Professor Severus Snape

"I'm Sorry..."

Song is Liberatio by Krypteria. This video makes me cry.
This is a fem!Harry and Snape reader. This is a platonic crossover with The Hobbit, AUJ. Please enjoy! Oh and also, Harry is short for Harriet.
Harry's POV
Things have been pretty crazy lately. I had recently ended up in another world after something went terribly wrong during a bar fight with some rogue Death Eaters. Even though Voldemort was gone, there were always others who wanted to take his place. A handful of them ambushed Ginny and myself at a bar. I don't know how I ended up here, but I needed to get back home. I had yet to find out if Ginny was here too.

I ended up joining a quest that was going on here. At least, for a little while. There were these thirteen dwarves who were trying to get their homeland back from a dragon. Although I desperately wanted to go with them the whole way, I knew that my world needed me. I was only going with them until we got close to Rivendell, where I was told the Elves would be able to help me. I learned that these Elves were quite different than the ones we had at home. Oops. Gave the dwarves quite a laugh though when I told them what they were like at home.

I had decided to tell them about my world, and thankfully they accepted my magic, especially when the other wizard accompanying us, Gandalf the Grey, gave me his stamp of approval. I mostly kept to myself on the journey, barring Fili and Kili, who quite painfully reminded me of Fred and George. I missed those two, especially Fred. George wasn't the same without him. I hoped that was not the fate that awaited these two young brothers. The journey was mostly uneventful, until we ran into some trolls. These also were a little bit different than the ones I have at home. These could actually talk, and you could reason with them somewhat, which was more than what I could have done with that one that Quirrell let in on Halloween my first year at Hogwarts. Although we were captured, what followed would have been quite entertaining in almost any other context. I must say, Bilbo, the Hobbit who was also accompanying us, was smarter than he looked. I also did my best to buy time, using magic as my advantage. I was trying to learn more wandless magic, and had been rather successful. However, it was times like these that I really missed Professor Snape.
Yes, you heard me correctly. I knew that he was rather good at that, and probably would be able to give me some tips. I sighed to myself as I thought of him. I really wish things had ended in a different way. Even before I knew the truth, I couldn't hate him completely. Maybe it was the shock of seeing him die such a cruel and painful death, or maybe it was his last words, but I just couldn't hate him completely, no matter what he had done. Of course, when I saw his memories, I couldn't help but cry. I wished that I hadn't judged him so soon. I had assumed that he was helping Voldemort in my first year, but even after that was disproved he was always in the back of my mind as a possible suspect. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe he would not have gone down that path if my mother had forgiven him for what he said.
I was jerked out of my thoughts by Gandalf appearing and turning the trolls into stone. He had left earlier after an argument with Thorin, the leader of our Company. After we were cut free from our sacks, we began looking for a troll hoard. It wasn't that hard to find, really. You just have to follow the smell. I rolled my eyes as some of the dwarves started burying the gold, making a "long term deposit" according to them. Thorin and Gandlaf found a couple of shiny new swords. I managed to find a pair of small daggers myself. I knew better than to rely strictly on my magic. Although I was capable of some wandless magic, too much drained my energy. Hence my need for a teacher. I strapped them on as Thorin called us out of the cave. We stuck around the cave for a few more minutes. I saw Gandalf giving Bilbo a dagger that was just his size. I frowned to myself. I hoped the gentle creature would never have to use it.
Soon enough, we all got a big scare, courtesy of Radaghast the Brown, another wizard. While he and Gandalf were talking alone, we were soon interrupted by the sound of howling. The sound gave me chills, and not the good kind. Before I knew it, we were running for our lives, while Radaghast distracted the Orc pack that was tracking us. We ran. And ran. And ran. Finally, we went down a hole, which led into a cave. There was a pathway in the cave, and we decided to follow it.
Once we got to the end, my jaw dropped. It was beautiful! The city was melded to the landscape, rather than around it. There were waterfalls, trees, and overall a peaceful presence. Once Gandalf identified the city, I felt a small sadness, as I knew this was probably where my part in their story was over.
After a bit of arguing, Gandalf persuaded Thorin to let them all stay there. I had unfortunately been unable to help them with their map, although I tried several spells. Gandalf assured me that the reason for this was likely that a different kind of magic was used on the map, and my magic would not be able to counter it. We all trailed down the path onto a narrow bridge. From there we arrived at a circular courtyard. There was no sign of anyone else for a moment, until we heard a voice call out one of Gandalf's many names.
Gandalf greeted the approaching Elf, and they had a short conversation. That was interrupted by the sound of horns. Thorin yelled out a command in Khuzdul, and Bilbo and I were immediately shoved to the middle as the approaching horsemen surrounded us at a gallop. The horses slowed as they circled us, until they stopped. One of them called to Gandalf as he dismounted. They had a conversation in a strange language.
As they were talking, I took the time to examine the Elves present. I immediately noticed that they were nothing like house Elves. These Elves were very majestic and ethereal looking. I had never seen anything like them. We were all invited for dinner, which I was very grateful for. I was starving. Gandalf, meanwhile, had also spoken of my predicament. Elrond seemed surprised, but not quite in the way that I expected.
"Another world, you say?" he asked me.
"One filled with wizards and witches and other magical creatures? And a school that teaches magic, called Hogwarts perhaps?"

