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Reflections of Desire	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 20754 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Reflections of Desire.
- 2-Two
- 3-Chapter 3
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-seven
- 8-eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-eleven
- 12-twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
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Hermione stood discreetly off to the side and watched as her daughter hugged the tall man tightly around the waist. "Bye Daddy. Come back soon."
"I will." He said, clearing his throat, before stepping up to the fireplace. "I'll see you both very soon." He nodded formally before disappearing in a flash of green.
"Alright little Miss." Hermione said, kissing her daughter on top of her head. "Why don't you go get dressed while I tidy up the kitchen and then we can be off to the Burrow."
"Okay Mummy." She headed down the hallway towards her bedroom.
"Don't forget to wash your face and comb your hair. And be sure to clean your teeth." Hermione called after her as she headed towards the kitchen.
"I know Mummy. I'm not a baby." Sabrina called back, her voice sounding annoyed as she slammed her bedroom door.
'So much like her father.' Hermione chuckled at the snarky tone in her daughter's voice as she entered the kitchen. Though she normally preferred to do household chores the Muggle way, Hermione picked up her wand, flicking it at the dishes on the table and in the sink. She watched as the water turned on and the sink filled with soapy water. As the dishes began to magically wash, she flicked her wand at a tea towel setting it to wiping down the table and stove. That finished, she went down the hall to her own room and dressed quickly. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she tied her trainers and tried to ready herself for the explosion that was sure to come.
"Come on Mummy." Sabrina yelled from the front room. "What's taking so long? Aren't you ready yet?"
"I'm coming." Hermione called back, running a brush through her long hair and re doing her ponytail.
"Are you finally ready?" Sabrina rolled her eyes when Hermione met her at the fireplace.
"As I'll ever be." Hermione muttered, reaching out and grabbing a handful of powder.
Molly Weasley and Ginny Potter were seated at the kitchen table when they stepped out of the fireplace. Ginny looked up and gave Hermione a weak, but encouraging smile. Before anyone had a chance to utter a word, Sabrina burst from the floo and ran to Molly, chattering excitedly.
"Nana Molly! I have a Daddy and he's really tall and he has black hair and black eyes just like me. And he's a Potion's Master. We brewed tea this morning in my potions set and Mummy said it was the best tea she's ever had and we made breakfast..." She paused, narrowing her eyes at the look on Molly Weasley's face. "Why do you look so sad Nana? Why does everybody look so sad?" She asked, looking at all her Uncles and Aunts who had joined them in the kitchen.
"Oh I'm not sad Honey." Molly said, hugging her to her. "I'm just..." The loud thundering of footsteps drowned her out as Ron Weasley rushed down the stairs, his face red with anger.
"How could you?" He glared at Hermione. "How could you have sex with that nasty, greasy git? How could you let him touch you? Is that why you couldn't love me? Because of him?"
"Ron shut up!" Ginny hissed, cutting her eyes first to Sabrina and then to Ron's wife, Lavender. But Ron ignored her warning and raged on.
"He's a murderer 'Mione. A cold hearted, cold blooded murderer and you had a child with him? He killed Professor Dumbledore without even batting an eye! How could you?"
"Ronald Weasley!" His mother bellowed, cutting off his tyraid as she tried to hold onto Sabrina who had squirmed out of her grip, fear and tears staining her face.
"Oh honey." Hermione cried as she reached for her daughter. She just missed her arm, as the crying girl threw open the door and dashed outside. "Sabrina." She called after her as she ran across the yard.
"I'll go." Harry said, stepping up and placing a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "No. Let me." He said firmly when Hermione opened her mouth to argue. "I'll talk to her." He said, throwing a disgusted look at Ron as he pulled the door closed. From behind him he could hear Hermione screaming at Ron across the Weasley's kitchen. Walking out into the yard, he wasn't surprised to see the door to Arthur's shed hanging open. All the kids loved to play in there, exploring the different Muggle treasures. Stepping inside, he saw Sabrina standing at the workbench, her fingers pushing a toy car back and forth. Her shoulders shaking with each wracking sob.
