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Adult +
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2
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2,541
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12
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Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Author's Note: Let me start off by thanking Deirdre, catysmom, Heidi191976, and Darque Heart for leaving your kind reviews.
Darque, I didn't even think about the Invisibility Cloak to be honest, lol, but I think he still had it on, and he just jumped. Deirdre, I just plain adore you. You keep my spirits up hehe.
I wasn't sure how to continue this and I may end up revising this chapter later but I'll put it up anyway to hear your take on it. The thing is, I'm not sure if I want to take a slow pace or fast forward to Hermione's adulthood. And I really am sorry for the late and very short update... I've been sick recently- blame the weather in New York- and that put off the muse quite a bit. Please give me feedback, and once again thank you all for reading!
Voldemort was displeased, to say the least. Severus had been present when Malfoy and Crabbe had been Crucio'd to an inch of their lives, and that gave him a prickle of satisfaction, though he remained poker-faced during the ordeal. He had danced a jig that night however, and celebrated with a bottle of his father's best champagne.
He had never quite liked Lucius. Although the fair wizard was handsome as the devil and able to charm the drawers off any witch he liked (sans magic), there was an empty quality to Lucius Malfoy that had chills running down Severus' spine. There was something so devoid of humanity in the blond wizard.
The man knew nothing outside of the narrow constraints that he limited himself to. As a pureblood, Lucius had known only a privileged lifestyle, and been placed on a throne of self-adulation, just because he happened to have won in a genetic lottery. Not that Severus had ever believed in the ridiculous school of thought that pureblood families were the best. All that resulted from such marriages were inbred, rather stupid children that grew up to be inbred, rather stupid adults with impressive egos.
Anyhows, Lucius and the rest of the Death Eaters had always looked down on Severus. After all, the dark haired wizard wasn't born of nobility, nor was he a pureblood. His father had actually been a Muggle, though his mother Eileen Prince, was of decent family according to Voldemort's twisted standards.
Severus had had to undergo much more testing than the rest, as a result. And still the Dark Lord was suspicious of him. In truth, Voldemort loved stupidity, and it was abundant in purebloods. Stupidity meant following the Dark Lord's orders without any question, and that was really all he wanted. Severus, however, had a mind of his own, and a sharp, quicksilver intelligence that Voldemort could not completely control. As a result, he couldn't be trusted entirely.
Ah well, there was nothing that could be done about that, Severus thought, chewing some coarse brown bread spread with butter. It was enough that Voldemort did not think he was a traitor. Also, it seemed unlikely that he would continue with the search for his potential rival.
Lucius and Crabbe had been the only ones to know who the "rival" was. It had been done that way so that none of the blame would be rested on Voldemort's scaly shoulders at the death of the girl and her family. It would have appeared to be a tragic accident. When their memories had been wiped clean, so had all traces of who the witch had been. There was no way of finding her again, as the Seer had been killed immediately after the two Death Eaters had gotten their necessary information.
And Severus had been quite clever that night. He had stepped up to Voldemort's gleaming throne, careful to bow deeply and putting on an expression of subservience as he knelt at the despot's curled feet.
"My servant Snape," the Lord had hissed in surprise.
"Might I venture to ask your Dark Majesty a question?" he had asked smoothly, dark eyes cast down.
Voldemort had acquiesced, red eyes flickering on Severus' downturned head.
"I just feel that it is all... well, ridiculous. Everyone is fully aware that you, my Lord, are the greatest of all wizards ever to be born, and who will ever be born. There can be no one to even come close to your mightiness and skill. That Seer cannot have been correct, is what I believe," Severus said clearly, his eyes full of adoration as he gazed up at the Dark Lord.
The red eyes widened in surprise, and pleasure. The other Death Eaters hushed up, looking at Severus with grudging respect mixed with anticipation.
"Severus Snape, you are a mere recruit and you have the audacity to come up to my throne and speak your thoughts, bold as brass."
"I.. I meant no disrespect," Severus stuttered, letting a bit of reverent fear show on his pallid features. Fear always pleased Voldemort.
Voldemort laughed. "I respect such boldness. I believe you are right. How could I forget that there can be no such challenge to my power? You, Severus, are a wise man and possibly a worthy addition to my servants," he said, with an approving pat on his servant's dark, lank hair.
Severus had later washed his hair very carefully, at least seven times.
At any rate, he was pleased with the night's work, and he slept well for the first time in a while.
*
Dear Severus,
I have charmed this letter that you, and only you will be able to see this. A strange development has occurred, one that may or may not be fortunate to our current circumstances. The young witch that you rescued last night woke up today but she is not aware of who she is. She knows nothing of her past- not her birthday, her name, or what happened the night before.
This could be good. The events of her past could well be scarring for the witch. But the question now arises of what is to be done about her future.
Poppy declares that this state of amnesia may last forever, or it may come undone. It is not a very well known thing, loss of memory.
I have decided that I will raise the girl as my granddaughter. It seems to be the safest route, in any case. She will always be under my sight, and in Hogwarts. A more extensive story must be fabricated, but it should not be too difficult.
Later, when she is older perhaps, she will learn of what her destiny is. But for now, she is still such a young child. She deserves as normal a childhood as she can possibly have.
Signed,
A. D.
This letter will burn the moment you set it down.
