- 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 05
- Posted:
- 08/12/2011
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Chapter song:
Family Force 5 - "Topsy
Turvy"
Chapter 5
When
Hermione awoke the next morning, the first thing she did was
cautiously turn the lights up, prepared to see Snape looming over
her. She was slightly disappointed to find that he wasn't. Maybe he
had left for good. On the other hand, it was always good to start the
day without one's former professor staring at one's bits -- although
she had taken the precaution of wearing a sweatshirt and loose
leggings to bed this time, just in case.
Her first stop, once
again, was the Headmistress's office, to inquire after Snape's
portrait. Minerva let her search the room thoroughly, but it was
nowhere to be found.
Now she was climbing a rickety ladder
leading up to the castle's undercroft above the seventh floor,
following one of the castle's house-elves. It was Hermione's idea to
work back a step at a time to trace the portrait's whereabouts. As
soon as a new Headmaster was invested by the Board of Governors, a
photographic image was sent to one of the magical portrait painters
under contract to Hogwarts. Once the portrait was finished, usually
within a couple of weeks, it was sent back to Hogwarts, to be stored
until the Headmaster died and the castle's magic imbued the portrait
with his imprint, allowing it to talk and interact with the living.
Snape's portrait must therefore have been completed early in the
previous school year, and delivered to Hogwarts for storage. Hermione
wanted to see whether the portrait had simply never been brought out,
in the confusion following the Battle. If it wasn't there, then she
would go one step further back and track down the portraitist.
She'd
never been up in this part of the castle before. The ceiling was so
low that Hermione had to bend over. Her house-elf guide, of course,
had no such problem. The little grayish-green figure led Hermione
past a row of what looked like cells with wooden slats dividing them.
Through the slats, she could see neatly stored furniture, linens, and
other things that might be needed to replace items that got broken or
wore out during the school year.
"Headmasters' portraits
is this way," the house-elf piped up from the dim recesses of
the storage space. "Mistress Headmistress McGonagall's portrait
is not being delivered yet. But Master Headmaster Snape's portrait is
here. Spats is not losing it." He sounded insulted that someone
would even think such a thing.
Hermione kept going until she
caught up with him, standing in front of the last compartment. He
wrung his hands together and looked up at Hermione earnestly. "Spats
is never forgetting to bring down a portrait when it wakes up,"
he insisted. "Mistress Professor sees?" He gestured into
the cell.
Hermione stuck her head into the small space. In a
recess in the back wall hung a picture. It was hard to see what the
subject was, as the lighting was dim, and the picture itself was
quite dark.
"Master Headmaster Snape's portrait is not
awake yet. When he is waking up, Spats is bringing it to the
Headmistress's office."
Excited, Hermione squeezed into
the storage cell to get a better look. If it were this easy to find
the portrait, they were just a hop, skip, and a jump away from
getting Snape's spirit properly housed. As she got closer, she could
make out the dark-robed body, the pale face. His eyes were closed,
and he did look like he was asleep. Yes! Hermione crowed to
herself. She reached out to take the portrait out of its nook.
"Oh,
no!" the house-elf cried, reaching out as if to stop Hermione
from touching the portrait, then stopping and pulling at his ears.
"Mistress Professor mustn't take the portrait yet. It is not
awake! Hogwarts castle cannot wake him up if he is not on the
wall."
"It's all right," Hermione soothed the
elf, lowering her hands so as not to upset him further. "I need
to fix the portrait... or have it fixed," she amended, not
having any clue as to what enchantments were required to put unite
the imprint of a deceased spirit and a magical portrait. "Professor
Snape's ghost -- or whatever it is -- somehow got separated from his
portrait. Maybe something happened during the Battle, something that
damaged the castle's ability to wake the portrait up."
"Hogwarts
castle was sorely injured, Mistress Professor is right," the
house-elf said, still agitated, "but not so bad that Headmaster
enchantments was broken. Mistress Headmistress McGonagall was
accepted. All Headmaster keys are working. Master Headmaster Snape's
portrait is not awake yet because Master Headmaster Snape is not dead
yet."
Hermione frowned at the elf. "Of course he's
dead. I saw him die with my own eyes. Maybe the problem is that he
abandoned his post before he died? Maybe the castle is rejecting him
as a true Headmaster for that reason?"
