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Two Sides to Every Soul	By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Two Sides to Every Soul
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Lucky Number 7
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
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A/N:� I couldn�t
resist setting this in Prague,
which is the perfect place for magic to happen � a very old and beautiful city,
with many sights to see.� If any Czech
speakers are reading this, please take into account that I�m still learning the
language so not everything will be perfect :)

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On the day of her departure, Hermione arrived at the
Ministry of Magic to vollect her travel papers, then
stepped in the �International Travel� Floo line, where witches and wizards were
disappearing throught he emerald flames underneath a
large plaque which listen their deparate
destinations.� A bored Ministry oworker checked her authorization papers and motioned her
on.� The line shuffled slowly forward
until she was behind a short wizard headed to Luxembourg,
from the look of the sign as it reset itself, then it read �Prague� and she walked into the flames.�

It spun her out into the grate of the Ministry�s Embassy,
where her papers were checked again, stamped, and a translation necklace was
thrust into her hands.� �Vitam� V�s, Pan�,�
she was told, �Welcome to Prague.�� After Hermione stated her business, the witch
who had greeted her smiled and motioned her to another counter where she was
handed a sheaf of parchment bearing the Hogwarts seal.� �Professor Dumbledore owled
this over last week � enjoy your stay, and good luck.�

Good luck? Thought
Hermione, but she smiled back and thanked the other witch.� She walked from the embassy and felt the
ingle of a concealment ward � turning back around, she
noted that the building now appeared as a boarded-up shop, with apartments just
above it�to complete the illusion, some of the balconied had baskets of flowers
on the railings.� It seemed she was in
the heart of Prague�s
Old Town Square
� a sign read �Staromětska Naměsti.�� She peered down at the translation charm � it
seemed that as long as it was in contact with her skin, words both spoken as
well as written would appear to be in her native language, as long as she was
within 5 feet.� She smiled to see several
men dressed as Muggle sailors walk past, trying to attract customers for their
river tours, and other men and women dressed in period clothing strolled along
advertising the myriad classical music concerts happening in, seemingly, every
building in the city.

She opened the packet that Albus had sent her � there was a
carefully wrapped Portkey that would take her directly to Prazky
Univerzita Magie, the
Prague University of Magic.� There was also quite a few papers about the school itself, but she
decided to read those later; she picked out the parchment concerning the
potential Care of Magical Creatures professor and studied it.� A pity that there wasn�t a
picture of him�.ah, well.� His
name was listed as Gildas Brandon Ephesias
Christopher Murdoch, he had attended Durmstrang and graduated with honors�she
scanned it quickly�.single, no children�.now this was interesting:� he was
Muggle born but adopted by a wizarding family at the
age of 7, and his adoptive father worked as an Unspeakable for the Ministry of
Magic before his death at the hands of Death Eaters during a raid.

She traded in some pound notes for Korunni,
the local currency, and had lunch in one of the several open air
restaurants.� Since she planned on
meeting Professor Murdoch in the morning, she drifted towards the wizarding side of Prague, called Malostranska
(literally meaning �Small Side� since it was separated by the Vltava river and was smaller than the Muggle side, which
was named Velkastranska, or, �Big Side�) so she could
find her accommodations and read more of the papers Albus had sent.�

Crossing the Charles Bridge (the locals called it Karlův Most), she noticed several artist painitng and artisans selling their wares � as well as
witches and wizards performing �magic� tricks for money, which made her
laugh.� She window-shopped and browsed
idly after finding her inn and leaving her things in the room, and selected a
tavern that was said to be frequented by University professors as well as
students�perhaps she could even get a glimpse of Professor Gildas
Murdoch.� Hermione had heard that the
University was a sort of military-themed institution not unlike Durmstrang, so
she wasn�t surprised when the first students entered the tavern as she was
finishing her meal, dressed in all-black uniforms with red piping, and long red
cloaks.� She watched them interestedly as
they secured the largest table and talked amongst themselves
animatedly.� When she saw what only could
be their Professors entering, she stared unabashedly � while the students wore
uniforms of all black, the professors (witches and wizards both) wore black
knee high boots over black trousers, and red uniform jackets with black and
silver accents, and black cloaks hung from their epaulets.� As she paid and turned to leave, a tall
professor walked by her looking in the other direction.� She absently thought that he was as tall as
Snape, but the hair was completely different � seen from the back, it was
longish and desperately in need of a good brushing, and the color was unlike any
she�d ever seen�at first glance it was a sandy brown, but then she saw the sun-steraked reddish blond highlights that shimmered under the
tavern�s lights.� Shaking her head in
amusement that she�d been ogling a strange wizard�s hair, of all things, she left.

