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The Headmaster
Sorry for the wait. Enjoy.
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Snape was still watching Hermione’s sleeping form when the headmaster stepped out of the floo.
“Do I even want to know why Miss Granger is asleep on your couch?” Professor Dumbledore asked raising his eyebrows at Snape.
Snape stared at the Headmaster a moment before answering. “You generally know everything that happens in this castle. Am I to believe that you did not know she was here?” Snape’s own eyebrow raised matching Dumbldore’s.
“Ah, yes. Well, a very frantic Mr. Weasley nearly broke down my door to inform me that Miss Granger had not met him after Potions this evening. And furthermore that he had taken it upon himself to search the castle. He became hysterical when another classmate of Miss Granger’s informed him that she stayed after class to speak with you.” Dumbledore motioned toward Snape’s classroom. “Perhaps we should continue this in your classroom so as not to wake her.”
Snape meekly followed Dumbledore to his classroom, waiting for the inevitable questions. He did not want to break his word to Hermione for fear she would break her end of the deal, but also knew he had to tell the Headmaster something.
Dumbledore leaned against Snape’s desk and watched with curiosity at the younger man’s internal battle was evident on his face. His eyes swept the classroom pausing briefly on Hermione’s discarded dress shirt and tie at his feet. “Obviously you are having a huge internal battle, as it is so clearly written on your face. But,” He pointedly looked down at Hermione’s shirt again. “Under the circumstances I need at least some form of an explanation.”
Visibly paling at the sight of Hermione’s shirt and tie, Snape realized what it must look like to the older man. “Headmaster, I assure you that it is definitely not as it looks. I do value my job a little more than that to be so careless. But I am also weary to tell you what exactly has happened because of prior promises to Miss Granger.”
“Be that as it may Severus, I need something to go on.”
“Can I at least have your word that you will trust my decisions for the time being and not seek your own audience with her? I told her I wouldn’t tell you anything for the time being. I don’t want her to break her end of the bargain simply because I have not held up mine.”
Dumbledore noticed that he actually looked worried. It was a little unnerving. “I will take that into consideration depending on what you tell me.”
‘I guess that’s the best I’m going to get out of him.’ He sighed before continuing. “Miss Granger has been under–” Snape paused looking for the right way to phrase it. “A fair amount of stress since the end of her fifth year it seems. Until this week she has hid it quite well. But it seems that she has found the same joys of masochism that I used to have. Last class I had to send her to the hospital wing with a bleeding arm. I didn’t take the time to think about the fact that she requested the hospital wing over a simple potion I could have given her in class. But then this class the same arm was bleeding again, so I asked her to stay after to have a chat. I didn’t think this is what was going on. But I knew she wasn’t clumsy and that if Madam Pomphrey had fixed her arm that it shouldn’t have been bleeding again. She wouldn’t tell me anything. Which by the way, did you know she is very good at Occlumency? So, knowing she would have a tank top on under her dress shirt I made her take it off so I could examine her arm.” Looking up at Dumbledore for any clue as to what the man was thinking, he unconsciously held his breath.
“I’m assuming you know why she does it and that is what she doesn’t want people to know. How long has she been doing it and how bad?” Dumbledore looked to be bracing himself for the answer.
“Yes she told me why after much prodding. Since before her sixth year. As far as how bad it is, it isn’t as far along as I was. Her right arm has tiny scars all over from shoulder to elbow. But her left only has three longer, more recent cuts. She’s obviously getting deeper each time, needing more for the release.”
The Headmaster thought about all he had heard for a while before responding. “What have you gotten her to promise to? I recall how hard it was for you to stop.”
“She already knows how addictive it is. I think she might have tried to stop before now only to realize how much she relied on it. She has promised me to try to stop. I told her how I used quidditch. I’m not completely sure that she will go that route. She doesn’t seem to like the sport much.”
“When she wakes up, tell her we spoke. You can tell her you didn’t tell me everything obviously, only what I needed to know. Tell her I won’t interfere for the time being as long as she continues to keep her promise and speaks regularly with you. A weekly meeting wouldn’t be a bad idea for now. But understand that if she doesn’t start getting better I will change the arrangements.” Then he smiled. “So did she knock you on your ass when she kicked you out of her mind?”
Snape stared incredulously as the other man laughed hysterically. “You taught her! Well, for your information, I did not fall on my ass. I was just surprised is all. And if you taught her, and I’m assuming it was in the past year, how did you not know this was going on?”
“I taught her and Mr. Weasley over the summer. She wanted to learn the art and with the war over I had nothing else to do over the summer. And of course wherever she goes he follows. It’s sad really. He doesn’t seem to notice that she has no interest in him beyond a big brother-like friendship. She is a natural. I only got into her mind once before being quickly shut out. I got the feeling of despair, but I assumed it was the loss of Harry. Mr. Weasley on the other hand is abysmal at it. He doesn’t have the discipline for it.” Dumbledore chuckled. “Well, I shall take my leave. It’d be good for me not to be here when she awakens. Good luck, Severus.”
“Yeah. Thanks a lot.” Snape, sounding more like a petulant child than a grown man, followed Dumbledore back his study and watched as he stepped back through the fire. ‘If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’d taught the girl just to throw me off. Menacing old git.’
