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Alpha: Hello there peeps! I�m glad that so far out of seven
reviews on AFF.net and the two on FF.net that people are actually interested in
this so far. I still can�t believe I
even updated�(smirks) Yeah Maybe I do need a beta, while I know my writing has
gotten better over the years�I still suck and I do still make freaking spelling
mistakes damn it all! So if anyone who knows good writing skills wants to be my
dear sweet beta buddy I�ll be very grateful.
Once again I�ll say that this is sort of slow in the process to getting
to the point; but I�m working on this; I don�t want to rush it; but I don�t
want to make it too slow getting to the point.
I hope it is starting to make some sense even though nothing has been
entirely explained yet. I have it all in my head the way it is suppose to write
out; but I just needed a way to start it and explain the main situation that
Hermione and Severus will find themselves in. Also take note (if you haven�t
read my author�s note at the beginning of the Lolita Complex story I�m not sure
if I mentioned it also on the other HP fic I did) But I only seen the movies
all from 1 to 4 so far and haven�t read any of the books, only parts here and
there of the first one so just bare that in mind.

So enough of my ramblings that�s get on to the story�

Disclaimer: Piss off you know the freaking answer already
sheesh!! Onto the story.

Beautiful Soulless Marionette

Chapter III: Readying Materials for Doll Making Pt. 2

Fires of ember

Unmerciful destruction

Glory is found entering
the gates of Hell.

Yes the Princess Doll
was a sight to behold; a thing made for admiration; something to be doted upon.
But while handsome, �he� were another story.

He was made to be feared;
he thrived for the power for the glorious joys of eternality. But it wasn�t his
fault; oh no.

The Emperor was never
forgiving�

He hated and blamed
his better half for what he was subjected to�

They were responsible,
everyone was, they took him away from what he cherished most and made him in
turn despise it.

A Tyrant in so many
ways�cursed because of she� feeling lost because she was cursed because of
him�The Emperor loved and hated the Doll with a passion�That he wanted to kill
her, taste the pain of her blood tears because both she and he knew of their secret
bond�one they didn�t want�

Hell is a land of
torment, eternal rest, eternal dark silence�it is a void and yet it maybe the
very image of a hellish nightmare reoccurring again and again until it drives
you insane. One never liked the prospect
of gifts ascending to Earth from the Dead realm below. It was never a good thing to get a gift from
Hell. Hell had a way of creating devastation and chaos and it loved to
confuse. It loved to mock and demand
respect and bask in the praise it forced you to give it.

Its jealousy was a
never ending rage�Hell hated Heaven, and Heaven pitied Hell they didn�t agree
with one another but they grudgingly stood by the other�s side.

Heaven could be
manipulated because it gave of itself freely, it was open and expressive it
loved everything and never wanted to punish but instead it wanted to
redeem. That is why you could easily
attach strings onto its magnificent blinding white wings.

It wasn�t the same for
Hell.

No one can ever
manipulate Hell... Hell was free to do the manipulating. It never took pity, it always dished out
torment, made you feel pain, greed, malice, grief, fear, closed in and caged.
You never saw strings attached onto the bat like wings of Hell because it was
the one who held the strings in its hands.

It was why Heaven made
it so easy for Hell to manipulate itself�

Maybe for the reason
that an invisible thin thread of string so light yet very strong like spider�s
silk, from Heaven already attached itself to Hell�s hollow heart�

Plainly stating if need
be, it could play the manipulation game too�

�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�

The corridors of Hogwarts was feeling a bit drafty, a few
students were already up even on a Saturday morning; while the majority of the
school�s populace was trying to get in as much sleep as possible. No one was going to get up at all until at
least 9:30 am being the latest one
would sleep in. Not even Ronald
Weasley�s infamous appetite was going to wake him up at 8:15 in the morning to be the first to have some breakfast. The boy who lived only wished he could say
the same for himself.

He couldn�t sleep soundly last night, one minute he was down
the next he was up. Harry tossed and
turned in his sleep; his dreams disturbing and his mind rapidly going a mile a
minute. It was hard to grasp sleep when
you were thinking too much about something.
He tried everything to go to sleep from studying his notes for Defense
Against the Dark Arts to counting sheep.
Finally he got out of bed, heading down into the Gryffindor common room
with a blanket and his wand; settling down in front of the fire place to think
at four in the morning.

