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A Drop in the Ocean	By : AndreaLorraine Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 3498 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author�s Note:� Some people have asked me some questions so
here are your answers: yes, this is a pretty long fic.� It is 20+ chapters at the moment.� I�m not sure how long it will eventually be,
but I think I am definitely clear of the halfway point.� As for an update schedule, I�m really just
posting chapters when I get the chance to edit them.� As I said before (I think) I have this posted
elsewhere, but thought it could use some editing and a new audience.� So what I�m doing is going chapter by
chapter, reading it over and editing it to my satisfaction (which usually does
not involve a ton of changes, but there are some big things), and then posting
it.� Really, it all depends on the amount
of time I have, but I will do my best to post at least one chapter per
week.� Sometimes (aka
when I have nothing to do) there will be more than one chapter per week.� As for the person who brought up another fic with the same title as mine, yes, I�ve seen fics with the same title before � but they are in no way
related and considering it is a fairly common phrase it�s no surprise that
others thought of it, as well.� I think
that�s it�other than me wanting to remind you that everything in this fic
happens for a reason.� Be patient and it
will all be clear soon enough.� Thanks
for reading and keep it up with the reviews. ^_~

She
supposed Severus must be in fine form at Hogwarts.� The students had been thoroughly shocked upon
her introduction that morning, and had steered very, very clear of her all
day.� They probably thought she might be
exactly like her brother.� Only those who
had shared time with her in Divination knew otherwise.

�� She shook her head and sighed, her breath causing the
stack of dusty papers to flutter.

�� You�re tired, dear.�
Tomorrow�s another day,� Professor Trelawney said, looking up from her
own stack of papers.

�� Yes,� she replied, feeling her stomach rumble with
hunger.� �Thank you for allowing me to
invade your classes today.�

�� Nonsense,� the sprite-like Professor said, waving a
hand.� �It was probably good for them to
see an example of a psychic other than me.�

�� Selena hid a smile.�
�Yes, probably.�
Would you like to come to dinner with me?�

�� Oh no, dear.� The house elves usually bring me my meals up
here.� It is too disruptive for my Inner
Eye in the Great Hall.�

�� All right.� I should stop by the infirmary anyway to
check on my reckless brother.�

�� What happened to him?� Trelawney asked,
her brow furrowing.� She looked
nonplussed, probably because she hadn�t foreseen his injuries and because she
was uninformed.

�� He�had a bit of a run-in with one of Hagrid�s
pets that got loose,� Selena lied smoothly.�
Trelawney didn�t know that Severus was a Death Eater.� And it would be much, much better if it
stayed that way.� �You know how he likes
to wander at night,� she added, packing up her papers.

�� Most unfortunate, but I sense that he will recover,� the
Professor replied, giving her a friendly smile.

�� Yes, I�m sure he will.�
He�s tough,� she agreed.� �Thank
you again, Professor.�

�You�re
always welcome, Selena.�

�� She smiled and nodded, murmuring one last thank you
before she let the trapdoor close behind her.�
She breathed deeply as she made it into a drafty corridor, glad to clear
the over-fragrant incense from her lungs.�
She despised whatever it was that Trelawney always had wafting around
the room; it never did anything but give her a headache and an occasional bout
of the sneezes.

�� Is that the Lady Selena?� a voice suddenly demanded.

�� She looked to her right and smiled.

�� Yes, it�s me, Sir Cadogan.�

�� How art thou, M�lady?� the
Knight in the painting asked, puffing out his chest.

�� I�m doing well.�
You had a turn to guard the entrance of Gryffindor, didn�t you?� she
asked, frowning as the knowledge came unbidden into her mind.� �What happened to the Fat Lady?�

�� Oh, she had a most terrible scare!� Some scurly cur by
the name of Sirius Black attacked her!�
Imagine that, attacking a helpless lady!� the Knight huffed.

�� Sirius, hm?� was all Selena
said.

�� They were in desperate need of a temporary guardian for
Gryffindor tower while the Fat Lady was fixed, so naturally, I, the valiant Sir
Cadogan, offered my services!�

�� Did you now,� she said.�
She was almost to the end of his painting, but he would probably just
jump into the next one.

