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The Courtship of Miss Granger	By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 11792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*******DISCLAIMER******** Everything belongs to JK Rowling,
even the slippers I�m wearing.

A/N: This story is a leetle
bit A/U, what with my resurrection of Sirius Black and Dumbledore and the
fixing with Hermione�s age so if you don�t like, please don�t read. This is for fun only, don�t take it too
seriously please�the story is as crazy as I am.
Now, let�s see how The Gang tries to get out of their current fix, shall
we?

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As Hermione crumpled to the floor in a swoon, they heard a
bellow of rage issuing from Lupin�s room, followed by the tinkle of breaking
china. Kreacher, currently involved in a
tug of war with Molly Weasley over a slotted spoon, grinned nastily at the
sound and released his prize willingly to trot over and see what he could do to
make the situation worse. Hermione lay
forgotten on the linoleum as her friends sat petrified as the noise grew closer
and closer, until �

Kreacher came soaring through the doorway, having been helped
on his way by an energetic kick to the bum.
Next moment, all they could see was a billow of black robes as their
unintentional victim came to confront them.
�WHAT-DID-YOU-DO?!?!?� The howl
filled their ears so that they all reflexively screwed their eyes shut and
ducked under the table. Their sanctuary
was then lifted from atop them and thrown against the wall with a crash, one
leg coming clean off and plopping into the soup pot bubbling on the stove. Hermione woke at the loud noise and looked up
into an extremely angry face that was familiar to her�long black hair, dark
eyes that were positively glowing with ire, a somewhat longish nose and lips
compressed in a thin line. Yes, she knew
him. She was looking up into the enraged
face of a sixteen year old Severus Snape.
�GRANGER! I know it was you!� He reached down and, with a surprisingly
strong grip, hauled her to her feet. He
was still very tall, she noted absently, being somewhat more preoccupied with
her knee-weakening terror.

Tonks stood up and tried to step between them. �Hey, wait, Severus, I can explain!� She reddened as Remus careened around the
corner, his eyes wide as dinner plates.
Her blush deepened as she confessed to the entire Order � they were now
all jockeying for position at the doors � what had happened. �I didn�t intend for anything like this to
happen,� she finished miserably, unable to look Remus in the eye.

Severus opened his mouth to deliver more scalding epithets
when Dumbledore made his way into the room and stopped him by lifting up a hand
for silence. Hermione wanted to sink
into the floor as the Headmaster�s eyes rested upon her disapprovingly. �Everyone, calm yourselves, please. Severus, release Miss Granger. I will discuss this matter with the
appropriate individuals involved,� he said sternly, waving a hand in dismissal
at the witches and wizards who still wanted a look at the goings-on. Sirius Black looked at the furious Snape with
ill-concealed delight as he turned to leave�someone had to quiet the portraits
again, since the commotion in the house had set them off yet again.

Dumbledore pointed his wand at the table and the leg popped
out of the lamb stew to reattach itself.
�Accio chairs,� he called, and the table was once more surrounded by
enough chairs for everyone except Severus who refused to sit, still
incandescent with fury. �Now, to the
matter at hand� Miss Granger, I am most displeased with you. Using magic against another wizard,
especially when he has no idea what is about to happen to him, is punishable by
expulsion. Not to mention that brewing
such a potion in your dormitory is also forbidden. But what really concerns me here is that by altering the equations, ingredients and
dosage, you are truly playing with fire.
No matter that Professor Snape was not your intended target; he is still
the one that has suffered the consequences of your ill-conceived endeavor. It remains to be seen if I can restore him to
his proper state, as your�substitutions�make it hard to guess at the
results.� He shifted his rather
hard-looking blue eyes, devoid of their characteristic sparkle, to the
others. �And the rest of you will not
escape punishment either. I will confer
with your Head of House on what discipline would be best. Severus, if you please�?� he motioned the
youthened professor towards the door and they both disappeared into another
room.