In the morning, she took the Portkey to Prazky
Univerzita Magie and signed
in at the Guest desk.� She was directed
across the grounds by an unsmiling witch in uniform, and she walked from the
huge castle (it was slightly smaller than Hogwarts and it looked as if it were
set on top of a huge mountain) and down the path to a small lake where she
could see�was that a dragon?� Yes, a group of uniformed students were
gathered in a loose semicircle around a Hngarian Horntail while their instructor lectured.� As she drew closer, Professor Murdoch ducked
under one of the dragon�s wings to show them something, so she missed her first
glimpse of him..but she head
his voice lecturing in Czech, and she froze.�
That voice�.� She edged closer
(she couldn�t get within the translation amulet�s required 5 feet because of
the students, who were eyeing her curiously) and almost passed out in shock
when Professor Gildas Murdoch ducked back under the
wing and straightened to his full height, facing her.�

Dear, Sweet Merlin and All His Spells. The hair and eyes
were different, but she was looking at the duplicate of Severus Snape.

She swayed on her feet as she heard his deep, silky voice
ask her something.� �Whuh�Who
are you, really?� she babbled quickly, staring up into the most beautiful hazel
eyes she�d ever seen.

�Pros�m?� he came close and
noticed her Hogwarts robes.� �Excuse me?�
he repeated in English. �Are you hurt, madam?��

�N-no, I just�.No, I�m fine,� she said firmly, then introduced herself properly.� �I hope I�m not interrupting your class, I�m
sorry��

His eyes glinted with a humor she�d never seen in Snape�s
eyes. �I�m sure these layabouts would hasten to
assure you that it was nothing important.��
He looked back to the curious students.�
�And, just this once, they�d be correct.�� He dismissed them with a wave of a black
gloved hand and looked back down at her, his calico hair shining in the
sunlight.� �So.
Albus sent you here to work on me.�

�Well, I just � yes,� she said lamely.� He smiled at her�what a lovely smile, she thought stupidly.

�I know his brother, Aberforth �
helped him years ago out of a rather nasty situation involving, of all things,
a goat�� he shook his head and was about to continue when the Horntail, plainly
fed up with being ignored, rammed his muzzle against the small of his handler�s
back, knocking him onto the grass, while it bugled happily and snuffled at his
uniform coat.� Hermione laughed at the
sight and Professor Murdoch gave her a rueful grin, climbing to his feet and
scratching the Horntail�s nose.

�Who is this?� she asked.

�Hermione Granger, meet Norbert.� I�ve raised him since he was a month old, and
for some reason, he thinks I�m his mother,� the professor laughed.

She gaped at him.� �Norbert? As in�.Norbert?� Where�d you get him?�

He shrugged.� �Got him
after he was smuggled out of England;
I heard there was a seriously misguided wizard who tried to raise him in secret, or something like that. An acquaintance of mine,
Charlie Weasley, notified me that he needed a caretaker for young Norbert, so I
took him on.�

Hermione laughed and explained all about Hagrid
and his fatal attraction to dangerous beasts, and told him about the spurious
acquisition of Norbert�s egg and about how he would be getting Hagrid�s job�if he accepted.� Gildas told her
that he was still unsure about it, but he wouldn�t mind having a few months
free instead of teaching summer courses.�
He prevailed upon her to let him take her out for dinner, and they
parted amicably in time for his next class. Norbert trumpeted a farewell,
fanning his wings impressively and thumping his spiked tail on the grounds,
almost knocking Gildas down again.

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That night, he picked her up and they went to dinner
together, talking about their respective places of employment, and Hermione
finally blurted out how similar he looked to Snape.� Gildas quirked an
eyebrow at her and she gave a brief description of the Potions Master, careful
not to include details of the large nose and greasy hair.� Deftly changing the subject after seeing his
thoughtful frown, they talked until the small hours of the morning, when Gildas excused himself to send an owl to a colleague of
his.� Hermione noticed the time with a
start, worrying that she was keeping him from sleep he�d need for classes the
following day, and told him as much when he returned.� �Nonsense � I think you�ve forgotten that
even here, there�s no classes on a week-end.�

�Oh, but Professor-�

He smiled winningly at her. �Please, call me Gildas.� And I plan
on giving you a full tour of the city � no excuses will be accepted.�� She felt a jolt of electricity run through
her as he reached over and placed the tips of his long fingers to her arm.� �But it is
late�perhaps I could escort you back�?� They walked back to her lodgings, and
he pressed an object into her hand.� She
looked down at it (it was a two-way mirror, just like the one Sirius had given
Harry) and back up at him just as he bent swiftly and pressed his lips against
hers.� Pulling away just as quickly, his
hazel eyes shone with mischief and he gave her an impudent grin.� �Tomorrow, then.�� He Disapparated and she was
left holding the mirror in one hand while touching her lips with the other,
stunned.

No, this was definitely not
Severus Snape she was dealing with now. ..stealing a
kiss when they hadn�t even known each other for an entire 24 hours!� Nevertheless, she was grinning broadly as she
went up to her room.

tbc

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I know this chapter is short (for one of my stories,
anyways) but I felt I needed to get this whole mess posted somewhere and see
what others think of it so far.� At least
knowing that someone else is reading it will get me out of my writing slump and
provide the impetus to finish it�this chapter alone has been waiting to be
finished for about 1 month so far.� So
please review, even if you think it�s crap�constructive
criticism is appreciated.
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