Harry�s thoughts gave him no peace; he had thought all his
worrying would finally end when the war was won and he defeated Voldemort. His short lived peace was once again put on
hold; and it wasn�t a dark Wizard around like the Dark Lord to blame this
time. He only had himself to blame.

He wasn�t admitting to anything; partially afraid of what
maybe perceived by others of what he was seeing alone. He kept all his frustrations inside; not
confiding any of his suspicious and worry with anyone, not even Dumbledore. And
the one who was always at the end of receiving his bad moods had been Hermione;
he was blaming her for something out of his control. For what he saw when he slept, for the
confusing feelings that swelled up inside him every time she came around that
confused him, for being the way she is.

For feeling fear of what they both may become if what he
been dreaming was giving him any indication of the new unknown future one free
of Voldemort.

To Hermione, the spiral of chaos surrounding their
friendship began when he first lashed out at her almost two weeks following
their victory in the war. To him, it started before he found himself engaging
in a magical duel of death, his life as well as everyone else�s on the line in
the pursuit to stop an evil madman in conquering the Wizarding World.

It was a faint feeling at first; it was slight nerves when
Hermione was near him. He got unglued and
flustered when she was giving him her undivided attention; no matter his
situation or mood. The way he felt a
little sting of jealousy when she wasn�t around him, but rather trying hard and
failing miserably to get Ron�s attention.
It was small things like this he noticed, but ignored, he and Hermione
were good friends and he was the one who she could confide in more than she
could with Ron because of his level headedness.

A day after Voldemort�s death, started the foggy images of
predictions he received in only his dreams.
Most were of him sometimes caring for his female friend or doing
something to hurt her. Other times, they would just walk together, a metal
chain that glowed from gold to silver holding them together, captive. Hermione smiling holding a black mask looking
like the drama mask for tragedy in one hand with blood tears leaking from the
eyes and a white feather in the other hand, stained in blood. Then there was
him on the other side of her, looking solemn and unhappy; holding a white mask
in likeness of the drama mask for comedy, the eyes leaking blood tears and his
other hand holding a black feather stained in blood.

After awhile the images ended. It was for the most part what he witnessed
the minute he closed his eyes to sleep every night. Nothing more and nothing less, but the
intensity of those images when he saw actual interaction during any normal day;
bothered him.

It was because of the sleepless nights the unnerving dreams,
his confusing feelings he argued and hurt Hermione�s feelings
unsuspectingly. His feelings were
another thing, by the end of July, Harry was on edge, and apparently he was
failing miserably to keep a relationship going between him and Ginny. He wanted to begin his real first
relationship with Ginny, but as much as they both tried, something always
happened to ruin the moment. He was in a
rush to start on it as soon as his uncertain fate turned out victorious after
killing he-who-must-not-be-named. But
somehow that put a big effect and a sudden halt on him even achieving anything
to contribute to kinder a sweet something with Ginny. There were many things that made this from
happening; one being his popularity with the ladies,
and his popularity in general with the public.
There was never a moment�s peace being out in town; no escape except his
godfather�s home. Ginny had tried,
really did but decided that maybe the time for there to be an �us� between them
wasn�t now, not just after the war, she said she wanted to wait until things
wind them; and he knew it would be hell over high water that she would ever
admit to her sting of jealousy over the girls who ogled at him like a herd of
screaming banshees. Plus she had
subtlety starting seeing some other bloke on the side right after she made that
statement.

He was sad and angered and no one but Hermione saw and even
looked liked she felt his pain too. He told
her of his problems involving Ginny one night; while they were outside enjoying
the light breeze of summer wind amidst the warm night. While she let him rest his head on her lap
and wrap his arms around her waist and listened; he wept and continued to talk
to her; squeezing her for support. She
lightly patted his head, smoothing out his messy hairdo. She knew her silent comforting was enough
without even words needing to be spoken.
She understood how he felt, when Ron didn�t return her feelings for him.

