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The Third Day
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Chapter 16 ~ The Third Day
Early the next morning, Severus went to his Head of House office and shuffled through the small pile of first year questionnaires sitting on his desk, looking for a particular one.
He found it. His black eyes took in Mathias' neat printed handwriting. He had a style very close to his mother's. Severus' normal hand was almost indecipherable, but purposely so. He wrote like a muggle doctor most of the time, but could write legibly if so inclined. Most of the time he wasn't. He read Mathias' responses with interest.
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First Year Questionnnaire
Slytherin House
Head of House: Professor Severus Snape, P.M.
Student Name: Mathias Granger
Age: 11
Father's Name: Unknown
Father's Occupation: Dead
Mother's Name: Hermione Granger
Mother's Occupation: Spells Mistress M.O.M.
First Contact: Harry Potter
Second Contact: Ronald Weasley
Favorite Subject: Potions
Secondary Subject: Charms
Hobbies: Flying, Quidditch, Martial Arts, Reading, Doing Experiments
The Person You Most Admire: Undecided
Trait You Most Admire: Intelligence
Your Current Goal: To become the most accomplished wizard I can.
Why Do You Think You Were Sorted into Slytherin House?
I believe my father was a Slytherin and that I am a lot like him.
Describe Yourself:
I have black hair, black eyes and pale skin. I think I am going to be tall. I like to stay to myself, read and study. I don't like stupid people and won't stay around them. I don't like silly talk, only interesting conversations. I won't stand for anyone picking on me and will protect myself. I prefer to work alone and learn quickly. According to my mother, I am selfish sometimes, but I don't see it that way. What's mine is mine and I have to look out for it because if it is destroyed, then who will replace it? You have to look out for yourself and what's yours. You shouldn't count on others to do it because sometimes they will let you down, so it's better to count on yourself from the start. I don't like being the center of attention or other people who like to be the center of attention. I prefer to be in the background because I can get more done that way without anyone bothering me. If someone does something to me, I believe in getting even, which my mother says is bad. But I know my mother has done things to get even with people, because of uncle Harry and uncle Ron. What I hate most in the world is being lied to. Sometimes the truth hurts, but I would rather be hurt because of something I know than lied to about it. That's all.
What Do You Believe Slytherin House Can Do For You?
I'm not sure what Slytherin House can do for me. But I like way it allows you to be yourself and not try to make you believe you are perfect. Gryffindor House tries to make everyone sound and act perfect but nobody is perfect and everyone has their bad points. I hate Gryffindor. James Potter is in Gryffindor and he is the biggest idiot there is. Everyone acts like they are the best house, but they're a bunch of posers and just as rotten as anyone else. They aren't honest about it. At least in Slytherin we know we aren't perfect. We can still be brave and loyal too without lying to ourselves. I think Slytherin House will teach me how to use my bad points as well as my good ones. I will learn how to use what I have to get what I want. I also like how competitive Slytherin is, and how we can be sneaky and secretive and it's all right as long as we don't get caught doing anything wrong. I believe that's all right too. My mother doesn't want me here, but I know I belong here. Slytherin is the best house in Hogwarts.
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Severus smirked at Mathias' estimation of Gryffindor House. He was a proper Slytherin all right. But the Potions Master frowned slightly over Mathias' contact information. Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. It irked him that a boy so obviously Slytherin had his formative years marred by being surrounded by nothing by Gryffindors. Luckily, Mathias seemed to have survived it without getting too screwed up. The only way Severus would contact either Harry or Ron concerning Mathias was if the world was ending.
Severus reread the boy's questionnaire and paused over Mathias' hobby of doing experiments. He didn't specify what kind of experiments, a definite red flag. Hermione had the habit of brewing illegal potions in bathrooms when she went to Hogwarts. The gods only knew what kind of shady acts Mathias would try. He'd have to keep an eye out. The boy could get into anything.
Hm. The boy had no one he admired? Most children had a hero of some sort. An athlete, a historical figure, or someone they knew. But Mathias was undecided. A very strange answer. But at least he hadn't said Harry Potter.
