New Ghost on Campus
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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3,427
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9
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New Ghost on Campus
Author Note: Originally written in part for a contest at the Hideaway (see profile for link), but decided I could extend the story and make it into a drama. Will have a bit of humor and angst towards the beginning. I hope you like it.
*****
Severus Snape, having died a horrible death on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was now elated to discover that he could finally torture students, aggravate teachers, and pretty much do whatever he pleased forever…literally. He was now the newest addition to Hogwarts’ spectral census. He was a ghost.
He laughed. He actually laughed. He didn’t mind that this was his future. He found it quite interesting, really. How often does one have the opportunity to really fly? To be invulnerable after so much abuse? To peep into the private offices of your enemy, the Head of Gryffindor?
*****
Minerva had just placed the sorting hat back onto its table when the walls began to rumble. At first, she thought there may have been another attack about to commence. However, she quickly pushed that thought out of her mind remembering the last of the Death Eaters being captured four days ago. She looked around at the portraits of the former Headmasters, all of which were looking around the room and mumbling to themselves.
“Earthquake?” one asked.
“Since when does England have earthquakes?” another replied.
“IT’S AN ATTACK!” another exclaimed as he jumped behind his painted chair.
Minerva rolled her eyes.
“It’s not an attack, you imbecile,” this from Phineas Black, as he huffed and also rolled his eyes.
“Dumbledore’s loss is bringing down the castle!” a fourth yelled out.
This made Albus, who was lazily popping lemon drops into his mouth, begin to choke…well, at least appear to be. How can a picture choke? “I do believe that my magic was transferred to Minerva in my passing. I do not believe the castle will fall down,” he assured.
There was an unnerving amount of arguing, shouting, innuendoes. Minerva had the last straw.
“WILL YOU ALL PLEASE SHUT UP?!”
Then there was silence. A deafening silence. The rumbling had stopped and the portraits tried to regain control of themselves. Minerva opened her door.
“Oh for Merlin’s sake,” she said as she put her hand to her forehead.
“What a pleasure to see you again, Minerva.”
She looked back up the figure standing in her doorway. He looked perfectly preserved, except for the large bite mark on his neck. “Please don’t tell me…”
“That I will be haunting the halls? And deny me the pleasure of scaring the dunderheads even more than I did in life? Minerva, grant a man his dying wish.”
“You’re already dead, Severus.”
He looked down at his body and shrugged. “And your point?”
*****
She thought she heard a noise behind her, yet when Hermione turned around, there was nothing there.
“Just one of the ghosts,” she mused to herself as she continued along the hallway. The walls were the familiar gray, the floors creaked in the same places, and the windows still held the most beautiful views. Nothing had changed and that was just the way Hermione liked it.
She was always one for order and perfection. And knowing that Hogwarts was exactly how she left it, it warmed her heart. After all, this was her second home. And most likely her new one.
“Miss Granger! I didn’t expect you so soon.”
Hermione turned to her left to see Minerva exiting the lounge. “I hope that won’t be a problem, Headmistress. I found the time to organize the pantries and decided to get it out of the way before tomorrow.”
Minerva reached her hand out and grasped Hermione’s warmly. “Not a problem, at all, my dear. Shall I show you the way?”
Hermione just smiled sweetly at her former professor.
“Oh yes, I believe you already know where it is. Silly of me. After all, it’s been a long time since Hogwarts has employed a student so young. Excuse me, former student,” Minerva corrected, still holding the young woman’s hand.
“It’s alright, professor…”
“Minerva, now. May I call you Hermione?”
“Oh, of course, Minerva,” Hermione tested, “And yes, by all means call me Hermione. As I was saying, just being back here makes me feel young again. The memories flooded in and almost overwhelmed me. I had to take a deep breath at the gates.”
Minerva gave Hermione a loving pat on the back of her hand and began walking towards the dungeons.
They entered the old potions classroom. The musty smell was overbearing. Nothing had been moved in months. The house-elves hadn’t touched a thing, having been ordered by the former tenant to touch nothing, do nothing, clean nothing, and to altogether stay out.
Hermione and Minerva both waved their hands in front of their noses as if it would help quell the overwhelming desire to bring up their breakfasts. After all, some of the specimens in the supply cupboard were fresh, once upon a time. By now, they were decomposed and maggot ridden.
Sure enough, when Hermione opened the door to the small room, she had to hold her hand over her mouth to keep from vomiting all over the Headmistress. Minerva quickly cast a few aroma charms and the two women sought out the culprit, a lone full grown mandrake, having died from starvation and dehydration. He must have been a baby when he was pulled up and placed here many months ago.
Minerva scourgified the awful mess and bid good tidings to Hermione. And so, for the next three hours, Hermione found herself waist high in samples, vials, boxes, and other various things for which she could find no category.
She was placing the lacewing flies in a freshly cleaned jar when the room suddenly went cold as if someone opened the freezer door. She checked the freezer to see if the door didn’t close properly. If did not, then everything inside would have to be replaced having ruined with less than ideal temperatures. Alas, the door was securely closed. But when she turned back to the potions ingredients, a dark shadow darted into the classroom behind her.
