A Drop in the Ocean | By : AndreaLorraine Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 3498 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“We’re
getting too big for us all to fit under this cloak,” Ron whined. He was quite smushed
between Harry and Hermione.
“Come off it, Ron,” Hermione said, elbowing him. “Next time I’ll be in the middle. We’re almost there anyway.”
“Shhh,” Harry interrupted,
giving both of them a look. They slipped
through the half-open door of the infirmary in single-file, moving very slowly
so as not to trip and reveal themselves. A candle burned at the very end of the row of
beds. They settled themselves directly
across from the curtained cubicle and strained to hear the hurried whispers
that punctuated the silent room.
The first voice was definitely the woman’s. She spoke quickly, the words flowing together
without pause. Certain syllables were
stressed harshly, and they could tell that she was angry.
It took another minute of trying to decipher what she was
saying for them to realize that they couldn’t understand.
“They’re not speaking English!” Ron whispered. “No fair!”
The second voice cut in.
It was definitely Snape – there was no mistaking his voice, no matter
what language he was speaking. His tone
was calmer than hers, but no less acidic.
“What language do you reckon that is, Hermione?” Harry
asked.
She frowned, concentrating on it for a few more moments.
“I think it’s Russian, or some type of Slavic language.”
“And do you know any of it?” Ron asked.
“Not really.”
“Wow, we’ve found something she doesn’t know!” Ron mused.
“Niet!” the woman said
suddenly, her voice rising. She
continued on another tirade, gradually quieting until they could barely hear
her pitched whispers once again.
“It sounds like they’re having a fight,” Ron observed.
“Well this is useless…we can’t understand a word they’re
saying. We should go before we get
caught. Snape has a nasty habit of
knowing when we’re out like this,” Harry sighed.
“I think he’s otherwise occupied,” Hermione said. “You saw that look on his face, didn’t you?”
Harry and Ron nodded.
“We need to find out who this girl is,” Harry said. “And why the Dementors
were after her.”
“Maybe you should just ask Dumbledore or McGonagall
tomorrow,” Ron suggested. “Because we certainly aren’t going to learn anything here.”
“I’m sure there’s a spell to make you understand other
languages,” Hermione said, her eyes already taking on the glazed appearance
they always got when she was formulating an idea. Particularly one that
involved the library.
“Let’s go,” Harry said, nudging the two of them forward.
“Wait…” Ron whispered.
“Did she just say Karkaroff?”
They all froze, listening intently. It sounded something like this to their ears:
“Bla bla
bla blablabla blaaaa bla Voldemort
blalala blaaa…”
“I don’t know if she said Karkaroff but she definitely
just said something about Voldemort,” Harry said.
“Library!” Hermione whispered
fervently. “If we’re quick enough they
might still be talking when we get back!”
They were almost to the door when another person brushed
into the room, and they narrowly managed to avoid him. He did cast them a look, though, one that
could only be described as loving disapproval.
“How does he see through this thing?” Ron asked.
“I don’t know, but he’s letting us stay!” Harry replied,
tugging the three of them back towards the bed in the corner.
“Albus,” the woman’s voice rose, “I am so sorry to have
disturbed you and the students during the Feast.”
“Nonsense, Selena.
If disturbing us means saving your life, disturb all you want.”
“I hope I didn’t scare anyone,” she said with a sigh.
“The children are used to strange happenings here,”
Dumbledore said, a chuckle in his words.
“I think the only ones you really scared were myself
and Severus, perhaps Minerva.”
“I can’t believe I got hysterical like that. But those Dementors…I
swear, Albus, I thought my life was over.”
“Your fear is quite justified, my dear. Although I must ask, why were they after
you?”
“I have no idea!” she exclaimed. “I was telling Severus…”
“Here it comes,” Harry whispered.
“…I was driving to the border. Stupid, I know, but I like my car, and I
didn’t see the harm in it. When I got
there I was going to leave it with a friend and apparate
to just outside the school grounds. So I
was about halfway to the border when I stopped for gas. I was about to pull out when Karkaroff
popped up and killed the gas station attendant!”
“With the curse?” Dumbledore
asked.
“Yes, the killing curse. I probably should have just driven away,
but…it made me so angry!”
“Did you face him?”
“Yes. He told me
he was going to get back into Voldemort’s graces by
bringing me to him.”
