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beletseri I'd post the next sneak peek today, so here it is.
After her parents had dropped off their bags and freshened up a bit, Hermione took them on a fast tour of Hogwarts leading directly to Remus' quarters. She knew the questions were coming, but still tensed when they started.
"So darling, how are you coping with all of this?" her mother asked worriedly.
"I'm coping quite well," Hermione answered blithely before pointing out an alcove to their right. "That tapestry is a magical depiction of the Goblin rebellions of the seventeenth century. The stitching changes to follow the leaders of both forces in an endless loop." She paused briefly to let her dad examine the hanging more closely, then continued the tour, quickening her pace slightly.
"And how is Mr. Lupin dealing with the situation?" her mum continued.
"What do you mean by that, Mum?" Hermione stopped walking, rounding on her mother.
"It must be difficult for him to renounce bachelorhood so suddenly, that's all," her mum said gently, while giving her daughter a piercing gaze. "I wasn't insinuating anything bad about you, dear. I imagine any man would be thrilled to married to you."
"Mum," Hermione hissed, "Please don't talk about this here where anyone could hear us. The students and teachers have been told Remus is getting married, but only a few know who the bride is. I'd prefer it remain that way for as long as possible."
"I'm sorry, dear. I just wanted to find out as much as possible before we meet the man. I don't want to embarrass you with a crass comment or other faux pas."
Hermione looked at her parents and saw the worry etched on their faces. Closing her eyes and sighing, she nodded, then hurried them along their route, only stopping when they reached the corridor lined with arrow slits.
Gesturing to a stone bench, she paced back and forth, her hands clasped behind her back as she thought of what to say. Finally she stopped and looked directly at her parents.
"How much do you know about Remus and this situation?" she asked.
"Albus has kept us briefed on the progress of the bill, so we know what it entails. As for Mr. Lupin, Albus told us he used to be your Professor a few years ago, but he has worked for the Headmaster in other ways since the late seventies. He didn't tell us, but we inferred from that information that he must be quite a bit older than you," her mum said, pausing.
"Yes," Hermione confirmed, "He's about twenty years older than me. Although it may seem like a huge difference now, in a few years it won't be, and in the wizarding world it isn't even an issue until the age difference is more than fifty years." Her parents nodded in understanding.
"Albus also mentioned something about Lycanthropy, but we didn't have the time to find information about that. Could you tell us about it, dear?"
Hermione paused. Age was a relative thing, and her parents knew that. An incurable, contagious disease making the afflicted little better than a criminal, was another thing completely. It didn't help that Muggle fiction had distorted and sensationalized the issue without understanding it.
She took a deep breath. "Lycanthropy is a powerful magic that transforms a witch or wizard into a wolf."
"Oh, so he's an animagus, like you want to be?" her dad asked hopefully.
"No, dad, he's a werewolf."
Hermione had expected many responses, but laughter was not one of them.
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A warning for foul language in:
Snape's Journal
Dec. 24, 1997
Weasley saved me today. I now owe the little bugger a life debt. Granted, the look on his face when he saw who he saved was almost worth it. The worst bit is that Potter ended the battle before I could repay the favor, so now I'm stuck in peacetime with a life debt to Ronald fucking Weasley.
I suppose at the very least I should try to find him and tell him off for saving my life. I expect that will piss him off as much as anything I could do.
Yes. I think I'll go do that.
***
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Damn, stupid, idiotic, bloody infuriating Gryffindors! I must look up more ways of saying what complete morons those blighters are.
I went to find Weasley tonight, and caught him just as he was coming in through the main doors, carrying Granger to the hospital wing. Physically carrying Granger. Imbecile. The girl gets injured and he forgets he's a wizard. He doesn't even have the excuse of being raised by wolves, like Granger and Potter do. He was so distraught he didn't even see me sneering at him. He just walked, ashen, up to the hospital. Granted, I gather he and Granger were going out, and Granger did look like she was rather buggered, but really! He cracked far too easily.
