WOW! I am so sorry for not updating in so long. But my senior year got very stressful. I was and am dealing with many unsavory details of my past. I do not know how able to update I will be considering that I am taking a German course right now. But it so far has not been too difficult or time consuming, so I think I can maybe manage once a week. Also my internet privileges were revoked in my room, so I have sporadic access but if I can not get on in the hell hole I have to live in, I will attempt to go to the library. I hope you are all still willing to read my shitty story.
January 27, 1998
I felt anger. I was used to the emotion. James and Sirius had made sure that my acquaintance with it had been complete.
I stood staring out the window as the students began their walk to Hogsmeade. Dark snow clouds were moving slowly across the sky. I climbed up on the sill and flung myself out. With a pop, I transformed into my animagus form, a sleek, black raven. I flew towards Hogsmeade watching with my sharpened vision for Hermione.
When I spotted her, she was walking hand in hand with Anthony. My blood was fire pumping through my veins. I swept down and followed them at a distance where I could eavesdrop on their conversation.
"Have you read Professor Snape's book yet?"
"No, I have not had a chance yet. I have been so busy with class work."
"Oh…" she said sounding disappointed.
I longed to talk to her. It should be me down there talking to her instead of that imbecile. The more he talked the more he asserted his stupidity.
I flew after them the whole day. They mostly walked around on their own until lunch time when they walked into the Three Broomsticks.
I flew down in the ally beside where they were and slipped inside into a dark corner to watch them.
It was quite crowded in the building. Inside it smelled of butter-beer and fresh soup and baking bread in the Three Broomsticks.
"Alexander!" I heard the sweetest voice I knew call out. "Alexander, join us."
I turned and saw Hermione waving me over to their table. This was turning out better than I could have imagined. I had never planned this. I would have an opportunity to belittle and humiliate her dimwitted boyfriend.
I made my way over and took a seat at her side in the booth. I set my butter-beer on the table in front of me.
Anthony glowered at me in a vain attempt to get me to leave.
I smirked at him. His jealousy of having the man that spent more time with his girlfriend by her choice at the same table was obvious to someone sitting across the room.
I leaned over and kissed Hermione on the cheek. I had started doing that when I greeted or left her. She did not seem opposed to it. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it. I enjoyed it as well.
"I just finished reading the play you suggested to me," Hermione said patting my knee.
"A Midsummer Night's Dream?" I asked. "What did you think?"
"I loved it! It was beautiful. It was so funny."
"Me too! It is quite hilarious. The faeries are purposely portrayed with certain inaccurate qualities."
"On purpose?" Hermione asked with an inquisitive look in her eyes.
"Shakespeare was a wizard, didn't you know that? Not one of the most powerful. He didn't want it getting out at such a volatile time how real witches and wizards behaved with very little difference to muggles. He was nearly banned from the magical world for his writing of witches and wizards despite the lack of credulity in the plays. But he was pardoned because witches and wizards were believed to exist at the time and now to muggles are known to be the product of an overactive imagination."
"Really? He is quite famous in the muggle world as a writer."
"He is famous in the wizarding world as well."
"I've read Shakespeare as well," Anthony chimed in simply looking for a venue with which to enter our conversation.
"Do you have a favorite?"
"My favorite play is "The Tempest."
"Ah, "The Tempest."
"I've read in three times and seen it performed six. I have it entirely memorized."
I smiled at this. This was too perfect. We would see what this dunderhead did and did not know.
"'Who could refrain that had a heart to love, and in that heart courage to make love known?'"
"Who says that line?" Hermione asked looking at him curiously.
"Tibult says it to Cordelia," Anthony said attempting to think it through.
I rolled my eyes.
"I invited Hermione to go and see it with me performed in London, but she refused me. Can you explain that, Alexander?" Anthony said continuing with his stony glare.
"Well, "The Tempest" is a great play and should not be passed up lightly. Perhaps, Hermione wishes to see a play with so much magic in it performed properly on the island where it takes place, or perhaps, she simply does not want to be seen with you anymore. Perhaps she believes you have naught but a serpentine view of getting into her knickers."
