The Guardian
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
8,780
Reviews:
41
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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The Guardian
The Guardian
Harry watched as Hermione sat next to Snape as she casually picked at a small plate of eggs with toast and a small glass of pumpkin juice as well as coffee. As soon as she finished what little it appeared she was able to, she caressed Snape’s shoulder. In very a unlikely maneuver, Snape kissed her forehead affectionately.
“Eat,” he ordered her. “I told you that you can’t get up from this table until you have finished your plate.”
She let out an annoyed sound from the back of her throat, but said nothing as she went back to picking at her food or would have if she hadn’t of seen Shacklebolt.
“Kingsley!” she exclaimed and went around the table over to the towering man who was smiling at her.
“Ah if it isn’t the lady herself!” Shacklebolt said, laughing as he gave her a hug. “Bill is here too.”
“He’ll get his hug too,” she murmured, pulling back and moving over to Bill. “Bill!”
This only had the eldest Weasley son laughing and calling her a brat as he hugged her. Snape got up and went over to her, pulling her gently back as he told her. “No, you don’t. Eat.”
“I can’t eat any more,” she told him. “I’ll eat more later, but I just can’t now with Harry staring at me like he’s been doing.” She looked over to Bill and Shacklebolt. “It’s unnerving.”
“Has he been better about how he’s been treating you?” Shacklebolt asked her.
“He doesn’t talk to me,” she told him. “Something tells me it would be better if he would just…” Her face fell, as tears gathered in her eyes. “The wards were falling…What was I supposed to do?” She sobbed as she turned her face into Snape’s chest.
Snape gathered her against him. “Shhh, luv. Let’s get you back to our rooms. I’ll have your food taken there to nibble on in privacy…”
She lifted her head from his chest, looking into his eyes as she nodded. Shacklebolt looked from her to Harry who was still watching them. It looked like he had wanted to hurt Harry in that moment, but it was Bill that stopped him.
“No,” Bill hissed. “You’ll end up hurting her more that way.”
Shacklebolt growled a curse and charged off in the opposite direction. Bill stood there with anger and sorrow awash on his features for only the briefest of moments before his face went to stone and he left. Harry sat there, trying as he might to understand why they should be as they were to him. Especially Shacklebolt, he thought sourly. Knowing it was most probably for the best to think on another topic, Harry thought over the night before. He had gone into the pensive thinking the memories there in would have been Professor Dumbledore’s. They hadn’t been. They had been Hermione’s.
He stood up and went over to his rooms over in Gryffindor Tower. Sitting down he looked into the dead hearth and thought back to the moment he had seen the night before. When he had fallen into the memory, he found himself watching Hermione walking at a brisk clip over to the Headmaster’s Office.
She gave the password of gummy worms and waited patiently as she was brought up on the circular staircase. Hermione brushed her hands off on her uniform and straightened out her robes all the while telling herself that there was nothing to be nervous about.
“The headmaster is more than likely going to be telling you about your prefect duties.” But even as she was trying to convince herself, she was frowning. “Just relax!”
“Ahhh! Miss Granger,” Albus Dumbledore said as he walked slowly from his private rooms to his desk.
“Headmaster.”
“I apologize for my tardiness,” he told her as he was seating himself. “But I am not as young as I once was.” He gave her a small smile with the twinkle in his eyes more faded the usual. “Lemon drop?”
“No thank you,” she whispered, watching as he tried to sit himself into a more comfortable position in the chair. Quietly she uttered the jelly chair spell that she learned was used at St. Mungos to help invalids, watching the relief flooding the man’s face.
“Thank you,” he sighed, resting his head back. “As grateful as I am that you have helped me feel more comfort than I have in weeks, I did not call you here for this.” His eyes grew intense. The twinkle was nowhere in sight. “There is no pussyfooting around this issue, Miss Granger. I need to know what you would do in order to protect Mr. Potter and our way of life.”
“Anything!” she said.
“No matter the sacrifice?”
“He is one of my best friends,” she said quietly. “And I know he’d do the same for me.”
He nodded absently. “Yes, but to what extent can one say yes?”
Her face dissolved into a frown. “What do you mean, headmaster?”
He held up his hand and whispered, “Please, call me Albus.”
Fear leapt into Hermione’s eyes as she whispered, “I’m not going to like this, am I, sir?”