I followed him, of course. With his record, he would be causing more havoc than Peeves in a foul mood if Granger died. It was my responsibility to prevent him from damaging himself or the school more than he already had.
He managed to be surprisingly calm as he dropped her off in Poppy's care, and waited patiently for the diagnosis. At some point he noticed my presence and nodded at me politely as if he was playing at being an adult. Most amusing.
I decided to watch him crumble from the shadows. I stood against that cold wall for what seemed an hour watching as he fetched this and that for Poppy as she tried to heal Granger. It was a mind numbingly boring show.
Weasley obviously loves that girl with all his heart. What he sees in her, I cannot say, but I have to admit (oh, this is painful) that for a moment I was envious. The fact that he could change from a silly child to a reasonable facsimile of a calm and cool-headed man-child, all because of his affection, was rather moving. It surprised me that he was smart enough to see that suppressing his emotions was going to help more than acting like Potter would, dashing to and fro while sulking up a storm.
Not that I give a damn one way or the other.
So, for an interminable amount of time, I watched as he and Poppy worried over the girl. Finally other patients started coming in and Poppy was forced to call on me to help Weasley. She told us what to do, and like good boys, we did as she instructed. Watching up close, I noticed Weasley's hands were shaking, so with an insult or two not worthy of recording, I took over. At that point he said, barely audible, "Please save her, sir. Please."
I could have laughed, but I restrained myself. Instead, I sneered at him and said something to the effect of, "No one lives forever." I suppose at that point the stupid debt came into mind or something, because seeing his face go even whiter - with all those freckles popping out grotesquely - I actually amended my statement and reassured him I would do my best.
Once I took over, I saw that Miss Granger was in pretty bad shape. She was hanging on by only a thread, both physically and magically. I hadn't been watching her in the battle, so I had no idea how she became so drained, but she was defying every attempt to stabilize her. At my wit's end, I finally asked Weasley how she came to be like that, and cursed my stupidity for not asking sooner when he told me Rookwood cursed her.
Augustus. Should have known just by the symptoms. Gus always was good at charms. He developed the Emulgeo Siccare shortly before Voldemort fell the first time, and was particularly proud of it. Virtually nothing could stop the curse from gnawing away the life force and magic in the victim, especially as the curse infected the bloodstream, carrying it to every vessel in the body.
Fortunately, Gussie was also a braggart, and told us how to stop it, though it was probably too late to do Miss Granger any good as the curse had been in her system for more than two hours at that point. Far too much time.
I cast Petrificus Totalis on Miss Granger, and got up to fetch my notes on the curse. Of course, Weasley thought I was leaving her to die, so he stood in my way.
I explained the situation to him, that she would die without my notes on reversing the curse, although it might be too late anyway, and he got that look in his eyes. That "I've lost every reason to live" look. It was odd to see it on another person's face. Vaguely disturbing, even.
He didn't say anything but turned and left the hospital. The ruddy imbecile was off to kill himself. That asinine life debt had me following him to stay his asinine hand. (Didn't I say it would be redeemed at the most inconvenient moment possible?)
We argued in the hall for a while, but he refused to see reason. The only thing he wanted was revenge. Can't blame the boy for that, but I knew Gus would eat him alive. (Figuratively, of course. I don't think Gus went in for cannibalism; his wife was strictly a beef and potatoes person herself, and she prepared all the meals, seeing as Gus was hopeless in the kitchen, and raw meat is something only barbarians and the French eat.)
In the end I had to let him go. I tried every means to manipulate the little bastard out of it, but he was hell bent on seeking Gus out. Moron. No sense of self preservation whatsoever. Before he left, however, he asked me to watch over Miss Granger.
The gall of that boy to use a life debt like that! I have to comply, of course, but honestly!
I watched him leave, chased by Potter (I didn't even see him as we were talking! I hope he doesn't get the wrong idea from this), and then came down here for my notes. I suppose I should go tend to the girl now.
Maybe I'll get off lucky and she'll have died while I was down here. I can always hope.
