I Will Remember You

Sorry it took me so long guys and gals. I will normally update on
Mondays, but I have been sick all weekend. So here is the next chapter,
and yes, we finally have some Snape. Thoughts will be noted with ~ ~

Hermione was enjoying her newfound privileges in the Restricted
section. She was reading up on the rise and fall of the Dark Arts
in Europe. These volumes gave much more detail than their
Defense Against the Darts tts textbooks. It scared her to think that
people could do such horrors to one another. She thought of her
parents, and wished she had been there. She did not want to die,
but she needed to know if they suffered. It was, she believed, her
fault they had died, she at least wanted to know how. As she continued
to read, she felt herself getting very depressed, so she decided it was
time to move onto a different subject. She quickly found herself in the
Potions section. Potions was secretly her favorite subject, though
everyone else believed it was Transfiguration. Being Muggleborn,
magical theory and wand magic were harder to grasp. She was no less
talented in them, but she preferred potions, particularly herbal
potions. Each herb had a set list of properties, and the brewer
combined those to achieve the end result. It fascinated her.
She spent hours pouring over volumes until she found a potion she knew
she had to try. It was the Priore Diem potion. If brewed correctly,
it would allow her, in her head, to go back to the night her parents
were killed and see everything through the eyes of one of her parents.
She only needed something that belonged to the person whose point of
view she wished to see. That was easy, as Hermione had borrowed her
mother's amber pendant the day that they had been killed. She wrote
down the lengthy potion and checked to make sure she could get all of
the ingredients. Most of them were in the student stores, though some
would require a late night trip to Greenhouse 5, where Professor Sprout
kept her most rare or deadliest plants. She knew that wouldn't be too
difficult. She would make her trip tonight and spend tomorrow brewing
her potion. She looked at the clock, and realized that it was already
time for dinner. She had missed lunch and was very hungry. She returned
her volumes to the shelves and made her way to the Great Hall.

She walked through the double doors and into the Great Hall.
As she entered, she noticed the enchanted shy was quite stormy tonight.
She would most likely get soaked on her trip to the greenhouse tonight.
But she dismissed her worries and took her seat. It was Snape's seat,
but as he was not here and she had sat there every meal since she
arrived, she could care less. She was enjoying her meal for once,
as she had not had much appetite these past few weeks. Suddenly the
Great Hall doors burst open and in walked Snape, soaked from the rain
and in a very foul mood. "Why is SHE in my seat?" "Serverus, please
calm down. We had no idea you would be back this evening." "Albus, I
find that hard to believe as you always seem to know everything else.
And you, Miss Granger, why are you STILL. IN. MY. SEAT?!" Hermione
stood up, eyes stinging with tears she would not shed in front of him.
She looked as him with fire in her gaze and acid in her voice.
"So sorry, sir. I did not know that your highness would be returning
this evening." She stormed from the hall, ran for her room, and let
the tears fall.

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"Well done, Severus! She probably won't leave her room for a month now."
"Oh stuff it, Minerva. What is that know-it-all Gryffindor doing here
anyway?" "Severus, that is ENOUGH! I will see you in my office as soon
as dinner is through." "Yes Headmaster."

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Hermione fell onto her bed, tears falling freely. ~ Why does he have
to be such an insufferable git? It's not like I knew he would be here
tonight. There were tons of extra chairs. Couldn't he have sat in one
of those, just for tonight? He was only such a prat because I am a
Gryffindor. If I had been one of his precious Slytherins, he would
never have been so mean to me. Then again if I were a Slytherin,
I wouldn't be here, because my parents wouldn't be dead! ~
With that she collapsed into a fit of sobs, with violent tremors
causing her small body to shake.

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Severus had gone straight to his quarters after his talk with Albus.
He had been told everything about Hermione's situation. ~ How could I
have been so awful to her? Poor girl just lost her parents, and I had
to go in there and act like a git. I should have known that something
bad had happened, or else why would she be there? I should apolog
T
Tomorrow, yes tomorrow. Albus said she spends all day in the library,
so I will find her there and speak to her. Contrary to popular belief,
I do not hate the girl. She is the most intelligent witch I have ever
taught. She reminds me of...well, me. I must set the record straight
tomorrow. ~ Severus finished his snifter of brandy, and made his way
to his bedchamber in hopes of getting a few hours of sleep before his
nightmares started again.


Well I hope you all enjoyed it. The next chapter will be up next Monday
at the latest. If I have time, I may update again on Friday.
And in case you all were wondering, I do know everything that is going
to happen, it is just sitting down and writing it that is going to take
time. I am a 3rd year college student, so homework must come first.