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20
AN: I have done the most stupid thing there is to do
AN: I have done the most stupid thing there is to do. I have
never been able to spell the word ‘nessisary.’ When using my spell checker the
other day I hit ‘ADD’ instead of ‘CORRECT.’ It will never be spelled correctly
again unless anyone tells me how to take thinks out of the dictionary. Oops.
Thanks for the reviews. Obviously the 10 hour work days are
taking its toll in the spelling department. I’ll try to get better. (And no I
don’t have a beta because it’s taking me so long to write now if I sent it to a
beta it would take about 2 weeks for me to post a chapter and that would suck.)
If there are any obsessed people that can get me a chapter
back in a day I might let them beta. (I’m totally impatient, no ones fault but
mine.)
Severus is supposed to act different in Russia.
Not only is he a teacher on vacation, he’s visiting favorite relatives. He
hasn’t lost any of his snarkiness, it’s just on the backburner because we tend
to act differently around family.
Marriage Law Chapter 20
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione woke to hear Crookshanks purring and seemed to have
acquired an extra lump on her bed.
She opened her eyes and saw the small elf she had seen the
night before scratching Crookshanks behind the ears.
“Zdrast-vo-che,” said Hermione tentatively trying to say
hello. She didn’t know what to do if the little fellow responded in Russian. ‘Hello’
was about as far as she went.
Hermione inwardly kicked herself for coming to a country
without bothering to learn the basics of its language.
“My mother was born in Scotland,
Madam,” said the elf bobbing. It looked like he was trying to be polite and not
laugh at what she just said. “I can speak English.”
“Oh good,” said Hermione, relieved. She looked over at her
breakfast tray and saw her post stacked on one corner. Cherv handed her a small
scroll. “What’s this?”
“It is from Cherv’s cousin, Madam,” said Cherv. “I was
hoping you could read it.”
“You can’t read?” asked Hermione taking the parchment from
him.
“I can’t read English, Madam,” the elf said as Crookshanks
encircled him, butting him with his head and covering him with orange fur. “I
can read and write Russian and Greek.”
“Of course,” Hermione said smiling and opening the letter. As
she skimmed it her face widened into a smile.
Cherv,
All is well at
Hogwarts. Children have gone home, but there is still much to do. All letters
have to be written for new children and rooms readied.
A new painting of one
of the founders has been put in Headmasters office. She is very nice and Dobby
is liking her very much. She often has Words with Phineas Nigellus and Dobby is
now in charge of repairs in the headmaster’s office if their disagreements
escalate. It is interesting work and Dobby is learning all sorts of new words
that are Inappropriate to Say in Front of a Lady. Headmaster Nigellus has told
me and I’m guessing Madame Snape is reading this to you so I cannot write it.
Hermione laughed. Phineas was so imperious and Helga was so
hard-headed Hermione was amazed Dumbledore put them in the same room. She felt
slightly sorry for the other paintings.
Dobby thinks you need
to tell Hermione the Legend of Felix the Kind. She would think it amusing.
Also, tell her that her friends miss her very much and hopes she takes care in
a place she is not familiar .
.
I hope you are doing
well and mother asks Dobby to tell you to give our regards to your mother.
Sincerely,
Dobby
Hogwarts Free-Elf
“Who is Felix the Kind?” Hermione asked.
“Masters great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather,”
Cherv hopped happily on the bed. “He freed all the elves on the estate.”
“He did?” asked Hermione. Obviously this was a man ahead of
his time.
“He thought we would look more dignified in uniforms,” said
Cherv ceasing his hopping. “He was not thinking clearly.”
“Because uniforms are clothes,” Hermione faded off. Ahead of
his time, perhaps. Ahead of his vodka, defiantly not. “If you’re all freed and
have uniforms why aren’t you wearing them?”
“We would not want to – well,” Cherv said hesitantly.
“You’re embarrassed,” said Hermione reaching for the
breakfast tray on the table near her bed. She looked at her open faced ham and
cheese sandwich and shrugged. She would have to get used to the food
differences as well.
