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Adult ++
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12
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13,570
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157
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How Severus became Snivellus
Title : Thank you, Miss Granger
Disclaimer : see first chapter.
Many thanks to Taya, my beta-reader.
Chapter 3 : How Severus became Snivellus
She opened her eyes and understood immediately that there was something wrong. Nothing had moved. The desks were in exactly the same places. From the neat bottles on the shelves to the columns covered with dust, she was ready to bet that nothing had changed in 23 years, like the morbid setting of Sleeping Beauty. And now, was she supposed to be a prince?
Fortunately, her light headache was vanishing ; it was unpleasant enough to be on an errand instead of spending a good night resting, as she deserved. In a flash, she had the bitter vision of Harry and Ron happily snoring with wide smiles of contentment. She shook her head, trying to chase away the thought. There was no time for regrets and complains, she was on a mission.
That\'s it, she thought with sheer energy, focus on your task, girl!
She remembered the laconic orders she had been given by the Potions Master. He had not mentioned where she was supposed to hide. As his young version was supposed to be on his own at the end of the lesson, it was probably better to remain in the surroundings. How was she supposed to fix this particular problem?
He could have given her some clues about... Hold on! If he had said nothing, it meant he trusted her to find a way. She straightened. Well, she was going to show him what Gryffindor girls were made of! Yes! She could do it! She could picture herself walking back to him, confidently holding the sample.
\'There you go. Next time you\'ve got a problem to solve, you know where to find me\'.
McGonagall would congratulate her, but the only thing that would matter was the look on HIS face when she returned, successful. She smirked. It was worth it for that alone.
She was interrupted in the enjoyment of picturing her victory by a noise she knew well: the rumbling of pupils hurrying down the stairs to the dungeon.
Where she was currently standing.
Somewhere in her mind cogs started to turn in a manic fashion.
She scanned her surroundings, identified a small closet next to the storeroom and ran to it. Twisting and turning, she managed to hide herself almost completely. As long as nobody came looking for an extra duster, this would do.
The game was on.
**********
The door opened and the students started to pour in. The rumbling of footsteps was followed by some people whispering in a harsh tone ; there was an argument going on right outside the classroom.
\'So w You You\'re planning to squeal?\'
\'Call for Daddy?\'
She heard someone mumbling and then a cry of pain.
\'Just try.\'
And then a long silence reigned while the other students kept moving about in the room, heading to their places with short careful glances.
They know what\'s going on, Hermione thought, but nobody will move.
It was almost fascinating. She could not see where the confrontation had taken place through the keyhole but she recognized the last students: Sirius and James, as they settled next to Remus and Peter. And suddenly, when she thought everybody had sat down, the last student passed next to the closet and sank in front of his solitary desk. She could hear his tensed breath, while he rubbed his arm. She knew enough about the relationship between Snape and Harry\'s father to guess the identity of the thin boy clenching over his desk, his long black hair hiding his face from the rest of the world.
Great, she thought. Just great. No way could they have sent me to McGonagall\'s past, somebody with a less unpleasant life...
Suddenly, she remembered some of Ron\'s comments during their first year. Well, at least being a girl seemed to prevent you from physical violence.
Don\'t mind them, she mentally told the dark silhouette, they\'re just a bunch of stupid jerks. Who care what they think? And the rest of the class is just stupid cowards, they\'re all stupid. That\'s one of the thing you\'ll discover going through life and experiences.
Actually being tired did not improve her character. And Harry would probably not be very happy to hear about her being tempted to slap his father and Sirius to bring them to their senses. Yes, she would have to skip this part.
With a little sigh, she directed her attention to the boys ; Sirius and James exchanged smiles, Remus seemed less pleased, but Peter was clearly thrilled by the smell of blood.
And then the slow footsteps. The students stood up quietly under Hermione’s amazed gaze.
The footsteps were getting closer. Calm, determined, somebody who knew he would be welcomed by a perfect silence. The class tensed slightly as the Potions Master entered the room. And for a short moment, as he passed by the closet, there was no more light.
***********
A twirl on the heels, robe flowing around his tall figure, and then stillness, and a deep silence.
\'Good morning, class.\'
Hermione put a hand over her mouth. She knew that voice. The same silky deepness, soft like the feather of a quill. She mentally cursed Severus Snape for leaving this vital piece of information out.
\'Good morning, Professor Snape.\'
What the hell!... She was about to scream in disappointment. What\'s the fucking point of travelling to the past?! Can anyone tell me?!
\'Sit down.\'
The students proceeded to sit as Hermione tried to breathe deeply - and silently - to calm down. So that was why they were anxious about Severus turning them in to \'Daddy\'. No wonder why the animosity had suddenly come between them. Partiality, favouritism ; one could not expect a Snape to be fair with Slytherins, let alone someone of their own blood.
A reflection which proved that even if Hermione knew Severus Snape, she did not know Severus Snape\'s father.
************
\'Today, we will study a very peculiar potion: the Medela. It is a very complex potion which requires attention, precision and cold blood as you will have to use the blood of a living creature to achieve the purpose.\'
Hermione heard discreet shrieks from some of the girls.