"Oh Bri." He sighed, pulling her away from the bench and wrapping his arms around her. Picking her up, he lowered himself onto a chair and held her on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face into his chest. He could feel her hot tears wetting his shirt. "Shhh, Shhhh," He whispered, rubbing his hand across her back as she cried. He held her until her sobbing slowed, turning into soft hiccups. "Better?" He asked, leaning back to stare into her face.
"Everybody hates my Daddy." She sobbed, her lip quivering.
"What do you mean everybody? I don't hate him. He saved my life, he saved all of our lives. He's a hero."
"But Uncle Ron says he's a murderer. That means he killed people."
"Oh Bri." Harry sighed sadly. "Uncle Ron's a git. Now I need you to listen to me very carefully. We were fighting a war. And wars are a horrible, terrible thing, because people die, both good and bad. But we were all fighting and we all killed people. I have, Ron has, your Mum, even Nana Molly."
"But you killed bad Wizards." She sniffed, wiping at her eyes. "My Daddy killed Dumbledore. Dumbledore was a good Wizard."
"Oh sweetie." Harry placed his hands on her cheeks and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. "You're Daddy didn't want to kill Dumbledore. In fact it was very very hard for him to do it. Remember how I told you about your Mum and me and Ron out hunting for Horcroxes?" The little girl nodded her head. "Well Professor Dumbledore had found one, a ring. And it was very dark and evil and it made him very sick. Your Daddy tried very hard to save him, but the evil was too powerful and he was dying so he asked Professor Snape to kill him. He helped him by not letting him suffer."
"How do you know this?" She sniffed sadly.
"Because when your Daddy thought he was dying, he gave me his memories."
"Why?"
"Because he wanted me to see what kind of man he really was...is. And maybe to show me that no one person is all bad or all good."
"What do you mean?"
"Well you know my Mum and Dad died when I was a baby, so I never knew them either." The little girl nodded her head solemnly. "All my life," Harry continued, "I wanted to believe my Mum and Dad were these great and wonderful people."
"Were they?" Sabrina whispered.
"Sometimes...and sometimes they weren't. They were good people who helped build the Order of Phoenix and they fought for the side of good, but sometimes...my Dad could be a bully."
"That's not nice." Sabrina said shaking her head. "My Mum says being a bully is mean. Who did your Dad bully?"
"Your Dad." Harry frowned.
"Why?"
"I don't know." Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe because he was different, quiet and he liked to read. Maybe because he didn't have a lot of money. Maybe because he was in Slytherin. Or just maybe because he was friends with my Mum."
"Daddy told me he was friends with your Mum when he was my age."
"They were. Best friends. Until one day when he got upset and lost his temper and said something he didn't mean out of anger. My Mum ended their friendship and even though he tried to apologize, she was never friends with him again."
"Mum says you should accept someone's apology, if they really, truly mean it."
"And you're Mum is right." Harry said, hugging her around the middle. "Just like you're going to accept Uncle Ron's apology for the stupid things he just said. Right?"
"I suppose." Sabrina sighed, rubbing the toe of her trainer across the dirty floor. "But Uncle Harry? There's still something I don't understand..."
"What's that sweetie?"
"Is my Daddy a good Wizard or a bad Wizard."
"Your Daddy is a very, very brave Wizard and a very loyal Wizard. Even though my Mum never forgave him, he loved her and tried to save her from Lord Voldemort. Because he loved her, he kept me safe, and your Mum and Ron too. And he sacrificed his whole life to defeat Voldemort. That makes him a very, very good Wizard in my book. Okay?"
"Okay." She sighed heavily. "Uncle Harry?" She gazed up at him with her big black eyes. "Do you think my Daddy loves my Mummy?"
"I don't know Bri." He shrugged his shoulders. "He cared enough about her to make you. So I guess anything could happen. Are you ready to go back to the house. Teddy's in the parlor with the other kids."
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