“It’s not something to be proud of, Madam,” said Cherv.
Hermione sighed and reached for her fork.
***
Hermione followed Cherv to Severus’ chamber and waited after
he knocked on the door for her.
“Enter,” came Severus’ voice from inside.
The door opened into a room smaller than hers. Dark mahogany
paneling lined the walls and a deep green carpet covered the floor. Furniture
matching the walls and floor spread over the room.
Severus sat on a green velvet couch wearing a pale yellow
bathrobe. Hermione blinked a few minutes and shook her head slightly. He seemed
to be reading a document under a pane of glass laid over the top of the low
table in front of him.
“How’s your Gaelic?” Severus asked frowning slightly at the
table.
“Um,” said Hermione wincing. “Tolerable.”
“Unfortunately, merely ‘tolerable’ is not sufficient,” said
Severus. “I’ll have to get a translator.”
“Is there anyone trustworthy enough to be a translator?”
Hermione asked trepedatiously.
Severus raised his beetle-black eyes and they bored into
her.
“No,” he said sarcastically. “I thought I’d go down to Economy
Translators with a few copies I’ll have run off and see what they think of it.
Thought I’d give the Dark Lord a bit of a break for a change.”
Hermione gave him an annoyed look. He was beginning to
really enjoy those.
He smirked at her. She was really beginning to enjoy that.
“Well, as long as the Amazons are the front line,” she said
brusquely as she peered at the document.
“I owled Charlie,” said Severus. I expect he’ll reply by
this evening.
“Weasley?” Hermione asked. The only word she recognized on
the page was ‘rise.’ Her Gaelic was colorful, if it wasn’t practical. She had
Seamus Finnegan to thank for that. She pointed it out to Severus, helpfully.
“Too bad Finnegan never had enough brain to think on his
own,” said Severus. “He’d come in handy.”
Hermione frowned, but inwardly agreed with him. Severus
shrugged at her.
***
Professor Snape and
Hermione,
I have some time I can
take to come see you. Is three days time alright?
~ Charlie
P.S. Is the estate
hooked up to the Floo network?
***
Charlie,
Friday is fine. The
estate is fine for floo. Bring pictures of everyone.
Love,
Hermione
***
Hermione,
We all got owls from
Charlie but decided it best to put Colin in charge. Have you ever seen Charlie
try to organize anything?
Hope you’re taking
care.
~ Ron
***
Ron,
Yes I have seen
Charlie try to organize. Don’t know what I was thinking. Colin was a great
idea.
I miss all of you
terribly. Maybe you can come visit.
Love,
Hermione
***
Hermion
I’
I’d love to come, but
Harry would want to come too and it’s just not safe for him there. Mum would
kill me. Ginny would like to come, but mum won’t hear of that either.
Sorry,
Ron
***
Hermione folded the last parchment and scowled. Mrs. Weasley
was right. It was very inconvenient sometimes.
Hermione saw the firelight flicker green and she raised her
eyes to see Charlie Weasley walk through the hearth into the ballroom.
“Oh my God,” said Charlie looking around. His red hair desperately
needed a haircut and his clothing was nice, but worn. He pulled a worn trunk in
behind him. A bandage was wrapped around his left hand.
“Charlie!” said Hermione flinging herself at him.
“Glad to see you well, Hermione,” said Charlie amused as he
noticed she had put on a few pounds. Russian food was certainly looking good on
her.
“Severus is out,” said Hermione apologetically. “He should
get back soon. I was hoping he’d get back before you got here.”
p;
p;
“I’m sure he’ll be along,” said Charlie looking at the
chairs and tea service Hermione had moved near the fireplace.
“You must be starving,” said Hermione suddenly realizing how
much Charlie looked like Ron when he was hungry and her chest ached a little.
“A little,” admitted Charlie. “But I’ll wait for dinner.”
“Nonsense,” said Hermione. “Dinner’s a few hours away.” She
cut him a small piece of cake and poured him some tea.
They had just sat down when the flames went green again.
“Hello, Charlie,” said Severus stepping into the room.
