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Two Sides to Every Soul	By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7842 -:- 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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*****DISCLAIMER***** All characters belong to J.K. Rowling,
except for the OMC I will be introducing later in the story.

A/N:� I have a
tentative plot going for this, and I�m sure I�ll get many reviews asking just
what the hell is going on � please trust me, you�ll find out (when have I ever
left you hanging?) later on.� Suggestions
welcome, including spell-checks by my dear K.I.A.or
whomever spots a mistake � I hate making mistakes and don�t like really them
being pointed out either, but at least then
I can fix them, lol.

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-December 29, 1959-

As is the case in most tales of adventure, magic, drama and
romance, it all began on a dark and stormy night.

Lightening slashed to earth in jagged spikes, lighting up
the black sky and silhouetting the jumbled rows of run-down and dilapidated
houses in the northern England
hillside.� Thunder rumbled ominously,
making the panes of glass rattle in the window casings that housed them, and
here and there sounded the distressed barking of dogs disturbed at the
storm.�

The grey owl winged its way out of the clouds and made its
way to the end of an icy lane; a window was opened and the drapes pushed back
so that a square of candlelight fell on the filthy snow, and the owl was
beckoned inside.� A heavily pregnant
woman with lank black hair and a bruise on her cheek untied the scrap of
parchment from the owl�s leg.� �I don�t
have much for you�only half a roll,� she apologized, holding it out.� The owl cocked its head to one side and
stared at it before hooting softly and ignoring it politely.� She unrolled the parchment and read:

Send
an owl to me when it is your �time� and the problem shall be rectified to your
satisfaction.� I look forward to hearing
from you.

The woman pressed the parchment to her heart, sighing in
relief.� A noise in the hall alerted her
and she gasped, shoving the scroll in the fire and shooing the bird out of the
window just as her tall, cruel husband walked in the room and demanded to know
who she had been talking to.� He had been
drinking again, she noted with a sinking feeling in her stomach.� �I was talking to our boy, dear.� I heard it from our neighbor that it was good
to talk to your unborn child; it makes them smarter, like.�� She hoped that the reference to her pregnancy
would divert him, would make him less likely to strike her and she breathed a
silent thank you to whichever god might be listening as he accepted the story
with a grunt, rubbing his hooked nose and staring at her swollen belly.

�Mind ye don� forget to mek sure
he�ll �ave no truck with yer
kind.�
I ain�t havin� no
freak of a son, like as I�ve got fer a wife,� he
sneered.� He looked her up and down
contemptuously.� �An� it�s the truth I�ll
be hopin� it comes out favorin�
me � yeh�re not lookin�
half as good as ye did when me sense went elsewhere and Ah married ye.�� He stamped over to the cupboard and snatched
out a new bottle of whiskey, taking it with him through the parlor area.

The witch sank trembling into a seat by the kitchen hearth,
holding her head in her hands.� Little by
little, she regained control of herself and raised her face to the cracked
mirror across the tiny room.� What did
she see, but a face aged before its time; lines where there should have been
none.� Disappointments and pain etched a
map around her tired-looking eyes, and she could no longer envision herself as
she once had been; a young girl freshly graduated from Hogwarts with the world
ahead of her and stars in her eyes, thinking she could accomplish
anything.� How stupid you were, to think any such thing. �The only thing she actually accomplished was
to see the murder of her hopes and dreams, the bloody slaughter of all she held
sacred � love, for one.� She should have
listened to her mother, and stayed away from the man when he first caught her
eye.� Forgive
me, mother� I know better, now.� I should
have followed your advice, but isn�t it the challenge that does most of us in,
seeing a lost soul who we think we can change? Merlin preserve us all, I tried
everything and still thought I would win the day but he just drew me down with
him like you tried to tell me he would.�
This is my last chance, coming any day now � this may do it�this has to do it�if it works, then perhaps
he will change.� She scrubbed away an
unwanted tear.� She had to be strong for
the life inside her; their child needed her, and she was determined not to fail
him.

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-January 8, 1960-

It was time.

She placed a hand on her rippling stomach and bit back a
groan of pain, wishing with all her heart for her wand.� Impossible, that � how long had it been since
her husband had destroyed it?� She
couldn�t remember, but it helped keep her mind off the pain she was in.� She almost slipped and fell in the icy slush,
cursing and trying desperately to keep her footing as she walked to the nearest
hospital�he couldn�t be bothered to
bring her, of course, and had sworn foully at her audacity for even asking when
her water had broken.� Pleading hadn�t
helped one bit, not when there was a game on the telly
just begging for his attention.� Bastard.�
She had scribbled a quick note, letting her anonymous �friend� know
about the upcoming delivery, making sure to write down the address of the
hospital she was currently on her way to; she had tossed her last remaining bit
of Floo powder in the kitchen fire and flung the paper in as soon as the flames
turned green.

