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Who Are They Now? COMPLETE	By : Snapes_Slave Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 9101 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I own no part of the Harry Potter universe, That honor lies solely with Madame Rowling herself, nor do I own any part of Funny Girl or its music. I make no money from this story.

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DISCLAIMER: Guys, seriously... it's not mine. Not the song, Not the source material, but the plot? Oh, that's all mine. Definitely not banking on it either.

Hermione stood outside the door of the theater, breathing deeply, as a smile stole it's way across her face. How long had it been since she'd been here? In a place where she was truly happy and at peace? She had spent many summer hols working on local productions and had loved every moment, but when things had started getting desperate with the war, her happy place had been put on hold.
Everyone thought that her success following the war had been purely driven by her own genius and ambition. But those people weren't the ones that were privy to her mental and emotional breakdowns. She hadn't been able to function for weeks. Hadn't eaten properly, had avoided sleep at all costs... The dreams were awful, but the nightmares that struck in the cold light of day were worse. Visions of the dead, dying, and decaying bodies of those she had loved, those she had fought beside. The visions of her parent's bodies, as they lay crumpled in the entranceway of her childhood home. Apparently sending them to Australia with no memories of their daughter hadn't been enough.
But the worst of her waking nightmares was always him. The face of a man she had always respected and admired, let alone the much more private, and altogether inappropriate thoughts and feelings she had had of him since around her sixth year. The picture in her mind of Severus Snape as he lay dying in a pool of his own blood, his breath rattling and wheezing exaggeratedly from his lungs as she apparated him to St. Mungo's were what made her blood truly run cold. Those were the memories that hit her the hardest.
PTSD. That's what the doctors had called it. Hermione's triggers were many, and would instantaneously send her into manic depressive fits. She had slowly come back to herself enough to channel her thoughts somewhere else, which led to an immense workload. On the outside, she was a highly motivated and supremely intelligent woman who was incredibly driven. On the inside, she was constantly at a dead sprint, trying tirelessly to keep her mind occupied at all times.
Well, 10 years was a long time to run. She had gotten the help she needed, and from the oddest of places. After finding the cure for the after effects of the Cruciotus curse, it had been an almost comically calm Alice Longbottom that had, after thanking her profusely, told her her service was complete; that it was time to move on and start living for herself; to find her own happiness. It had been another few years and a cure for werewolves before she saw the truth in that statement.
She had just closed on selling her parent's house, and moved into one farther out and away from the city, far away from all the noise and the awful memories and triggers, she'd wrapped up all her projects, and thrown herself back into the last thing she remembered giving her joy.
So here she was, with more money and fame than she would ever be able to handle, living a quiet life, free from the complications that being Hermione Granger of the Golden Trio brought, standing outside a theater, about to perform her dream part. For the first time in years, Hermione Granger was happily living her own life for herself.

HGSSHGSSHGSSHGSSHGSS

Severus arrived in an alley way just outside the theater. Damn, he thought. I hate being late. Perhaps I'll just have to make an entrance. That it my usual modus operandi when I'm running behind. Perhaps this young new star will be shaken? Or will she prove her mettle? Hmm...
As he changed his mind and quietly entered the main doors, he heard the beginning of rehearsal.
"Right. Well the rehearsal accompanist should be here soon. He does live quite far out so, let's just do a quick run through with the CD so we can get this blocking down, ay? Right. The greatest star please, Ed. Track 2." The director called out. Severus could hear the woman say her opening lines to the song as the chords sounded out of the speakers, while he crept his way from the darkened back of the audience, taking the furthermost seat and sticking to the shadows.

"I got 36 expressions!
Sweet as pie to tough as leather
And that's 6 expressions more than all those Barrymore's put together.
So 'stead of just kicking me why don't they give me a lift?
Well, it must be a plot!
'Cause their scared that I got...such a gift?
Well, I'm miffed." She stated in a perfect accent. He couldn't really see her well from his seat, but something about the woman was so familiar...

