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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
8
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11
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Hogwarts: Year One Second Semester Too
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Chapter Six: Year One Second Semester
Severus was irritated. He knew that Quirrell was up to something, knew that he was after the Sorcerer’s Stone, but couldn’t for the life of him understand why. What could the incompetent teacher want with immortality? After cornering him during the holidays, he’d thought an end would come to his sneaking about, but he could almost swear it doubled. And the reports that Potter and Malfoy had seen something drinking unicorn blood in the Forbidden Forest? He sighed. Something was definitely afoot, but what?
Months later
Calligenia couldn’t believe the rumors going around. The Sorcerer’s Stone had been here, in the castle, all year long. And Professor Quirrell, the man who made her so uncomfortable, had been a host for the near death Lord Voldemort. Her head was spinning. She wondered if that had been why her blood seemed to boil when she’d been near him. Her mother’s fanatic worship of the wizard coming out of her, perhaps. She wished she could talk to someone about it, but who? She considered Professor Snape again, but dismissed it. There was no reason to have anyone think her odder than they already considered her.
Harry Potter had proven what she’d thought all along. He really was more talented than her cousin gave him credit for. Using his friends’ strengths to help him once again defeat the Dark Lord, he proved there was more to his survival than a fluke. She thought of his use of Granger and Weasley and considered it very Slytherin of him to associate with those who could empower him. She wondered if he did it intentionally, but seeing Granger rush into the Great Hall during the Leaving Feast and the greeting she and Harry shared, knew it wasn’t a conscious decision. No, they were his family, not his followers. She envied them.
Severus watched Miss Lestrange watching Granger and Potter making a spectacle of themselves in the Great Hall. For a moment he thought he saw a spark of something and prayed she didn’t worship Potter like the other harebrained followers. It disappeared as soon as he noticed it, replaced by the void he was so used to seeing when her eyes met his. He’d never seen a child so gifted at Occulmency, but this girl certainly was. She closed herself tighter than any witch or wizard he’d ever met.
He wondered why she did this, why she felt it necessary and realized he almost cared. Bloody hell, was he turning into McGonagall, forever worrying about her students. He tried to shake his questions about the Lestrange girl out of his mind, but he couldn’t help but think about how difficult coming here must be for her. How she must feel so ostracized, so alone. He noticed that not even her own cousin stood by her, but he also noticed that she didn’t seem to care. Just how much of her mother was there inside the tiny beauty?
Chapter Six: Year One Second Semester
Severus was irritated. He knew that Quirrell was up to something, knew that he was after the Sorcerer’s Stone, but couldn’t for the life of him understand why. What could the incompetent teacher want with immortality? After cornering him during the holidays, he’d thought an end would come to his sneaking about, but he could almost swear it doubled. And the reports that Potter and Malfoy had seen something drinking unicorn blood in the Forbidden Forest? He sighed. Something was definitely afoot, but what?
Months later
Calligenia couldn’t believe the rumors going around. The Sorcerer’s Stone had been here, in the castle, all year long. And Professor Quirrell, the man who made her so uncomfortable, had been a host for the near death Lord Voldemort. Her head was spinning. She wondered if that had been why her blood seemed to boil when she’d been near him. Her mother’s fanatic worship of the wizard coming out of her, perhaps. She wished she could talk to someone about it, but who? She considered Professor Snape again, but dismissed it. There was no reason to have anyone think her odder than they already considered her.
Harry Potter had proven what she’d thought all along. He really was more talented than her cousin gave him credit for. Using his friends’ strengths to help him once again defeat the Dark Lord, he proved there was more to his survival than a fluke. She thought of his use of Granger and Weasley and considered it very Slytherin of him to associate with those who could empower him. She wondered if he did it intentionally, but seeing Granger rush into the Great Hall during the Leaving Feast and the greeting she and Harry shared, knew it wasn’t a conscious decision. No, they were his family, not his followers. She envied them.
Severus watched Miss Lestrange watching Granger and Potter making a spectacle of themselves in the Great Hall. For a moment he thought he saw a spark of something and prayed she didn’t worship Potter like the other harebrained followers. It disappeared as soon as he noticed it, replaced by the void he was so used to seeing when her eyes met his. He’d never seen a child so gifted at Occulmency, but this girl certainly was. She closed herself tighter than any witch or wizard he’d ever met.
He wondered why she did this, why she felt it necessary and realized he almost cared. Bloody hell, was he turning into McGonagall, forever worrying about her students. He tried to shake his questions about the Lestrange girl out of his mind, but he couldn’t help but think about how difficult coming here must be for her. How she must feel so ostracized, so alone. He noticed that not even her own cousin stood by her, but he also noticed that she didn’t seem to care. Just how much of her mother was there inside the tiny beauty?