“How’s your moth
“Fine,” said Charlie, trying to swallow the bite of cake he
had just bitten into before he took Severus’ hand.
“What happened to your hand?” Severus asked.
“Hatchling got a little frisky,” said Charlie.
“You weren’t wearing gloves?” Severus frowned.
“Sometimes it’s just not personal with the little ones,”
Charlie said trying to look innocent.
“You’re as bad as Hagrid, sometimes,” said Severus shaking
his head. “And I’m guessing you’re starving.”
“Err-,” said Charlie, really looking like Ron now.
“Into the kitchens and get a real meal,” Severus commanded.
“Your mother would be furious with me.”
“I’m nearly thirty,” said Charlie weakly defiant.
“All the more you should know better,” said Severus. He
swung around to face Hermione. “And I’m guessing that cake and tea is your idea
of lunch?”
“Err-,” Hermione stammered.
“Get a sand, bo, both of you,” said Severus rolling his eyes
at the ceiling. “Then we’ll begin going over the paperwork.”
“Get in a bit of fishing before bed?” Charlie said
hopefully.
“Perhaps,” said Severus. “We can carpet to the lake and get
in a couple of hours.”
“In the dark?” Hermione asked.
“Not this time of year,” Charlie said confused Hermione.
“Aren’t there any windows here?” He looked around.
“They’re enchanted,” said Severus. “All the light changes
bother mother.”
Hermione blinked in realization. The days must be almost
completely light. She had forgotten completely.
“Can we lift the enchantments?” Hermione asked.
“As long as we put them back before we leave,” Severus said.
“I thought it would bother you so I didn’t alter t”
”
“Round the clock daylight would be ideal,” said Hermione. “I
have shutters on my windows.”
“I’ll have it seen to,” said Severus. “Now go eat.”
“Fine,” said Hermione sighing.
***
“I think he’s secretly taking lessons from mum,” Charlie
said conspiratorially.
Hermione giggled and bit into her ham and brie sandwich.
“At least he’s making an effort to be tolerable,” Charlie
added as an afterthought.
‘You have no idea,’ thought Hermione.
AN: I have done the most stupid thing there is to do. I have
never been able to spell the word ‘nessisary.’ When using my spell checker the
other day I hit ‘ADD’ instead of ‘CORRECT.’ It will never be spelled correctly
again unless anyone tells me how to take thinks out of the dictionary. Oops.
Thanks for the reviews. Obviously the 10 hour work days are
taking its toll in the spelling department. I’ll try to get better. (And no I
don’t have a beta because it’s taking me so long to write now if I sent it to a
beta it would take about 2 weeks for me to post a chapter and that would suck.)
If there are any obsessed people that can get me a chapter
back in a day I might let them beta. (I’m totally impatient, no ones fault but
mine.)
Severus is supposed to act different in Russia.
Not only is he a teacher on vacation, he’s visiting favorite relatives. He
hasn’t lost any of his snarkiness, it’s just on the backburner because we tend
to act differently around family.
Marriage Law Chapter 20
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione woke to hear Crookshanks purring and seemed to have
acquired an extra lump on her bed.
She opened her eyes and saw the small elf she had seen the
night before scratching Crookshanks behind the ears.
“Zdrast-vo-che,” said Hermione tentatively trying to say
hello. She didn’t know what to do if the little fellow responded in Russian. ‘Hello’
was about as far as she went.
Hermione inwardly kicked herself for coming to a country
without bothering to learn the basics of its language.
“My mother was born in Scotland,
Madam,” said the elf bobbing. It looked like he was trying to be polite and not
laugh at what she just said. “I can speak English.”
“Oh good,” said Hermione, relieved. She looked over at her
breakfast tray and saw her post stacked on one corner. Cherv handed her a small
scroll. “What’s this?”
“It is from Cherv’s cousin, Madam,” said Cherv. “I was
hoping you could read it.”
“You can’t read?” asked Hermione taking the parchment from
him.
“I can’t read English, Madam,” the elf said as Crookshanks
encircled him, butting him with his head and covering him with orange fur. “I
can read and write Russian and Greek.”