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Harry Potter Personality Quiz by Pirate Monkeys Inc.
beletseri I'd post the next sneak peek today, so here it is.After her parents had dropped off their bags and freshened up a bit, Hermione took them on a fast tour of Hogwarts leading directly to Remus' quarters. She knew the questions were coming, but still tensed when they started.
"So darling, how are you coping with all of this?" her mother asked worriedly.
"I'm coping quite well," Hermione answered blithely before pointing out an alcove to their right. "That tapestry is a magical depiction of the Goblin rebellions of the seventeenth century. The stitching changes to follow the leaders of both forces in an endless loop." She paused briefly to let her dad examine the hanging more closely, then continued the tour, quickening her pace slightly.
"And how is Mr. Lupin dealing with the situation?" her mum continued.
"What do you mean by that, Mum?" Hermione stopped walking, rounding on her mother.
"It must be difficult for him to renounce bachelorhood so suddenly, that's all," her mum said gently, while giving her daughter a piercing gaze. "I wasn't insinuating anything bad about you, dear. I imagine any man would be thrilled to married to you."
"Mum," Hermione hissed, "Please don't talk about this here where anyone could hear us. The students and teachers have been told Remus is getting married, but only a few know who the bride is. I'd prefer it remain that way for as long as possible."
"I'm sorry, dear. I just wanted to find out as much as possible before we meet the man. I don't want to embarrass you with a crass comment or other faux pas."
Hermione looked at her parents and saw the worry etched on their faces. Closing her eyes and sighing, she nodded, then hurried them along their route, only stopping when they reached the corridor lined with arrow slits.
Gesturing to a stone bench, she paced back and forth, her hands clasped behind her back as she thought of what to say. Finally she stopped and looked directly at her parents.
"How much do you know about Remus and this situation?" she asked.
"Albus has kept us briefed on the progress of the bill, so we know what it entails. As for Mr. Lupin, Albus told us he used to be your Professor a few years ago, but he has worked for the Headmaster in other ways since the late seventies. He didn't tell us, but we inferred from that information that he must be quite a bit older than you," her mum said, pausing.
"Yes," Hermione confirmed, "He's about twenty years older than me. Although it may seem like a huge difference now, in a few years it won't be, and in the wizarding world it isn't even an issue until the age difference is more than fifty years." Her parents nodded in understanding.
"Albus also mentioned something about Lycanthropy, but we didn't have the time to find information about that. Could you tell us about it, dear?"
Hermione paused. Age was a relative thing, and her parents knew that. An incurable, contagious disease making the afflicted little better than a criminal, was another thing completely. It didn't help that Muggle fiction had distorted and sensationalized the issue without understanding it.
She took a deep breath. "Lycanthropy is a powerful magic that transforms a witch or wizard into a wolf."
"Oh, so he's an animagus, like you want to be?" her dad asked hopefully.
"No, dad, he's a werewolf."
Hermione had expected many responses, but laughter was not one of them.
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A warning for foul language in:
Snape's Journal
Dec. 24, 1997
Weasley saved me today. I now owe the little bugger a life debt. Granted, the look on his face when he saw who he saved was almost worth it. The worst bit is that Potter ended the battle before I could repay the favor, so now I'm stuck in peacetime with a life debt to Ronald fucking Weasley.
I suppose at the very least I should try to find him and tell him off for saving my life. I expect that will piss him off as much as anything I could do.
Yes. I think I'll go do that.
***
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Damn, stupid, idiotic, bloody infuriating Gryffindors! I must look up more ways of saying what complete morons those blighters are.
I went to find Weasley tonight, and caught him just as he was coming in through the main doors, carrying Granger to the hospital wing. Physically carrying Granger. Imbecile. The girl gets injured and he forgets he's a wizard. He doesn't even have the excuse of being raised by wolves, like Granger and Potter do. He was so distraught he didn't even see me sneering at him. He just walked, ashen, up to the hospital. Granted, I gather he and Granger were going out, and Granger did look like she was rather buggered, but really! He cracked far too easily.