As far as his "goals" went, Mathias wanted to be "accomplished." That was admirable. Most first years put down things like, I want to be Minister of Magic, or be a Quidditch Star, or the Richest Wizard in the World…something along those lines. Mathias' answer was realistic and ultimately attainable if he applied himself.
Severus stared at the parchment as he reread Mathias' thoughts on why he was placed in Slytherin:
I believe my father was a Slytherin and that I am a lot like him.
The Potions Master's Adam's apple bobbed up and down for a moment, then he swallowed and continued rereading the questionnaire.
The boy's description of himself opened Severus' eyes quite a bit. He read the line about how Mathias hated to be lied to over and over. The wizard sighed. When it came time to reveal himself, he didn't think the boy was going to react well at all. It would probably be wise to relieve him of his wand beforehand. Hell, the boy liked Martial Arts…Severus might have to prepare himself to be physically attacked.
The wizard shook his head. Gods, this was so complicated. The wisest thing to do was to establish some connection of trust with the boy, which could be done through his position of Head of House…his concern and interest concerning Mathias would be deemed normal. Everyone knew he was biased towards his Slytherins, so any additional attention on his part concerning the boy would automatically be attributed to House nepotism.
The fact that Mathias was indeed going to be a powerful wizard would only make Severus' apparent doting seem a proper Slytherin response. Maneuvering oneself into a position to influence the powerful was the Slytherin way, after all. It shouldn't be difficult to get close to the boy, who needed a strong male Slytherin figure in his life.
Severus put away the questionnaires. He would read the rest later. The wizard next took out an application for a private room and put Mathias' information on it. He would send it to the Headmaster for approval. The sooner he got his son away from his roommates the better. Stupidity wasn't contagious, but if one was steeped in it long enough, it could still be influencing.
The Potions Master could hear stirrings in the Slytherin common room. His charges were getting ready for breakfast. The wizard stretched in his chair, then rose and exited his office, closing and warding the door behind him. He started up the long corridor, heading for breakfast. He rubbed his eyes. He had tossed and turned the whole night, bits and pieces of that long ago tryst with Hermione invading his dreams.
He knew it was because he was curious as to what her reaction would be. Well, it wasn't hard to tell. She was still a Gryffindor and her sense of "fairness" would probably lead to a very uncomfortable apology scene somewhere in the near future.
"Oh, I'm so, so sorry Severus"
The wizard snorted.
In his opinion, her treatment of him would be better served by an "I'm sorry" fuck. But that would open a whole new can of flubberworms. One that would probably best not be opened, especially considering the uneasy alliance they had just formed. Severus was almost sure Hermione wasn't the kind of witch that could fuck a man without investing at least a part of her heart. He couldn't afford even the smallest piece of it having his name on it.
The Potions Master suddenly realized something. That Hermione's viewing of the pensieve brought the occurrences of eleven years ago into her present. Since she had no memory of that night, to the witch it would feel as if her deflowerment was something that occurred recently.
Good gods. Hermione was going to feel like he had just fucked her.
Hopefully her logical mind would override her emotions and she could put it all into perspective…shove that night back into the past where it belonged. Maybe she'd get it out of her system by shagging that Auror she slapped last night, and erase the remembrance of him from her body.
Damn it. Just more complications to worry over.
Severus turned down the corridor that led to the teacher's entrance to the Great Hall. Albus was approaching from the other side, and paused outside the door, waiting for the Potions Master.
"Ah, good morning, Severus," he said to the wizard.
Severus nodded at him.
"Good morning, Headmaster," he replied.
Albus looked around, then lowered his voice.
"I paid Poppy a visit, and removed all her memories concerning healing you and your work for the Order," he said, his blue eyes going dark, "But I'm afraid in the process, I had to remove memories that brought her close to you, Severus. She will no longer be the Poppy you knew. I'm sorry."
Severus looked at him.
Poppy had been a wonderful, caring friend to him, almost like a mother in the way she expressed concern and scolded him while tending his wounds or trying to make him eat that gruel she called food. No one fussed over him the way the medi-witch had. He acted like her attentions annoyed him greatly, but secretly he welcomed them. The wizard was going to miss their interactions. For all intents and purposes, Poppy was yet another casualty of the Dark Lord.