The house-elf
shook his head vigorously. "Oh, no, Mistress Professor. Hogwarts
castle is recognizing every witch and wizard who serves as Headmaster
or Headmistress. What is happening to them later is not mattering.
Spats is sure. Master Headmaster Snape is still alive."
Hermione
narrowed her eyes. She was afraid the house-elf might try to hurt
himself if she took the portrait, thinking that he had failed in his
charge. At least she knew where it was now. And as soon as she
informed Professor McGonagall, the Headmistress could order that the
portrait be brought down so they could work on it.
"It's
all right," she said again, stepping back out of the storage
room. "I won't take the portrait. Although Professor Snape is
dead," she couldn't resist saying.
"Master
Headmaster Snape is still alive," the house-elf's stubborn
little voice repeated from behind her, as they made their way back to
the ladder. "Hogwarts castle is knowing."
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"That's
ridiculous!" Harry said from the flames of Hermione's
fireplace.
"It is, right?" Hermione agreed with a
small laugh. "I mean, we saw him die!" She was sitting on
the floor of her quarters, having returned there after reporting to
Minerva on what she'd found. The Headmistress had agreed to talk to
the elves and see about bringing the portrait down to Hermione's
rooms, as that appeared to be the only place Snape's spirit was able
to manifest.
"No doubt," Harry said, his head
flickering ghoulishly in the fire. "It wasn't as if we could
have done anything for him, either. He didn't have a drop of blood
left in him."
"Still, it's odd. Minerva said she
didn't know where he was buried. She thought the Death Eaters made
off with his body."
Harry's image shuddered. "I
wouldn't like to think what they did with it."
"Well,
they didn't know he wasn't actually on their side, did they? Even
Voldemort thought he was pretty much loyal to him right up to the
end. He only killed him to get his hands on the Elder Wand."
"True.
And we know where all the Death Eaters were after that: in the
forest, watching him kill me."
"Harry!"
Hermione exclaimed. It still bothered her how blasé he was
about what had happened to him that night.
Harry shrugged. "So
if one of them did collect Snape from the Shrieking Shack that night,
they didn't have any time to give him a proper burial. I wager they
left him in the forest somewhere, thinking they'd come back to
collect him later on, after they'd won. Only things didn't turn out
that way."
"So you think his body might still be in
the forest?"
"Well... I doubt it," Harry said,
screwing his face up in a way that said Hermione wasn't going to like
what he had to say. "Not with the place crawling with giant
spiders and the like."
Now it was Hermione's turn to
shiver. "Ugh, Harry!"
"It's just a fact of
life, Hermione. I don't like it any better than you, but I'm pretty
sure that's what must have happened."
"So, aside
from us, there's no one who can say he actually died?" Hermione
frowned.
"I guess not," Harry agreed. "Well,
except whoever it was that removed his body from the Shack. But he
was dead. Otherwise, how could his ghost be appearing to you
now?"
"You're right," Hermione said slowly,
although something in her tone didn't sound entirely
convinced.
"Miss Granger!" Snape's voice caused
Hermione to jump in surprise.
She turned to see him standing,
semi-transparent, in the middle of the living room, his arms crossed
and a well-known look of displeasure on his face.
"Oh,
Harry, look, here he is!" She pointed at Snape, excited to have
another witness.
Snape leaned down to peer at the fire.
"Potter," he said, curling his lip.
"Professor
Snape?" Harry's fire-image looked incredulous. "It's...
nice to see you again, sir. I... I didn't have a chance to thank you.
For your memories, and... all that stuff. So, thanks."
"It
is gratifying to see that my efforts were not a complete waste,"
Snape drawled.
"Wow, this is pretty surreal," Harry
said, running a fiery hand through his hair. "Um, Hermione? I
think I'll just let you and Snape ... talk in private. And good luck
with that portrait thing."
"Thanks, Harry. I'll keep
you posted."
Hermione stood up, shaking out her numb
legs. She felt unreasonably giddy at Snape's reappearance in her
quarters. Probably just light-headed from getting up too quickly,
she thought to herself. "I'm glad you were able to come back,"
Hermione said, trying to keep her voice neutral and professional. "I
was afraid you'd gone for good when you went out the door. I don't
suppose you were able to see where you went?"
"No,"
Snape said shortly. "My conscious memory remains restricted to
these rooms. However," he added slowly, "I do have a vague
impression that someone was ... singing ..."