I followed him, of course. With his record, he would be causing more havoc than Peeves in a foul mood if Granger died. It was my responsibility to prevent him from damaging himself or the school more than he already had.
He managed to be surprisingly calm as he dropped her off in Poppy's care, and waited patiently for the diagnosis. At some point he noticed my presence and nodded at me politely as if he was playing at being an adult. Most amusing.
I decided to watch him crumble from the shadows. I stood against that cold wall for what seemed an hour watching as he fetched this and that for Poppy as she tried to heal Granger. It was a mind numbingly boring show.
Weasley obviously loves that girl with all his heart. What he sees in her, I cannot say, but I have to admit (oh, this is painful) that for a moment I was envious. The fact that he could change from a silly child to a reasonable facsimile of a calm and cool-headed man-child, all because of his affection, was rather moving. It surprised me that he was smart enough to see that suppressing his emotions was going to help more than acting like Potter would, dashing to and fro while sulking up a storm.
Not that I give a damn one way or the other.
So, for an interminable amount of time, I watched as he and Poppy worried over the girl. Finally other patients started coming in and Poppy was forced to call on me to help Weasley. She told us what to do, and like good boys, we did as she instructed. Watching up close, I noticed Weasley's hands were shaking, so with an insult or two not worthy of recording, I took over. At that point he said, barely audible, "Please save her, sir. Please."
I could have laughed, but I restrained myself. Instead, I sneered at him and said something to the effect of, "No one lives forever." I suppose at that point the stupid debt came into mind or something, because seeing his face go even whiter - with all those freckles popping out grotesquely - I actually amended my statement and reassured him I would do my best.
Once I took over, I saw that Miss Granger was in pretty bad shape. She was hanging on by only a thread, both physically and magically. I hadn't been watching her in the battle, so I had no idea how she became so drained, but she was defying every attempt to stabilize her. At my wit's end, I finally asked Weasley how she came to be like that, and cursed my stupidity for not asking sooner when he told me Rookwood cursed her.
Augustus. Should have known just by the symptoms. Gus always was good at charms. He developed the Emulgeo Siccare shortly before Voldemort fell the first time, and was particularly proud of it. Virtually nothing could stop the curse from gnawing away the life force and magic in the victim, especially as the curse infected the bloodstream, carrying it to every vessel in the body.
Fortunately, Gussie was also a braggart, and told us how to stop it, though it was probably too late to do Miss Granger any good as the curse had been in her system for more than two hours at that point. Far too much time.
I cast Petrificus Totalis on Miss Granger, and got up to fetch my notes on the curse. Of course, Weasley thought I was leaving her to die, so he stood in my way.
I explained the situation to him, that she would die without my notes on reversing the curse, although it might be too late anyway, and he got that look in his eyes. That "I've lost every reason to live" look. It was odd to see it on another person's face. Vaguely disturbing, even.
He didn't say anything but turned and left the hospital. The ruddy imbecile was off to kill himself. That asinine life debt had me following him to stay his asinine hand. (Didn't I say it would be redeemed at the most inconvenient moment possible?)
We argued in the hall for a while, but he refused to see reason. The only thing he wanted was revenge. Can't blame the boy for that, but I knew Gus would eat him alive. (Figuratively, of course. I don't think Gus went in for cannibalism; his wife was strictly a beef and potatoes person herself, and she prepared all the meals, seeing as Gus was hopeless in the kitchen, and raw meat is something only barbarians and the French eat.)
In the end I had to let him go. I tried every means to manipulate the little bastard out of it, but he was hell bent on seeking Gus out. Moron. No sense of self preservation whatsoever. Before he left, however, he asked me to watch over Miss Granger.
The gall of that boy to use a life debt like that! I have to comply, of course, but honestly!
I watched him leave, chased by Potter (I didn't even see him as we were talking! I hope he doesn't get the wrong idea from this), and then came down here for my notes. I suppose I should go tend to the girl now.
Maybe I'll get off lucky and she'll have died while I was down here. I can always hope.
/entry
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