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Triptych	By : SabineLaGrande Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 3500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: When I wrote this, I couldn�t figure out how
to resolve the story. So I wrote four endings: the ending the story deserved;
the ending the characters deserved; and two that the audience deserved. Pick
one.

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Ending One: A Farewell To Arms

I thought my long nightmare had finally ended. I thought I
finally had everything together. I was wrong.

In my pride, I thought my love was the restorative she
needed. There is a curious thing, however, about restoratives. They must be
given in small doses, or they can be deadly. Blinded by lust, I thought she was
strong enough to handle it. My pride betrayed me. The change from wanting a
thing so badly to having it in droves was too much for her in her weakened
state. Instead of healing her, I drove her mad. Eventually, she had to be sent
to St. Mungo's. Some time later, she died there, and when she did, she was
carrying my son.

The blood of three innocent people is on my hands. I am
the dangerous and evil thing I always feared I was.

I have broken my wand and burned all my books. I left
Hogwarts for the seclusion of a strict order of muggle monks. Here, I will live
out the rest of my days, hoping in some small way to atone for my crimes.

"But after I had got them out and shut the door and
turned off the light it wasn't any good. It was like saying good-by to a
statue. After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the
hotel in the rain." - A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway

Ending Two: Attack of the Killer Fluff

Ron and Parvati Weasley lived a comfortable life with
their three children, Arthur Jr., Perneet, and Sirius. One fine morning, Ron
and his wife were sitting around the table. Ron has just received his Daily
Prophet, and Parvati was engrossed in Witch Weekly. Their beautiful children
were playing together on the floor, which Parvati had magically cushioned for
them. It was an absolutely normal, uneventful sort of morning.

A stately owl that Ron had never seen before flew into the
open window and landed by his teacup. He took its burden, but it did not budge,
seeming instead to watch him. He opened the large creamy scroll. It seemed to
be an invitation of sorts. He read it and promptly spat his tea across the
table. He was reading it a second time with a horrified expression when Parvati
spoke up.

"What's wrong, dear?" she asked, alarmed.

"It's Hermione," he said, disgusted. "She's
getting married to Snape!"

"Ew," Parvati said simply.

"And his blasted bird ate all my toast!" he said
with great fury. The owl flew out the window to where an orange tabby was
sitting. The owl and cat abruptly changed into women.

"Was it worth it?" Minerva asked Hermione.

"You have no idea," she said with a smile.
"Now, let's go to the Three Broomsticks, I'm buying." The two women
disappeared.

***

Minerva was sitting in her office later that day. Suddenly
her fire turned green. A hoary head appeared.

"You're late," she said, setting down her quill
and turning to him.

"A wizard is never late," he intoned, "nor
is he early. He arrived precisely when he means to."

"Why, Albus," she said, "I didn't know you
were a fan of muggle cinema."

"Er, not especially, now," he said, "but
this one has wizards in." She smiled.

"Have you gotten your invitation yet?" she asked
him.

"It just came," he replied, "and you owe me
five galleons. But..." here his eyes twinkled, "I might be willing to
forget about it if you'd come as my guest."

"I think I will have to accept that offer," she
said, smiling at him. "One thing I don't understand though. Snape is an
expert Occulmens. How did you ever figure it out?"

"Simple. He used my Pensieve," he said with a
hint of laughter in his voice, "and he may have just neglected to remove a
memory or two once or twice..." his voice trailed off as he removed his
head from the fire.

"You old devil," Minerva said, turning back to
her papers.

***

The wedding took place just after exams at Hogwarts. The
couple took their honeymoon over winter break. Upon their return, they found
the head of house rooms had been rearranged. They now shared one large room,
decorated in red and green. The snake and lion on the headboard eyed each other
suspiciously. The lion batted a paw at the snake, which hissed.

Hermione looked appraisingly around the room.

"I should have married Professor Flitwick," she
said with the utmost seriousness.

"Might I ask why?" he asked with a bemused look.

"Because I'm going to get sick of living in a room
coated in Christmas colours," she replied.

"Can your beloved Professor do this?" he said,
pulling him to her into a mind-blowing kiss.

"No," she said, pulling away, "but he is
about waist height-"

"I forbid you from finishing that sentence," he
said. "That's just disturbing."

"Yes, and you're going to think about every time you
see him from now on."

"You win this round," he said, narrowing his
eyes at her. She only smiled and performed a disrobing charm. He was wearing
white boxers with tiny pink hearts. They sang barbershop-style to her. She
shook her head.

Ending Three: The Message Board

Ever heard of a silencing charm?

-M. McG.

Had to call off Remus; he thought you were being attacked.
Consider yourselves lucky. I was there.

-Flitwick

Warn me before you decide to... ahem... howl at the moon
again.

-Moony

(Package left in front of door)

Enclosed please find one bottle of Contraceptive Potion and one school copy of
Hogwarts, a History. I believe you're looking for page 652.

-Poppy

Hogwarts, a History, page 652:

"After the events of 1278, a unique and specific ward was placed on
Hogwarts. When a binding charm is performed, the caster and the victim's voices
are magically amplified so that the victim may be more easily found."

And I was under the impression that you had read this book, Professor Granger?

-Mme. Pince.

(Postdated to that afternoon)

You will meet a tall, dark man. The tea leaves, they do not lie.

-Sibyll

That slight shake you feel under your feet is Godric
Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin spinning in their graves.

- S. Sinistra

Ending Four: If Hogwarts Was In America

Harry Potter was engrossed in his Daily Prophet. Since
coming under new management, it had become a fine publication. He turned to
page two.

He read:

HOGWARTS TEACHERS EMBROILED IN SEX SCANDAL

By N. Sequitur, Wizard Press Association

Two Hogwarts teachers, Hermione Granger and Severus Snape,
have been placed on probation following alleged impropriety.

The pair stand accused of having sexual relations in Professor Snape's potions
classroom. The acts allegedly occurred during lunch time, while both professors
were supposed to be supervising students. The pair were discovered by first
year student Bellatrix Malfoy, daughter of former Slytherin prefect and ministry
official Draco Malfoy, who was looking for help on her potions homework.

Professor Granger was Head Girl of Hogwarts in the 97-98 school year. She was a
member of Dumbledore's Army and worked for some time as a ministry official.
She was the youngest ever head of Gryffindor. Professor Snape, a reformed Death
Eater, is a world renowned potions master. He is head of Slytherin House and
president of the Society for Legilimency. Both received the Order of Merlin,
First Class for their work in the war against Lord Voldemort.

"It is sad that two such fine wizards have brought this kind of shame to
Hogwarts," said Headmistress Minerva McGonagall. "This matter will be
fully investigated, and both professors will be disciplined accordingly."

The Hogwarts Board of Governors is expected to release its findings next week.

Harry laid the paper down.

"I picked a bad week to quit drinking," he said,
shaking his head.
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