It was after this night, Harry
started to yell at her. He didn�t know
if she felt it too; but he felt like his dream self; the one that felt a tug or
pull of the chain that binds him to her.
So without noticing until too late; Harry started feeling lonely when
his female friend wasn�t around him. He
got angry when she was around another man; he was unhappy when she was
near. He was jealous when she was happy;
he was satisfied when she felt unwell and retreated to isolate herself from
others except him.

It was all confusing because Harry associated these odd
symptoms to one who was in love in a twisted sort of way with someone they
admired. But Harry loved Hermione; just
not in the way a man would a woman. So
he kept telling himself; besides a brother was more likely to feel jealous when
mom or dad or friends started doting, coddling, and paying more attention to
the other sibling more than they did the other.
He was sure a man in love with a woman wouldn�t feel the need to be
jealous of his woman. But none of his
reasoning would settle his mind right.

Harry was amazed he accomplished the task of getting up
early Saturday morning; he saw there was no chance he�ll be able to fall back
to sleep; so he managed to get himself ready for the day. He had wanted to wait up for Ron to at least
wake up so they could go together. He
was sitting down in one of the sofas in the common room and his eyes strayed to
the stairs leading to the girl�s dormitories.
He was wondering if perhaps she slept well, maybe she was already up;
maybe sleeping in some more; how was she coping so far. He did make an effort to push her away and he
was happy every time he done it; but right now, Harry wasn�t liking the
feelings he felt when he done something to hurt Hermione. He felt guilty about it and he wanted to make
it up to her somehow; he knew she was bound to ask him why he acted the way he
has; if he made an effort to get close to her again. If she took his word that he was sorry, his
eyes stayed on the spot, the stairs leading to the girls
dorms; he wanted desperately to walk up them, see her and make amends; but
he�ll have to wait to do it.

Harry was on his way out the door to breakfast when he heard
the rush of footsteps running from down the steps from the girl�s
dormitories. Than he heard faint
mumbling, that could only classify Hermione Granger. Harry quickly hid behind a sofa, all the
while watching Hermione rush out the door in a hurry. He stood up again, forming a plan in his
head, shaking his head in the negative and smirking. He wondered what could she be in such a rush,
it was Saturday, no classes; shrugging it off he set out to meet up with her or
follow her, depending on how you look at it.

Harry felt happier, for how long it would last he didn�t
know; but for the time being he felt happy and he felt happy being around
Hermione. They had walked in, two of the
golden trio in the great hall as if they were a couple; even the few sitting at
their respectable tables saw this, each set of eyes taking in the view and
drawing different conclusions from the scene.
Even two sets of eyes saw, one sporting a scowl with their glare, the
other looking on in slight amusement but also looking disappointed. Harry returned a glare and a smile to both
sets of eyes he saw looking at him and Hermione.

Hermione seemed a little apprehensive, being around him; but
she looked happy none the less. Hermione
sat down next to Neville who woke up early that morning and on the left side of
her sat Harry. Harry wouldn�t stop playing with her pigtails; her hair had grew out longer and less bushy, but very thick and curly.

Her hair was so soft to touch, it felt nice to feel; it was
why he felt compelled to do so even as he stuffed his plate full of food and
getting odd stares from housemates filing in the Great Hall every second that
passed to sit down and eat breakfast; he continued to tug playfully on her long
thick braided hair.

He thought of what he and even Ron could do to make her feel
better today; he had to do something special for her. He was determined to make it up her; and
reluctant to do so he let go after one last tug on her hair and hugged and
kissed her cheek again as to say �I�m sorry�.
He went to eating his food as he thought of what he could do today for
Hermione.

�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�

Severus retreated to his rooms down in the dungeons; where
everything Slytherin lurked, including the Potions Master and also the Head of
House for Slytherin. This morning�s
breakfast was the strangest it ever been.
After a week; a week of School, bloody Harry Potter and sidekick Ronald
Weasley somehow break the silence and huge gaping hole between them and Hermione
Granger the know-it-all extraordinaire.

