Misjudged

Misjudged

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Summary: Everything starts the last week of Hermione’s 7th year. Both she and Snape find out they have both misjudged each other. As the war draws to a close will romance blossom? Or will their pasts interfere? R/R


Chapter 5- Hello Son

It had been two weeks after the final battle. The students arrived and classes resumed. Ron had been kicked out of the auror training program and fined 200 galleons for hitting Hermione.

Ron was sitting inside a pub in Knockturn Alley and had a bottle of Fire whiskey in front of him and a full tumbler in his hand. He downed his tumbler, got to his feet and started to leave. As he headed to the door someone bumped into him.

“Watch where you’re going you greasy git.” Ron hissed.

“Excuse me? What did you say boy?” the man asked.

Ron looked up and gasped. The man was about 6 foot 5, shoulder length black hair, black eyes and swallow skin. Ron just stared for a second.

“You look like that fucking bastard Snape!” Ron cried.

“I should. He’s my son.” the man said.

“You’re that fucker’s father?” Ron asked.

“Yes. Damien Snape. What’s it to you?” Damien answered.

“Just so you know, I’m out for revenge and your son’s blood.” Ron said.

“Really? What has he done now? Why don‘t I buy us a drink and you can tell me. I‘ve been out of the country for almost ten years and am a bit out of the loop as they say.” Damien asked.

Ron nodded. The two grabbed a booth in the back, ordered a bottle of Fire whiskey and Ron began his story.

“He has somehow bewitched the woman I love to fall in love with him. He also kept her from being with her friends during the final battle. She stood beside him instead of standing with me.” Ron started.

“My son stood with Dumbledore?” Damien asked.

“Yeah. He’s been a spy for Dumbledore for at leas twenty years. Maybe more.” Ron answered.

“I see.” Damien said quietly.

“Not only has he taken Hermione from me, but I know he’s fucking her too.” Ron said as he downed another drink.

“Is this witch a pure-blood?” Damien asked.

“No. Muggle.” Ron answered.

“I see. What can I do to help you?” Damien asked.

“I want Hermione back. Perhaps you could kidnap her from that bastard, take her somewhere and wait for me. Then me and Hermione could be together.” Ron answered.

“I could. What would my payment be? After all, I don’t work for free.” Damien said.

“I can pay you 325 galleons. I can have the money for you in two days.” Ron replied.

“Very well. In the mean time, I will begin learning all I can about this girl. Meet me in the east end of London, by the docks at midnight in two days. Good evening Mr. Weasley.” Damien instructed.

“How did you know my name?” Ron asked.

“I knew your father. Plus your hair gave you away.” Damien asked.

Ron watched as Damien swept out of the pub.

‘Finally. She’ll be mine.’ he thought as he got up and left as well.

“Now, you just rest here. I’ll release you an hour before dinner.” Hermione said to the first year who was laying in the cot.

“Good afternoon my dear.” Severus said from the door.

“Good afternoon yourself. Did you need something Professor?” Hermione asked as she pulled the curtain around the young girl’s bed.

“Yes. A headache potion and this.” Severus answered as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. They stayed that way for about a minutes then pulled away. Hermione smiled as she went to retrieve a headache potion.

“Where’s Poppy?” he asked.

“Hogsmeade. She needed to get a few things. Did you run out of headache potion all ready?” she answered.

“Yeah. After the final war, helping Albus get things reorganized and classes, I seem to be getting more and more headaches.” he said.

Hermione leaned up and whispered in his arm.

“Maybe tonight I can help.” she whispered.

Severus grinned. As Hermione turned to head to the office, Severus reached out and slapped her ass playfully before leaving himself. Hermione had a bright smile on her face the rest of the day.

Since Voldemort was finally gone, Severus had begun to loosen up. He was still a hard ass in his classes, but in a different manner. He was able to praise those students who deserved it and was finally able to work with his students one-on-one in his class. He was being a real teacher. The students respected him and didn’t fear him as much.

At dinner Hermione noticed Sirius was there. She assumed it was because the full moon was tonight and he was covering Remus’s classes the next few days. Hermione and Severus, as well as the rest of the staff noticed that Remus seemed a bit down. Ever since Kingsley Shacklebolt’s funeral.