"It had to be done," he said shortly.
"Yes," Albus agreed, placing his hand on the wizard's shoulder in sympathy for a moment, then opening the door to the Great Hall. "Shall we go in?"
Severus entered the hall, followed by Albus. No sooner than he had taken his seat, then a snowy white owl landed before him, sticking out one scaly leg and hooting softly. The Potions Master looked at the bird, who seemed very familiar. A parchment was tied to its leg. He removed the parchment, and the owl flew off, not waiting for a reward.
Severus opened the parchment and read it.
Dear Severus,
I would like to speak to you as soon as possible. I realize this is a busy time for you as you have new students to attend to. Please owl me back and let me know when you are available to meet with me.
Sincerely,
Hermione Granger
Severus sighed. Yes, the Gryffindor gene was definitely asserting itself. The first thing the witch had probably done when dawn hit was write this message and sent it to Hogwarts.
A very wicked part of the wizard rose to the fore.
"Meet with her. Most likely she'll still be so hot for you, you'll be able fuck her again."
Severus' black eyes narrowed.
Then, a less wicked part of him made itself known. He was Severus Snape…he really didn't have an angelic side. Less wicked was as good as it got.
"Don't meet with her now. Put it off a few weeks until it isn't so fresh in her mind, then talk with her. She'll be less emotional."
Severus looked thoughtful.
"Fuck her," his wicked side urged.
"No. Let it go," his less wicked side insisted.
Then both sides started arguing with each other.
"He deserves to get laid again after the way she treated him!"
"That was years ago! He doesn't need that kind of trouble!"
"Since when is pussy ever trouble?"
"When it's attached to Hermione Granger!"
Severus shook his head to shut the voices up and ordered his breakfast. He'd owl the witch before his first class.
He wasn't sure how he would answer her.
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A/N: Well, Mathias was rather candid on his questionnaire. And Hermione didn't waste anytime contacting him. Lol on his wicked and less wicked sides arguing. Please review.
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Chapter 16 ~ The Third Day
Early the next morning, Severus went to his Head of House office and shuffled through the small pile of first year questionnaires sitting on his desk, looking for a particular one.
He found it. His black eyes took in Mathias' neat printed handwriting. He had a style very close to his mother's. Severus' normal hand was almost indecipherable, but purposely so. He wrote like a muggle doctor most of the time, but could write legibly if so inclined. Most of the time he wasn't. He read Mathias' responses with interest.
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First Year Questionnnaire
Slytherin House
Head of House: Professor Severus Snape, P.M.
Student Name: Mathias Granger
Age: 11
Father's Name: Unknown
Father's Occupation: Dead
Mother's Name: Hermione Granger
Mother's Occupation: Spells Mistress M.O.M.
First Contact: Harry Potter
Second Contact: Ronald Weasley
Favorite Subject: Potions
Secondary Subject: Charms
Hobbies: Flying, Quidditch, Martial Arts, Reading, Doing Experiments
The Person You Most Admire: Undecided
Trait You Most Admire: Intelligence
Your Current Goal: To become the most accomplished wizard I can.
Why Do You Think You Were Sorted into Slytherin House?
I believe my father was a Slytherin and that I am a lot like him.
Describe Yourself:
I have black hair, black eyes and pale skin. I think I am going to be tall. I like to stay to myself, read and study. I don't like stupid people and won't stay around them. I don't like silly talk, only interesting conversations. I won't stand for anyone picking on me and will protect myself. I prefer to work alone and learn quickly. According to my mother, I am selfish sometimes, but I don't see it that way. What's mine is mine and I have to look out for it because if it is destroyed, then who will replace it? You have to look out for yourself and what's yours. You shouldn't count on others to do it because sometimes they will let you down, so it's better to count on yourself from the start. I don't like being the center of attention or other people who like to be the center of attention. I prefer to be in the background because I can get more done that way without anyone bothering me. If someone does something to me, I believe in getting even, which my mother says is bad. But I know my mother has done things to get even with people, because of uncle Harry and uncle Ron. What I hate most in the world is being lied to. Sometimes the truth hurts, but I would rather be hurt because of something I know than lied to about it. That's all.
