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Obliviate! (Working Title)	By : Shmlss Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 2001 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

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Today
seemed that it was going to be a completely out of the ordinary day altogether.

Today Lily
was with Uncle Ron. He had offered to take Lily for a day.

�Oh,
Lily! It will be a delight to have her! Been so long since there�s been a baby around�� Molly would sigh. It
was also very much due to the fact that she was Harry and Hermione�s child. Her
two children outside of being blood, really. She had also become a bit
spiteful toward Fleur and Bill who had been trying to hold off on having a
child- at least until Bill had healed 100 percent.

Frankly,
Hermione was on their side of things. The rest of the family, however, even
Ginny, was sick of waiting for a new addition, believing that what very little
werewolf still remained in Bill would wear off completely in, at the most, a
year for a child. However, the pair seemed to be concerned about the hybrid.
The small chance that her veela mixed with genuine Greyback filth could spark
horrible results. And, to boot, Remus and Tonks were worried about the same
thing, so there was no telling whether they�d all die first!

Really,
whatever the choice, Hermione was convinced it did not matter. It was not her
business. She had devoted a good chunk of her life now on staying out of
people�s business. A good practise; she had always been a touch nosy and now
she had time for herself. Daughter, books, sleep, nourishement, Harry, Ron (and
his occasional flavour of the week). Those were the only things she ever
worried about any longer.

If only that
could have lasted.

Just
several days ago, her old Professor and Head of House contacted her.

Headmistress
McGonagall and she had kept in touch, of course, but this was more of a
business matter, as it had never been. This would seem to be the best day to
hand over Lily to her second family.

Well� her first, now, really, just
as Harry.

Voldemort (and company), had
managed to find and kill her entire muggle family last year after learning of
her great involvement in the destruction of the pieces of his soul. To date,
she wondered if it was all worth it.

Over the years, Hermione still kept
touch with people hither and thither, also. She called up and old friend, Katie
Bell to have lunch with her in Hogsmeade. It was a rare outing she got, so she
would take the opportunity to make the entire day as special.

They dined at Madam Puddifoot�s and
talked for a solid four hours before Hermione realised that she was nearly late
for her �appointment� with Minerva. Formalities, it had seemed, went flying out
the door at the last battle. It was no longer necessary, and tiring, also.

As she walked quickly up to road to
the Hogwarts castle, she pondered her knowledge of what this meeting was about.
She had deduced, of course, by the end of her journey, that Minerva would be
asking her to come and teach. Potions, she suspected.

Horace Slughorn was finally
retiring for good. They had hoodwinked him not once, but twice- and the second
time into staying for two more years after the war ended! He owed it to the
community, though, so he grudgingly stayed for that long.

She never thought, though, about
exactly what she would say to that. Would she take the job? How
could she take the job? What about Lily?

Hermione and Minerva shared tea. In
her older, more peaceful age, she, too had taken quite a liking to sweets.
Orange cr�me candies were a nice contrast to their tea. They talked over old
times, both good and solemn before Minerva got to the point of her calling upon
Hermione.

�As I�m sure you have heard by the
Daily Prophet, Horace is retiring once and for all. He�s been a real pleasure,
surprise, surprise, but we agree he shall rest now.� The older witch�s
demeanour had changed almost entirely. Hermione was sure if you were to cross
Minerva, she would still come down with the same admirable steel she did when
Hermione was in school, but in conversation the woman had relaxed quite a bit.
She was much, much like Dumbledore had been.

Here, Hermione remembered the
portrait and her eyes shot up to his place on the wall.

A crinkled, but nevertheless
twinkling eye winked down at her. A smirk played at his old face and beard, but
he said nothing.

�Still nothing?� Hermione asked
momentarily changing the conversation.

Minerva smiled gently and shook her
head, �Not a single word. But then, we�ve taken notice that he doesn�t need to say
anything to speak to us�.�

A tear formed in Hermione�s eyes and fell to her lap
with the strength of a March raindrop.

�I realise that you would like me
to come and fill the Potions position. And even though I got a bit of a
head-start and why you asked me here today, it is definitely something that
will take long and careful thought.� Hermione chewed her lip momentarily before
seemingly deciding on something.

�As you well know, I am with child
now. I must think of her. Also, Ron. I would be leaving him- not that he is
ever really lonely, I must admit. But� my visits to Harry would have to be even
more limited still. I refuse to keep him from Lily, and I refuse to give up
hope. And I�m afraid he will give up hope if I stop seeing him. So, as
you see, this will take serious thought and consideration.�

�Well, dear girl, of course there
would be alleviations with workload to allow for that. No one would ever expect
you to give up on Harry. And no one else is going to, either,� Minerva told her
rather quickly, �we considered that you could also choose an apprentice to
help, as well.�

Hermione smiled. Her mind had not
been made yet, but this definitely added hope to Minerva�s cause.

