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Homecoming
Chapter 2 – Homecoming
Snape returned home with a loud clap of thunder to announce his presence. He had a folder of parchments tucked under one arm. He tossed them on the table in the empty kitchen. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. His large nose sniffed the air, then he headed directly to the stove opening the oven and looking inside. Two delicious shepherd’s pies were waiting for consumption.
He loved Shepherd’s pie.
“Hermione?” he called, “where are you?”
”Back here, Severus,” she called back. “In the utility room.”
Snape walked back to the utility room. It held a magically powered washer and dryer, cleaning utensils and a variety of cleansers kept in a cupboard above. The first thing he noticed as he walked down the hall was a baby gate stretched across the open doorway. He stopped in front of the room and looked in.
On the floor were several pages of parchment, two small dishes, one full of water, the other full of kibble. A small basket stuffed with an old blanket rested against the side of the wall. Hermione, dressed in a housecoat, was seated on a folding chair, holding and cooing at what could only be described as a small matted ball of dirty brown fur that was . . . .moving.
“What is that?” Snape asked, his nose wrinkling.
”Our dog,” Hermione said, turning the pup so Snape could see it.
The wizard recoiled slightly, blinking at the animal. Its fur was so matted, thick and spiky that it looked as if it had purposely been moussed that way . . . with mud. And its face . . .
“That’s a dog? What’s wrong with its teeth?”
The pup sported a large amount of pointy little teeth that stuck out of its mouth, the canines rather long and thick for such a small animal. It looked in dire need of a dentist, or at least a file. The eyes were large, black and watery and the furry rims underneath were wet and dark. They looked as if it hadn’t had enough sleep. A large, wet black nose was squarely set in the middle of its face. It seemed to be running.
“Well, at the shelter they said it was a deformity,” Hermione replied, petting the pup, who wriggled with pleasure.
“It looks filthy. Couldn’t they have bathed it first before foisting it off on the first gullible person that came along?” Snape asked as Hermione frowned at him.
”He’s not dirty, that’s just the way his fur is,” she snapped at her husband.
”And what’s wrong with its neck? It has a hump in it,” Snape said, still frowning.
”Another deformity,” Hermione replied.
Snape stared at the pup. This certainly wasn’t the kind of dog he had in mind. This had to be the ugliest representation of a canine in existence. It was a puppy and wasn’t even cute.
“Hermione, there had to be more attractive dogs at the shelter,” Snape said.
”Oh, there were, but I wanted this one,” she said, smiling as the pup wriggled up to lick her face.
“Oh! Watch the teeth!” Snape hissed at her.
“They’re perfectly safe,” she retorted, putting the pup back down into her lap, its paws resting on her round belly.
“Hermione, that has to be the ugliest dog on the face of the planet. Why would you get such a horrendous looking animal?” Snape asked her.
”They were going to kill it,” she said softly, petting it.
”Understandable,” Snape replied.
Hermione scowled at him darkly and Snape quickly amended his statement.
”Obviously the animal suffers from deformities that will only become more pronounced as it grows older. It would have been kinder to end its life rather than let it suffer,’ the wizard said by way of explanation.
”He’s in perfect health,” Hermione replied. “He has all his shots and everything. They were going to kill him because – because he’s ugly. That’s the only reason. I couldn’t let them do that. He didn’t ask to be born this way.”
Snape studied the pup.
”If they had, it would have been a wasted opportunity. They should have kept him on constant display in the shelter. He’d make all the other dogs look absolutely gorgeous,” he said.
”They said he was unadoptable. No one wanted him,” Hermione replied.
”I can certainly see why,” Snape said, shaking his head. “He’s ghastly.”
”He’s ours,” Hermione said firmly, cuddling the pup protectively.
Snape sighed. When his wife went into “bleeding heart” mode, there was nothing for it.
”Fine, he was your choice, Hermione. But I warn you, don’t get too attached to him. Judging by his deformities, he might not live too long. Those teeth alone will make it difficult for him to eat, and that hump in his neck might eventually put too much strain on his vertebrae. I understand why you took him, but you might have just prolonged the inevitable,” Snape said softly.
But it was clear to see that Hermione was already attached to the pup.
”He’ll be fine, Severus. He doesn’t look like much but he has a lot of love to give,” she said looking down at the pup, then up at Snape, her eyes luminous.
