- Rating:
- PG-13
- House:
- Astronomy Tower
- Ships:
- Hermione Granger/Severus Snape
- Characters:
- Hermione Granger Severus Snape
- Genres:
- Romance Drama
- Era:
- In the nineteen years between the last chapter of
- Spoilers:
- Half-Blood Prince Deadly Hallows (Through Ch. 36)
- Stats:
-
Published: 07/01/2011Updated: 08/12/2011Words: 19,666Chapters: 7Hits: 410
Never Give Up, It's A Wonderful Life
SwissMiss
- Story Summary:
- When Hermione Granger is assigned Severus Snape's old quarters, she never expects to find his ghost haunting them. But is everything really as it appears? SS/HG.
Chapter 04
- Posted:
- 08/12/2011
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Chapter song: Milow
- "You
Don't Know"
Chapter 4
That evening, the sun had just disappeared beneath the horizon in
Hermione's window-picture as she settled down to work on her lesson
plans. She'd spent most of the day gathering materials in the
Hogwarts library, and had lunch with Hagrid. The half-giant seemed
more interested in hearing news of Harry than discussing Hermione's
plans for the school year, however, and Hermione left him with a
vague feeling of disgruntlement.
All of a sudden, a familiar
voice startled her, causing a large blotch of ink to sully her
parchment.
"What are you still doing here?" Snape
demanded from right behind her.
Hermione turned around in her
chair. "Would it be terribly difficult to knock?" she asked
testily. "I've been doing you the same courtesy," she told
him, adding in an undertone, "even if you haven't been around to
appreciate it. And what happened to you this morning, anyway?"
she continued, at a normal volume. "I thought we were going to
meet in Minerva's office to discuss things."
"I was
unable to reach her office. In fact, I only seem to be able to appear
in these rooms, and you are always here!" he
exploded.
Hermione's eyes narrowed as her investigative mode
clicked on. "I haven't been in all day. Where have you been this
whole time?"
"I don't know, blast it!" Snape
exploded. "Nowhere! What does that matter? The point is that you
are where you should not be."
"No, now wait a
minute," Hermione said, ignoring Snape's pique in the face of a
very interesting problem. "There's something odd going on here."
She stood up and walked once around Snape, inspecting him up and
down. "Very odd indeed..."
"Do you mind?"
Snape sniffed haughtily, pulling his robes tighter around himself.
"But don't you wonder," Hermione said, crouching
down to peer up through his body, "why you're in color? Ghosts
are generally colorless, in my experience."
"I do
not," Snape said, stepping away and eying her with distaste.
"Are you quite certain you're a ghost?" she
asked.
"What else should I be, foolish girl? I was bitten
in the neck by a giant magical snake and left to die on the floor of
the Shrieking Shack. The next thing I know, I find myself here,
unable to interact with material objects, and arguing with you over
whose quarters these are!"
"You might be a portrait,
for example," Hermione suggested. "One without a frame or
canvas, to be sure. Minerva said your Headmaster's portrait had gone
missing."
Snape scoffed. "Convenient, that. I'm sure
I don't know if I am a disembodied portrait. If so, someone had
better put me to rights!"
"Absolutely. And I will do
everything in my power to help you, I promise. But first I'd like to
run a few experiments." She returned to the desk and grabbed a
parchment and a quill and began scribbling things down. "First.
You say you are only able to appear here, in these quarters. Can you
move through walls at all?"
"I don't see what--"
Snape began.
"Humor me," Hermione said. "The
more we find out about your situation, the better we'll be able to
help."
"Don't you think your first priority should
be to find my missing portrait?"
"Oh, I'll do that
as well. The thing is, the last time I left you, you simply
disappeared into thin air. As it seems you haven't any control over
where and when you re-appear, I'd like to gather as much information
as I can as long as I've got you here. Oh! I nearly forgot!"
Hermione went over to the table and picked up the box she'd brought
down from the Headmistress's office that morning. "Minerva and I
found your things." She held the box out to him.
Snape
regarded it with a wary expression. "What is that?"
"Everything
Minerva saved of yours. She gave away your clothes -- you couldn't
really use them anymore anyway," she pointed out hastily, afraid
Snape was going to get even angrier at the fact that nearly all his
belongings had been disposed of.
"My possessions
encompassed much more than would fit into that box," Snape said
with displeasure. "What of my books, my research?"
"Minerva
said she had all your books transferred to the library." Seeing
Snape's eyes widen in outrage, Hermione explained, "That's good!
It's a good thing! Madam Pince will take extra good care of them, you
know. You can still read them any time you want... if you are a
ghost, that is, and not a portrait."
"Have you
forgotten I can no longer open a book? Turn a page?" Snape spat
out.
"I'm sure something can be arranged. A student
could turn the pages for you," Hermione suggested off the top of
her head, trying to find some way to appease him.