What Do You Believe Slytherin House Can Do For You?
I'm not sure what Slytherin House can do for me. But I like way it allows you to be yourself and not try to make you believe you are perfect. Gryffindor House tries to make everyone sound and act perfect but nobody is perfect and everyone has their bad points. I hate Gryffindor. James Potter is in Gryffindor and he is the biggest idiot there is. Everyone acts like they are the best house, but they're a bunch of posers and just as rotten as anyone else. They aren't honest about it. At least in Slytherin we know we aren't perfect. We can still be brave and loyal too without lying to ourselves. I think Slytherin House will teach me how to use my bad points as well as my good ones. I will learn how to use what I have to get what I want. I also like how competitive Slytherin is, and how we can be sneaky and secretive and it's all right as long as we don't get caught doing anything wrong. I believe that's all right too. My mother doesn't want me here, but I know I belong here. Slytherin is the best house in Hogwarts.
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Severus smirked at Mathias' estimation of Gryffindor House. He was a proper Slytherin all right. But the Potions Master frowned slightly over Mathias' contact information. Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. It irked him that a boy so obviously Slytherin had his formative years marred by being surrounded by nothing by Gryffindors. Luckily, Mathias seemed to have survived it without getting too screwed up. The only way Severus would contact either Harry or Ron concerning Mathias was if the world was ending.
Severus reread the boy's questionnaire and paused over Mathias' hobby of doing experiments. He didn't specify what kind of experiments, a definite red flag. Hermione had the habit of brewing illegal potions in bathrooms when she went to Hogwarts. The gods only knew what kind of shady acts Mathias would try. He'd have to keep an eye out. The boy could get into anything.
Hm. The boy had no one he admired? Most children had a hero of some sort. An athlete, a historical figure, or someone they knew. But Mathias was undecided. A very strange answer. But at least he hadn't said Harry Potter.
As far as his "goals" went, Mathias wanted to be "accomplished." That was admirable. Most first years put down things like, I want to be Minister of Magic, or be a Quidditch Star, or the Richest Wizard in the World…something along those lines. Mathias' answer was realistic and ultimately attainable if he applied himself.
Severus stared at the parchment as he reread Mathias' thoughts on why he was placed in Slytherin:
I believe my father was a Slytherin and that I am a lot like him.
The Potions Master's Adam's apple bobbed up and down for a moment, then he swallowed and continued rereading the questionnaire.
The boy's description of himself opened Severus' eyes quite a bit. He read the line about how Mathias hated to be lied to over and over. The wizard sighed. When it came time to reveal himself, he didn't think the boy was going to react well at all. It would probably be wise to relieve him of his wand beforehand. Hell, the boy liked Martial Arts…Severus might have to prepare himself to be physically attacked.
The wizard shook his head. Gods, this was so complicated. The wisest thing to do was to establish some connection of trust with the boy, which could be done through his position of Head of House…his concern and interest concerning Mathias would be deemed normal. Everyone knew he was biased towards his Slytherins, so any additional attention on his part concerning the boy would automatically be attributed to House nepotism.
The fact that Mathias was indeed going to be a powerful wizard would only make Severus' apparent doting seem a proper Slytherin response. Maneuvering oneself into a position to influence the powerful was the Slytherin way, after all. It shouldn't be difficult to get close to the boy, who needed a strong male Slytherin figure in his life.
Severus put away the questionnaires. He would read the rest later. The wizard next took out an application for a private room and put Mathias' information on it. He would send it to the Headmaster for approval. The sooner he got his son away from his roommates the better. Stupidity wasn't contagious, but if one was steeped in it long enough, it could still be influencing.
The Potions Master could hear stirrings in the Slytherin common room. His charges were getting ready for breakfast. The wizard stretched in his chair, then rose and exited his office, closing and warding the door behind him. He started up the long corridor, heading for breakfast. He rubbed his eyes. He had tossed and turned the whole night, bits and pieces of that long ago tryst with Hermione invading his dreams.