"Cause I'm
The Greatest Star
I am by far!
But no one knows it--WAIT!
They're gonna hear a voice
A silver flute (ah ah ah ah)
They'll cheer each toot
(Yeah, that kids terrific, mmm)

When I expose it
(Now can't ya see to look at me that)
I'm a natural Camille.
As Camille I just feel
I've so much to offer
(Now listen kid I know I'd be divine because)

I'm a natural cougher
(ahoo, aheh, ahay)"
She was delightful up there, whoever she was. He was certain that he knew her, but from where, he hadn't the foggiest.

"Some ain't got it, not a lump
I'm a great big clump of talent
Laugh!
(ha ha ha ha)
They'll bend in half
(Did you ever hear the story about the traveling salesman?)
A thousand jokes
(Stick around for the jokes!)
A thousand faces
I reiterate
When you're gifted, then you're gifted
These are facts
I've got no axe to grind
Hey, whaddaya blind?
In all of the world so far
I'm the greatest star"
It was on the tip of his tongue... Her movements, although styled for the character, were still ringing a bell somewhere in his mind.

"No autographs, please
Ya think beautiful girls are gonna stay in style forever?
I should say not
Any minute now they're gonna be out
Finished!
Then it'll be my turn
Hmph!

Who is the pip with pizzazz?
Who is all ginger and jazz?
Who is as glamourous as?
Who's an american beauty rose?
With an american beauty NOSE!!!
And ten american beauty toes?
Eye on the target and wham
One shot. One gun shot and BAM!
Hey Mister Keeney!
Here I am!"
He was so close to figuring it out. He was captivated by not only the performance, which was very near perfection, but also by the conundrum of her identity. He rose from his seat and slowly drifted towards the stage for a better look while she began to close the number and attempted to bring down the house on the first song of the show.

"I'm the greatest star
I am by far
But no one knows it
That's why I was born
I'll blow my horn
Till someone blows it
I'll light up like a light
Right up like a light
I'll flicker then flare up!
All the world's gonna stare up!
Looking down you'll never see me
Try the sky cause that'll be me!"

And there was the face. The visage that was so familiar to him, it featured nearly nightly in his dreams. The face of the woman who had found him and, ultimately, saved his life. Hermione Granger was all grown up and was bringing the house down.

"I can make 'em cry!
I can make 'em sigh!
Someday they'll clamor for my drama
Have ya guessed YET!
Who's the best yet?
If ya ain't, I'll tell ya one more time
You'll bet your last dime
In all of the world so far
I am the greatest, greatest
Staaaaaaar!" She finished with her arms outstretched, facing the balcony seats. He immediately started clapping. Whatever his thoughts on her, the witch was a powerful performer. If she performed the rest of the score that well, there was little doubt in his mind that the show would be a hit. Simon hadn't lied about his star being something special, Severus wondered if he knew just how special Miss Granger really was.
She jumped, slightly startled by his applause, and lifted a hand to shield her eyes enough to see her audience through the bright and blinding stage lights, a large smile on her face.
"Ahh, I was hoping you would be here soon. Severus, please meet Miss Hermione Granger, our own Fanny Brice. Hermione, this is our new rehearsal pianist, Severus Snape." Simon, the director said with a chipper smile.
Severus looked just long enough to see her face fall and a look of slight horror blanket her features, just before she fainted dead away, hitting the stage with a dull thud.

A/N
Alright guys. 3 chapters... Please please please review... Had some of these songs stuck in my head for a few days, and couldn't help but do something with the idea. What do we think thus far? I know, it's a very obvious plot, some of you will probably already see exactly where it's going, but just because you know where you'll end up, doesn't mean it won't be fun getting there, right? And just to reiterate, I own NOTHING of Funny Girl, Barbra Streisand, or the Harry Potter universe. The link for the song is listed below, both the movie version as well as the Glee version... I can't help that I love Lea Michele... So let me know how I'm doing. R+R
https://youtu.be/fHPE_BrctCo
https://youtu.be/7yE1j9U6MVE
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