"Idiots!
All of you, blundering idiots! I don't know why I even bother!"
He turned away and began pacing. "If I am a ghost, all I desire
is to be left alone, here, in my quarters, with everything put back
the way it was."
"But sir," Hermione said,
trying to be tactful, "you've just said yourself you can't do
anything anymore. What good will it do for your books to mold,
and your potions laboratory to collect dust, unused?"
"And
so you've come in like vultures, ripped my life work apart and
scattered it to the four winds, scavenging the bits and bobs that
might be entertaining to imbeciles who have no idea of their
importance?"
"That's not quite fair," Hermione
said. "Professor McGonagall has a lot to take care of. She's
practically single-handedly trying to get Hogwarts up and running
again."
"To teach another batch of dunderheads to
blow each other up," Snape snarled.
"I rather think
the point is to teach them how not to blow each other up,"
Hermione countered coolly.
Snape harrumphed, then pointed at
the box. "And what is left of my legacy then, that you've
decided is not valuable enough to appropriate for others? A
toothbrush and some buttons?"
"I don't know, to be
honest. I haven't looked inside."
Snape raised his
eyebrows. "Really?" he drawled. "I find that difficult
to believe."
"Still, it's the truth. Your privacy
seems to mean a lot to you. I didn't want to invade it more than I
already have by being here."
"How noble," he
sneered.
"There's no need to be cruel," she said,
setting the box down again. "Really, I think you might let go of
all this anger. The side you purported to be on won, in case you
didn't know. Lord Voldemort is gone. I understand you might have had
to put on a show to keep up your cover -- if it was a cover -- but
there's no need to play the cold-blooded defender of Slytherin virtue
anymore."
"What if it wasn't an act? What if I
really am the barbaric bigot you take me for? Would you still be
interested in respecting my privacy and helping me figure out what's
happened to me?"
"Yes," Hermione said, jutting
out her chin. "Because it would still be the right thing to
do."
Snape groaned and rolled his eyes. "Spare me!"
But he continued to watch Hermione with interest.
"You
asked! I admit, I might not have as great an interest in helping you
if you weren't dead set on haunting the quarters I've been assigned
for the year, but now I'm intrigued. And, I'm willing to give you the
benefit of the doubt. I want to believe you were on our side, that
you were trying to help the students last year. Neville told some
absolutely horrid stories about what went on under your
Headmastership. And some of the things you yourself did, to say
nothing of what you allowed the Carrows to do."
"I
had no choice!" Snape hissed. "If I had protested, the Dark
Lord would have removed me in a heartbeat -- and it would have been
my last one!"
"I figured it was something like that.
But even so, Neville and several other students managed to find ways
to fight back. You could have helped them, without the Dark-- without
Voldemort knowing."
"You think I knew nothing of
their little rebellion? You think I didn't know they were hiding in
the Room of Hidden Things for weeks? Who saw to it that there was
enough food for the Room to provide for all who sought refuge there?
Who ensured that Gryffindor's sword got to Potter? Who stood over his
cauldron for hours every night, sometimes going days on end without
sleep, to keep the infirmary well-stocked with healing potions?"
Snape cried, incensed.
"They wouldn't have needed healing
potions if you had fought harder to keep the Death Eaters out of
Hogwarts all together!" Hermione threw back at him, although she
was already revising her image of the former Headmaster.
"Need
I remind you that even the great Albus Dumbledore was removed as
Headmaster and replaced with a sadistic High Inquisitor wielding a
blood quill, and that was merely when a bunch of bumbling bureaucrats
were running the Ministry?"
"At least she wasn't
Crucio'ing anyone!"
"It would have come to that, if
you hadn't played that clever trick with the centaurs," Snape
said, and Hermione could almost have sworn she heard a grudging
admiration in his words.
"I always wondered how she got
away from them," Hermione reflected.
"They're not
monsters," Snape said. "They merely have an overblown sense
of justice, and a code of honor that would make even a Gryffindor
pale."
Hermione giggled.
"I'm glad you find
this all so amusing," Snape said, glaring.
"Oh,
come on. You know I'm not laughing at you. You're much funnier now
than when you were alive, though."
"I've been honing
my wit since crossing over," Snape said dryly.
Hermione
cocked her head to one side. "You know, I think it's really too
bad that you died."
"Thank you," Snape
droned.
"No, really. I would have liked to see how you
are without all the Death Eater spy stuff. Would you still have been
such a terror in the classroom?"
"With students like
Longbottom and Goyle? Indubitably."
"I wouldn't be
able to talk to you like this if you were still alive, of course. But
death has quite a levelling effect. I rather like it."
"Perhaps
we could arrange for you to try it sometime."
