The Lost Potter
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
21
Views:
6,237
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 8: Love or Crush?
Chapter 8: Love or Crush?
Isabelle sat with Harry in the common room with his girl friend. She fiddled with the edge of her skirt feeling a little bored.
\"How many detentions have you had with Snape lately?\" Amanda, Harry\'s girlfriend asked.
\"I don\'t know. About 25 now. Nearly one for every day that we\'ve had a lesson with him,\" Isabelle replied.
\"I think that might be a record,\" Harry laughed.
\"Yeah I guess so,\" Isabelle just nodded. Getting the detentions with Snape were becoming less and less lately. She wanted to be with him but it was getting hard for her having to miss time to do her home work. Throughout the detentions that she had, Snape acted slightly differently. He was more… let’s see how we shall put it… lenient. He didn’t make her clean up anymore. He made her do some extra homework. “I recon I would have been expelled by now.”
\"Isa?\" Ron called from over at the entrance of the common room.
\"Yes Ron?\" Isabelle looked up at Ron.
\"Can you come here for a bit?\" Ron asked.
\"Sure.\" Isabelle stood up and walked over to Ron. Ron walked out of the common room and Isabelle followed. \"What is it?\"
\"Isabelle um… I was wondering if…\" Ron stopped talking for a while. Isabelle looked at him and began to chuckle. Ron’s face turned tomato red. Isabelle swore she could see him shake nervously.
\"Come on Ron, I think I know what it\'s about.\"
\"Will you go to Hogsmeade with me?\" Ron asked.
\"Oh, I\'ll go with you as a friend sure but not as a date.\" Ron frowned. \"I\'m sorry Ron. I just don\'t want a relationship right now.\" Isabelle did want a relationship, but not with Ron. She couldn’t be with Ron she didn’t really want to be with him anyway. She wanted Snape and only wanted him. His dark hair, dark eyes and mean personality oddly made her melt inside.
\"Yeah yeah, I understand.\" Ron nodded. Feeling a little rejected.
\"Come.\" Isabelle gave Ron a hug and a kiss on the cheek. \"You\'re a great great guy but you’re like a brother to me. It would just feel to weird to cross the line to date, the same goes for Harry, and besides he does have a girlfriend.\"
\"Alright,\" Ron cheered up. \"But you\'ll go to Hogsmeade with me right?\"
\"Of course Ronni poo. You can get me an ice cream.\" Isabelle said airily. Ron scrunched his nose at the nick name Isabelle called him.
\"Ah…Yeah, sure.\" Ron nodded.
\"Good.\" Isabelle smiled. \"I\'ll see you later Ron.\" Isabelle walked back into the common room. Harry and Amanda were sitting on the couch snogging. Isabelle chuckled and walked right past and up to her room. She opened the door and saw Hermione sitting at the desk that they both shared. \"Hermione?\"
\"Yes?\" Hermione turned around and looked at Isabelle. Isabelle closed the door and walked over to Hermione.
\"Can I talk to you?\" Isabelle asked wanting to tell someone about how she felt and she thought that Hermione wouldn’t make a massive deal out of things and not tell anyone about how she felt. She felt close to Hermione over the past couple of months, they had become good friends.
\"Sure you can.\" Hermione put down her quill and sat down on her bed opposite Isabelle\'s. \"So what is it?\"
\"Will you promise me to never, ever tell anyone what I\'m going to tell you? Not even Harry and Ron… especially not Harry and Ron.\" Isabelle began to fiddle with her duvet. Her nervousness showing through her movements.
\"Sure.\"
\"Mione…” Isabelle sat there silently thinking what to say. “I think I\'m…”
“What is it Isabelle?” Hermione snapped, getting bored of watching her friend fiddle.
“I think I’m… in love. Actually I\'m pretty sure I am. I\'ve been in love since the first day of school,\" Isabelle seemed to blab. Her heart beat fast waiting for Hermione’s reaction when she told her that it was Snape.
\"Well that\'s not bad. Is it with Harry? Because if it is you\'ll just have to forget about it. He is with Amanda you know and she is your friend,\" Hermione blurted.
\"No it\'s not Harry,\" Isabelle shook her head.
\"Oh ok. Is it Ron? Because if it is I don\'t think there is a problem there. I\'m very sure that he does like you.\"
\"No it\'s not Ron.\"
\"Can you tell me who it is so I don\'t make a fool of myself?\"
\"Ok,\" Isabelle laughed. \"It\'s Snape,\" Isabelle whispered.
\"Who?\"
\"Snape,\" Isabelle said a little louder.