"Wonderful, Hermione, your friend thinks that I am some sort of male Slytherin prostitute."
Hermione looked a bit stressed as she looked at me. A blush colored her cheeks
"No, Anthony, he doesn't."
"Hardly," I sneered. "You are nothing but a cowardly braggadocio who knows nothing of Shakespeare and likely nothing at all." I rose at this point. "By the way, Tibult and Cordelia are not in the same play anymore than either is in the play with that line. Tibult is from "Romeo and Juliet," and Cordelia is from "King Lear." The line itself is not even from "The Tempest." It is from Macbeth, Act II Scene Three."
I stalked out of the Three Broomsticks angrily. I was done embarrassing him before his girlfriend.
I slipped into the ally taking my animagus form and flapping back to the school. I swept into my window transforming with another pop and gathered a potions book and went to the common room to read.
Sometime later, Hermione walked back into the common room. Her face was stoically schooled into a look of not being bothered, but I could see the tear rivers that had stained her cheeks. Her eyes had red circles around them.
Instantly, I abandoned my book. I stood up to walk to the only friend I had ever had.
She raised her hand to still my inquiry. Slowly, she ascended to her dormitory room.
DAMN YOU AND YOUR FOOLISH JEALOUSY SEVERUS SNAPE!
Seeing my only friend that way tore into my heart and ripped it to shreds. I couldn't bear it.
I grabbed my book and beat a hasty retreat to my dorm room. I grabbed a piece of parchment as soon as I got there and began writing an apology letter to her.
The sun was peaking his head over the horizon, and the rubbish bin was overflowing with cast off attempts when I felt satisfied with the letter I was to send her.
I rolled it up into a tight scroll and popped into animagus form to deliver the scroll to deliver it to my only friend.
Quietly, I knocked at my Hermione's window with my beak.
Anthony glared at me the whole way back.
"Hermione, obviously you feel nothing for me or else you would have defended me from that asshole that you treat as your best friend."
"Anthony, I am sorry for the way Alexander behaved. I have never seen him that way before."
We walked back the rest of the way in silence.
"Hermione, maybe we should see other people," Anthony said, and he left me standing in front of the fat lady's portrait.
Anthony turned to look out the corner of his eye at me.
"Um…I think it would be best if we don't just see other people, but if we just break up for good."
He spun to me with daggers in his eyes.
"You see the truth is that I gave my heart away a while back, and I never got it back. I was hoping that the person that I liked would become jealous if he saw me with you. I am really sorry, Anthony. But it would be best for us to not see each other at all anymore."
"Yes, it would. You are more Slytherin than any I have ever met in my life. Never speak to me again! You used me!" Anthony screamed at me loud enough to be heard by the real Slytherins in the Dungeons. He stalked away from me then.
I turned silently and slipped into the common room.
Alexander stood up to approach me. I raised my hand to still any apology he might have given. There was no need. Slowly I walked up the stairs to my dormitory giving only one small look back.
I collapsed fast asleep on my bed after I changed. I had a dreamless night and awakened to the sound of tapping on my window.
I got up and groaned as my back and neck popped. I looked over to my window. A handsome, stately raven stood there with a note in his beak. I opened the window for him, and he flitted in to land politely on my bed.
I walked over to him and picked up the note that he lay down before him.
I must apologize for my rash behavior yesterday. I pray your forgiveness. I behaved supercilious git yesterday. Surely you know that you are a powerful witch, and you cast a frightening, commanding enchantment over me. You see you have bewitched me from the moment I saw you. I felt myself going mad and played tricks brought on by my desperation to make you see the truth about your boyfriend's falsifications. I couldn't help myself. Your beauty, genius, and kind spirit have me charmed to the point where I can not see straight. If I have caused you any grief, I shall most harshly reproach myself for it. I prostrate myself at your feet importuning your forgiveness. Please, do not be angry with me. I can take anyone being angry with me but you. If you can find it in your heart to forgive me for my transgressions, I would love for you to meet me for breakfast at the top of the Astronomy Tower. There is something in particular that I wish to tell you.