“Severus, after dinner I’m going to talk to Remus. Something’s wrong and I’m worried.” Hermione said.

“As am I. Just be sure and watch your time. It’s a full moon tonight.” Severus replied.

After dinner Hermione lead Remus outside. As Severus headed for his chambers he heard someone following him. He turned and found Sirius heading his way.

“Snape. I was wondering if I could have a word with you?” Sirius asked.

“I guess. Let’s go to my office. I could use a drink.” Severus answered.

Outside, Hermione and Remus sat by the lake. The had chatted about how Harry and Draco were doing well in training. Remus also said that the Weasleys had seen no sign of Ron since the night of the battle.

“Remus, the real reason I asked you out here is because I’m worried about you. You’ve been kind of depressed ever since Kingsley’s funeral. Why is that?” Hermione asked.

“I should have saved him.” Remus answered.

“You think it’s your fault?” she asked surprised.

“I could have pushed him out of the way. Or at least tried to do something.” he answered.

“And then it would have been you we would have mourned. Remus, you tried to help. He was too injured. It’s in no way your fault.” she said.

“If I had pushed him aside at least Tonks would have still had Kingsley.” he said sadly.

“And she would have lost you. We all knew we would have to make sacrifices. Kingsley made the greatest sacrifice a warrior could make. His life for freedom. The only one to blame is Voldemort. You hear me. It wasn’t your fault.” she said as she placed her arm around his shoulder.

Back in Severus’s office him and Sirius were seated in front of the fire with a glass of Brandy in their hands.

“Nice vintage.” Sirius said as he took a drink.

“Yeah. What did you want to talk about?” Severus asked.

“Us. Look, I think it’s time we forget our past. Frankly, I’m getting tired of hating you. We worked pretty well together these past two years. Hell, even you and Remus have managed to bury the hatchet so to speak. I think it’s time that you and I do the same.” Sirius answered.

“I would like that. You’re right. It is getting rather tiresome hating one another. Besides, you’re a friend of Hermione’s and I’m trying to get along with those she cares about. Let’s bury the past.” Severus agreed as he stretched his hand towards Sirius.

“Bury it and piss on it.” Sirius said with a smile.

Severus laughed as they shook hands. The two sat drinking their drinks and talking. Sirius was halfway through a sentence when he looked at the window and froze.

“Severus, did Remus take his potion tonight?” he asked.

“Hermione!” the two yelled.

They dropped their glasses and bolted from the room. Outside Hermione and Remus were talking. Remus seemed to feel much better. A cloud moved and a beam of light hit the pair. Hermione gasped as she stared at the full moon.

“Remus, did you take your potion?” Hermione asked.

“Oh shit! Hermione, run!” Remus exclaimed as he began sweating.

Hermione jumped to her feet and began backing away as quickly as she could. She watched as Remus turned into a werewolf. She gasped as he turned his yellow eyes on her.

“Oh fuck.” she gasped.

Before Remus could attack a large black dog plowed into him knocking him to the ground. Hermione watched as Sirius began herding Remus toward the Forbidden Forest. She turned and saw Severus rushing to her. Hermione suddenly caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned and stopped.

There, standing about two feet from her was a man dressed in black. She took one look at him and knew who he was. She saw Severus stop in his tracks and freeze.

*Begin Flashback*

Severus watched as his father violently beat his mother into unconsciousness. He then began to shake as his father turned his murderous eyes on hi,.

“Your turn you little shit. I thought I told you never to disobey me boy? Imagine my surprise when I saw you got only an Excellent in Defense Against the Dark Arts. You will pay dearly boy.” Damien hissed as he pulled his belt loose from his trousers.

Severus began backing away. Looking for anything to fight back with or even to escape. He had only been home from Hogwarts for a month. He would be starting his sixth year. That is if he survived the night.

The first blow hit hard and fast. Severus was knocked to the floor. The beating lasted for an hour. When Damien left Severus was bleeding from everywhere it seemed. He tried to get to his mother. Somehow he managed to and checked for a pulse. There wasn’t one. His father had murdered his mother and there was nothing he could do about it.

*End Flashback*

Severus eyed the man in front him with fear, anger and shock. He was shaking from head to toe as the man before him stared back and smiled evilly.

“Hello son.”

T.B.C