She went to investigate, hoping it was just Peeves or the Bloody Baron. But nothing was there. “Just one of the ghosts again,” she said aloud to the empty room, and continued with her task.
*****
Severus Snape, having died a horrible death on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was now elated to discover that he could finally torture students, aggravate teachers, and pretty much do whatever he pleased forever…literally. He was now the newest addition to Hogwarts’ spectral census. He was a ghost.
He laughed. He actually laughed. He didn’t mind that this was his future. He found it quite interesting, really. How often does one have the opportunity to really fly? To be invulnerable after so much abuse? To peep into the private offices of your enemy, the Head of Gryffindor?
*****
Minerva had just placed the sorting hat back onto its table when the walls began to rumble. At first, she thought there may have been another attack about to commence. However, she quickly pushed that thought out of her mind remembering the last of the Death Eaters being captured four days ago. She looked around at the portraits of the former Headmasters, all of which were looking around the room and mumbling to themselves.
“Earthquake?” one asked.
“Since when does England have earthquakes?” another replied.
“IT’S AN ATTACK!” another exclaimed as he jumped behind his painted chair.
Minerva rolled her eyes.
“It’s not an attack, you imbecile,” this from Phineas Black, as he huffed and also rolled his eyes.
“Dumbledore’s loss is bringing down the castle!” a fourth yelled out.
This made Albus, who was lazily popping lemon drops into his mouth, begin to choke…well, at least appear to be. How can a picture choke? “I do believe that my magic was transferred to Minerva in my passing. I do not believe the castle will fall down,” he assured.
There was an unnerving amount of arguing, shouting, innuendoes. Minerva had the last straw.
“WILL YOU ALL PLEASE SHUT UP?!”
Then there was silence. A deafening silence. The rumbling had stopped and the portraits tried to regain control of themselves. Minerva opened her door.
“Oh for Merlin’s sake,” she said as she put her hand to her forehead.
“What a pleasure to see you again, Minerva.”
She looked back up the figure standing in her doorway. He looked perfectly preserved, except for the large bite mark on his neck. “Please don’t tell me…”
“That I will be haunting the halls? And deny me the pleasure of scaring the dunderheads even more than I did in life? Minerva, grant a man his dying wish.”
“You’re already dead, Severus.”
He looked down at his body and shrugged. “And your point?”
*****
She thought she heard a noise behind her, yet when Hermione turned around, there was nothing there.
“Just one of the ghosts,” she mused to herself as she continued along the hallway. The walls were the familiar gray, the floors creaked in the same places, and the windows still held the most beautiful views. Nothing had changed and that was just the way Hermione liked it.
She was always one for order and perfection. And knowing that Hogwarts was exactly how she left it, it warmed her heart. After all, this was her second home. And most likely her new one.
“Miss Granger! I didn’t expect you so soon.”
Hermione turned to her left to see Minerva exiting the lounge. “I hope that won’t be a problem, Headmistress. I found the time to organize the pantries and decided to get it out of the way before tomorrow.”
Minerva reached her hand out and grasped Hermione’s warmly. “Not a problem, at all, my dear. Shall I show you the way?”
Hermione just smiled sweetly at her former professor.
“Oh yes, I believe you already know where it is. Silly of me. After all, it’s been a long time since Hogwarts has employed a student so young. Excuse me, former student,” Minerva corrected, still holding the young woman’s hand.
“It’s alright, professor…”
“Minerva, now. May I call you Hermione?”
“Oh, of course, Minerva,” Hermione tested, “And yes, by all means call me Hermione. As I was saying, just being back here makes me feel young again. The memories flooded in and almost overwhelmed me. I had to take a deep breath at the gates.”
Minerva gave Hermione a loving pat on the back of her hand and began walking towards the dungeons.
They entered the old potions classroom. The musty smell was overbearing. Nothing had been moved in months. The house-elves hadn’t touched a thing, having been ordered by the former tenant to touch nothing, do nothing, clean nothing, and to altogether stay out.
Hermione and Minerva both waved their hands in front of their noses as if it would help quell the overwhelming desire to bring up their breakfasts. After all, some of the specimens in the supply cupboard were fresh, once upon a time. By now, they were decomposed and maggot ridden.
Sure enough, when Hermione opened the door to the small room, she had to hold her hand over her mouth to keep from vomiting all over the Headmistress. Minerva quickly cast a few aroma charms and the two women sought out the culprit, a lone full grown mandrake, having died from starvation and dehydration. He must have been a baby when he was pulled up and placed here many months ago.
Minerva scourgified the awful mess and bid good tidings to Hermione. And so, for the next three hours, Hermione found herself waist high in samples, vials, boxes, and other various things for which she could find no category.
She was placing the lacewing flies in a freshly cleaned jar when the room suddenly went cold as if someone opened the freezer door. She checked the freezer to see if the door didn’t close properly. If did not, then everything inside would have to be replaced having ruined with less than ideal temperatures. Alas, the door was securely closed. But when she turned back to the potions ingredients, a dark shadow darted into the classroom behind her.
She went to investigate, hoping it was just Peeves or the Bloody Baron. But nothing was there. “Just one of the ghosts again,” she said aloud to the empty room, and continued with her task.