Hermione
rushed to her desk to find the notes she had started that morning.
"Singing? What do you mean? Was the voice familiar? Could you
make out any words, or was it more humming?"
"Please,
Miss Granger! One question at a time. Singing, as I said. Not
humming. I do not recall any words. As I said, it is more of an
impression, not a clear memory. As to familiarity... I cannot say I
recognized the voice. Female, I should say."
Hermione
paused in her note-taking to look at Snape curiously. "Do you
think... Might it be your mother, sir?" At Snape's startled
expression, Hermione explained, "I'm just thinking out loud
here... I've heard that when one dies, one is greeted by family and
loved ones. Maybe your mother is trying to reach you, and you're
trapped halfway between this world and the next."
Snape's
mouth turned down in distaste. "If I am meant to spend the rest
of eternity with my parents, I will gladly choose this half-existence
instead."
Hermione felt a pang of sympathy, colored by
her own now difficult relationship with her own parents. "I'm
sorry, sir. Did you not get on well with your parents?"
"Surely
Potter did not withhold the sordid details of my childhood memories
from you?"
"He did say something about seeing you as
a child, and you appearing unhappy," Hermione admitted, feeling
uncomfortable now.
"Suffice it to say I was happier
during my months at Hogwarts than at any other time of the year,
despite the constant attacks from your precious Potter and Black, and
not having any allies who wouldn't as soon stab me in the back as use
my talents to further their own ends."
"Is that why
you denied your part-Muggle background then? Because you had an
unhappy home life?"
"I never denied that I was a
half-blood!" Snape said indignantly. "Nor did I see any
need to proclaim the fact publicly. It was to my advantage to let my
Housemates, and others, assume what they wanted regarding my
heritage. As with so much else, people generally only see what they
want to anyway."
"I'm very sorry, Professor,"
Hermione said contritely. "I'm afraid I've been guilty of that
as well. I wish I'd known all of this before you died. I wish we'd
all known."
"Why, so you could pity me? Does it make
you feel self-righteous and superior to be kind to an abused,
friendless outcast?"
"I was never unkind to you,"
Hermione said in her defense.
"You consider setting me
on fire, stealing from me, and blasting me across the Shrieking Shack
to be kindness?" Snape snorted.
"That was-- That
was different!" Hermione said, feeling herself turn red. "I
thought you were -- See, that's exactly what I mean! If we'd known
you were there to help Harry, we wouldn't have--"
"Did
no one assure you there was nothing to fear from me? Dumbledore,
perhaps? Molly Weasley? Not even Potter's old sidekick, Lupin?"
"I
don't know-- maybe -- Oh, that's not fair!" She stamped her
foot. "You're twisting things all around! I said I was sorry,
and I meant it. Can't you accept that?"
Snape chuckled,
an unpleasant, sarcastic laugh. "My, my. An apology from you and
gratitude from Potter, all in one day. What's next? Will Weasley be
offering to polish my silver? Oh, I forgot. You gave it to the
poor."
"I did nothing of the sort, and I
don't appreciate being lumped in with everyone you believe has ever
slighted, insulted, or disrespected you."
"Why not?"
Snape asked in mock surprise. "Now that we've established you
have, in fact, done all three."
"Because I know you
now! I only knew who you wanted the world to see, before, and you
fooled me, along with everyone else. I'm not ashamed to admit it. I
was a child. I only knew what I was told."
"And now,
a few weeks later, you are suddenly an adult, the scales fallen from
your eyes? You're barely what... seventeen?"
Hermione
tossed her head defiantly. "I'm eighteen, and I'll be nineteen
in less than a month. But it doesn't have to do with age as much as
experience. And don't you say I'm not old enough to have the
necessary experience. I grew up this past year, as did Harry and Ron.
Don't pretend you know what we went through, because you don't, no
more than I know what you went through last year, having to live here
and witness the Carrows' cruelty."
Snape was silent for a
moment, regarding Hermione. Then, quietly, he said, "Touché,
Professor Granger."
A warm feeling spread through
Hermione at the sign of respect. She huffed out a breath and
straightened her robes. "All right then. Fine. Now. Maybe we can
get back to figuring out your present situation." She consulted
her notes, finding it a bit difficult to concentrate. Her pulse was
still elevated from the heated exchange.