Ron let out a snort.
�Did you see him? He was our age! Still greasy as hell, though.� Ginny kicked him in the shins and motioned
towards Hermione, who looked ready to cry � her eyes were watering and her chin
was wobbling ominously. �Ah, don�t cry,
�Mione, he�ll be back to his nasty old
self in no time with Dumbledore working on him.�

Harry put an arm around his distraught friend and echoed
Ron�s sentiments. �Yeah, he�ll be
fine. I wonder what our punishments will
be��

On the other side of the table, Tonks sat with downcast eyes
as Remus looked at her thoughtfully. A
tiny smile twitched the corners of his mouth as he saw her mortification. �You know, you could have just said
something, Nymphadora,� he said gently, and she looked up in surprise. �Why don�t we go for a walk outside? It�s kind of stuffy in here, and I don�t want
to be around if and when Severus gets changed back.� He held out a hand and she slipped hers into
it shyly as they stood and walked out of the kitchen.

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Albus Dumbledore lowered his wand in defeat. �I�m sorry, Severus, there�s nothing more I
can do.� He looked at the tall, lanky
boy sympathetically. �I realize that you
spent most of your teenage years trying to be older, and that they weren�t the
best times for you. We�ll think of
something, I promise.�

Severus Snape glared back at the Headmaster. �What am I supposed to do about this?� he motioned to himself. �I can�t teach Potion making to children that
are physically older than I am!�

�I might have to call in a substitute for you until you
regain the years you�ve lost. I believe
Horace Slughorn might be willing to fill in for you�in the meantime, we will
still need you at Hogwarts � indeed, it is the place you should be. Miss Granger will be given every opportunity
to undo your affliction and Poppy can help as well, but you will need to �blend
in� � this would be best accomplished by fitting you into Gryffindor House,
where you will take classes along with the others.�

Severus greeted this announcement with an expression of
dawning horror. �Gryffindor? Gryffindor House? And classes?
I need not remind you that I was Sorted as a Slytherin, Headmaster,� he
asserted, not able to believe that he would actually be sent to another
House. Once Sorted, always Sorted, was
the way of it. To put him in Gryffindor of all Houses! He�d rather be sent into Hufflepuff, and said
so aloud.

Albus sighed inwardly at the younger wizard�s strenuous
objections. �Severus. I am sending you into Minerva�s charge only
because Miss Granger will have a better chance reversing your�symptoms if she
has easier access to you - I can hardly imagine the uproar if a member of a
rival House continually met with another.
I will consult with Minerva, and we will have all the relevant details
ready for you before our return Sunday night.
Now I suggest you get some sleep, as I�ve heard aging potions cause
fatigue in their users.� He stood,
effectively ending the conversation.

Severus was robbed of speech, he was so angry. He swirled out the door and up the stairs
into the small bedroom he used whenever here on business for the Order. Looking into the bureau�s large mirror, he
grimaced. He had been so glad to leave
his teenage years behind but here he was again.
He thought of all that had befallen him at the age of sixteen and
shuddered�it was funny how, even though one tried to lock memories up in the
mind, they came spilling back out. He
saw Black, Lupin, Pettigrew and Potter tormenting him because of his looks and
dedication to learning. The other
students laughing, even his fellow Slytherins.
He thought he was beyond it all, but he face he saw in the mirror had proved
him wrong. He pulled off his robes and
the rest of his clothes and climbed into bed, suddenly tired beyond
belief. His dreams that night were full
of the humiliations he had suffered and of the loneliness he always tried not to
feel�before dawn came, he woke gasping and shuddering from a dream about his
father he hadn�t experienced in twenty years.
He lay in the half-light curled into a ball and trembling.

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During the next few days before the start of the new week,
Hermione was run ragged to procure an antidote to the aging potion, but to no
avail � the paper she had written all her notes and equations on had somehow
disappeared, and in her current distress at the predicament she found herself
in, she couldn�t remember exactly what she had done. The other students were
made to do menial tasks around the house, having had their wands confiscated
until their return to school. They were
all shortly at the end of their ropes, what with facing the Order�s disapproval,
Kreacher�s snide comments, and Snape trying to make their lives as miserable as
possible. Professor McGonagall was
closeted with the Headmaster for hours as they worked out how the Potions
Master could �blend in� with the other students, and they finally hit on a
solution. He would pose as a distant
cousin to himself (it would have to be very distant if he were to be accepted
into Gryffindor, Minerva pointed out) who was merely auditing classes, thinking
to transfer from Durmstrang. The story
that would be put around concerning his absence would be that he had fallen ill
and was residing at St. Mungo�s. When it
came time to choose what name he would be operating under, however, they hit a
snag.