"Perhaps,"
Hermione mused. "Only not just yet. I still have things I want
to do, and they involve being able to use my magic and my
body."
"I'm sure I don't want to know," Snape
said with straight-faced distaste.
"Not like that! I just
meant, you know, going places, discovering things... I don't really
see myself as a Professor Binns, teaching here forever and
ever."
"Nor did I. If you must know, I never enjoyed
teaching," he said stiffly. "It was a necessary and
convenient cover. If I were still alive, Hogwarts is the last place I
would choose to live out my days."
"Which makes it
doubly strange that you should still be here," Hermione said
briskly. "Perhaps we should get on with our questions, before
you fade away again. Moving through walls?" She raised her
eyebrows at Snape and nodded her head in the direction of the wall
leading into the bedroom. "We know you can appear in the
bedroom, so why don't you start with that."
Snape closed
his eyes in a put-upon manner. "Oh, very well. I suppose
complying with you will be the quickest way to get my rest, wherever
that may turn out to be." He floated toward the wall and, as
expected, melted away upon reaching it.
"Are you still
there?" Hermione called out.
"Yeeessss..."
Snape's voice rumbled back from the other room.
Hermione made
a note on her parchment. "You can come back out. Right,"
she said, as soon as Snape had re-materialized. "I'd like to try
you moving out of these rooms again, but we'll save that until the
end, in case you disappear again.
"Next there's memory.
You seem to be fully conversant in all of your experiences during
life." She paused and tapped her quill against her cheek. "I'm
afraid I don't know enough about your life to probe too deeply... Do
you remember your mother's name?"
"Eileen Prince.
Really, Miss Granger--"
"Professor Granger,"
she corrected him.
"--Miss Granger," he
repeated, "there is nothing wrong with my memory of my life.
It's what happened after..." he muttered, half to
himself.
"Yes, you mentioned not knowing where you were
today. Is this the first time that's happened? That you had a memory
gap? What's the very next thing you remember after the snake in the
Shrieking Shack?"
"Nothing! Seeing you here--
there--" He gestured toward the bedroom.
"Really..."
Hermione said, intrigued, and made another note. "And before
that, nothing? Nothing at all? No darkness, no light at the end of a
tunnel, no other spirits--"
"No!" Snape
shouted. "Nothing! How many times do I have to tell you?"
"Just
the once will do, thank you," Hermione said crisply. "Right."
She tapped the nib of her quill against the parchment with an air of
finality. "Let's just see what happens when you try to leave
these quarters. First, through the door."
She went over
to the door leading into the corridor and opened it. "If you do
disappear, try to take note of where you are. And... try to come
back."
"Hmph," Snape grunted. "If only to
ensure that my portrait is found and hung with the proper
respect."
"Don't worry, we'll find it. Or put you
back into it. Whatever turns out to be the case."
Snape
scowled, and moved toward the door. He hesitated at the threshold and
turned to Hermione. "In case I disappear again..." he
began, looking at her hard. "I ... appreciate you going to these
lengths to help me."
Hermione felt a smile spread over
her face. "You're welcome."
Snape scowled even
harder. "And please. Wear something proper to bed. I wouldn't
want to be faced with the same vision you subjected me to this
morning." Then he moved through the doorway, and was
gone.
"Professor Snape?" Hermione called, stepping
out into the corridor. "Professor Snape?" She looked up and
down the hallway, but all she could see were the wall sconces flaring
to life at her presence. She went back into her room. "Professor
Snape? Are you still here?"
There was no answer.
Feeling
a great disappointment, Hermione closed the door. The room suddenly
seemed cold and empty. A shiver ran up her spine. She wished
Crookshanks were there for company, but she'd left him with the
Weasleys, at least until she was settled in and the school year
started. He was in his element, chasing gnomes in their garden. Her
parents were still in Australia. As soon as she'd been able after the
Battle, she'd gone to them and removed the spell blocking their
memories. They were understandably both overjoyed to have her back,
and angry about what she'd done. They'd parted on uncertain terms,
all of them in agreement that they needed time to think about what
had happened. There was no question of things going back to the way
they were.
Hermione wandered across the small apartment and
found herself standing on the threshold of the side room, where
Snape's potions laboratory had been. A vision of him standing there,
late at night, feverishly brewing remedies for the curses and abuse
the Carrows were subjecting the students to, rose unbidden in her
mind. She could fairly see the crease in his brow, the barely
suppressed rage in his movements, his sharp features illuminated only
by the light from his cauldron fire. The reason for him keeping these
rooms, rather than moving to the Headmaster's suite, became clear.
There was so much no one knew about him. And he had done it all not
to earn public praise or an Order of Merlin, but simply because it
was the right thing to do. The only thing he could do.
When
Hermione went to bed that night, she left a light on in the living
room. In case Snape came back.