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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: They aren’t mine u.u; as usual... ::sigh::

Author’s Note (or babbling...I saw that in a fic and liked it ^_^ cause that’s what I
do): Well...here it is...again, for better or worse...okay, well...here it is x.x;

Chapter Three:

      Hermione held the phone away from her as a series of shouts followed her asking
to speak to Harry. After what sounded like a physical battle over the phone, the line
went dead. Hermione sighed and was about to drop the phone back into it’s cradle when
it rang.

      “Hello?” Hermione asked after turning the phone up and jamming it against her
ear.

      “Hermione?” came Harry’s almost frantic voice. He sounded very winded. “What’s
happened? What’s the matter?”

      “Erm...nothing, Harry, nothing’s happened that I know of,” Hermione said. She
instantly begin to feel guilty about causing what sounded like a panic. “I’m sorry,
Harry, I didn’t mean to get you all worked up but I...I need to talk to you.”

      “Okay,” Harry said without pause. “Can you Apparate to Magnolia Crescent?”

      “I...” Hermione paused. She had never been there and wondered vaguely if she’d
be able to manage Apparating to a place she’d never been. “Well...if I’m not there in
ten minutes, will you be able to give me another call?”

      “I’ll make sure of it.”

      “Okay.” Hermione took a deep breath. “I’ll see you in a bit then.”

      “Okay,” Harry said, just before hanging up.

      Hermione took another deep breath, then walked to find her parents. “I’ve got to
go for a bit,” she said when she spotted them sitting in the living room.

      “Go?” her father asked, looking up from the evening news.

      “I won’t be long,” Hermione said hurriedly. “I’ve just got to talk to someone.”

      “Do you need us to drive you?” Hermione’s mother questioned.

      “No,” Hermione shook her head. “I owled you to tell you I passed my Apparating
test, remember?”

      “Of course...”

      “I won’t be long,” Hermione repeated before leaving the room. She walked back up
to her room, where she grabbed her wand from her desk (it just wasn’t safe venturing
out without it anymore), then closed her eyes, and concentrated with all her might on
Magnolia Crescent. As she could only imagine what it looked like, she instead tried to
just concentrate on the name, perhaps that would be good enough. When she had that set
firmly in her mind, she took another deep breath, turned on the spot and left the
kitchen with nothing but a pop.

      When she could breathe again (and she did so deeply), Hermione found herself
standing almost directly under a crooked street sign that read ‘Magnolia Crescent.’
She sighed with relief and looked up and down the street for any sign of Harry, but
there was none. The street was empty, the orange glow of the street lamps casting
strange shadows as the sky grew increasingly darker. Hermione shivered, though not
from the cold, and crossed her arms, leaning against the post as she waited.

      She didn’t wait long. She had hardly been standing there two minutes when she
heard footsteps echoing along the street. Standing straight very quickly, Hermione
turned to face a tall boy walking towards her. He was slouched over a little and
seemed to have his hands in his pockets, but he was unmistakably Harry Potter. A smile
spread across Hermione’s mouth and she left the post, running to him and nearly flying
into his arms. Harry stumbled back a little as he was forced to catch her, but
returned her hug with almost as much enthusiasm.

      “You made it all right then?” he asked.

      “What?” Hermione looked up at him, letting go.

      “You sounded uncertain on the phone,” Harry shrugged. He put his hands back in
his pockets. “Anyway, what did you want to talk to me about?”

      Hermione stared at the ground as they walked, putting her wandless hand into a
pocket. For all that she had been ready to discuss, now she just wasn’t. Perhaps it
was the seeming shock of seeing Harry only a week into vacation (a feat that was damn
near impossible before), or perhaps it was just plain fear. By all accounts Hermione
wasn’t afraid of Harry, he was a great wizard, yes, but very often blinded by anger
which often times bordered on rage...and anyway he’d never physically attack her...but
she was no stranger to yelling and shouting or the cold shoulder and silent treatment,
none of which she was too keen on. She chewed her tongue and watched the ground as
they walked, nearly starting when Harry spoke.

      “Have you found out who R.A.B. is?” he asked.

      “I...no, not yet,” Hermione said, looking up from the ground. “But...”

      “But?” Harry prodded, craning his neck slightly to look down at her. But she had
stopped. She was staring in front of them, a look of dawning on her face.

      “Harry...what was Sirius’ brother’s name?” she asked.

      “His brother?” Harry repeated.

      “In the drawing room, Harry, there was a locket in the drawing room at Number
Twelve, one that we--”

      “Couldn’t open...” Harry finished for her. He walked briskly over to one of the
street lamps and took the fake locket from his jacket, opening it to look at the
letter inside. Hermione peered at it from his side.

      “I will be dead long before you read this,” she read aloud. “I have stolen the
real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that
when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more.” She paused, frowning at the
paper. “Hoping you will be mortal once more?”

      “That doesn’t sound much like he chickened out, does it?” said Harry, frowning.
His voice was cold and hard again and Hermione could almost feel a tantrum coming on.
“It was there the whole time and we didn’t even realize it! All this time all we had
to do was go back to that--”

      “Harry...”

      “What?”

      “Harry, it might not be very safe to go back to Number Twelve...”

      “I don’t care if it’s safe or not, Hermione. And why wouldn’t it?”

      “Because...Professor Dumbledore...he was secret-keeper, wasn’t he...?”

      “Yes,” Harry said, though he was shaking his head all the same. “Hermione, that
doesn’t matter though.”

      “Yes it does Harry! Harry, Kreacher was running back and forth between the
Malfoy’s and Sirius! Now with Dumbledore gone, they could all be there, they could
have seized the place as their own!”

      “All the more reason to go,” Harry said through gritted teeth. “If they’re
there, then the chances of getting that locket are even more remote than they were
before.”

      “And what are you going to do, Harry,” Hermione said, (she could feel the bridge
of her nose burning as tears threatened her eyes) “when you come face to face with a
handful of Death Eaters?”

      “Give to them what they deserve,” Harry said, his voice filled with
unsurmountable bitterness.

      “Harry,” Hermione whimpered, “please...let me...don’t go...not yet.”

      “Then when? After they’ve all had a chance to ravage the house? Destroy anything
and everything or confiscate whatever might be of use to us?”

      “No...let me find out, please, give me...meet me back here tomorrow night, we
can get Ron too...”

      “What are you going to do?” Added to his tones of rage now was suspicion.
Hermione cowed.

      “I’m going to do everything I can to make sure it is safe...and if not
safe...what we need to have with us,” she said timidly.

      “How? You are not going there by yourself!”

      “No! No, I promise! I won’t go...please? Meet me here tomorrow night? I’ll bring
Ron with me and then...then we can go...”

      It took Harry a moment; by the light of the street lamp it looked as if he were
seriously debating agreeing to this hastily drawn plan. Finally he nodded, but seemed
to compromise by saying, “if you aren’t here tomorrow night, I’m going by myself.”
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