\"SORRY?!\" Hermione jumped off of the bed. \"Snape as in Professor Snape?\" Isabelle nodded. \"Oh Isabelle. That is bad that is really really really really bad. He\'s your professor. You can\'t be feeling like that.\" Hermione scratched her head.
\"Hermione I can\'t help how I feel.\" Isabelle said. \"I just like him I really do.\"
\"No offence Isabelle but you have a bit of bad taste and a very dangerous side.\"
\"In bad taste do you mean my choice of falling in love with Snape?\" Isabelle asked.
\"Yes,\" Hermione nodded.
\"He is nothing in the range of bad other then his bad attitude,\" Isabelle stated.
\"Yes you may be a little right, But Isabelle he is you professor! He\'s nearly 20 years older then you! Don\'t you find that to be a little disgusting?\"
\"No I don\'t, oddly enough.\"
\"Isabelle this isn\'t a time for you jokes!\" Hermione shouted.
\"I\'m not joking Mione. I thought that you would take this sensibly. Right now you’re going a little crazy and I wish I hadn\'t talked to you about it.\" Isabelle crossed her arms angrily.
\"Ok, ok I\'m sorry.\" Hermione took in a deep breath. \"You just have to know that being with Snape is wrong.\"
\"Yeah I know, I know but I can\'t help but feel like being with him. That\'s all I want at the moment.\"
\"Maybe it\'s just a little crush,\" Hermione suggested.
\"No Hermione I know what a crush it and this isn\'t one. I AM in love with Snape.\"
\"Oh Isa,\" Hermione sat back down on her bed. \"This is bad, it really is.\" Hermione put her heads into her hands. Isabelle looked down at Hermione. Hermione felt her guts churn in her stomach. She was a head girl. She should report things like this but she couldn’t report her best friend.
\"No it\'s not because nothing has happened yet. I haven\'t done anything with him. I\'m not even sure anything ever will or if he\'ll want to start anything.\"
\"No that\'s because NOTHING will happen, Isabelle nothing can ok?\" Hermione proclaimed.
\"Hermione I don\'t know what will happen.\"
\"I\'ll tell Dumbledore,\" Hermione threatened.
\"You wouldn\'t dare. You promised that you wouldn\'t tell anyone!\" Isabelle whispered in a deathly tone that would send shivers down your spine.
\"No I wouldn\'t.\" Hermione shook her head. \"I just thought it would stop you for a bit.\"
\"Yeah well thanks for trying.\" Isabelle lay down on her bed.
\"Isabelle please promise me that you won’t do anything with him,\" Hermione pleaded.
\"Don\'t make me do that because I hate to break a promise.\" Isabelle turned her back to Hermione. Hermione just frowned and walked over to her desk deciding it would be good to leave Isabelle to think for a while.
Isabelle closed her eyes for a little bit so she could think properly. She expected Hermione to have a little bit of an out burst like that. Isabelle slipped her hand under her pillow and pulled out her little diary like book. She took out the muggle pen that was stuck in-between the sheets of the book and began to write.
Dear Diary,
I finally told someone how I felt about Snape. It didn’t go as bad as I thought. Mione took it quite well. I’m just scared that maybe it will come out and I’ll end up being the laughing stock of the whole of Hogwarts.
When I say I love Snape I do. I don’t think I would use the love word unless I really meant it. I know what kind of trouble that word causes. Imagine me telling him that I liked him and he told me to bugger off or something? I’d probably die.
Why am I always going for the dark older guys? Hermione is right about him being old enough to be my father. It does sound a little sick but I can’t help it now. Its stick with me and I can not get rid of how I feel. Trust me I have tried a lot. He’s what I want and I can try and do anything to get him, maybe not do anything right now.
Love Isabelle
Isabelle closed the book and slipped it under her pillow.
“Isabelle I can’t do this.” Hermione turned around to look at Isabelle. Isabelle rolled over and looked at her friend. “I can’t let you do this.”
“Do what Mione?”
“I can’t let you like a professor. It’s wrong. Maybe you need to stay away from him.”
“What are u suggesting Hermione?” Isabelle asked angrily. “That I change schools?”
“No… well if that’s the only thing that can keep you away from making a big mistake then yes.”
“No! I wish I never told you this now. I trusted you Mione. I thought that you would support me!” Isabelle shouted.
I’m sorry Isa.” Hermione apologised.
“Leave me alone! I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Isabelle pulled closed her curtains. She closed her eyes, regretting that she had told Hermione how she felt. Hermione turned back to the desk and continued writing as she thought of ways to prevent Isabelle doing anything stupid.