�� Yes, well, the scoundrels were awfully angry when I did
my job!�

�� You let Sirius into the tower.�

�� He had all the passwords, M�lady!� As a Knight, I am bound to honor!� The agreement was that I let in only the
people who had the passwords.� Black had
the passwords!�

�� You just didn�t want to get attacked like the Fat Lady
did,� she said, stopping and crossing her arms over her chest.�

�� Sir Cadogan sputtered, looking
enraged.

�� How dare you insult the valor of Sir Cadogan!� This will not be forgiven!� I challenge you to a duel!� Come on, you fork-tongued serpent!� Draw your sword!!!�

�� Selena could not help but laugh at the little Knight in
the painting as he jumped around like a rabid squirrel, slicing and dicing with
his sword that looked like nothing more than a toothpick to her.

�� Good day, Sir Cadogan.� I shall see you tomorrow.�

�� The painting�s voice followed her down the corridor,
shrieking.

�� Come back and fight!�
Or are you too afraid of the INVINCIBLE Sir Cadogan?!�

�� The encounter with the old painting had made her smile,
but it faded quickly.� She remembered
this darkened hallway.� Lucius Malfoy�s youthful face appeared in her memories, his lips
drawn back in a snarl and eyes blazing like the hottest part of fire � the blue
flame in the center.� She could almost
hear his voice echo off the stone walls around her.

�� �I gave up everything for you!� Everything!�
And this is what I get in return?!�

�� *�� *�� *�� *�� *�� *

�� Look at this,� Hermione said, dropping
a huge book onto the table Harry was using to study in the Common Room.�

�� What is it?� Harry asked,
blinking as dust rose towards him.

�� Well, I just took a quick trip to the library because I
needed something for my Arithmancy paper, and I found
the yearbook section.�

�� Yearbook?� Ron piped up as he
walked into the Common Room.

�� Yes.� I decided to
pull one down to see if I could get a little more information about Selena, but
look,� she said, pointing to the page it was open to, �she�s not here.�

�� And sure enough, Hermione was right.� The Slytherin
section went straight from a picture of Majorca Silvestri
(a very skinny, platinum-haired girl holding her wand proudly) to Severus
Snape, and then on to Herschel Sovern (a rotund,
dull-looking boy that reminded them a bit of Goyle).

�� Man,� Ron said, frowning.� �Snape�s there, but
where is she?�

�� She should be right before him,� Harry added.

�� It�s so strange,� Hermione mused.

�� What?� Harry and Ron asked in unison.

�� Seeing Snape that young.� He�s just a little boy there.�

�� He doesn�t even look mean.� I wonder what he was like,� Ron said, turning
the book so he could see the picture better.�
Snape was actually smiling in it, albeit very slightly.� It was a Mona Lisa type smile, one that was
smug and knowing and thoroughly indecipherable.�
His hair was long but neat, his eyes bright and penetrating.� Not a trace of a glare, though.� No, the first-year Snape seemed
disconcertingly�

�� Innocent.

�� Well I guess we can safely say that he didn�t pop out of
the womb with his charming personality the way it is today,� Harry said after a
moment.

�� Makes you wonder, doesn�t it,� Hermione murmured.�

�� But hey, back to the original question.� Why isn�t Selena in here?� Ron reminded them.

�� Maybe it�s simple.�
Maybe she wasn�t a Slytherin,� Harry
suggested.

�� They have put twins in different houses before, like Parvati and Padma,� Hermione
said, nodding.

�� So let�s check the other houses.�

�� I�m willing to bet she wasn�t a Gryffindor,� Harry said.

�� Definitely not,� Ron agreed.

�� Let�s guess.�

�� Hufflepuff?�
Hermione wondered aloud.

�� I don�t know,� Ron shook his head.� �She�s tough to figure out.�

�� We�ll find out soon enough,� Harry said, turning back a
thick stack of pages to where pictures of the members of Hufflepuff
house began.

�� Damn!� Ron said, mirroring all their feelings.� Selena Snape was nowhere to be found within
the ranks of Hufflepuff.

