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The New Life	By : lilith395 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14590 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: I wish to stress the point once more that what I used as 'fact' about the folklore used in this story I got from Wikipedia, and everything else is creative freedom. I'd rather not have any of you freaking out at me for getting my folklore wrong. I know. Thank you:P Well, this is the next installment, and I'll see if I am able to upload another one later today, but I'm not entirely sure... Enjoy this one though^^

The Bake-Neko

I don’t remember her going to bed last night. I assume I had already fallen asleep. It would explain why she is still asleep as I enter the cabin after spending the last hour and a half restocking the firewood in the shed. I decide to let her sleep a little while longer, before we have to move on to Japan. I settle for brewing some more tea and making us some breakfast. Well, her breakfast. For me, it’s lunch.

The smell of French toast seems to have woken her. I notice her sitting up in bed, the covers drawn up around her as a security blanket, watching me cook. Again I am baffled about why me cooking is so interesting. And again, I can’t seem to bring myself to care.

“Food” I tell her while setting the plates on the table. “and tea” I nod at the two mugs and wandlessly heat them with a simple spell. I settle myself into one of the chairs and dig into my food. Halfway done, I notice she has yet to join me.

I look up, and she is still sitting in the bed, staring at me. I raise an eyebrow.

“What?”

She starts, as though she was miles away inside of her own head.

“Nothing” she stammers and gets herself out of bed to get dressed. I notice she’s wearing some sort of ankle-length underwear, and a t-shirt in the same ghastly grayish color. I snort into my tea. She seems to be shy. How… sweet. I chuckle as I realize what I’m actually thinking. That girl is anything but sweet.

And, that girl is staring at me, having frozen in the process of pulling on her jeans. Again, I have no idea why.

“Stop staring at me and finish dressing yourself. You have to eat, we have a lot of travelling to do today.”

I finish my lunch and go back outside. Usually I spend several days near this place when I’m travelling. I love it here. I can’t help but shake the feeling I’m supposed to show her around. It is, after all, somewhat of a second home to me. However, I can’t fathom why she would have to see it.

It’s late afternoon when we arrive in the small village where we will be staying the next night. Granger has no idea who, or rather what, we will be staying with and I plan to keep it that way. There’s no telling what she’ll do. She’s a bit out of it if you ask me. Her behavior is odd to say the least, though I couldn’t really care what it was about. Something pre-menstrual most likely. She has yet to speak to me since lunch. Ah well, I can’t say I miss her constant yammering.

I lead her through the small town, at least, I trust she is still behind me. A quick glance over my shoulder confirms it. Her mouth slightly open, her eyes darting from one building to another, she looks like she did all those years ago, when she first stepped into the Great Hall. Oh yes, I remember. I remember every student from every year that I have taught. However, some names might get a little fuzzy as the years pass, but I always remember their faces. And the next face I’m about to see is one of them.

I knock on a tiny wooden door in a tiny wooden home. It’s always hell on my back to stay here longer than the necessary night, and I rarely do. I have to go around bending over for fear of hitting my head on the blasted ceiling. Granger should have no problem with it, her coming up to several inches below my chin. She should feel right at home.

The door creaks open and I call out my name before entering. With a little wave I encourage Granger to follow. The sitting room still looks like a smaller version of my old chambers at Hogwarts, it always has, and probably always will. Behind me, I hear Granger gasp and know she has noticed as well. Either that, or she hit her head on one of the lower hanging beams.

A small female figure is hunched in the corner of the room, as she always is. I reach out behind me to grasp Granger’s arm and pull her into the small space in front of me.

“Melissa” I whisper. The figure hisses at the sound of my voice and I feel Granger’s body stiffen under my touch. I tighten my hold on her arm as a warning, and she remains perfectly still. At least she learns quickly.

“This is Professor Granger. She is mine.” It’s all I need to say, the small woman understands. However, by the look on Granger’s face as she peers up at me, I gather she doesn’t. I shake my head, this is neither the time or the place to explain. I push her gently towards the stairs as I once again face Melissa. “She will be upstairs.”

Melissa nods and I proceed to herd the stunned young woman up the stairs and into the room I usually use when I am here. It might rob me of a safe place to sleep for the night, but at least I know I can handle myself. I am not so sure of Granger though.

The moment I close the door behind me she turns on me.

“What’s…?” she begins but I shush her.

“Not now” I whisper back.

“But what did…” I hear the hiss from downstairs. Crap. I quickly shut her up by shoving my hand over her mouth. Her eyes blaze at me but it doesn’t matter.

“I said not now, Granger. Stay here and don’t come out until I come to get you. And please, just please don’t speak.”

With that, I leave her for the night. I have work to do.

Dawn finds us standing outside in the harsh light of the rising sun. It’s quite a walk to the other side of the village and I would rather not wake the entire town with the crack of apparition. We move quietly through the streets, but as soon as the town starts giving way to the open fields behind it, Granger finds her voice and starts questioning me.

“What the hell was that?” Yes, that’s a good line to open with. Daft girl.

“What was what?” I mumble, silently counting my paces before turning left into an open field.

“That” She points back at the village. “Why did you lock me in a room all night? Why wasn’t I allowed to speak? Why did you not even introduce me to that woman in there? And most importantly, why in hell did you refer to me as yours?”

I wince inwardly at her tone. I might not care too much about this girl, but hearing the disgust plainly in her voice does not do me any good. I stop counting my paces and turn around. The girl slams into my chest with quite a bit of force, and I realize I was walking fast enough for her to have to jog to keep up with me. I grasp her shoulders to move her back a bit before I delve into one of my numerous pockets to show her a small plastic bag. She scrunches up her face in disgust at the sight of the clipped toenails.

“These, Miss Granger, are the nails of a Bake-Neko. Do you have any idea what that is?”

I hold up a hand to stop her from reciting some silly text to me and decide it was foolish of me to ask.

“Of course you do. Now, I assume you are familiar with their ability to shape-shift? Just…” I raise my hand again. “nod.”

She nods. I wave my hand back in the direction of the village. “I give you, Melissa.”

She glances over her shoulder as if she can see all the way back into the house, and her eyes grow wide.

“But don’t they…?” I sigh. “Yes, they do.”

“And shouldn’t we..?”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. The woman is giving me a headache. I turn back and resume my counting. “No”

“But…” That’s it. I’ve had it. Just had it. Something snaps inside of me and I once again turn around to face her, shooting her a murderous glare in the process.

“Shut up.” My voice is laced with venom, and I am surprised I still have it in me. I haven’t used this voice in quite some time. Not since this woman and her annoying little buddies left my classroom.

“Is it too much to ask for you to keep your trap shut for just a few minutes? This is neither the time nor the place to discuss anything close to magical and I would like to be able to think while I get us somewhere safe. Which means you shall do exactly what I say and when I say it. If I tell you to jump, you jump, if I tell you to run, you run and if I tell you to shut up, you will shut. the fuck. up. Do I make myself clear?”

I glare into her angry eyes from mere inches away, and I find myself a little closer to her than I should’ve been. I did not even notice moving my face down to hers. She nods at me, and breathes out one word. “Crystal”

I throw my hands up into the air with an exasperated sigh. Yell at her to shut up, and she answers. Honestly. Women.

I turn back to the path I was making and realize I have lost count. Damn it. Damn it all to hell. Day three, and I am already on the verge of strangling the insufferable brat.

I stalk across the fields for half an hour before I feel we are far enough from the village to apparate. Taking her arm in an iron grip, we leave Japan behind.

A/N: thank you for reading, please let me know what you think^^
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