\'The Medela prevents its drinker from feeling the pain, which might prove itself useful. Unfortunately, it also provides an impression of invincibility. You will therefore bear in mind that not feeling the pain does not mean your body is not hurt. I am not willing to bury another student this year.\'
The facial expressions varied from horror to disgust, there was even a hint of anger in James\'s eyes. Less than 3 feet from the closet, Severus was the only one to display no reaction. It was still difficult to see his face between the long greasy hair, but his eyes seemed slightly red as he stared at the invisible.
His father turned toward the closet and Hermione caught the sight of a very tall man, whose face was very similar to Severus\'s except from his long silver hair. He was also a bit more neat, and... aristocratic. She startled as he whispered with disdain:
\'What are you waiting for?\'
She bit her tongue so violently that the taste of blood ran into her mouth. But it was pointless, since he was not talking to her.
\'Snivelling like a girl,\' - a harsh whisper, and then - \'Take the chalk and write down the ingredients!\'
Severus briskly stood up and Hermione couldn\'t miss the vengeful look in the faces of Sirius and Potter.
How many surprises like that would she have to face? She had the very unpleasant feeling of being a little pawn with little understanding of the global situation and that was extremely frustrating. She wondered with a touch of bitterness how many more pieces of information her Potions Master had voluntarily omitted.
- End of chapter -
**************
Thanks a lot for the nice reviews! It\'s very interesting and it definitely helps to shape the following chapters.
For those who asked about the Slytherin robes, I had not planned it. Sometimes, characters just start improvising and there\'s nothing you can do about it. I thought Snape wanted to see Hermione in Slytherin colors, but now I realize it\'s probably not the only purpose.
About the interaction between past and present Severus, I suppose it depends on how you consider time-tuners affect the future. But you got Snape, he doesn\'t want any interaction that might change his iny.iny. *grin*
I am however surprised that nobody objects on fantasizing about an innocent teenage boy.
Deb - You\'re always the first one to review. How do you do that?! It\'s almost scary. The Slytherin robes are a bit of an comedian attire, you\'re right. And to answer your question, Hermione will ultimately have all the answers about the sample.
XxphenixX - I have a beta, but posted a work-in progress version last time. Won\'t do it again, too many mistakes. The final version is posted now. But why do you ask, do you beta-read? I\'ll definitely try to watch 10TIHAY, the sheep line has convinced me. LOL. About Hermione \"screwed\"? Well, I don\'t think she wouldn\'t be opposed to the idea. And most of the things you\'ve spotted were there on purpose.
Constructive criticism is more than welcome.
*********
Disclaimer : see first chapter.
Many thanks to Taya, my beta-reader.
Chapter 3 : How Severus became Snivellus
She opened her eyes and understood immediately that there was something wrong. Nothing had moved. The desks were in exactly the same places. From the neat bottles on the shelves to the columns covered with dust, she was ready to bet that nothing had changed in 23 years, like the morbid setting of Sleeping Beauty. And now, was she supposed to be a prince?
Fortunately, her light headache was vanishing ; it was unpleasant enough to be on an errand instead of spending a good night resting, as she deserved. In a flash, she had the bitter vision of Harry and Ron happily snoring with wide smiles of contentment. She shook her head, trying to chase away the thought. There was no time for regrets and complains, she was on a mission.
That\'s it, she thought with sheer energy, focus on your task, girl!
She remembered the laconic orders she had been given by the Potions Master. He had not mentioned where she was supposed to hide. As his young version was supposed to be on his own at the end of the lesson, it was probably better to remain in the surroundings. How was she supposed to fix this particular problem?
He could have given her some clues about... Hold on! If he had said nothing, it meant he trusted her to find a way. She straightened. Well, she was going to show him what Gryffindor girls were made of! Yes! She could do it! She could picture herself walking back to him, confidently holding the sample.
\'There you go. Next time you\'ve got a problem to solve, you know where to find me\'.
McGonagall would congratulate her, but the only thing that would matter was the look on HIS face when she returned, successful. She smirked. It was worth it for that alone.
She was interrupted in the enjoyment of picturing her victory by a noise she knew well: the rumbling of pupils hurrying down the stairs to the dungeon.
Where she was currently standing.
Somewhere in her mind cogs started to turn in a manic fashion.
She scanned her surroundings, identified a small closet next to the storeroom and ran to it. Twisting and turning, she managed to hide herself almost completely. As long as nobody came looking for an extra duster, this would do.
The game was on.
**********
The door opened and the students started to pour in. The rumbling of footsteps was followed by some people whispering in a harsh tone ; there was an argument going on right outside the classroom.
\'So w You You\'re planning to squeal?\'
\'Call for Daddy?\'
She heard someone mumbling and then a cry of pain.
\'Just try.\'
And then a long silence reigned while the other students kept moving about in the room, heading to their places with short careful glances.
They know what\'s going on, Hermione thought, but nobody will move.