�� Well, that leaves Ravenclaw
and Gryffindor.�

�� Ravenclaw
first.�

�� More pages were turned, until Harry suddenly exclaimed,

�� Hey!� Go back a
few.�

�� Why?� Ron asked.

�� Just do it.� No,
not that one, a few more�stop!�

�� Why are we looking at the Quidditch
Teams?� Hermione said, sounding mildly annoyed.

�� Because she�s the Seeker for Ravenclaw,�
Harry answered succinctly.

�� She played Quidditch?!� Ron
asked, his eyes widening.

�� Looks like it.�
There she is,� Harry said, pointing.

�� Wow!� It is
her!� Can�t miss that
braid.�

�� That�s�� Hermione said, suddenly leaning over them to
look at the picture more closely.�
�That�s Ludo Bagman!�

�� Where?�

�� Right there,� she said, pointing.

�� He must have been a seventh-year when she was a
first-year.�

�� Man oh man!� I bet
they won the Cup that year,� Ron said, shaking his head in amazement.

�� Harry turned a few more pages.� There was a set of pages for each team, and
then two pages for each game of the season.�
The game pages were animated, showing highlights from the games and how
each was won.� The last game, the game
for the Cup, was Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor.

�� Ohmygod,� Ron breathed,
watching as the young version of Selena sped around in pursuit of the
Snitch.� �She�s better than Viktor Krum.�

�� What is she doing?� Harry asked, as she began to
raise herself off her broom.� The three
of them watched in awe as she stood on the thin broom handle, looking very much
like a Muggle surfer.

�� That�s incredible,� Harry mumbled.� �She�s about to get it��

The
tiny Snitch was within six inches of her outstretched hand.� Just as her fingers were about to close
around it, a very carefully aimed Bludger hit her
full in the back.

�� Ohhh!� the three of them burst
out at the same time, watching her go flying from her broomstick.

�� That was nasty,� Ron said, cringing.� �I guess they didn�t win the cup��

�� I wonder how long it took Madame Pomfrey
to fix her up after a fall like that,� Harry mused.� It was easily two hundred feet to the ground
from where she had been.� Then, as all
three of them were bracing themselves to watch her hit the ground, a blur on a
broomstick dove down to her, and they saw her hands clamp firmly onto the
handle.

�� That�s gotta be Bagman!� Ron
said, grinning.� �I�ve seen him do that
in other matches.�

�� They watched in silent awe as Bagman inched as far back
on his broom as he could, allowing her room to stand on the handle, just as she
had been before.� A moment later, she
jumped, barely catching the handle of her own idle broom.

�� She�s insane,� Harry said, his eyes widening as
she repositioned herself on the broom and resumed the chase.

�� I bet they won every year they had her,� Ron sighed.

�� She caught up to the other Seeker very quickly.� They were neck and neck, intensely hunched
over their broomsticks.� A moment later,
it seemed that the Gryffindor Seeker lost control.� He fell behind, almost toppling off his
broom.� Seconds later, she had the Snitch
held tightly in her palm and Bagman was crushing her in a hug.

�� Harry was not fooled; he knew that maneuver.� It was nearly impossible to see from afar,
but if it was being done to you, it was rather obvious.� It was very simple, and in situations as
close as that, nobody ever saw the hand shoot out and savagely twist the back
of the broom.� If you were not on your
guard, as apparently the Gryffindor seeker wasn�t, it could send you into a
very dangerous spin.� One glance told him
that Hermione hadn�t missed it either.

�� Well,� she said, sitting back as the book showed the
on-field celebration, �she may not be a Slytherin,
but she�s still a Snape.�

�

�� *�� *�� *�� *�� *�� *

3^rd year Quidditch Cup, Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin:

�� No mercy,� Ellis Tromer was
saying, shaking his fist emphatically.�
�You know they play dirty.� You
know their Beaters are going to be after you.�
And don�t you soft-heart anyone, Selena.�
I don�t care if your brother and your boyfriend are on that team��

�� He�s not my boyfriend,� she interrupted.

