In The Name Of Love || Hermione Granger

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| THE EXIT by Conan Gray |
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"Detention, Miss Black," Snape snapped during one of their private lessons. His greasy hair fell on his pale skin, and his eyes harshly stared at Amelia, whose forehead was covered in cold sweat. "No Hogsmeade for you."

"Please, Professor," Amelia cried, knackered after having had him inside her mind for over an hour, "I'm really trying to be better, but -"

He slammed hard his hand on the desk, making the young girl jump on her seat, frightened. "But nothing!" He yelled. "We have been having lessons for more than two months, and you haven't made any progress!"

Amelia had tears streaming down her face, looking desperate, and yet, Snape looked impassive, almost annoyed of having to deal with her. "Maybe I'm not good enough," she complained. "Maybe it's better if you told Professor Dumbledore that I can't learn it cause it's pretty clear we aren't going anywhere."

"I won't say anything, Miss Black," the older man roared, his eyes glistening with fury. "The Headmaster gave me precise instructions, and I won't disobey to them just because of a stupid, snotty kid. Understood?"

"B-but, Professor -"

"Stop crying, Miss Black!" Snape growled, pointing his long finger against her. "A Black doesn't cry. Didn't your uncle teach you anything at all?"

The poor girl nodded while miserably failing at restraining herself from letting go of all the tears she had left. It was funny to think that she had lost the count of how many times she had cried in her life, but she clearly remembered the very few times she was truly happy. Her cheeks had been wet so many times that it was a luck that they hadn't consumed yet.

"Keep doing your exercises, blank your mind, and you'll see that you will manage Occlumency better than anyone else," Snape said in a much rather soft voice, probably pitying the young girl sitting in front of him.

She wasn't a big girl, but now her little figure seemed even smaller than usual, a slip of a girl. The Head of Slytherin had digged into the younger girl's mind, bringing painful memories to the surface when they should have stayed far from Amelia. By the broken look on her face, Snape was afraid she wasn't going to be able to fulfil her duty. Ahead of her, there wasn't an easy path. He knew that, but maybe the girl wouldn't be enough to succeed in her mission. What was worse was that she had no clue of what awaited her, and, even though on one side it was better this way cause she was still too young to understand it, on the other he felt sorry for her because once she would be aware of the hell she would have to go through, she probably would think that dying wasn't that bad after all.

"I'll see you next week, Miss Black," he dismissed her, standing up from his throne, turning around to return to work on his potions.

Amelia didn't look back as she stood up from her torture chair, running out of the professor's office. Silent tears flew down her face while she slowly climbed the stairs to head towards the Great Hall to meet up with Harry.

As soon as she reached the Great Hall, Amelia completely broke down, falling to the ground helpless. She wrapped her arms around her legs, bringing them close to her chest and hiding her face between them.

It all felt too much for Amelia. The weight on her shoulders was progressively becoming unbearable, and the only thing that could make her feel better would be feeling the warmth that only a parent was able to give... but unfortunately, that wasn't possible for her.

Snape hadn't confirmed it, but she knew he as well was of the idea that she wasn't good enough, and it hurt her more than it should.

"Little Amy?" She recognised Draco's voice softly calling for her.