"Please do,"
Snape agreed. "Although I must say, I've come to the conclusion
that there are worse situations than the one I currently find myself
in."
"About that," Hermione said, tapping the
list she'd created. "Looking at the evidence we've collected so
far, I don't believe you're a ghost."
"The fact that
I fade in and out in an arbitrary manner and am unable to manifest
outside of these rooms does point toward that conclusion," Snape
allowed.
"Which leaves us with the portrait theory."
She looked up at Snape with a grin. "And I have good news. I've
found your portrait."
"Wonderful. Where was
it?"
"Right where it was supposed to be, up in the
undercroft. One of the house-elves brought me up."
"I
assume Minerva has the portrait in her office already and is setting
things in motion to have the charms re-applied?"
"Oh,
she will," Hermione assured Snape. "As soon as possible. As
I've told you, she has a lot on her plate right now."
Snape,
who had seemed calm and even amicable a moment ago, now showed the
first signs of outrage. "And what of me in the meantime? Who
knows but that I may fade out of existence altogether if we wait any
longer? So much for the great show of solidarity," Snape said
bitterly. "If it were Dumbledore or the great sainted Harry
Potter whose portrait were disembodied, you can bet she would be
setting every possible lever in motion to get things righted."
"It's
not as easy as that," Hermione tried to explain. "The
house-elves--" She was a bit embarrassed about mentioning it,
knowing where the discussion would lead. "--They don't think
your portrait is ready to be moved."
"Not ready?
What nonsense is that?"
"It's what I was talking to
Harry about when you appeared. It seems... I know this is ridiculous,
but the elf I spoke to -- Spats was his name -- said the castle
hasn't recognized you as dead yet. In fact, he suggested you were
actually still alive... somewhere. And that if we moved your
portrait, it would interfere with the castle's enchantments."
Hermione cringed, ready for another tirade.
Instead, Snape
turned and paced a few steps, rubbing his chin. "Interesting
theory," he mumbled. "I presume you are ready to discount
it out of hand?"
"Well-- I just think-- Sir, we saw
you die in the Shrieking Shack. Harry and I were there when Voldemort
instructed Nagini to attack you. We saw the bite, and the wounds you
sustained. There was no way... I mean, that's why we left. Harry had
to get to Voldemort, before he killed anyone else. We told them
afterward where you were, of course. We just assumed Hagrid or Filch
or someone would go and... collect you."
"And later,
you saw me buried, attended my funeral," Snape pressed
her.
"Well... no, not exactly," Hermione
hedged.
Snape gave Hermione a hard look. "I understand.
You did not see fit to pay your respects to me. But there were
others... Minerva can vouch that I died. Kingsley. Slughorn."
"Sir,
there was..." Hermione mumbled the next few words in a small
voice. "There was never a funeral." She watched him
nervously, wary of his reaction.
He remained surprisingly
calm. "No. There wouldn't have been. Everyone was relieved to be
done with me. I was not even accorded a final resting place in the
Headmasters' plot, was I?"
"I don't know,"
Hermione answered truthfully. She felt now that she should know, that
she should have asked someone where Snape was buried. But he was
right. She had hardly wasted another thought on him after the Battle.
There was so much else to do. So many other funerals. Dealing with
her parents. Scrambling to take her NEWTs, to find a job. "But
I'll find out," she promised. "Harry thought it likely,
though -- and this makes sense to me -- he thought it was likely that
one of the other Death Eaters took your body from the Shack and
brought you to their gathering in the Forest. And then... well, I'm
sorry, but you know they suffered terrible losses, and the rest were
taken into custody. There probably wasn't anyone left to go back and
get you." She tried to look at Snape steadily as she delivered
this news. She felt he deserved to hear the truth.
Snape only
nodded. "Yes. An ignominious end to an ignominious life. Thank
you for your assistance, Professor Granger. I won't be bothering you
again."
He moved toward the wall. As soon as Hermione
realized what he was doing, she cried, "No, Professor! Wait!"
Frantically, she tried to think of something that would keep him
there. Her eye fell on the box of things from Professor McGonagall's
office. "Here, your things. What about your things?" She
picked up the box and held it out to him.
Snape stopped and
regarded it with an empty expression. "Give it to Potter. He may
dispose of the contents as he sees fit." Then he turned around
again and faded into the wall.
Hermione was left standing
alone in the middle of the room, the box heavy in her hands.