�� Yeah, whatever,� Ellis said, rolling his eyes.� �He�s going to be after you.� He�s not going to be nice because you�re
friends.�

�� Neither am I,� she said, a tad resentfully.� �Ellis, don�t get your undies
in a twist.�

�� Don�t sass me!�
I�m not Ludo, you can�t say whatever you
please to me, missy!� Ellis thundered.

�� You need to relax,� she said.� �We�re going to win.� I can be as nasty as any Slytherin
on the Quidditch field, Ellis, and you know it.� So quit being such a tight-ass and go warm
up, unless, of course, you want us to have a Keeper with an ulcer!�

�� Ellis could only sputter in disbelief as she walked
calmly away from him, taking a few running steps and then mounting her broom.

�� She�s a terror, isn�t she?�

Ellis
turned toward the source of the voice, still too shocked to reply.� Lucius Malfoy strode forward, purposely
bumping him as he went by.

�� Really pathetic, Tromer,
letting a third-year tell you off!� he called over his shoulder.� �Two third-years, if you count me!� Don�t know how you�re going to hold that goal
if you can barely face down your own Seeker without wetting your pants!�

�� Lucius took off exactly as Selena had, soaring up into
the air and leaving the rest of his green and silver clad team to snicker at
the red-faced captain of Ravenclaw.

30 minutes into the game:

�� Selena hovered on her broomstick, sitting casually and
scanning the area for the Snitch.� She
was down near the Slytherin goals.� She hated to admit it, but Slytherin had better Chasers � no significant activity had
come this way yet.� She spared her
brother a glance.� He was practically
lounging way out of the goal, waiting for a bad pass to pick off and only
moving when a Bludger came near him.

�� A cheer went up as Slytherin
scored again.� This was getting bad.� She glanced at the scoreboard, frowning.� Seventy to zero, Slytherin.�
And that was with Ellis flinging himself around the goal area like an
acrobat, playing the most inspired game she�d ever seen.� Ludo would surely
die on the spot if he ever saw his team losing this badly.� She had to find the Snitch, and soon.

�� She ducked instinctively as a Bludger
flew her way.� That was the fifth time
someone had tried to catch her off guard; Slytherin
knew that she was probably the only chance of victory for Ravenclaw,
and she was sure there would be more attempts to take her out.� The only reason she hadn�t been body-checked
yet was that she hadn�t really moved since the beginning of the game.� She�d picked her spot in Slytherin�s
end and just waited � waited for some glimpse of the Snitch.�

�� Malfoy, Slytherin�s Seeker, was
flying in the cover of his team�s Beaters, scanning the field just as she
was.� He was a good Seeker.� In fact, he was the only one that she ever
really factored into a game; the Seekers for Hufflepuff
and Gryffindor were good, but did not have the foresight or reaction time that
Lucius did.� He could beat her to the Snitch, she had no doubt of that.� But he hadn�t done it yet.

�� She was startled out of her thoughts when the quiet buzz
of the Snitch tickled her hearing.� Her
head jerked around and she quickly tried to pinpoint its location.� There!�
It was hovering above the highest goal hoop like a nervous
hummingbird.� A smile spread over her
face, but at the same time she registered the distinct feeling that her brother
was looking at her.

�� She turned and met his gaze.

�� Pity,� he said, drifting back towards the goals, �that
the Keeper can�t go after the Snitch.�

�� Pity, indeed,� she returned, raising a smug
eyebrow.� And then she took off in
pursuit of the little winged sphere, pushing her broom as fast as it could go
as she heard Severus yell for Malfoy.

�� Lucius broke from the Beaters and was on her trail in
seconds.� The Snitch darted away from
where it had been, sensing that it had been spotted.� She cursed softly to herself as Madame
Hooch�s voice rang out, announcing another goal for Slytherin.� She couldn�t waste any more time, or else Slytherin would lead by so many points that it wouldn�t
matter if she caught the Snitch or not.

