Fortress
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,567
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Fortress Epilogue
Jason stood before them, one foot on the threshold of the castle. "Care to walk me to the gate?" he asked.
Hermione and Severus stood arm in arm in the front entry hall, their feet grazing the stone floor out of respect for the Muggle sensibilities of the visiting parents.
"Best to say good-bye here, I think," Hermione said, gesturing to the crowds on the lawn.
"Bad luck to say good-bye," Jason reminded her gently. Having been raised a Wizard, he often remembered the niceties that even she forgot.
"Yet we will leave you here, for now," Severus said, inclining his head towards his son. "We are proud of you." It was a simple statement Hermione wondered if he could have given voice to, had he lived.
Jason hesitated, an unasked question on his lips.
"We will be here," Severus said, sparing him the asking, "at least as long as you wish us to be."
"The end of the year always makes me so sad," Hermione said as they floated back in to the castle proper.
"I think I know just the thing for that," Severus murmured near her ear as they left the last wave of departing students, "imagine having the prefect's boom oom all to ourselves."
She smiled, and no longer wondered why Nick had stayed for over half a century.
Steven Snape leaned in to the spray of the shower, letting the water scour his face. He liked to think in the shower, in the afternoon when few of the other Slytherin boys were likely to be using the hot water. It had been a difficult week. Between Quih prh practice and the essays assigned for History of Magic he felt positively crushed with work. It didn't help that one of the essays was on his own great-grandfather. There were special considerations to be taken when writing about one's own kin, and there were other things to consider that didn't help his situation at all.
Suddenly he jumped back, avoiding a sudden spray of cold water as someone began running the hot tap in earnest in the opposite shower.
"What did you do that for?" he yelled, wrapping himself in the shower curtain.
"Do you even know what I just witnessed?" an irate fourth-year prefect, Michael Longbottom, installed himself in the opposite shower, now running at a moderate temperature. Steven eased himself back into his own shower, peeling the curtain off himself.
"Let me guess," he said, "the prefect's bathroom. And you're holding me directly responsible."
"Damn right," Michael said, shuddering audibly. "I mean, they're your family, can't you talk to them?"
Steven sighed, leaning against the tile wall. If he listened carefully, he thought, he could just make out the sound of laughter ringing through the pipes.
Hermione and Severus stood arm in arm in the front entry hall, their feet grazing the stone floor out of respect for the Muggle sensibilities of the visiting parents.
"Best to say good-bye here, I think," Hermione said, gesturing to the crowds on the lawn.
"Bad luck to say good-bye," Jason reminded her gently. Having been raised a Wizard, he often remembered the niceties that even she forgot.
"Yet we will leave you here, for now," Severus said, inclining his head towards his son. "We are proud of you." It was a simple statement Hermione wondered if he could have given voice to, had he lived.
Jason hesitated, an unasked question on his lips.
"We will be here," Severus said, sparing him the asking, "at least as long as you wish us to be."
"The end of the year always makes me so sad," Hermione said as they floated back in to the castle proper.
"I think I know just the thing for that," Severus murmured near her ear as they left the last wave of departing students, "imagine having the prefect's boom oom all to ourselves."
She smiled, and no longer wondered why Nick had stayed for over half a century.
Steven Snape leaned in to the spray of the shower, letting the water scour his face. He liked to think in the shower, in the afternoon when few of the other Slytherin boys were likely to be using the hot water. It had been a difficult week. Between Quih prh practice and the essays assigned for History of Magic he felt positively crushed with work. It didn't help that one of the essays was on his own great-grandfather. There were special considerations to be taken when writing about one's own kin, and there were other things to consider that didn't help his situation at all.
Suddenly he jumped back, avoiding a sudden spray of cold water as someone began running the hot tap in earnest in the opposite shower.
"What did you do that for?" he yelled, wrapping himself in the shower curtain.
"Do you even know what I just witnessed?" an irate fourth-year prefect, Michael Longbottom, installed himself in the opposite shower, now running at a moderate temperature. Steven eased himself back into his own shower, peeling the curtain off himself.
"Let me guess," he said, "the prefect's bathroom. And you're holding me directly responsible."
"Damn right," Michael said, shuddering audibly. "I mean, they're your family, can't you talk to them?"
Steven sighed, leaning against the tile wall. If he listened carefully, he thought, he could just make out the sound of laughter ringing through the pipes.