Love Twist With A Teacher: Book 1(HP/Severus Snape Fanfic ReUpload{CURRENT EDIT}

Chapter 17: Pondering, Gift, Hard Decision Making

~ Miranda's POV ~

After what seemed like ages, Fred, George, Neville, Harry, and Ron seemed to cheer up me and Hermione.

We seemed to forget about our dad being close to death for a while, only because they brought us ice cream and stayed by us to chat casually. If anything, the man was technically my stepdad, but still. I always thought of him as my father since he adopted me. Who was who didn't matter as long as I was loved and cared for. He had Hermione, his muggle-born daughter, yet somehow, he grew to love me as another daughter raised since birth. He and Mum didn't have to adopt me, but they did; they also didn't feel comfortable leaving me abandoned somewhere. At the same time, my birth parents died protecting me when I was little. I can never forget my parents, but I guess it's because I'm a muggle-born like Hermione. Because of this being a part of me, it's how Hermione's parents and my parents knew each other. It pains me to say this, but I barely even remember my parents. But it's because of Hermione's parents that they tell stories of when they knew them.

That's how I keep memories of them alive since I was six years old when they were killed. I only remember so much, but Hermione's parents since then would tell me little stories of the time they knew them. Not to mention that Mum said this past summer that I'm starting to look like my birth mother. I think it's intriguing how similar me and Hermione can be in some aspects. In the end, I only have certain memories of my birth parents, but obviously, one of them is of the day Voldemort killed them. I remember their faces when he shot them with his wand. They said their goodbyes by hugging me tightly and kissing my forehead lightly before he shot them. My mother shielded me from Voldemort, and my father shielded both me and my mother. In a way, it was like Harry's mother, Lily, because she shielded Harry to protect him purely from Voldemort---she did it because she loved her son and did it out of love.

Both of my birth parents somehow knew Voldemort was a bad, evil man and shielded me from him to protect me---acted out on the power of love. I still don't understand how they were involved with him or why. I remember both of them saying something after they let me go from hugging. I understood every word they told me softly. They said in unison, "Remember to be strong and always remember who you are. When you turn eleven, you'll receive a letter to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Don't ever give up no matter what, and fight for the ones you love. If you find true love one day, keep it and hold on to it dearly. If you don't, you will lose something special and a chance of a lifetime. You are and will grow up to be a beautiful, smart, funny, brave girl with a clever heart. Don't ever forget us, and always remember that we love you with all our heart, Miranda Leann Parker."

I sighed deeply, coming out of my most inner thoughts as Hermione and I were saying goodbye to our friends for now, knowing we needed some time alone. I miss my parents and wish they were alive to see me now as a young witch. Anyway, as Harry was hugging me tightly, I noticed that he glanced at me with concern as I let go. I could tell exactly what he was thinking, and he was worried. I'm not sure if it was the cause of the present situation or what we talked about earlier. I smiled for reassurance, "Don't worry about us, Harry, we'll be all right. We need a bit of time to ourselves, is all." He nodded his head as he turned to leave and looked puzzled for a moment, "By the way, Miranda, there's something for you and Hermione lying here in the doorway." Hermione and I walked to the doorway as we looked down to see some chocolate in a box, two red roses, and a note. After Harry left, I picked them up as Hermione and I went up to sit back on our bed.

I picked up the note and read it out loud as I immediately recognized the handwriting.

Dear Ms. Parker and Ms. Granger,

I am deeply sorry for the news of your father and stepfather, as I witnessed it in the hallway earlier. I know this is surprising coming from me. With me being the man I am, there is a good, soft, caring side. People just judge me, and I respect what they say and what you both say along with how they think---I know how I act, but Miranda, you know the good, soft, caring, loving side of me. I'm simply showing that I care. I know you think I hate you, Ms. Granger, but I also respect you for who you are as a muggle-born. As a teacher, I'm concerned for you both as I saw you and Miranda hugging each other; I then knew how close you two must be from growing up. The chocolate and roses are a gift to you two to show how sorry I am, caring, faith, and hope. I hope you two will be okay.