It was almost fascinating. She could not see where the confrontation had taken place through the keyhole but she recognized the last students: Sirius and James, as they settled next to Remus and Peter. And suddenly, when she thought everybody had sat down, the last student passed next to the closet and sank in front of his solitary desk. She could hear his tensed breath, while he rubbed his arm. She knew enough about the relationship between Snape and Harry\'s father to guess the identity of the thin boy clenching over his desk, his long black hair hiding his face from the rest of the world.
Great, she thought. Just great. No way could they have sent me to McGonagall\'s past, somebody with a less unpleasant life...
Suddenly, she remembered some of Ron\'s comments during their first year. Well, at least being a girl seemed to prevent you from physical violence.
Don\'t mind them, she mentally told the dark silhouette, they\'re just a bunch of stupid jerks. Who care what they think? And the rest of the class is just stupid cowards, they\'re all stupid. That\'s one of the thing you\'ll discover going through life and experiences.
Actually being tired did not improve her character. And Harry would probably not be very happy to hear about her being tempted to slap his father and Sirius to bring them to their senses. Yes, she would have to skip this part.
With a little sigh, she directed her attention to the boys ; Sirius and James exchanged smiles, Remus seemed less pleased, but Peter was clearly thrilled by the smell of blood.
And then the slow footsteps. The students stood up quietly under Hermione’s amazed gaze.
The footsteps were getting closer. Calm, determined, somebody who knew he would be welcomed by a perfect silence. The class tensed slightly as the Potions Master entered the room. And for a short moment, as he passed by the closet, there was no more light.
***********
A twirl on the heels, robe flowing around his tall figure, and then stillness, and a deep silence.
\'Good morning, class.\'
Hermione put a hand over her mouth. She knew that voice. The same silky deepness, soft like the feather of a quill. She mentally cursed Severus Snape for leaving this vital piece of information out.
\'Good morning, Professor Snape.\'
What the hell!... She was about to scream in disappointment. What\'s the fucking point of travelling to the past?! Can anyone tell me?!
\'Sit down.\'
The students proceeded to sit as Hermione tried to breathe deeply - and silently - to calm down. So that was why they were anxious about Severus turning them in to \'Daddy\'. No wonder why the animosity had suddenly come between them. Partiality, favouritism ; one could not expect a Snape to be fair with Slytherins, let alone someone of their own blood.
A reflection which proved that even if Hermione knew Severus Snape, she did not know Severus Snape\'s father.
************
\'Today, we will study a very peculiar potion: the Medela. It is a very complex potion which requires attention, precision and cold blood as you will have to use the blood of a living creature to achieve the purpose.\'
Hermione heard discreet shrieks from some of the girls.
\'The Medela prevents its drinker from feeling the pain, which might prove itself useful. Unfortunately, it also provides an impression of invincibility. You will therefore bear in mind that not feeling the pain does not mean your body is not hurt. I am not willing to bury another student this year.\'
The facial expressions varied from horror to disgust, there was even a hint of anger in James\'s eyes. Less than 3 feet from the closet, Severus was the only one to display no reaction. It was still difficult to see his face between the long greasy hair, but his eyes seemed slightly red as he stared at the invisible.
His father turned toward the closet and Hermione caught the sight of a very tall man, whose face was very similar to Severus\'s except from his long silver hair. He was also a bit more neat, and... aristocratic. She startled as he whispered with disdain:
\'What are you waiting for?\'
She bit her tongue so violently that the taste of blood ran into her mouth. But it was pointless, since he was not talking to her.
\'Snivelling like a girl,\' - a harsh whisper, and then - \'Take the chalk and write down the ingredients!\'
Severus briskly stood up and Hermione couldn\'t miss the vengeful look in the faces of Sirius and Potter.
How many surprises like that would she have to face? She had the very unpleasant feeling of being a little pawn with little understanding of the global situation and that was extremely frustrating. She wondered with a touch of bitterness how many more pieces of information her Potions Master had voluntarily omitted.
- End of chapter -
**************
Thanks a lot for the nice reviews! It\'s very interesting and it definitely helps to shape the following chapters.
For those who asked about the Slytherin robes, I had not planned it. Sometimes, characters just start improvising and there\'s nothing you can do about it. I thought Snape wanted to see Hermione in Slytherin colors, but now I realize it\'s probably not the only purpose.
About the interaction between past and present Severus, I suppose it depends on how you consider time-tuners affect the future. But you got Snape, he doesn\'t want any interaction that might change his iny.iny. *grin*
I am however surprised that nobody objects on fantasizing about an innocent teenage boy.
Deb - You\'re always the first one to review. How do you do that?! It\'s almost scary. The Slytherin robes are a bit of an comedian attire, you\'re right. And to answer your question, Hermione will ultimately have all the answers about the sample.
XxphenixX - I have a beta, but posted a work-in progress version last time. Won\'t do it again, too many mistakes. The final version is posted now. But why do you ask, do you beta-read? I\'ll definitely try to watch 10TIHAY, the sheep line has convinced me. LOL. About Hermione \"screwed\"? Well, I don\'t think she wouldn\'t be opposed to the idea. And most of the things you\'ve spotted were there on purpose.
Constructive criticism is more than welcome.
*********