P.S. Please, regardless of your response to my plea, send a reply back with my raven.
I blushed. Alexander wasn't acting like himself. That note was the best apology I had ever received. I re-rolled the note carefully. The raven remained seated on my bed.
I shot a look at the raven before sitting down at my desk. I opened the drawer and snatched a piece of parchment. I reached for my quill and scrawled my response to him.
Nothing would make me happier than to join you for breakfast in the Astronomy Tower. I will be there as soon as I can get ready.
Hermione Jane Granger
I handed the bird the note and he swept out the window silently.
I quickly busied myself preparing for my first time to be alone with Alexander and not be working on a project for school.
I swept into my room and tore her response open. I sighed in relief. She was not angry with me. I ran out of the room performing a quick cleansing spell. I sprinted to the Astronomy Tower as fast as I could.
Quickly, I conjured an intimate round table and a green and gold tablecloth before running full force for the kitchens.
When I arrived, I was instantly surrounded by a host of house-elves. I quickly asked for their assistance.
One elf with enormous green eyes looked up at me and said, "Dobby would be most pleased to help sir woo the brown bushy haired Gryffindor witch." He had an enormous smile on his face as he said this.
"Thank you, Dobby."
"What do Master and his bushy haired mistress wish to have for Breakfast?"
"We would like toast with strawberry jam and bacon with pumpkin juice please in the Astronomy Tower."
"It will be sent up immediately master."
"Thank you," I said to the tiny elf.
He bowed low and whipped around.
I sprinted from the kitchen hastening to the Astronomy Tower. I barely caught my breath when Hermione arrived.
"Alexander," she greeted me warmly. Her hair was pulled up in a beautiful pony tail and she was dressed in her uniform skirt and a sparkly light blue shirt. She walked right up to me and kissed my cheek.
I flushed. "Hermione," I whispered. I stepped to one side quickly and pulled out a chair for her.
She took her seat still smiling at me.
I moved quickly and took my own seat.
"Hermione, are you not angry with me?" I asked.
"Alexander, there is nothing for me to be angry with you for. You only affirmed what I had long suspected. I was due to break up with him. Thank you, for showing me what a liar he is. I knew he was somewhat of a fool, but I knew not of the lies he was capable of."
"Still, I shouldn't have -" I began and it was there that she cut me off with a wave of her hand.
"Enough," she said. "Please do not speak of such things anymore."
I felt ecstatic by the end of the meal. We talked of everything related to school.
"What is it that you wrote of in your letter? You said there was something in particular you wished to discuss, and breakfast seems to be winding down."
"Hermione, I have longed to tell you this for sometime. I ask you not to be angry with me for my deception. It was asked of me by Headmaster Dumbledore."
Hermione leaned forward eagerly to hear what I had to say.
"The truth of the matter is that I am not the nephew of the potions master. I am, in actuality, Severus Snape in his seventeen-year-old body brought forward in time by the son of James Potter, Harry," I began and told her the whole story of how I came to be in her time. "Professor Dumbledore is hard at work with Professor Vector trying to find a way to send me home. They are bound to succeed soon. I know this must be difficult to hear."
I stared at her awaiting reply.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was too fantastic.
"Alexander, that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. If you are joking with me, it is quite without amusement you are greeted."
"Hermione, this is no joke. Not in the least. Surely you must have pondered how I could look so much like him, enough to be the younger version of him that I am. I spoke once to you of a fearful encounter with a werewolf. Remus Lupin, one of the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, is the werewolf with whom I had the encounter. It happed while we were at school together. Sirius Black, a Gryffindor, tricked me into following them into the Whomping Willow. If James had not caught me before I reached the shack, I, too, would be a werewolf."
"Alexander, please, enough with this. It's not funny."
BAM! The door burst open then, and Harry stepped in.
"I need to talk to you," he said pointing a finger at Alexander.