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Caught Amongst the Damned	By : waterbender Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 3360 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don’t own it u.u; Nor do I own the bits in italics [that aren’t used to
emphasize words], all of those came from characters out of The Half Blood Prince and
were written by JKR

Author’s Note: Okay...this would have been out last night...but x.x it didn’t
post...and I’m not sure why...thank you Vampire, Slouchy and Katie! ^_^ you three have
made my day (Vampire-I was ecstatic when I saw that I had received my first review!
Thank you so much! ^_^) anyway...I don’t know if I’m completely pleased with this
chapter or not, but here it is, for better or worse

Chapter Two:

      Hermione sat at her desk, staring down at the papers that laid there. She had
been attempting to organize her class notes and had done a good job, until she reached
her notes for potions. She stared down at the potions they had done in their first
year and almost glared, not thinking about the potions and hardly seeing what she
wrote. She had trusted that slimy bastard of a teacher, she had fought in his name
whenever someone suspected ill of him! Somehow, as she fought tears of frustration and
anger, she felt that he had betrayed her.

      But that was stupid...he hadn’t asked for her support and would have only cut
her down if he knew she had defended him for so long. Only once did she really suspect
him of anything and that was in her first year...when she thought he had cursed Harry.
But he hadn’t, had he? He hadn’t cursed Harry at all, he had saved him... Through her
anger at him (or maybe because of it), she couldn’t help but wonder if there was more
than reached the surface.

      The voice of Hermione’s mother rang up the stairs, calling the girl for dinner.
With one last, almost contemplating, glare at her notes she rose from her desk and
walked to join her parents at the dining room table.

      Though the meal was excellent, Hermione hardly took notice to it. Her parents
were chatting, but it was only white noise as she bored over her former
professor...how could he have turned out to be bad? He wasn’t exactly...well, perhaps
her was a bit evil, but everyone had a bad side. Did that then mean that Professor
Snape had a good side? She snorted at the thought, then nearly howled in pain when she
felt water in her nose.

      “Hermione!” her father cried in concern.

      “Are you all right?” her mother asked.

      Hermione nodded, her eyes watering as she held her nose. She made a mental note
to watch when she snickered and said, “yeah, I’m okay. I was just thinking.”

      “You’ve been awful quiet this past week, dear,” her mother said as she laid her
fork on her plate.

      “I’m sorry, I’ve just been thinking a lot,” Hermione told them.

      “About anything important?” her father asked seriously, perhaps sensing the
truth.

      “Well...” Hermione had refrained from telling her parents a lot about what had
been happening in the wizarding world. As her parents really were just muggles, they
didn’t quite grasp everything and with that being said, they didn’t really need to
know every terrifying detail. “Yes... But I’ve got a lot more to think about before I
can justly explain...”

      “Does it have anything to do with this Voldemort fellow?” Hermione’s mom asked
quietly as if she too were beginning to fear his very name.

      Hermione almost smiled at what her mother referred to him as. ‘This Voldemort
fellow’...really, ignorance really is bliss...

      “Yes,” Hermione answered, laying her fork down in imitation of her mother,
though her own plate was hardly touched. She chewed her tongue for a moment, wondering
if she should discuss the situation further, but decided against it. She needed time
to sort it all out in her head first. “May I be excused?”

      Her mother nodded silently and Hermione got up, taking her plate to the kitchen
and putting it in the fridge before going back up to her room. After closing her door
with a soft click she walked back to her desk, this time pulling out the chair and
leaning back in it so it only stood on two legs.

      As she rocked her chair ever so slightly and stared up at the ceiling, she let
her mind wander back over the past few weeks, as she did so often. She had finally
reached a point where she could think back to Professor Dumbledore’s funeral and not
cry, though her stomach clenched within her still. She could still hear the tiny
wizard’s speech, ever so clearly could she hear the mourning song of the merfolk from
the lake, she could remember the arching arrows of the centaurs and barely, ever so
faintly, could she still hear Fawkes...only now there was nothing calming about
it...his song was just a memory. What stood out most in her mind though, were the
white flames that had created his tomb...

      Closing her eyes, Hermione allowed her memory to flow steadily back, until they
were in the hospital wing, discussing what had happened during the battle. She could
almost see Bill laying in the bed, bloody and slashed, she could hear Mrs. Weasley
crying...she could hear everything this time...she thought, and there was sound given
to these memories, where action was very little...Harry had proclaimed that Snape
killed Dumbledore...there was crying and then the song of the phoenix... Then...then
Professor McGonagall showed up...

      “Snape...we all wondered...but he trusted...always...Snape...I can’t believe
it...”

      “He always hinted that he had an ironclad reason for trusting Snape...”

      “...but Dumbledore told me explicitly that Snape’s repentance was absolutely
genuine...”

      Harry’s voice suddenly echoed in her mind. Hermione tightened her already closed
eyes. “Snape passed Voldemort the information that made Voldemort hunt down my mum and
dad. Then Snape told Dumbledore he hadn’t realized what he was doing, he was really
sorry he’d done it, sorry that they were dead.”

      Hermione opened her eyes again, if only to the bitterness that resounded in her
head.

      “He shouted, ‘It’s over.’ He’d done what he’d meant to do.”

      What he’d meant to do... Hermione took a deep breath and stared up at the
ceiling. Hagrid’s voice suddenly came to her...

      “I jus’ heard Snape sayin’ Dumbledore took too much fer granted an’ maybe he -
Snape - didn’ wan’ ter do it anymore... It sounded like Snape was feelin’ a bit
overworked, tha’s all. Dumbledore told him flat out he’d agreed to do it an’ that was
all there was to it.”

      He’d agreed to do it...he’d agreed to do what...? He’d...he’d been helping
Malfoy...he’d made an Unbreakable Vow to Malfoy’s mother to protect him...to protect
him....Malfoy had been charged (...charged? More like threatened) to kill Professor
Dumbledore...but...there was something, something that just wasn’t...

      Hermione sat up straight, quickly grabbing the edge of her desk as her chair
came to rest rather abruptly on all fours. She needed to get the missing pieces.

      Almost hastily she rummaged through the drawers of her desk until she found a
tiny notebook. She flipped it open and through the pages, then, when she had found the
page she was looking for, she muttered a number to herself and snapped it shut.
Casting the notebook on her desk she left her room and almost bounded down the stairs,
narrowly avoiding the tail of her ginger cat.

      Picking up the phone in the kitchen, Hermione hastily dialed the number. After
three rings someone answered.

      “Vernon Dursley speaking.”
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