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Part VIII: A Very Brief War
Story summary: Hermione's grandmother comes to take care of her after she's injured, but decides Hermione's love life isn't up to snuff.
Chapter summary: The Final Battle in 200 words. And some other stuff...
Rating: K (PG)
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Warning for more foul language in:
Snape's Journal
December 25th, 1997:
I hate Potter. I loathe Potter. If I could, I would rid the world of Potter in a permanent way, but I promised Albus I wouldn't. Me and my big mouth with those bleeding promises!
So last night I went back, and Granger was still alive. Amazing really. Either she wasn't hit directly, or she has one hell of a will to live. Knowing her, probably both.
She wasn't doing well, though. The p.t. had worn off, and her condition had degraded even further. I cast the appropriate charms to reverse the process, then there was little more I could do but wait.
I felt compelled to watch her while I waited. Maybe it was because I wanted to observe my charge, maybe I was exhausted from a long and busy day... I don't know. All I know is that as I sat there watching her, I was overcome by memories. On reflection, I guess she looks a bit like my mother, and that sparked my mental tangents. I see no need to repeat them here, seeing as they're ingrained upon my memory and not going anywhere. If they were to go anywhere, I don't believe I'd be upset at all.
Needless to say, I was in a dour mood as I watched Granger.
So there I was, contemplating the joys of youth and the merriment of adolescence, and suddenly a voice invaded my musings. Potter's voice. I looked up and he was sitting there across Granger's bed from me. He was waiting for an answer, though to what I had no idea. I shrugged, figuring it would probably be appropriate to the intelligence level of his question.
He looked at Granger morosely, then sulked off to bed as Poppy ordered.
Shaking my head, I looked down and found myself holding Granger's hand. I had no memory of doing that. Realizing I was in no mental condition to be around students, I left shortly after, asking Poppy to let me know if Granger's condition changes at any point. I doubt it will.
As for Potter, he probably thinks I'm in love with the chit.
Oh, and Happy Christmas. God bless us one and all.
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Part VIII: A Very Brief War
Story summary: Hermione's grandmother comes to take care of her after she's injured, but decides Hermione's love life isn't up to snuff.
Chapter summary: The Final Battle in 200 words. And some other stuff...
Rating: K (PG)
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Warning for more foul language in:
Snape's Journal
December 25th, 1997:
I hate Potter. I loathe Potter. If I could, I would rid the world of Potter in a permanent way, but I promised Albus I wouldn't. Me and my big mouth with those bleeding promises!
So last night I went back, and Granger was still alive. Amazing really. Either she wasn't hit directly, or she has one hell of a will to live. Knowing her, probably both.
She wasn't doing well, though. The p.t. had worn off, and her condition had degraded even further. I cast the appropriate charms to reverse the process, then there was little more I could do but wait.
I felt compelled to watch her while I waited. Maybe it was because I wanted to observe my charge, maybe I was exhausted from a long and busy day... I don't know. All I know is that as I sat there watching her, I was overcome by memories. On reflection, I guess she looks a bit like my mother, and that sparked my mental tangents. I see no need to repeat them here, seeing as they're ingrained upon my memory and not going anywhere. If they were to go anywhere, I don't believe I'd be upset at all.
Needless to say, I was in a dour mood as I watched Granger.
So there I was, contemplating the joys of youth and the merriment of adolescence, and suddenly a voice invaded my musings. Potter's voice. I looked up and he was sitting there across Granger's bed from me. He was waiting for an answer, though to what I had no idea. I shrugged, figuring it would probably be appropriate to the intelligence level of his question.
He looked at Granger morosely, then sulked off to bed as Poppy ordered.
Shaking my head, I looked down and found myself holding Granger's hand. I had no memory of doing that. Realizing I was in no mental condition to be around students, I left shortly after, asking Poppy to let me know if Granger's condition changes at any point. I doubt it will.
As for Potter, he probably thinks I'm in love with the chit.
Oh, and Happy Christmas. God bless us one and all.
/entry
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Merry Christmas from Snape
Date: 2005-11-01 05:50 am (UTC)Re: Merry Christmas from Snape
Date: 2005-11-01 06:11 am (UTC)Re: Merry Christmas from Snape
Date: 2005-11-01 07:26 am (UTC)Thanks for bringing my heart out of my stomach... I'll wait and trust!