The old wizard sighed heavily as he replied, “No, Hermione, you won’t.”
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Harry watched as Hermione sat next to Snape as she casually picked at a small plate of eggs with toast and a small glass of pumpkin juice as well as coffee. As soon as she finished what little it appeared she was able to, she caressed Snape’s shoulder. In very a unlikely maneuver, Snape kissed her forehead affectionately.
“Eat,” he ordered her. “I told you that you can’t get up from this table until you have finished your plate.”
She let out an annoyed sound from the back of her throat, but said nothing as she went back to picking at her food or would have if she hadn’t of seen Shacklebolt.
“Kingsley!” she exclaimed and went around the table over to the towering man who was smiling at her.
“Ah if it isn’t the lady herself!” Shacklebolt said, laughing as he gave her a hug. “Bill is here too.”
“He’ll get his hug too,” she murmured, pulling back and moving over to Bill. “Bill!”
This only had the eldest Weasley son laughing and calling her a brat as he hugged her. Snape got up and went over to her, pulling her gently back as he told her. “No, you don’t. Eat.”
“I can’t eat any more,” she told him. “I’ll eat more later, but I just can’t now with Harry staring at me like he’s been doing.” She looked over to Bill and Shacklebolt. “It’s unnerving.”
“Has he been better about how he’s been treating you?” Shacklebolt asked her.
“He doesn’t talk to me,” she told him. “Something tells me it would be better if he would just…” Her face fell, as tears gathered in her eyes. “The wards were falling…What was I supposed to do?” She sobbed as she turned her face into Snape’s chest.
Snape gathered her against him. “Shhh, luv. Let’s get you back to our rooms. I’ll have your food taken there to nibble on in privacy…”
She lifted her head from his chest, looking into his eyes as she nodded. Shacklebolt looked from her to Harry who was still watching them. It looked like he had wanted to hurt Harry in that moment, but it was Bill that stopped him.
“No,” Bill hissed. “You’ll end up hurting her more that way.”
Shacklebolt growled a curse and charged off in the opposite direction. Bill stood there with anger and sorrow awash on his features for only the briefest of moments before his face went to stone and he left. Harry sat there, trying as he might to understand why they should be as they were to him. Especially Shacklebolt, he thought sourly. Knowing it was most probably for the best to think on another topic, Harry thought over the night before. He had gone into the pensive thinking the memories there in would have been Professor Dumbledore’s. They hadn’t been. They had been Hermione’s.
He stood up and went over to his rooms over in Gryffindor Tower. Sitting down he looked into the dead hearth and thought back to the moment he had seen the night before. When he had fallen into the memory, he found himself watching Hermione walking at a brisk clip over to the Headmaster’s Office.
She gave the password of gummy worms and waited patiently as she was brought up on the circular staircase. Hermione brushed her hands off on her uniform and straightened out her robes all the while telling herself that there was nothing to be nervous about.
“The headmaster is more than likely going to be telling you about your prefect duties.” But even as she was trying to convince herself, she was frowning. “Just relax!”
“Ahhh! Miss Granger,” Albus Dumbledore said as he walked slowly from his private rooms to his desk.
“Headmaster.”
“I apologize for my tardiness,” he told her as he was seating himself. “But I am not as young as I once was.” He gave her a small smile with the twinkle in his eyes more faded the usual. “Lemon drop?”
“No thank you,” she whispered, watching as he tried to sit himself into a more comfortable position in the chair. Quietly she uttered the jelly chair spell that she learned was used at St. Mungos to help invalids, watching the relief flooding the man’s face.
“Thank you,” he sighed, resting his head back. “As grateful as I am that you have helped me feel more comfort than I have in weeks, I did not call you here for this.” His eyes grew intense. The twinkle was nowhere in sight. “There is no pussyfooting around this issue, Miss Granger. I need to know what you would do in order to protect Mr. Potter and our way of life.”
“Anything!” she said.
“No matter the sacrifice?”
“He is one of my best friends,” she said quietly. “And I know he’d do the same for me.”
He nodded absently. “Yes, but to what extent can one say yes?”
Her face dissolved into a frown. “What do you mean, headmaster?”
He held up his hand and whispered, “Please, call me Albus.”
Fear leapt into Hermione’s eyes as she whispered, “I’m not going to like this, am I, sir?”
The old wizard sighed heavily as he replied, “No, Hermione, you won’t.”
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