“Of course,” Hermione said smiling and opening the letter. As
she skimmed it her face widened into a smile.
Cherv,
All is well at
Hogwarts. Children have gone home, but there is still much to do. All letters
have to be written for new children and rooms readied.
A new painting of one
of the founders has been put in Headmasters office. She is very nice and Dobby
is liking her very much. She often has Words with Phineas Nigellus and Dobby is
now in charge of repairs in the headmaster’s office if their disagreements
escalate. It is interesting work and Dobby is learning all sorts of new words
that are Inappropriate to Say in Front of a Lady. Headmaster Nigellus has told
me and I’m guessing Madame Snape is reading this to you so I cannot write it.
Hermione laughed. Phineas was so imperious and Helga was so
hard-headed Hermione was amazed Dumbledore put them in the same room. She felt
slightly sorry for the other paintings.
Dobby thinks you need
to tell Hermione the Legend of Felix the Kind. She would think it amusing.
Also, tell her that her friends miss her very much and hopes she takes care in
a place she is not familiar .
.
I hope you are doing
well and mother asks Dobby to tell you to give our regards to your mother.
Sincerely,
Dobby
Hogwarts Free-Elf
“Who is Felix the Kind?” Hermione asked.
“Masters great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather,”
Cherv hopped happily on the bed. “He freed all the elves on the estate.”
“He did?” asked Hermione. Obviously this was a man ahead of
his time.
“He thought we would look more dignified in uniforms,” said
Cherv ceasing his hopping. “He was not thinking clearly.”
“Because uniforms are clothes,” Hermione faded off. Ahead of
his time, perhaps. Ahead of his vodka, defiantly not. “If you’re all freed and
have uniforms why aren’t you wearing them?”
“We would not want to – well,” Cherv said hesitantly.
“You’re embarrassed,” said Hermione reaching for the
breakfast tray on the table near her bed. She looked at her open faced ham and
cheese sandwich and shrugged. She would have to get used to the food
differences as well.
“It’s not something to be proud of, Madam,” said Cherv.
Hermione sighed and reached for her fork.
***
Hermione followed Cherv to Severus’ chamber and waited after
he knocked on the door for her.
“Enter,” came Severus’ voice from inside.
The door opened into a room smaller than hers. Dark mahogany
paneling lined the walls and a deep green carpet covered the floor. Furniture
matching the walls and floor spread over the room.
Severus sat on a green velvet couch wearing a pale yellow
bathrobe. Hermione blinked a few minutes and shook her head slightly. He seemed
to be reading a document under a pane of glass laid over the top of the low
table in front of him.
“How’s your Gaelic?” Severus asked frowning slightly at the
table.
“Um,” said Hermione wincing. “Tolerable.”
“Unfortunately, merely ‘tolerable’ is not sufficient,” said
Severus. “I’ll have to get a translator.”
“Is there anyone trustworthy enough to be a translator?”
Hermione asked trepedatiously.
Severus raised his beetle-black eyes and they bored into
her.
“No,” he said sarcastically. “I thought I’d go down to Economy
Translators with a few copies I’ll have run off and see what they think of it.
Thought I’d give the Dark Lord a bit of a break for a change.”
Hermione gave him an annoyed look. He was beginning to
really enjoy those.
He smirked at her. She was really beginning to enjoy that.
“Well, as long as the Amazons are the front line,” she said
brusquely as she peered at the document.
“I owled Charlie,” said Severus. I expect he’ll reply by
this evening.
“Weasley?” Hermione asked. The only word she recognized on
the page was ‘rise.’ Her Gaelic was colorful, if it wasn’t practical. She had
Seamus Finnegan to thank for that. She pointed it out to Severus, helpfully.
“Too bad Finnegan never had enough brain to think on his
own,” said Severus. “He’d come in handy.”
Hermione frowned, but inwardly agreed with him. Severus
shrugged at her.
***
Professor Snape and
Hermione,
I have some time I can
take to come see you. Is three days time alright?
~ Charlie
P.S. Is the estate
hooked up to the Floo network?