My jaw dropped at the last thing he said.

"Hogwarts? How would you know about that?" I said in surprise. Lord Elrond smiled at me.

"A few weeks ago, another appeared near here. He used to work at Hogwarts you see, and was also more recently the Headmaster. He claims to have died before he came here," he told me.

I smiled. There were only two people who fit that profile. Dumbledore and Snape. I highly doubted it was Dumbledore, considering my vision that I had after Voldemort killed me in the Forbidden Forest a few years ago. So that means...
I stopped and looked straight at him.

"Is he tall, a bit pale, and wears all black? Does he have a deep, silky voice? Are his hair and eyes also black?" I asked him. Lord Elrond stared at me.

"I assume you have met then? For that is his very description," he said.

I smiled.

"He used to be my teacher, and he died to save the wizarding world. I owe him my life. He is, to this day, the bravest man I've ever known." I paused for a moment.

"May I see him please?" I asked. Lord Elrond smiled at me.

"Perhaps after we eat. He is currently resting at the moment. He spent a lot of energy and magic healing a fatally wounded Elf, who will make a full recovery thanks to him."

I smiled and nodded. Thorin took that moment to inquire what we were talking about. I slowly turned to him.

"You remember me telling you of my world, correct? Well, the man who we were speaking of, Severus Snape, was a teacher of mine. Even though we did not get along, I held a certain level of respect for him, until he killed the previous Headmaster. I thought he had betrayed us, and was so angry. It wasn't until after he was murdered that I found out that he was playing double almost the whole time. I owe him so much," I explained.
Thorin gave an approving nod. After dinner, which turned into a disaster as the other dwarves decided to throw around food while dancing and singing on the tables, Lord Elrond took me to see the professor. I was a little nervous. The last time I had seen him, he was bleeding out on the floor, while I pressed my hand to the wound to try and help. Then he died after giving me his memories. Elrond came to a door, and knocked. A voice answered that was so familiar it made me want to cry.
"If this is another attempt to get me to let you use your magic to help me then forget it!" the voice said.
I gave Lord Elrond a questioning look, but he shook his head.
"On the contrary, Master Snape. You have a visitor," Lord Elrond said, cracking open the door.

I peeked in slowly as the voice replied, and my heart stopped. I heard the voice give a scoff.

"And who, pray tell, would visit me?" the man asked, finally turning around.

Lord Elrond moved, and I stepped into the doorway. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He looked exactly the same! The same cloak and everything! The professor froze when he saw me.

"Leave us," he said, without looking at Lord Elrond, who vanished without a word. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I ran the distance between us, and threw my arms around him and buried my face in his shoulder. I was a wee bit surprised when he slowly hugged me back. I could feel the tears running down my cheeks, and I sniffled as I hugged him.
"I-I'm s-so sorry!" I sobbed out. Professor Snape sighed and held me tighter, and I felt him go to sit down on the bed.
"No," he said softly. "I am sorry. I should not have treated you the way I did. I should have looked past what I saw of your father and hated, and focused on what made you so like your mother."
I shook my head, still holding him tightly.
"It wasn't your fault. I shouldn't have judged you so quickly." I said.
I slowly released him and perched myself next to him on the bed.
"I was, maybe hoping, we could start over?" I asked him slowly. He looked at me in serious consideration. I turned towards him more and held out my hand.
"Hi, my name is Harriet Potter, but you can call me Harry," I introduced.
Severus Snape stared at my hand for a long minute, and then he slowly took my hand and shook it.
"My name is Severus Snape, but you can call me Severus," he said with a ghost of a real smile.
I smiled back at him.
"I heard from several reliable sources that you have an aptitude for wandless magic. If you are willing to teach me, I would be willing to learn," I said.
The ghost of a smile on Severus' face solidified into a real one.
"Wandless magic you say?" he mused. "Perhaps something can be arranged..."
I think this accident was one of the best things that ever happened to me.
So then, that's the first one for you! I hope y'all enjoy it!
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