Isabelle sat with Harry in the common room with his girl friend. She fiddled with the edge of her skirt feeling a little bored.
\"How many detentions have you had with Snape lately?\" Amanda, Harry\'s girlfriend asked.
\"I don\'t know. About 25 now. Nearly one for every day that we\'ve had a lesson with him,\" Isabelle replied.
\"I think that might be a record,\" Harry laughed.
\"Yeah I guess so,\" Isabelle just nodded. Getting the detentions with Snape were becoming less and less lately. She wanted to be with him but it was getting hard for her having to miss time to do her home work. Throughout the detentions that she had, Snape acted slightly differently. He was more… let’s see how we shall put it… lenient. He didn’t make her clean up anymore. He made her do some extra homework. “I recon I would have been expelled by now.”
\"Isa?\" Ron called from over at the entrance of the common room.
\"Yes Ron?\" Isabelle looked up at Ron.
\"Can you come here for a bit?\" Ron asked.
\"Sure.\" Isabelle stood up and walked over to Ron. Ron walked out of the common room and Isabelle followed. \"What is it?\"
\"Isabelle um… I was wondering if…\" Ron stopped talking for a while. Isabelle looked at him and began to chuckle. Ron’s face turned tomato red. Isabelle swore she could see him shake nervously.
\"Come on Ron, I think I know what it\'s about.\"
\"Will you go to Hogsmeade with me?\" Ron asked.
\"Oh, I\'ll go with you as a friend sure but not as a date.\" Ron frowned. \"I\'m sorry Ron. I just don\'t want a relationship right now.\" Isabelle did want a relationship, but not with Ron. She couldn’t be with Ron she didn’t really want to be with him anyway. She wanted Snape and only wanted him. His dark hair, dark eyes and mean personality oddly made her melt inside.
\"Yeah yeah, I understand.\" Ron nodded. Feeling a little rejected.
\"Come.\" Isabelle gave Ron a hug and a kiss on the cheek. \"You\'re a great great guy but you’re like a brother to me. It would just feel to weird to cross the line to date, the same goes for Harry, and besides he does have a girlfriend.\"
\"Alright,\" Ron cheered up. \"But you\'ll go to Hogsmeade with me right?\"
\"Of course Ronni poo. You can get me an ice cream.\" Isabelle said airily. Ron scrunched his nose at the nick name Isabelle called him.
\"Ah…Yeah, sure.\" Ron nodded.
\"Good.\" Isabelle smiled. \"I\'ll see you later Ron.\" Isabelle walked back into the common room. Harry and Amanda were sitting on the couch snogging. Isabelle chuckled and walked right past and up to her room. She opened the door and saw Hermione sitting at the desk that they both shared. \"Hermione?\"
\"Yes?\" Hermione turned around and looked at Isabelle. Isabelle closed the door and walked over to Hermione.
\"Can I talk to you?\" Isabelle asked wanting to tell someone about how she felt and she thought that Hermione wouldn’t make a massive deal out of things and not tell anyone about how she felt. She felt close to Hermione over the past couple of months, they had become good friends.
\"Sure you can.\" Hermione put down her quill and sat down on her bed opposite Isabelle\'s. \"So what is it?\"
\"Will you promise me to never, ever tell anyone what I\'m going to tell you? Not even Harry and Ron… especially not Harry and Ron.\" Isabelle began to fiddle with her duvet. Her nervousness showing through her movements.
\"Sure.\"
\"Mione…” Isabelle sat there silently thinking what to say. “I think I\'m…”
“What is it Isabelle?” Hermione snapped, getting bored of watching her friend fiddle.
“I think I’m… in love. Actually I\'m pretty sure I am. I\'ve been in love since the first day of school,\" Isabelle seemed to blab. Her heart beat fast waiting for Hermione’s reaction when she told her that it was Snape.
\"Well that\'s not bad. Is it with Harry? Because if it is you\'ll just have to forget about it. He is with Amanda you know and she is your friend,\" Hermione blurted.
\"No it\'s not Harry,\" Isabelle shook her head.
\"Oh ok. Is it Ron? Because if it is I don\'t think there is a problem there. I\'m very sure that he does like you.\"
\"No it\'s not Ron.\"
\"Can you tell me who it is so I don\'t make a fool of myself?\"
\"Ok,\" Isabelle laughed. \"It\'s Snape,\" Isabelle whispered.
\"Who?\"
\"Snape,\" Isabelle said a little louder.