He knew it was because he was curious as to what her reaction would be. Well, it wasn't hard to tell. She was still a Gryffindor and her sense of "fairness" would probably lead to a very uncomfortable apology scene somewhere in the near future.
"Oh, I'm so, so sorry Severus"
The wizard snorted.
In his opinion, her treatment of him would be better served by an "I'm sorry" fuck. But that would open a whole new can of flubberworms. One that would probably best not be opened, especially considering the uneasy alliance they had just formed. Severus was almost sure Hermione wasn't the kind of witch that could fuck a man without investing at least a part of her heart. He couldn't afford even the smallest piece of it having his name on it.
The Potions Master suddenly realized something. That Hermione's viewing of the pensieve brought the occurrences of eleven years ago into her present. Since she had no memory of that night, to the witch it would feel as if her deflowerment was something that occurred recently.
Good gods. Hermione was going to feel like he had just fucked her.
Hopefully her logical mind would override her emotions and she could put it all into perspective…shove that night back into the past where it belonged. Maybe she'd get it out of her system by shagging that Auror she slapped last night, and erase the remembrance of him from her body.
Damn it. Just more complications to worry over.
Severus turned down the corridor that led to the teacher's entrance to the Great Hall. Albus was approaching from the other side, and paused outside the door, waiting for the Potions Master.
"Ah, good morning, Severus," he said to the wizard.
Severus nodded at him.
"Good morning, Headmaster," he replied.
Albus looked around, then lowered his voice.
"I paid Poppy a visit, and removed all her memories concerning healing you and your work for the Order," he said, his blue eyes going dark, "But I'm afraid in the process, I had to remove memories that brought her close to you, Severus. She will no longer be the Poppy you knew. I'm sorry."
Severus looked at him.
Poppy had been a wonderful, caring friend to him, almost like a mother in the way she expressed concern and scolded him while tending his wounds or trying to make him eat that gruel she called food. No one fussed over him the way the medi-witch had. He acted like her attentions annoyed him greatly, but secretly he welcomed them. The wizard was going to miss their interactions. For all intents and purposes, Poppy was yet another casualty of the Dark Lord.
"It had to be done," he said shortly.
"Yes," Albus agreed, placing his hand on the wizard's shoulder in sympathy for a moment, then opening the door to the Great Hall. "Shall we go in?"
Severus entered the hall, followed by Albus. No sooner than he had taken his seat, then a snowy white owl landed before him, sticking out one scaly leg and hooting softly. The Potions Master looked at the bird, who seemed very familiar. A parchment was tied to its leg. He removed the parchment, and the owl flew off, not waiting for a reward.
Severus opened the parchment and read it.
Dear Severus,
I would like to speak to you as soon as possible. I realize this is a busy time for you as you have new students to attend to. Please owl me back and let me know when you are available to meet with me.
Sincerely,
Hermione Granger
Severus sighed. Yes, the Gryffindor gene was definitely asserting itself. The first thing the witch had probably done when dawn hit was write this message and sent it to Hogwarts.
A very wicked part of the wizard rose to the fore.
"Meet with her. Most likely she'll still be so hot for you, you'll be able fuck her again."
Severus' black eyes narrowed.
Then, a less wicked part of him made itself known. He was Severus Snape…he really didn't have an angelic side. Less wicked was as good as it got.
"Don't meet with her now. Put it off a few weeks until it isn't so fresh in her mind, then talk with her. She'll be less emotional."
Severus looked thoughtful.
"Fuck her," his wicked side urged.
"No. Let it go," his less wicked side insisted.
Then both sides started arguing with each other.
"He deserves to get laid again after the way she treated him!"
"That was years ago! He doesn't need that kind of trouble!"
"Since when is pussy ever trouble?"
"When it's attached to Hermione Granger!"
Severus shook his head to shut the voices up and ordered his breakfast. He'd owl the witch before his first class.
He wasn't sure how he would answer her.
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A/N: Well, Mathias was rather candid on his questionnaire. And Hermione didn't waste anytime contacting him. Lol on his wicked and less wicked sides arguing. Please review.