�I will, under no circumstances, be referred to as
Francis!� the yell filled the house and Ron, Ginny and Harry all stopped
scrubbing their pans to grin at each other.
They heard him loudly veto the choices of Florian, Herbert, Julian and Shelby, and were taking
bets on the next name to enrage him further when Snape suddenly fell silent,
apparently finding a name that was acceptable.

As they washed up and prepared to take the Floo back to
Hogwarts, McGonagall swept in the room, gave them a censorious stare, and
introduced them to Septimus Prince who would be attending classes with them
starting the next morning. �Septimus�
favored them with a glare, aiming his basilisk stare at Hermione in particular. �Oh, and another thing, Potter, Weasley�.he
will be staying in your dormitory as well, to keep up the illusion. For all intents and purposes, he will still
be your teacher and able to deduct points � be on your best behavior,� she said
sternly, with the unspoken message that she didn�t want Gryffindor to lose the
House Championship because Snape took points from them.

As the four teens took the Floo back to Gryffindor Tower,
the new addition went with them � ostensibly to start blending in right away,
though Ron and Harry privately thought it was so he could just get a head start
in point deductions. They were half
right - Hermione was pale and shaking as she stepped out of the fireplace grate
to find she had already lost 5 points for an unkempt appearance, and another 5
went out the window when she opened her mouth to protest. Whirling, she stamped up the girl�s staircase
with Ginny close behind. Harry and Ron
looked at each other, and then at �Septimus�, who was staring after the two
thoughtfully. �Ummm, sir? Our staircase
is over there,� Harry said carefully, and Snape followed them quietly, apparently
having exhausted his daily supply of nastiness.
The door swung open to admit them, and Seamus as well as Neville was
already getting ready for bed.

�Hey Ron, Harry�for some reason there�s another bed up here now, do you�?� Neville
trailed off as he saw the other boy with them.
He swallowed hard. The new boy looked
just like the most terrifying teacher in Hogwarts, Professor Snape. He said so aloud, and Snape glowered at him
so fiercely that the boy jumped into bed and pulled the covers up to his chin.

�Neville, Seamus, this is�Septimus Prince. He does
look a bit like Professor Snape, but that�s just because they�re really
distant cousins. The resemblance is
really uncanny, yeah?� Harry said nervously, and Seamus laughed as he agreed,
walking up to shake the new �boy� by the hand. Ron explained about the transfer
from Durmstrang and Neville began to relax.

Severus was surprised
at his reception and shook hands with Finnigan and even with Longbottom, though
he longed to smack the idiot upside the head with his own shoe. He began to remove his robes and pull on the
nightclothes he had brought from his own rooms, a long sleeved gray shirt and
loose-fitting black pants with a drawstring waist. He didn�t realize he was the object of
attention as he stripped off his shirt until Seamus made a comment. �They must be pretty hard on you in Durmstrang,�
he whistled.

Severus/Septimus stood staring back at him, the shirt still
in his hands. What on earth was the fool
boy banging on about now? He twisted to get a look at the full-length
mirror and saw. Oh. Another thing he had managed to forget about. Thin white scars decorated the pale skin of his
back and hips, and a curiously round burn scar sat high on his shoulder. His lips thinned and he jerked the shirt on
hurriedly, not looking at the other boys, who were staring at him speechlessly. �What are you looking at?� he snarled,
tapping the reserves of nastiness that Harry had been sure were there. He got into the bed and drew the curtains so
hard that they almost ripped in half. He
heard the little gossips whispering for a while until silence settled over Gryffindor Tower.
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