�In three days time I shall owl and
give you my final word. And thank you, nevertheless for the offer, whether I
take the position or not. I appreciate it more than you can know.�

She was sure that this was the only
thing she would have to think about over the next several days, but she was
dead wrong.

She decided to pop into Diagon
Alley quickly to pick up feed for Crookshanks who had gone through his last bag
of food in only four days time. Somehow the creature had maintained a
normal-sized body only overpowered by an immense amount of fur.

She hadn�t noticed a figure
standing in the corner when she arrived outside of the Leaky Cauldron by
apparition, but he was certainly unmistakable when she had returned to have a
quick drink.

She shrunk the kneazlecat food with
her wand and slipped it into her pocket before approaching the dark, lank,
hooded figure. She never would have bothered if she hadn�t heard an
unmistakable sobbing issuing for the person.

�Hello? Are you all right?�

Her small, scarred hand hesitated
before reaching up to the figure�s shoulder.

�Fine. I�m fine.� It was a male�s
voice, sharp, but more ashamed sounding than angry and oddly familiar to
Hermione.

�Do you need help? I mean�I�m sur-�

Her words ended abruptly as he
shook his hood off, wiping his face. It was red and blotchy, his eyes a bit
puffy and red, eyelashes dark and thick with tears. Also, there were several
nasty-looking abrasions that hadn�t ever healed properly. However, it was
unmistakable.

Despite changes, Hermione had that
face burned into her skull by nightmares of losing all hope in someone, no
matter how wretched he may have been, whom she had faith, trust, and sometimes
admiration for.

The same long curtain of slimy
black hair, same obsidian bottomless pits for eyes, save thin, uninviting lips.

�You filthy, sodding, betraying son
of-� she stopped herself going any further with an insult that could have
lasted ages, but never given justice to the kind of person he was and the
things he had done.

�No words can describe you��

She glared hard into his eyes.

He stared back into Hermione�s for
a moment before squinting.

�Do I know you?� He choked.

Hermione�s eyes widened, her mouth
hung open a bit before she spoke, �What the bloody hell are you playing at,
Snape?!�

�Snape� Snape� I�ve heard that. But
what is my last name?!� A glazed look came over him as he looked away and then
back at Hermione.

Hermione was silent as she stared
at him. She looked over her shoulders nervously as she swallowed and considered
what was going on.

�Tha- That is your last
name.� Her voice was barely at a whisper. She was stunned, she guessed.

His head snapped up a bit as tears
continued to roll down his face without invitation.

�Then� what is my first?�

�Severus�� She swallowed again,
harder this time, �Are you- is this� you really don�t know who you are?�

He slid down the wall, pulling his
hood over his head slightly and doing the same Hermione did only a few minutes
ago.

She stared down at him not knowing
whether she�d receive a response at all.

�I know now that my name is Severus
Snape. And I know that when people become aware of my appearance the either run
away, or run after me,� he answered solemnly.

�Oh.� She was at a complete loss
for words or even comprehensible thought. Never had she expected to ever see
this man again, let alone in the state he was in. He had obviously been
obliviated without the manic side effects, though Harry could almost be this
normal, as well as Lockhart at times, so it was entirely possible that he could
snap at her any second.

Severus looked up at her, his eyes
endlessly pouring.

�You must know me fairly well�. Why
does everyone react this way?�

�Well� oh Merlin! You just have no
idea at all and I really don�t know if
I can be the one who tells you�� She was nearly sobbing herself, now.

�And you have no idea that you�re
the only person who is in my presence for more than half a minute. And I
suspect the only person with enough patience for an old, confused man. If it
wasn�t important, I wouldn�t ask. I suspect you�re among those I have insulted
or otherwise offended��

Hermione snorted, a tear rolling
down her cheek. She was silent for a moment as the thought. This was an
opportunity to repay him for the years of torment and upset he caused herself
and her mates. If only there was a way to bring justice to his murder of Albus
and his back-stabbing ways. As irrational and impulsive as it was (he could be
lying, she would never know unless, with his memory went his ability at
Occlumency), something told her instinctively that he was for real. And in a
split second she straightened and offered her hand to him.

He stared at her hand a moment
before grabbing it up and standing.

�Do you remember how to apparate?�
She asked him seriously.

�I believe so� it�s not a very
comfortable experience.�

Hermione eyed him suspiciously,
�Well maybe we�ll do side-along, just in case.�

She awaited his response as she
grabbed onto his arm and looked around them once more before apparating with
him back to number 12 Grimmauld Place.

Snape had proven to her, at the end
of her sixth year, that he was an immaculate actor, but Hermione was certain if
she could suspect foulplay she would know if he indicated a surprise to her
location.
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