Author's Note: Let me start off by thanking Deirdre, catysmom, Heidi191976, and Darque Heart for leaving your kind reviews.
Darque, I didn't even think about the Invisibility Cloak to be honest, lol, but I think he still had it on, and he just jumped. Deirdre, I just plain adore you. You keep my spirits up hehe.
I wasn't sure how to continue this and I may end up revising this chapter later but I'll put it up anyway to hear your take on it. The thing is, I'm not sure if I want to take a slow pace or fast forward to Hermione's adulthood. And I really am sorry for the late and very short update... I've been sick recently- blame the weather in New York- and that put off the muse quite a bit. Please give me feedback, and once again thank you all for reading!
Voldemort was displeased, to say the least. Severus had been present when Malfoy and Crabbe had been Crucio'd to an inch of their lives, and that gave him a prickle of satisfaction, though he remained poker-faced during the ordeal. He had danced a jig that night however, and celebrated with a bottle of his father's best champagne.
He had never quite liked Lucius. Although the fair wizard was handsome as the devil and able to charm the drawers off any witch he liked (sans magic), there was an empty quality to Lucius Malfoy that had chills running down Severus' spine. There was something so devoid of humanity in the blond wizard.
The man knew nothing outside of the narrow constraints that he limited himself to. As a pureblood, Lucius had known only a privileged lifestyle, and been placed on a throne of self-adulation, just because he happened to have won in a genetic lottery. Not that Severus had ever believed in the ridiculous school of thought that pureblood families were the best. All that resulted from such marriages were inbred, rather stupid children that grew up to be inbred, rather stupid adults with impressive egos.
Anyhows, Lucius and the rest of the Death Eaters had always looked down on Severus. After all, the dark haired wizard wasn't born of nobility, nor was he a pureblood. His father had actually been a Muggle, though his mother Eileen Prince, was of decent family according to Voldemort's twisted standards.
Severus had had to undergo much more testing than the rest, as a result. And still the Dark Lord was suspicious of him. In truth, Voldemort loved stupidity, and it was abundant in purebloods. Stupidity meant following the Dark Lord's orders without any question, and that was really all he wanted. Severus, however, had a mind of his own, and a sharp, quicksilver intelligence that Voldemort could not completely control. As a result, he couldn't be trusted entirely.
Ah well, there was nothing that could be done about that, Severus thought, chewing some coarse brown bread spread with butter. It was enough that Voldemort did not think he was a traitor. Also, it seemed unlikely that he would continue with the search for his potential rival.
Lucius and Crabbe had been the only ones to know who the "rival" was. It had been done that way so that none of the blame would be rested on Voldemort's scaly shoulders at the death of the girl and her family. It would have appeared to be a tragic accident. When their memories had been wiped clean, so had all traces of who the witch had been. There was no way of finding her again, as the Seer had been killed immediately after the two Death Eaters had gotten their necessary information.
And Severus had been quite clever that night. He had stepped up to Voldemort's gleaming throne, careful to bow deeply and putting on an expression of subservience as he knelt at the despot's curled feet.
"My servant Snape," the Lord had hissed in surprise.
"Might I venture to ask your Dark Majesty a question?" he had asked smoothly, dark eyes cast down.
Voldemort had acquiesced, red eyes flickering on Severus' downturned head.
"I just feel that it is all... well, ridiculous. Everyone is fully aware that you, my Lord, are the greatest of all wizards ever to be born, and who will ever be born. There can be no one to even come close to your mightiness and skill. That Seer cannot have been correct, is what I believe," Severus said clearly, his eyes full of adoration as he gazed up at the Dark Lord.
The red eyes widened in surprise, and pleasure. The other Death Eaters hushed up, looking at Severus with grudging respect mixed with anticipation.
"Severus Snape, you are a mere recruit and you have the audacity to come up to my throne and speak your thoughts, bold as brass."
"I.. I meant no disrespect," Severus stuttered, letting a bit of reverent fear show on his pallid features. Fear always pleased Voldemort.
Voldemort laughed. "I respect such boldness. I believe you are right. How could I forget that there can be no such challenge to my power? You, Severus, are a wise man and possibly a worthy addition to my servants," he said, with an approving pat on his servant's dark, lank hair.
Severus had later washed his hair very carefully, at least seven times.
At any rate, he was pleased with the night's work, and he slept well for the first time in a while.
*
Dear Severus,
I have charmed this letter that you, and only you will be able to see this. A strange development has occurred, one that may or may not be fortunate to our current circumstances. The young witch that you rescued last night woke up today but she is not aware of who she is. She knows nothing of her past- not her birthday, her name, or what happened the night before.
This could be good. The events of her past could well be scarring for the witch. But the question now arises of what is to be done about her future.
Poppy declares that this state of amnesia may last forever, or it may come undone. It is not a very well known thing, loss of memory.
I have decided that I will raise the girl as my granddaughter. It seems to be the safest route, in any case. She will always be under my sight, and in Hogwarts. A more extensive story must be fabricated, but it should not be too difficult.
Later, when she is older perhaps, she will learn of what her destiny is. But for now, she is still such a young child. She deserves as normal a childhood as she can possibly have.
Signed,
A. D.
This letter will burn the moment you set it down.