�� She flew recklessly, keeping herself totally focused on
the tiny ball.� Lucius was below her,
less than a foot behind.� She cringed as
she felt a Slytherin Beater�s bat connect with her
elbow.� It should have been a penalty,
but it happened in such a way that no one saw it.� A second later she was saved by Sue DeLorien, one of her team�s Beaters.� Sue just managed to catch the edge of the Bludger as it sped towards Selena, deflecting it and
changing its trajectory so that it nearly got Malfoy instead.�

�� She mentally thanked Sue as she took advantage of the
seconds it took Lucius to avoid the Bludger.� She gunned her broom, narrowly avoiding a Slytherin Chaser who flew into her path.� Yes, yes�she was almost there�if only her arm
was a tiny bit longer�

�� She actually felt the tips of her fingers brush the
Snitch before she was jerked backwards savagely.� She cried out in surprise, barely managing to
stay on the broom.� As she dangled in the
air, clinging desperately to the handle, she saw Lucius speed by, grinning ear
to ear.

�� The bastard!� He�d
grabbed her by her braid and nearly yanked her whole head off!� Anger speared through her, filling her vision
with a staccato burst of white and purple spots.� Her only comfort was that the Snitch took a
sharp turn upwards right as Lucius was about to catch it.

�� You�re still in it!� Chester, another one of her
teammates, whispered in her ear as he helped her back onto her broom.� �They called a penalty, we�ll have some---�

�� Just then, a Bludger caught him
hard in the ribs.� She gasped as she
heard the crack of bone and his cry of pain.�
He fell against her, nearly causing both of them to go toppling off
their brooms.� But she managed to balance
them, and as Chester went limp in her arms, she looked up and caught the
eyes of the Slytherin Beater that had taken the
cheapest shot she�d ever seen in a Quidditch game
yet.

�� Herschel Sovern.� The fat, stupid, ugly musclehead
that barely passed his classes and didn�t do much but throw his weight around
on the field.� Ellis and Jack had already
taken Chester from her and were lowering him to ground level so
Madame Pomfrey could attend to him.�

�� What the hell was that, Sovern?�
Sue demanded, dropping down next to the fat Slytherin.� �You think it�s funny to take people out
after the play?� See how funny it is when
I smash your ugly face with this,� she growled, raising her bat.� �Not that it would make much of a
difference.�

�� Take it easy, Sue,� Selena spoke up, flying over to
her.� In reality she wanted nothing more
than for Sue to beat the piss out of the overgrown maggot, but that would only
make things worse.� She thanked Merlin for
Sue�s temper and fearless nature.� It
saved her from becoming so enraged that she kicked the shit out of Sovern herself.

�� You better watch yourself, Sovern,�
Sue threatened.� �I can mess you up.�

�� Sovern laughed and began to fly
off.� Sue made to lunge at him, but
Selena held her back.

�� It�s not worth it!� she hissed in her teammate�s
ear.� �It�ll cause a penalty and we�re
already down by too much!�

�� Sue pulled her arm out of Selena�s grasp, but flew away
from where Sovern hovered.� She had to take the penalty shots, anyway.

�� Good girl,� Selena murmured to herself.

�� Yes, good girl indeed,� Lucius said, pulling up next to
her.

�� Sod off, Malfoy.�
That was a dirty trick,� she seethed, beginning to drift away from
him.� It was very difficult to resist the
urge to punch him when his firm grip on her braid stopped her once again.� �What the hell---�

�� Before she knew it he�d yanked her face toward him and
planted a kiss on her lips.� Her mouth
was open in surprise, and he took advantage of it.� She pushed hard against his chest, trying to
get away from him, but he only pulled harder on her hair as she struggled.� Finally he released her from the kiss but not
from his grip.

�� She was so angry that words failed her.� Her glare sufficed to tell him just how
unhappy she was, though.� It made him
smile.� He leaned forward, biting at the
air in front of her nose, his teeth clicking together.� And then he let her go, tickling her nose
with the end of her braid and flying off, his laughter mingling with the
furious rush of blood in her ears.

�� What the HELL?�
Hadn�t anyone SEEN that?� That was
so completely illegal and patronizing and�

�� She realized, even as she began to get splinters from
clenching her broomstick, that no one had been watching the Seekers.� All eyes had been on Slytherin�s
goal area, riveted by Sue�s two penalty shots.�
She�d made them both, apparently, because now the score was
eighty-twenty.� Regular play was about to
resume.