Snape swallowed slightly. She could have said the same thing about him, but never did. Hermione had looked beyond his looks and his darkness. She had looked deep within him and found him worthy of love. It hadn’t been an easy discovery, because he believed himself as empty as an overturned cauldron, unable to experience anything but pain.
But Hermione proved otherwise, and if he initially wasn’t the man she imagined him to be, her love transformed him into the man she imagined. He couldn’t begin to fathom what his life would be like without her. She had such faith, saw the beauty in things that no one else perceived. She had been right about him. Maybe she’d be right about this hideous pup.
”Very well, Hermione. I hope you’re right,” he said softly.
* * * * *
”OOooommm. OOooommm.”
Snape opened one eye, his brow furrowed.
”OOooo Ahoooo. OOooommm!”
The pitiful whining cut through the darkness, low and mournful.
”Blasted dog,” Snape groaned.
Hermione was blissfully asleep beside him, her belly pressed against his back.
”AHOooooMMmmoooo!”
Hermione shifted, then mumbled sleepily, “Go see about the puppy, Severus. He’s lonely.”
”Ahoooooo! Urpurpahooooommm!”
”Who cares if he’s lonely. He’s a dog, Hermione.”
”He’s a baby. Go let him know he’s not alone,” she said softly. “It’ll just take a minute.”
Snape sat up on the side of the bed.
”I have to go to work in the morning,” he grumbled. “I can’t spend the rest of the night puppy-sitting.”
”You’re the one who wanted a dog,” Hermione said, more alert now. “This is part of having one. Now, go see about him.”
Snape sat there a moment, Hermione staring at his pale scarred back. He was only wearing striped silver and green pajama bottoms.
”I’ll comfort him all right,” Snape hissed, grabbing his wand, stepping into his slippers and striding out the door.
Hermione saw him grab the wand and quickly rolled out of bed and followed as fast as she could.
She made it to the utility room just in time to see Snape pointing his wand at the pup, who was standing in the middle of the utility room, his little tail wagging and smiling up at his new master with his snaggly teeth.
”Petrificus To—“ Snape said, before Hermione snatched his wand out of his hand.
”What do you think you’re doing?” she snapped at her husband.
“I was simply going to relax him, so he’d fall asleep,” he replied. “Quietly fall asleep.”
”You were going to petrify him!” Hermione hissed.
”Petrification is not harmful, and a far better option than knocking him out with a Bludger,” Snape said. “I’ve got to get some sleep, Hermione.”
”Well, just go back to bed. I’ll take care of him,” Hermione said, slapping Snape’s wand back into his hand so he winced. “Honestly, I can’t believe you’d hex a helpless puppy.”
Hermione pulled back the gate and walked in. The pup bounced over to her and stood up with his paws on her legs, his tail wagging madly. She picked him up and the pup licked her face happily.
Snape scowled.
“You’re going to get a nasty nick sooner or later,” Snape said, eyeing the protruding teeth pressing into her flesh.
“Don’t worry about it. Just go back to bed, Severus,” Hermione said, sitting down in the folding chair and putting the puppy on her lap.
Snape looked at the floor. The pup had missed all the parchment. He Scourgified the mess.
”He doesn’t have very good aim, does he?” the wizard said to his wife.
“Just go to bed, Severus,” she snapped at him.
”Fine. I’m going.”
Snape walked back up the hallway and into the bedroom. He took off his slippers, put his wand on the nightstand and slipped into bed. But now, without Hermione’s warm body beside him, he was finding it hard to sleep.
”Blasted dog,” he hissed, punching his pillow and trying to fall back to sleep.
Presently, Hermione returned to bed. Snape was still awake but didn’t move, pretending to be sleeping peacefully. Hermione settled in beside him, but turned her back. Snape slid over to get a bit of contact anyway. He felt her against him and all was right with the world again. He became sleepy instantly. Just as he was drifting off . . .
”AhRooooommmm! UrpUrpUrp! AhOOOOooooommmm!” rang through the house louder and more pitiful than ever.
Snape flipped his pillow over his head, holding it against his ears as he buried his face in the sheets..
Maybe he should have listened to Hermione and got a cat instead.
* * * * *
A/N: Whenever I got a dog, I’d always get an adult from the pound for precisely this reason. A lot of people don’t realize pups are like babies and don’t like to be left alone in the dark. Lol. Thanks for reading.
