Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Love ❯ Ch.2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

I'm sitting on the Hogwarts express, all alone in a compartment. It's my sixth year and I still haven't gotten anywhere.
I sigh and look out the window, staring at the blurry scenery.
I ended up falling asleep and waking up just in time to change into my robes.

I got soaked when stepping out of the train. I looked up and saw the sky darkened with rain clouds. When would it let up?
I got a carriage all to myself, as if that was a huge shock.
When inside the great hall I looked around and saw it was still the same. The ceiling had floating candles and reflected the weather outside. The four house table still where they were left the year before and at the front the long table for the professors had the apropiette professors seated.
I moved myself to my table and sat down.
The first years were sorted and then Dumbledore gave his speech and we ate.
After eating I went to the Gryfendor tower and to my room. I shared it with three other girls that I never tried to learn the names of.
Inside my trunk was at the bottom of my bed and Hershey's, my tabey cat, lay curled in the middle.
I pushed her to the side so that I could slide in and go to sleep.


In the morning I wake up at 5 O'clock, like usual, and take a shower, brush my teeth and dress in my robes. After all of this I go down to the Great Hall and had a piece of toast for breakfast.
A prefect handed me my schudel.
Looking down at it I was happy to see that I had double potions as my first class. But that happiness was short lived when I scanned my eyes down and saw that Divination was next, but slightly became happy once more when I learned I had double transfiguration next. My last class was Care Of Magical creatures, not such a great class but I would live.
When everyone started to slowly come down for breakfast I left and went outside.
I took my usual seat against a tree that overlooked the lake. I sat there for a while until I realized I should start heading for the dungeons.
While walking through the halls I could hear everyone talking happily and see them embracing each other. Oh how they missed them over the vacation.
Oh please. All of this makes me want to puke. I mean really now you'd think the gits haven't seen each other in years.
When I reached the potions classroom, no one was there. Looking at my watch, that once belonged to an uncle or something, I saw that I was 30 minutes early for the first lesson of the day.
My moods, if they could, dampened.
I would have to wait until I could divulge in the craft of potions.
Sighing, I slide against the dungeons wall and slumped to the cold ground. I wrapped my arms around my legs that were pushed against my chest, leaning my head so that I look like another moody teenager.
"What are you doing here Miss Black?" Came the dark voice of Professor Snape.
"Oh?" Looking up I could see that he was impatiently waiting for an answer. "I came early." Was my stupid reply.
I couldn't see any reflection in his steel eyes that would tell me something about him and gave up the search long before it started. It was a lost cause to try find something. He hid very well. Perhaps I should ask him how he does it. I snort in how redikolous that was.
I had forgotten that Snape was still standing next to me and I turned my head with a faint blush showing on my cheeks.
I hope he doesn't think I'm a freak. . .
"Are you going to sit there all day?" Snape's dry voice questioned.
"No." I sounded slightly offended.
Snape opened his classroom door, an invition that I could come in if I pleased.
Of course I followed in after him. Looking at my watch I had only sat on the floor for ten minutes. Another 20 and I'll, hopefully, be able to brew a difficult potion.
"Professor . . . "
"Yes?"
"Oh, nevermind it's completely useless to ask. Forget I said a thing." I looked down at the floor, ashamed at myself once more.
"You started, so finish. What is it that you were going to ask?" Snape had walked to the front of the classroom.
"Its. . . It's really nothing. I've completely forgotten what it was anyways." I quickly stated.
He raised an eyebrow but didn't prusue it.
I sat at a table that was in the back and closest to the door. Not that I would ever try to make a quick getaway. Oh no, I tried to stay as long as I could in this room.
I didn't know what to do so I decided to watch Snape at his desk going through papers. He held his face in prefected stonieness. His forehead, though, would crease a few times, obiously confused.
"What is it that you want Miss Black?" I jumped slightly in my seat, not expecting for him to talk.
"Nothing sir?"
"Then why is it, tell me, that you continue to stare?" He hadn't looked up from his papers.
"Oh . . . well. . . I don't know sir." How lame could I get?
He picked his head up and stared at me. "If you want to talk . . ." He let his sentence run.
I didn't know what to say. Did I want to talk? I'm not even sure.
"Not at the moment sir."
The rest of the time waiting I spent trying to avoid Snape's gaze. It worked, except for a few times when my eyes wandered over to him and I couldn't look away until Snape coughed into his hand. That was when I would snap back into reality and look away, my blush ever present on my pale face.


During the lesson I made a simple potion and was quite dissapointed in it.
My classes carried on in the same manner as any of the other years. Everything wasn't necessarily easy but I made it look that way. Outside of lessons I continued to isolate myself and hiding away in the library or in the dungeons. No one noticed me and it was ok, I was used to it by now.
But one thing wasn't normal. . .

I woke up early and was greeted by the sun coming up. Something was wrong though. Around my lower area was wet and I never wet the bed.
Pulling the sheets away from me I was greeted by blood.
I panicked like any other person would do.
Quickly getting up out of the bed I changed my bloody clothes and put on pants, a t-shirt and my robe. I ran out of Gryffindor tower and to the dungeons.
I wasn't really sure why I was going there. Snape wouldn't be in his classroom, its Saturday. But still, I burged into his classroom and my eyes scanned it.
He was there, sitting at his desk with a scowl placed on his face, obviously grading papers.
"Professor. . ." My voice was shakey.
"Yes, what is it Black?" He asked somewhat urgently.
"I think I'm dying." He got out of his chair and walked in long strides to me.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm bleeding. . . "
"Let me see."
"Sir, it's not something that is very appropriate for me to show you." I let my gaze carry to the floor and wrapped my arms around myself, too embarrssed to look at him.
"It was you who said you were dying. Now let me see where it is that you are bleeding. Then I will tell you if you are dying." Snape slightly snapped at me.
"Sir, it's my . . . my . . . is bleeding. . . " I couldn't say the words, it was just to akward.
"What is?" Snape was, obviously annoyed.
"My woman parts . . . "
And that must have told him because as I looked up at him, he had a look of pure disbelief.
"Well. . ." He snapped back to his usual emotionless self. "Have you ever heard of a period?" I shook my head 'no'. "Sit down." Taking a seat at one of the desks, Snape proceeded to tell me that a period is where a woman bleeds once a month from her vagina.
"Oh my god." Was all I could say as he finished.
"Yes well. . ." I could tell he was embaressed to have to tell me that because his face was slightly flushed.
"I'm sorry Professor." I mummbled.
"Don't, you did not know."

That was the day that connected me to Professor Snape. It proved that he wasn't this cold, heartless bastard that he was made out to be. Actually, he was a decent man. But I would never tell anyone that.










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