�� Goddamn Malfoy.�
That�that�prick, the insufferable snot!

�� Selena�s eyes narrowed.�
Oh, she was going to catch that Snitch.�
There was NO way Malfoy was going to beat her.� No freaking way.

�� She drifted into her team�s huddle, still churning with
ire.

�� We�re going to win this, and we�re going to win it for Chester!� Ellis was saying.�
�Sue, you stay at Beater and do your best to protect Selena.� Calvin, you switch to Chaser and stick with
Jack and Erin.� Selena,� he continued,
turning his glance to her, �well, you know.�
Let�s go.� For Chester!�

�� For Chester!� they cheered together, breaking rapidly.� Sue stuck close to her, but did not pass up
chances to go after Slytherin players, especially Sovern.

�� About five minutes went by before she zeroed in on the
Snitch once again.� Lucius was on the
other side of the field, but he saw it at the exact same time that she
did.� They moved simultaneously,
converging on the flitting ball.� It
dashed away from them as they barely avoided crashing into one another, their
windblown robes tangling together.� They
both cursed and fought to break apart.�
As he pulled at her robe, an idea popped into her head.� She swung her braid over her left shoulder,
turning her head to look directly at him.�
As his eyes flickered to hers, she snapped her head the other way,
rotating her neck and slapping him in the face with her braid.

�� He exploded with a curse and his hand faltered, letting
go of her robe.� She broke away as
quickly as she could, sparing only a moment to be satisfied.� She�d drawn blood; the metal part of her hair
tie must have caught him just right across the cheek.� Served the rotten bastard
right.

�� She saw the glint of the Snitch out of the corner of her
eye.� She went to her feet on her broom,
something that was now an instinctual behavior.�
She pulled the broom around, her knees bent and her hand on the polished
wood.� The Snitch was trying to get away
from her, but oh no, not this time�

�� She heard the crowd gasp as she launched herself from her
broom.� Her timing was perfect.� She managed to grab the Snitch at full
extension, barely able to contain it with the tips of her fingers.� But she held on and pulled it into her palm,
trapping the little ball.

�� She opened her body for freefall, making eye contact with
Sue as the girl swooped down twenty feet below to catch her.� She had only a second to wonder why Sue�s
green eyes were widening in horror.

�� Selena!!!� Ellis�s scream
reached her just in time for her to turn her head � and catch sight of another Slytherin player barreling down on her.� He wasn�t paying attention; he was looking at
the scoreboard.

�� Newbright!� the Slytherin captain screamed.�
The boy turned his head and saw Selena, but had no time to react.

�� The end of his broomstick caught her hard across the
temple, flipping her body up with the momentum.�
She bounced off Newbright with bone-jarring
force, her forehead connecting with his shoulder and her neck jerking
painfully.

�� A thousand things that she�d never remember afterwards
exploded in her head, a rapid-fire slideshow of unfamiliar images and
sounds.� Then her mind was full of
nothing, and she passed out in midair.

�� Sue had turned about to catch her, but couldn�t move
quickly enough.� There was no one else
near except for Newbright, who was too shaken to
react, and Lucius Malfoy.

�� For a second, Lucius was stagnant.� And then Severus�s
voice reached him.

�� LUCIUS!� GET HER!�

�� He snapped into action, diving sharply.� He was just barely going to make it, and he�d
have to bail.� It was going to hurt.� But somehow, even though the saucy little
bitch had drawn blood, and on his face of all places, he didn�t mind.

�� He jumped, much as she had to capture the Snitch.� His broomstick crashed into the grass like a
javelin, and he caught her perhaps two feet above the ground.� He twisted in midair and bit back a scream as
his shoulder hit the earth and dislocated.�
All the wind was knocked out of him as he cushioned her fall with his
own body.

�� The next thing he knew, his robes were saturated with her
blood and Edwin Newbright was standing over them,
mumbling,

�� Oh shit.� Shit shit shit!� I didn�t see her, I swear, I didn�t mean to
hit her, I tried to get out of the way�!�
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