Snape returned home with a loud clap of thunder to announce his presence. He had a folder of parchments tucked under one arm. He tossed them on the table in the empty kitchen. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. His large nose sniffed the air, then he headed directly to the stove opening the oven and looking inside. Two delicious shepherd’s pies were waiting for consumption.
He loved Shepherd’s pie.
“Hermione?” he called, “where are you?”
”Back here, Severus,” she called back. “In the utility room.”
Snape walked back to the utility room. It held a magically powered washer and dryer, cleaning utensils and a variety of cleansers kept in a cupboard above. The first thing he noticed as he walked down the hall was a baby gate stretched across the open doorway. He stopped in front of the room and looked in.
On the floor were several pages of parchment, two small dishes, one full of water, the other full of kibble. A small basket stuffed with an old blanket rested against the side of the wall. Hermione, dressed in a housecoat, was seated on a folding chair, holding and cooing at what could only be described as a small matted ball of dirty brown fur that was . . . .moving.
“What is that?” Snape asked, his nose wrinkling.
”Our dog,” Hermione said, turning the pup so Snape could see it.
The wizard recoiled slightly, blinking at the animal. Its fur was so matted, thick and spiky that it looked as if it had purposely been moussed that way . . . with mud. And its face . . .
“That’s a dog? What’s wrong with its teeth?”
The pup sported a large amount of pointy little teeth that stuck out of its mouth, the canines rather long and thick for such a small animal. It looked in dire need of a dentist, or at least a file. The eyes were large, black and watery and the furry rims underneath were wet and dark. They looked as if it hadn’t had enough sleep. A large, wet black nose was squarely set in the middle of its face. It seemed to be running.
“Well, at the shelter they said it was a deformity,” Hermione replied, petting the pup, who wriggled with pleasure.
“It looks filthy. Couldn’t they have bathed it first before foisting it off on the first gullible person that came along?” Snape asked as Hermione frowned at him.
”He’s not dirty, that’s just the way his fur is,” she snapped at her husband.
”And what’s wrong with its neck? It has a hump in it,” Snape said, still frowning.
”Another deformity,” Hermione replied.
Snape stared at the pup. This certainly wasn’t the kind of dog he had in mind. This had to be the ugliest representation of a canine in existence. It was a puppy and wasn’t even cute.
“Hermione, there had to be more attractive dogs at the shelter,” Snape said.
”Oh, there were, but I wanted this one,” she said, smiling as the pup wriggled up to lick her face.
“Oh! Watch the teeth!” Snape hissed at her.
“They’re perfectly safe,” she retorted, putting the pup back down into her lap, its paws resting on her round belly.
“Hermione, that has to be the ugliest dog on the face of the planet. Why would you get such a horrendous looking animal?” Snape asked her.
”They were going to kill it,” she said softly, petting it.
”Understandable,” Snape replied.
Hermione scowled at him darkly and Snape quickly amended his statement.
”Obviously the animal suffers from deformities that will only become more pronounced as it grows older. It would have been kinder to end its life rather than let it suffer,’ the wizard said by way of explanation.
”He’s in perfect health,” Hermione replied. “He has all his shots and everything. They were going to kill him because – because he’s ugly. That’s the only reason. I couldn’t let them do that. He didn’t ask to be born this way.”
Snape studied the pup.
”If they had, it would have been a wasted opportunity. They should have kept him on constant display in the shelter. He’d make all the other dogs look absolutely gorgeous,” he said.
”They said he was unadoptable. No one wanted him,” Hermione replied.
”I can certainly see why,” Snape said, shaking his head. “He’s ghastly.”
”He’s ours,” Hermione said firmly, cuddling the pup protectively.
Snape sighed. When his wife went into “bleeding heart” mode, there was nothing for it.
”Fine, he was your choice, Hermione. But I warn you, don’t get too attached to him. Judging by his deformities, he might not live too long. Those teeth alone will make it difficult for him to eat, and that hump in his neck might eventually put too much strain on his vertebrae. I understand why you took him, but you might have just prolonged the inevitable,” Snape said softly.
But it was clear to see that Hermione was already attached to the pup.
”He’ll be fine, Severus. He doesn’t look like much but he has a lot of love to give,” she said looking down at the pup, then up at Snape, her eyes luminous.