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Snape was still watching Hermione’s sleeping form when the headmaster stepped out of the floo.
“Do I even want to know why Miss Granger is asleep on your couch?” Professor Dumbledore asked raising his eyebrows at Snape.
Snape stared at the Headmaster a moment before answering. “You generally know everything that happens in this castle. Am I to believe that you did not know she was here?” Snape’s own eyebrow raised matching Dumbldore’s.
“Ah, yes. Well, a very frantic Mr. Weasley nearly broke down my door to inform me that Miss Granger had not met him after Potions this evening. And furthermore that he had taken it upon himself to search the castle. He became hysterical when another classmate of Miss Granger’s informed him that she stayed after class to speak with you.” Dumbledore motioned toward Snape’s classroom. “Perhaps we should continue this in your classroom so as not to wake her.”
Snape meekly followed Dumbledore to his classroom, waiting for the inevitable questions. He did not want to break his word to Hermione for fear she would break her end of the deal, but also knew he had to tell the Headmaster something.
Dumbledore leaned against Snape’s desk and watched with curiosity at the younger man’s internal battle was evident on his face. His eyes swept the classroom pausing briefly on Hermione’s discarded dress shirt and tie at his feet. “Obviously you are having a huge internal battle, as it is so clearly written on your face. But,” He pointedly looked down at Hermione’s shirt again. “Under the circumstances I need at least some form of an explanation.”
Visibly paling at the sight of Hermione’s shirt and tie, Snape realized what it must look like to the older man. “Headmaster, I assure you that it is definitely not as it looks. I do value my job a little more than that to be so careless. But I am also weary to tell you what exactly has happened because of prior promises to Miss Granger.”
“Be that as it may Severus, I need something to go on.”
“Can I at least have your word that you will trust my decisions for the time being and not seek your own audience with her? I told her I wouldn’t tell you anything for the time being. I don’t want her to break her end of the bargain simply because I have not held up mine.”
Dumbledore noticed that he actually looked worried. It was a little unnerving. “I will take that into consideration depending on what you tell me.”
‘I guess that’s the best I’m going to get out of him.’ He sighed before continuing. “Miss Granger has been under–” Snape paused looking for the right way to phrase it. “A fair amount of stress since the end of her fifth year it seems. Until this week she has hid it quite well. But it seems that she has found the same joys of masochism that I used to have. Last class I had to send her to the hospital wing with a bleeding arm. I didn’t take the time to think about the fact that she requested the hospital wing over a simple potion I could have given her in class. But then this class the same arm was bleeding again, so I asked her to stay after to have a chat. I didn’t think this is what was going on. But I knew she wasn’t clumsy and that if Madam Pomphrey had fixed her arm that it shouldn’t have been bleeding again. She wouldn’t tell me anything. Which by the way, did you know she is very good at Occlumency? So, knowing she would have a tank top on under her dress shirt I made her take it off so I could examine her arm.” Looking up at Dumbledore for any clue as to what the man was thinking, he unconsciously held his breath.
“I’m assuming you know why she does it and that is what she doesn’t want people to know. How long has she been doing it and how bad?” Dumbledore looked to be bracing himself for the answer.
“Yes she told me why after much prodding. Since before her sixth year. As far as how bad it is, it isn’t as far along as I was. Her right arm has tiny scars all over from shoulder to elbow. But her left only has three longer, more recent cuts. She’s obviously getting deeper each time, needing more for the release.”
The Headmaster thought about all he had heard for a while before responding. “What have you gotten her to promise to? I recall how hard it was for you to stop.”
“She already knows how addictive it is. I think she might have tried to stop before now only to realize how much she relied on it. She has promised me to try to stop. I told her how I used quidditch. I’m not completely sure that she will go that route. She doesn’t seem to like the sport much.”
“When she wakes up, tell her we spoke. You can tell her you didn’t tell me everything obviously, only what I needed to know. Tell her I won’t interfere for the time being as long as she continues to keep her promise and speaks regularly with you. A weekly meeting wouldn’t be a bad idea for now. But understand that if she doesn’t start getting better I will change the arrangements.” Then he smiled. “So did she knock you on your ass when she kicked you out of her mind?”
Snape stared incredulously as the other man laughed hysterically. “You taught her! Well, for your information, I did not fall on my ass. I was just surprised is all. And if you taught her, and I’m assuming it was in the past year, how did you not know this was going on?”
“I taught her and Mr. Weasley over the summer. She wanted to learn the art and with the war over I had nothing else to do over the summer. And of course wherever she goes he follows. It’s sad really. He doesn’t seem to notice that she has no interest in him beyond a big brother-like friendship. She is a natural. I only got into her mind once before being quickly shut out. I got the feeling of despair, but I assumed it was the loss of Harry. Mr. Weasley on the other hand is abysmal at it. He doesn’t have the discipline for it.” Dumbledore chuckled. “Well, I shall take my leave. It’d be good for me not to be here when she awakens. Good luck, Severus.”
“Yeah. Thanks a lot.” Snape, sounding more like a petulant child than a grown man, followed Dumbledore back his study and watched as he stepped back through the fire. ‘If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’d taught the girl just to throw me off. Menacing old git.’