Somehow, she made it and was admitted quickly by a harassed-looking
nurse who had time enough to be aghast at her walking all the way there in her
condition.� �Stay righ�
here an� I�ll fetch th� doctor,� she was told
imperiously and she lay back on the narrow cot, exhausted and in pain.� Her son kicked up a storm and the
contractions hit her again, leaving her gasping.� Soon,
now.�

The familiar crack!
of Apparation sounded sharply in the small room, and a hooded and robed figure
stepped forward.� �You have the payment?�
he asked in a muffled voice.� The witch nodded
wearily and held out a small bag filled with Galleons which he snatched up
greedily.� �Ah, yes.� Well, I can�t start until the boy is actually
born, you do understand that?� I will
remain here under cover of Disillusionment, and as soon as your son enters the
world you must send the doctor and any nurses away immediately.�� She nodded again, tears filling her dark eyes
at another set of contractions.� The
wizard tapped himself with his wand and began to shimmer and disappear before
her.

The witch struggled to breathe deeply, trying to remember
any Muggle tricks to help ease birthing pains�she had read quite a few books on
the subject, and called them to mind now.�
All she had to do was wait.

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-January 9, 1960-

�You have a fine strong son, my dear,� the doctor stated
proudly, as if he had been the one to call the child into being in the first
place.� He handed the squalling infant to
its mother, who cradled the child possessively and suddenly asked that she be
left alone with him.� His face fell a
bit, but he acquiesced, shooing the two nurses out of the door whilst sending
hurt glances back at the new mother.� He
had expected a bit more gratitude.

As soon as they were alone, the wizard in the corner
appeared once more and approached the bed, gazing down at the newborn.� �Let me have him,� he demanded, and pulled
the child from his mother�s arms.�
Lifting him, he placed the boy down on the cold metal table beside some
of the surgical implements left by the doctor and placed his wand on the boy�s
chest, raising his voice in chant.� The
boy�s mother watched curiously as spirals of colored light curled around her
son slowly, then began to spin faster and faster until her eyes hurt and she
had to look away.� A flare of bright
light filled the room and the newborn began to howl in earnest; suddenly all
light and sound died away, leaving only the infant hiccupping in distress.� Residual pain from the birth kept the witch
from leaving the bed and snatching her child back into her arms, but the wizard
lifted his wand and pocketed it, turning to her.� �It is done.�

She pressed her hands to her lips, tears beginning to form
in her eyes.� �Are you � are you sure?�

�One way or another, yes.�
It worked, but may take some time to sort out.� Good evening to you both,� the muffled voice
said, and he handed the silent boy back to his mother.� Then he inclined his head to her and
Disapparated with an echoing crack!

The witch kissed her newborn baby, whispering to him all the
things they would do as he grew older.�
�Your father will love you, I just know it, my darling.� I�m so glad you�re here now.�

The door opened to admit the two nurses, who smiled to see
mother and son looking so content.� �I�ll
jus� take �im to the nursery, shall I?� New mothers need some rest, so they do,� one
of them cooed, taking her son and wrapping him gently in a warm blanket.

�But � can�t he stay here, with me?�� The witch stretched her arms towards her son
anxiously.

�Nah, �e will be righ� down t�hall, �e will.� Ye
can see �im ta�marra, but
don� be worryin� so!�
�E�ll �ave yer las� name on �is crib.��
They took him out, and she sank back down into the pillows, suddenly
overwhelmed by the need for sleep.

Later that night�

It was almost completely dark when it happened.� Rows of cribs lined the silent nursery; the
babies present were all fast asleep dreaming whatever it is that newborns may
dream of�all were sleeping, save one.�
The newest arrival twisted and wiggled uncomfortably on the plastic
mattress, his small feet kicking in the air.�

Any passers-by looking in the window of the nursery would
have seen the strange sight of colored sparks rising from one of the tiny
cribs.� The light intensified and spread
out onto one of the neighboring cribs, which happened to be empty.� When the brilliant flash of white light came,
it lasted for a longer period of time than it had earlier.� If anyone had still been watching, they would
surely be startled at the sudden appearance of another child, in the crib
adjacent to the one already occupied.� If
they had stayed to look.�

As it happened, someone had.

A tall wizard stepped from the shadows, pushing back his
hood as he drew a thick blanket from inside his voluminous robes.� He bent to wrap it around the child that had
suddenly appeared and lifted the small form up into his arms, studying it.� Yes, he thought this one would do quite
nicely. The wizard turned and left the nursery without sparing a glance at the
wriggling boy he had performed the spell on hours earlier.�

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-January 10, 1960-

The witch bent and scooped up her oddly silent son, laying a
tender kiss on the boy�s black hair.� She
couldn�t believe that, with all that had happened, she had forgotten to name
him.� She guided the infant to a breast
and he began to suck weakly as she gazed down at him lovingly.� �Now, messire, how
shall I name you?�� she thought of the
spell that had been performed the night before.�
�Yes, that�s appropriate.� I shall
name you�Severus.� Severus Tobias
Snape.�� Satisfied, Eileen Snape leaned
back against the pillow and began to daydream�yes, Tobias would be pleased with
his new son.� She had made sure of it.

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A/N:� Hmmmmm�.questions, questions, questions!!!!!
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