Snape swallowed slightly. She could have said the same thing about him, but never did. Hermione had looked beyond his looks and his darkness. She had looked deep within him and found him worthy of love. It hadn’t been an easy discovery, because he believed himself as empty as an overturned cauldron, unable to experience anything but pain.
But Hermione proved otherwise, and if he initially wasn’t the man she imagined him to be, her love transformed him into the man she imagined. He couldn’t begin to fathom what his life would be like without her. She had such faith, saw the beauty in things that no one else perceived. She had been right about him. Maybe she’d be right about this hideous pup.
”Very well, Hermione. I hope you’re right,” he said softly.
* * * * *
”OOooommm. OOooommm.”
Snape opened one eye, his brow furrowed.
”OOooo Ahoooo. OOooommm!”
The pitiful whining cut through the darkness, low and mournful.
”Blasted dog,” Snape groaned.
Hermione was blissfully asleep beside him, her belly pressed against his back.
”AHOooooMMmmoooo!”
Hermione shifted, then mumbled sleepily, “Go see about the puppy, Severus. He’s lonely.”
”Ahoooooo! Urpurpahooooommm!”
”Who cares if he’s lonely. He’s a dog, Hermione.”
”He’s a baby. Go let him know he’s not alone,” she said softly. “It’ll just take a minute.”
Snape sat up on the side of the bed.
”I have to go to work in the morning,” he grumbled. “I can’t spend the rest of the night puppy-sitting.”
”You’re the one who wanted a dog,” Hermione said, more alert now. “This is part of having one. Now, go see about him.”
Snape sat there a moment, Hermione staring at his pale scarred back. He was only wearing striped silver and green pajama bottoms.
”I’ll comfort him all right,” Snape hissed, grabbing his wand, stepping into his slippers and striding out the door.
Hermione saw him grab the wand and quickly rolled out of bed and followed as fast as she could.
She made it to the utility room just in time to see Snape pointing his wand at the pup, who was standing in the middle of the utility room, his little tail wagging and smiling up at his new master with his snaggly teeth.
”Petrificus To—“ Snape said, before Hermione snatched his wand out of his hand.
”What do you think you’re doing?” she snapped at her husband.
“I was simply going to relax him, so he’d fall asleep,” he replied. “Quietly fall asleep.”
”You were going to petrify him!” Hermione hissed.
”Petrification is not harmful, and a far better option than knocking him out with a Bludger,” Snape said. “I’ve got to get some sleep, Hermione.”
”Well, just go back to bed. I’ll take care of him,” Hermione said, slapping Snape’s wand back into his hand so he winced. “Honestly, I can’t believe you’d hex a helpless puppy.”
Hermione pulled back the gate and walked in. The pup bounced over to her and stood up with his paws on her legs, his tail wagging madly. She picked him up and the pup licked her face happily.
Snape scowled.
“You’re going to get a nasty nick sooner or later,” Snape said, eyeing the protruding teeth pressing into her flesh.
“Don’t worry about it. Just go back to bed, Severus,” Hermione said, sitting down in the folding chair and putting the puppy on her lap.
Snape looked at the floor. The pup had missed all the parchment. He Scourgified the mess.
”He doesn’t have very good aim, does he?” the wizard said to his wife.
“Just go to bed, Severus,” she snapped at him.
”Fine. I’m going.”
Snape walked back up the hallway and into the bedroom. He took off his slippers, put his wand on the nightstand and slipped into bed. But now, without Hermione’s warm body beside him, he was finding it hard to sleep.
”Blasted dog,” he hissed, punching his pillow and trying to fall back to sleep.
Presently, Hermione returned to bed. Snape was still awake but didn’t move, pretending to be sleeping peacefully. Hermione settled in beside him, but turned her back. Snape slid over to get a bit of contact anyway. He felt her against him and all was right with the world again. He became sleepy instantly. Just as he was drifting off . . .
”AhRooooommmm! UrpUrpUrp! AhOOOOooooommmm!” rang through the house louder and more pitiful than ever.
Snape flipped his pillow over his head, holding it against his ears as he buried his face in the sheets..
Maybe he should have listened to Hermione and got a cat instead.
* * * * *
A/N: Whenever I got a dog, I’d always get an adult from the pound for precisely this reason. A lot of people don’t realize pups are like babies and don’t like to be left alone in the dark. Lol. Thanks for reading.