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Redemption	By : triz Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 11489 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13

It was dreary and cold down in the dungeons. The only thing that kept things warm in Severus's chambers were the huge fireplaces he had in his living and bedroom.

Behind his study table, at the edge of his bedroom, there he sat. in his hand, he was holding a glass of fire whiskey while its bottle was on the table in front of him. Earlier he had done some mind exercises. Now he was done with those exercises and dreading tomorrow. There was really no other viable option. He had to perform Legilimens on Hermione.

"Severus," a very familiar voice called from behind.

Severus knew that voice all too well, and immediately spun his chair around, only to see the ghost of his mentor sitting on his bed. "Albus?" he managed to say.

"Hello, Severus my boy," Albus said solemnly. His voice matched the expression on his face. "I suppose it would be useless to ask how things are—"

"How could you?" Severus growled angrily. "How could you allow Granger to go in so deep, when I could've done the work?"

"She approached me, Severus," Albus explained. "She offered and I took it. If I had known that things would've gotten so bad, then I wouldn't have."

"Then why only show up now and tell us? Granger could've been saved from Azkaban!" Severus roared as he stood up from his seat, then kicking it down to the floor.

"I couldn't just show up. I too was bound by the Unbreakable Vow. Only the discovery of the letter could break the vow. It was just discovered too late."

"You have no idea the guilt it's putting Minerva in."

"I see it," Albus informed Severus. "I also see it in you."

"Then why, Albus? Why dammit? I could've done it all! I could've killed you if you wanted!"

"And that would've destroyed you!" Albus countered back.

Severus stood still in his tracks. Albus was correct, it would've destroyed him. He may have seemed strong and all in front of everyone, but like anyone, he did have his limits. Not only was Albus his mentor, but the closest thing he ever had to a father figure, and killing him was something that he would ever be able to do. "Then my next question is for Granger. Why? Why did she approach you and agree to do such acts?"

"Miss Granger, are you sure with your decision?" Albus asked Hermione, looking at her, over his half moon spectacles. She was seated across his desk, and surprisingly, she didn't look nervous at all. She was very headstrong—very Gryffindor.

"Yes, sir, I am," Hermione replied firmly.

Albus stood up from his chair, and walked to the side of his office, and opened a small cupboard, reaching for two glasses and a bottle of fire whiskey. "During such serious conversations, I prefer to drink some alcohol. Makes me feel somewhat relaxed. Would you like some?"

"I wouldn't mind some, sir," Hermione replied. She knew what he was talking about, and she too needed to feel relaxed. She thankfully got her serving of fire whiskey and took a sip of it. The burn down her throat felt unpleasant. Honestly, she was the beer type, preferring something cold. But for now, any drinkable alcohol sufficed.

"Not a lot of people know that despite him talking about blood purity and all, he is actually a half-blood." Albus started. "Honestly, I think that getting in Riddle's circle won't be much of a problem for you. You are the brightest witch of your age. He will be pleased to see someone like you wanting to join his ranks. The more people and power that joins him, the better."

"My thoughts exactly, but I also thought that he might torture and make me do things to earn his loyalty?" Hermione questioned.

"I don't think that he'll torture you like he does his death eaters. From what Severus tells me as punishments and tortures, he casts the Crutiatus curse to his male death eaters. He's different with Bella, giving her harder tasks. But I have a feeling he'll give you tasks much harder than anyone, as you have to prove yourself to him more than anyone else has."

"I understand, sir."

"Hermione…" Albus started with uneasiness. "I just hope that you also understand that when the time comes when you join Riddle's ranks, and Draco can't perform the task of killing me, he'll most probably appoint you to do it."

"I've thought about that, and yes I understand," Hermione said with the same uneasiness.

"We'll delve into it some more when the time comes," Albus said. He then raised his glass up for a toast. "To you becoming a double spy, and to us winning the war."

"Merlin save us," Hermione said in return as she too raised her glass.

Once Severus left his office, slamming the door behind him, Albus went towards the fireplace, opening the floo network for Hermione to arrive. "He just told me the news, very unhappy about it," he told her.

"That was part of the plan wasn't it, to make it into the ranks?" Hermione said as she dusted the soot off her death eater robes.

"But I never expected you to rise above Lucius Malfoy, becoming Riddle's right hand man—rather woman." Albus then made his way towards the cupboard of fire whiskey. Drinking socially had become a regular thing between him and Hermione when she would come and tell him some news.

Hermione made her way towards the lounger, as she quickly gulped down the contents of her glass. "So what have I been missing from school?" she asked.

Ever since she had become a death eater, it was known to everyone, spreading like wildfire. Obviously since no one else knew that she was actually a double spy, people complained about it. Many students were in an uproar especially Ron and Harry, and for such reasons, Albus thought it best that she leave school altogether, and just focus on becoming a double spy.

"Not much," the Headmaster answered. "Everyone's been focusing on the war, and little studying is done. But why should you worry? You are way ahead of your peers when it comes to your studies. No doubt if you take your NEWTS or OWLS you'll pass with flying colors, and you'll be qualified for graduation."

"I guess I just miss everyone that's all," Hermione mumbled. She then accio'd the fire whiskey bottle, pouring herself another glass.

Albus frowned at Hermione's actions. She never drank so much when they would talk, and with her gulping down her first glass earlier, he knew that something was wrong. "Severus wasn't so happy earlier, telling me news that you became the highest death eater amongst everyone. For the both of us though, that should be good news. But by looking at you, things tell me otherwise."

"Riddle talked to me alone after everyone else left," Hermione started. "He told me he was a little disappointed with Draco's performance so far. You were right, now he's asked me to fulfill his task." She turned to face Albus with a very straight and serious face. "Now it's my task to kill you."

Albus nodded and sighed as he sat himself down on the lounger at Hermione's side. "The subject almost came up when I was speaking to Severus earlier. I was thinking I might ask him since I don't want Draco to go to jail. But I thought to hold it off until I finalized things with you. If you aren't up for it, I could ask Severus to—"

"No," Hermione interrupted. "With all due respect, he can't do the task, Headmaster. I've seen the way he looks like when he thinks that no one's watching."

"You see his burden, you see his pain," Albus said. It wasn't a question.

"He's been through a lot—too much," she told him.

"I guess you can blame me for that," Albus told Hermione.

"I just want to help as much as I can. Ease his burden and win the war," Hermione said distantly. She then looked at Albus and continued. "I can fulfill the task, any task that Riddle tells me to do. I promise you that, Headmaster."

Albus looked down at the young witch in front of him. She continued to surprise him more and more, seeing himself in her. She was smart beyond her years, and very mature. But he could also see something else in her eyes, but he wasn't so sure. "Hermione, I know you're doing what you're doing to win the war. You obviously also want to ease Professor Snape's burden. Not everyone would do such a thing for him, and sacrifice so much."

"He already has sacrificed so much."

"But there's more of a reason isn't there."

Hermione turned away from Albus for a moment. She debated to herself whether to tell him the entire truth. When she decided to finally tell him her reason, she turned towards him again, looking at him with sorrowful eyes. "I think I love him…"

"She loves you…"

Albus' last words echoed in Severus' ears, as he was left alone, sitting back in his desk chair. For weeks, he questioned himself, and tried to question Hermione why she did what she did. Now, he finally knew the answer. It was all because of him, and for him. It wasn't the answer he expected at all. Then another question suddenly came to mind.

Did her old feelings exist somewhere within her or were they past tense?

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