel and walks towards the stairs. \"You can bring my things to my room. I will be staying there for the rest of my stay.\"
\"That will be absolutely wonderful to see.\" He growls back, turning away from the door and leaving her luggage there for her to pick up later.
She feels herself being jerked back as the memory in the pensive ends. She blinks in surprise and sees Sarah watching her from the doorway. \"Was that really Sabine?\"
Sarah sighs softly. \"Yes, it was her in all her glory.\"
Hermione laughs nervously. \"For once, I truly pity the git.\"