“I don’t understand that,” Snape said. “Selena has never been involved with the
Death Eaters. What good would she
be? Why would Voldemort
want her?”
“I don’t understand it either,” she agreed.
“Perhaps, Severus, to get to you?”
There was a silence.
Then Snape spoke again, his voice somewhat softer than before.
“Albus, I have given that creature no indication of my
disloyalty. I am very careful in my
work.”
“I have no doubt of that, Severus, but even the best of
spies are eventually ferreted out, through circumstance or otherwise.”
“How could Karkaroff know?”
“Perhaps he discovered something during the Tri-Wizard
Tournament?”
“There was nothing left out for him to discover.”
“You were…friends, were you not?”
“A long time ago.”
“Maybe he has simply put two and two together. You are here, with me, after all.”
“That’s where I’m supposed to be. They think I’m a spy for them, too!”
“Perhaps,” Dumbledore said, his
voice distant and full of thought, “it is the simple fact that you have never
tried to harm or kill Harry Potter.
After all, what faithful Death Eater would stay his hand if he had such
easy access to the boy who destroyed his Master?”
“That is your risk, Albus. You know I did not want the boy to
come here.”
“He’s done all right, though, hasn’t he.”
“Oh, yes, he’s been grand. He is directly responsible for most of the
disasters at this school and he single-handedly managed to bring back the Dark
Lord. Positively grand,” Snape snarled,
his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Oh, Severus, shut up,” the woman said sharply. “It’s not like the poor kid wants it to be
that way. He didn’t get to choose what
he was born into, just like you and I didn’t.”
“I like her already,” Ron whispered.
“Bringing that boy to this school was like leaving
matches next to a puddle of kerosene, Selena, and you know it!”
“Are you and he really so different, Severus? Did you learn nothing from the past? That boy is in danger and I would think that
you would be doing anything you could to insure that he doesn’t turn out like
you.”
Snape
muttered something that was obviously not polite. They could almost picture his glare – eyes
narrowed and blazing, lips twisted into a menacing scowl.
“Severus! Selena!” Dumbledore said, a touch
louder than his usual comforting volume.
“Squabbling will get us nowhere.
I would have thought you would have grown out of that by now.”
“This is driving me insane!” Hermione whispered. “Who is she?”
“Some things never change,” Snape said under his breath.
She returned with something in Russian, most likely a
curse or insult.
“I’m in love with her,” Harry said half-jokingly. “To be able to boss Snape
around like that!”
“I think I am too,” Ron agreed.
“Now, Selena, you have not finished your story. Do continue,” Dumbledore said calmly,
ignoring the heated tempers around him.
“Yes…Karkaroff. He
seemed to think that I was hiding from something, I don’t know what. I thought he was just crazy. He certainly looked it.”
“The Death Eaters are searching for him. I am amazed that he is still alive,” Snape
said.
“Here’s what really scared me, though. He brought you up, Severus. He said something like: ‘I know what he is, and what he’s doing’.
I didn’t know how to take that, but I really, really hope he wasn’t
referring to…”
“So do I,” Dumbledore said
gravely.
“He tried to stun me, but I apparated. I didn’t have much time to fix on a location,
so I wound up about two hours south of here.
I changed into my animal form so I could run most of the way…”
“She’s an Animagus!” Hermione
whispered excitedly. “That explains the
roar we heard.”
“…and just as I was crossing the lawn, a Dementor jumped out at me and pinned me down. It…it was going to…” she paused for a moment,
taking a shaky breath. “But I changed
again and ran away. There had to have
been twenty of them, Albus. They were
everywhere, everywhere I tried to run…Finally I broke through and made it to
the doors. And you know the rest.”
“And you haven’t any idea why the Dementors
attacked you?”
“None.”
“I would say that I would have a word with Cornelius
Fudge…but lately, he and I do not see eye to eye.”
“It’s all right,” she said. “I know I’m safe here. I always knew that there was a possibility
that I’d get in trouble with them. Death
Eaters I can handle, but Dementors…god, they give me
the creeps.”
“Death Eaters are just Dementors
with a few extra emotions,” Snape said quietly.
There was a rustle of sheets and a smattering of quiet Russian. A moment later, a gasp of
pain.
“What
is it?”
Then Snape’s
voice, low and icy.
“He’s calling.”
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