***
Charlie,
Friday is fine. The
estate is fine for floo. Bring pictures of everyone.
Love,
Hermione
***
Hermione,
We all got owls from
Charlie but decided it best to put Colin in charge. Have you ever seen Charlie
try to organize anything?
Hope you’re taking
care.
~ Ron
***
Ron,
Yes I have seen
Charlie try to organize. Don’t know what I was thinking. Colin was a great
idea.
I miss all of you
terribly. Maybe you can come visit.
Love,
Hermione
***
Hermion
I’
I’d love to come, but
Harry would want to come too and it’s just not safe for him there. Mum would
kill me. Ginny would like to come, but mum won’t hear of that either.
Sorry,
Ron
***
Hermione folded the last parchment and scowled. Mrs. Weasley
was right. It was very inconvenient sometimes.
Hermione saw the firelight flicker green and she raised her
eyes to see Charlie Weasley walk through the hearth into the ballroom.
“Oh my God,” said Charlie looking around. His red hair desperately
needed a haircut and his clothing was nice, but worn. He pulled a worn trunk in
behind him. A bandage was wrapped around his left hand.
“Charlie!” said Hermione flinging herself at him.
“Glad to see you well, Hermione,” said Charlie amused as he
noticed she had put on a few pounds. Russian food was certainly looking good on
her.
“Severus is out,” said Hermione apologetically. “He should
get back soon. I was hoping he’d get back before you got here.”
p;
p;
“I’m sure he’ll be along,” said Charlie looking at the
chairs and tea service Hermione had moved near the fireplace.
“You must be starving,” said Hermione suddenly realizing how
much Charlie looked like Ron when he was hungry and her chest ached a little.
“A little,” admitted Charlie. “But I’ll wait for dinner.”
“Nonsense,” said Hermione. “Dinner’s a few hours away.” She
cut him a small piece of cake and poured him some tea.
They had just sat down when the flames went green again.
“Hello, Charlie,” said Severus stepping into the room.
“How’s your moth
“Fine,” said Charlie, trying to swallow the bite of cake he
had just bitten into before he took Severus’ hand.
“What happened to your hand?” Severus asked.
“Hatchling got a little frisky,” said Charlie.
“You weren’t wearing gloves?” Severus frowned.
“Sometimes it’s just not personal with the little ones,”
Charlie said trying to look innocent.
“You’re as bad as Hagrid, sometimes,” said Severus shaking
his head. “And I’m guessing you’re starving.”
“Err-,” said Charlie, really looking like Ron now.
“Into the kitchens and get a real meal,” Severus commanded.
“Your mother would be furious with me.”
“I’m nearly thirty,” said Charlie weakly defiant.
“All the more you should know better,” said Severus. He
swung around to face Hermione. “And I’m guessing that cake and tea is your idea
of lunch?”
“Err-,” Hermione stammered.
“Get a sand, bo, both of you,” said Severus rolling his eyes
at the ceiling. “Then we’ll begin going over the paperwork.”
“Get in a bit of fishing before bed?” Charlie said
hopefully.
“Perhaps,” said Severus. “We can carpet to the lake and get
in a couple of hours.”
“In the dark?” Hermione asked.
“Not this time of year,” Charlie said confused Hermione.
“Aren’t there any windows here?” He looked around.
“They’re enchanted,” said Severus. “All the light changes
bother mother.”
Hermione blinked in realization. The days must be almost
completely light. She had forgotten completely.
“Can we lift the enchantments?” Hermione asked.
“As long as we put them back before we leave,” Severus said.
“I thought it would bother you so I didn’t alter t”
”
“Round the clock daylight would be ideal,” said Hermione. “I
have shutters on my windows.”
“I’ll have it seen to,” said Severus. “Now go eat.”
“Fine,” said Hermione sighing.
***
“I think he’s secretly taking lessons from mum,” Charlie
said conspiratorially.
Hermione giggled and bit into her ham and brie sandwich.
“At least he’s making an effort to be tolerable,” Charlie
added as an afterthought.
‘You have no idea,’ thought Hermione.