\"SORRY?!\" Hermione jumped off of the bed. \"Snape as in Professor Snape?\" Isabelle nodded. \"Oh Isabelle. That is bad that is really really really really bad. He\'s your professor. You can\'t be feeling like that.\" Hermione scratched her head.
\"Hermione I can\'t help how I feel.\" Isabelle said. \"I just like him I really do.\"
\"No offence Isabelle but you have a bit of bad taste and a very dangerous side.\"
\"In bad taste do you mean my choice of falling in love with Snape?\" Isabelle asked.
\"Yes,\" Hermione nodded.
\"He is nothing in the range of bad other then his bad attitude,\" Isabelle stated.
\"Yes you may be a little right, But Isabelle he is you professor! He\'s nearly 20 years older then you! Don\'t you find that to be a little disgusting?\"
\"No I don\'t, oddly enough.\"
\"Isabelle this isn\'t a time for you jokes!\" Hermione shouted.
\"I\'m not joking Mione. I thought that you would take this sensibly. Right now you’re going a little crazy and I wish I hadn\'t talked to you about it.\" Isabelle crossed her arms angrily.
\"Ok, ok I\'m sorry.\" Hermione took in a deep breath. \"You just have to know that being with Snape is wrong.\"
\"Yeah I know, I know but I can\'t help but feel like being with him. That\'s all I want at the moment.\"
\"Maybe it\'s just a little crush,\" Hermione suggested.
\"No Hermione I know what a crush it and this isn\'t one. I AM in love with Snape.\"
\"Oh Isa,\" Hermione sat back down on her bed. \"This is bad, it really is.\" Hermione put her heads into her hands. Isabelle looked down at Hermione. Hermione felt her guts churn in her stomach. She was a head girl. She should report things like this but she couldn’t report her best friend.
\"No it\'s not because nothing has happened yet. I haven\'t done anything with him. I\'m not even sure anything ever will or if he\'ll want to start anything.\"
\"No that\'s because NOTHING will happen, Isabelle nothing can ok?\" Hermione proclaimed.
\"Hermione I don\'t know what will happen.\"
\"I\'ll tell Dumbledore,\" Hermione threatened.
\"You wouldn\'t dare. You promised that you wouldn\'t tell anyone!\" Isabelle whispered in a deathly tone that would send shivers down your spine.
\"No I wouldn\'t.\" Hermione shook her head. \"I just thought it would stop you for a bit.\"
\"Yeah well thanks for trying.\" Isabelle lay down on her bed.
\"Isabelle please promise me that you won’t do anything with him,\" Hermione pleaded.
\"Don\'t make me do that because I hate to break a promise.\" Isabelle turned her back to Hermione. Hermione just frowned and walked over to her desk deciding it would be good to leave Isabelle to think for a while.
Isabelle closed her eyes for a little bit so she could think properly. She expected Hermione to have a little bit of an out burst like that. Isabelle slipped her hand under her pillow and pulled out her little diary like book. She took out the muggle pen that was stuck in-between the sheets of the book and began to write.
Dear Diary,
I finally told someone how I felt about Snape. It didn’t go as bad as I thought. Mione took it quite well. I’m just scared that maybe it will come out and I’ll end up being the laughing stock of the whole of Hogwarts.
When I say I love Snape I do. I don’t think I would use the love word unless I really meant it. I know what kind of trouble that word causes. Imagine me telling him that I liked him and he told me to bugger off or something? I’d probably die.
Why am I always going for the dark older guys? Hermione is right about him being old enough to be my father. It does sound a little sick but I can’t help it now. Its stick with me and I can not get rid of how I feel. Trust me I have tried a lot. He’s what I want and I can try and do anything to get him, maybe not do anything right now.
Love Isabelle
Isabelle closed the book and slipped it under her pillow.
“Isabelle I can’t do this.” Hermione turned around to look at Isabelle. Isabelle rolled over and looked at her friend. “I can’t let you do this.”
“Do what Mione?”
“I can’t let you like a professor. It’s wrong. Maybe you need to stay away from him.”
“What are u suggesting Hermione?” Isabelle asked angrily. “That I change schools?”
“No… well if that’s the only thing that can keep you away from making a big mistake then yes.”
“No! I wish I never told you this now. I trusted you Mione. I thought that you would support me!” Isabelle shouted.
I’m sorry Isa.” Hermione apologised.
“Leave me alone! I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Isabelle pulled closed her curtains. She closed her eyes, regretting that she had told Hermione how she felt. Hermione turned back to the desk and continued writing as she thought of ways to prevent Isabelle doing anything stupid.