But Severus really couldn�t care two cents worth a
Hippogriff�s ass if they decided to become friends again. It was the way Potter acted around Hermione
that irked him; but it totally made McGonagall and Dumbledore completely
ecstatic; damn Gryffindors. Severus saw
the way Remus looked at the pair amused; but disappointed, he wondered
why. As for himself, well all he did was
sneer and scowl two things he did best so he didn�t look out of character. He wanted to try legimens
on Harry�s mind
to know what he was hiding; he was hiding something alright; something he knew
Harry didn�t tell Albus about. He wanted to do it but Harry had developed his
skills in occulmency and could easily block him from
his mind; and than he would give the brat a reason to be suspicious of him.

Potter irked him; and agitated him when he saw how he
touched, and coddled Granger as if she were some doll. The boy even kissed her cheek; whatever
changed with Potter over the summer it certainly did away with is awkward
shyness around girls. Than again, he was
never shy around Hermione they were always friends. He was making a strong impression that
Hermione was practically his girlfriend; even though it wasn�t true.

As for Granger, she looked embarrassed, unsure, and looked
like she wanted to run from Potter. If
that was an indication that the two weren�t lovers but friends trying to get
back together again, Snape didn�t know what was.

He hardly went around Black�s manor; unless it was needed to
do so for an Order meeting or Albus had a silly notion that Severus wanted to
join the lively crew for fun and games.
Snape seriously considered many times to do away with Dumbledore�s high
inducing candy products. They were
damaging the Wizard�s brain; if Dumbledore�s brain could possible loose anymore
sensible brain cells. But he did hear of
Harry�s erratic bouts of anger and how he subjected to shouting nonsense at
Hermione or any male company she kept.
That almost made Potter sound like a jealous boyfriend.

Severus since his and their time at Hogwarts,
didn�t see anything out of the ordinary for Potter�s behavior. The boy remained quiet in class was attentive
and hung with his peers; but quite a nice distance from Granger. Harry would partner up with anybody except
Hermione; Hermione would end up paired off with Malfoy who didn�t seem to mind
her presence at all. No one else looked
happy about being paired with Granger at all during 7^th year Double
Potions.

Severus also saw some trend, unannounced, done silently and
almost looked cruel; no one wanted to hang around Miss Granger; they were
literally ignoring her, since most students looked up Harry Potter and knowing
he and Hermione weren�t friends; the git had said so
in a drunken stupor out on the quidditch field one
night. The Gryffindor were using the
field to get a head start on practice games and choosing new recruits for the
team for that year. Somehow they thought throwing a party would exact revenge
and making a statement; since he gave all of them detentions in his class
Wednesday night; except Granger and it was only because she had been excused
from the room at the time.

It was cruel for a week, Hermione unknowingly was getting
the cold shoulder; the girl already wasn�t a social butterfly and Harry had
just added insult to injury; a big bruise to the girl who was still trying to
heal other wounds she already received.
She lost some of her fiery spirit; she still did homework and studied
with much vigor; but she wasn�t the same and it was Potter�s fault. The boy didn�t even realize the entire school
was doing exactly what he was doing, ignoring the bookworm. Most of them concluded they didn�t even like
Granger and her bossy attitude; and there wasn�t anything special about her.

Except�except there was something;
something unattainable; something small and still growing inside her. Snape couldn�t deny he felt the full force of
extreme powerful energy from Granger and Potter. He suspected Potter was drawn to her powers
like a moth to a flame and that was why Harry started acting friendly with her
again; Severus didn�t doubt for a minute that Harry was faking it. Potter was becoming his father; arrogant and
uncaring of other�s feelings, of Hermione�s feelings unless it suited him. Harry didn�t care about her well being; but
he cared about her in a sense that whatever Hermione had, Potter was silently
trying to attain it. Whether it be a
conscious or subconscious thought; the boy wanted it; and he wanted it badly.

Severus was once again at a stand still; life and the life
of the characters in the book was almost too
similar. He walked over to the five
white flowers; she given him so long ago; still fresh and beautiful and
blooming. They were soft to feel; and
warm with dew that sparkled on their petals.
Warm and pulsating like the heartbeat of a human�s- wait�

Severus picked up the white chrysanthemum flower, his brow
furrowing the flower was pulsating; in a rhythm of a heartbeat. Odd, because flowers do not pulsate and not
ones that felt and sounded like a heart beat.
He caressed the petals carefully; the flower continued its heart
beat. He put it down; going to his
comfortable armchair where the book and a bottle of fire whiskey waited for
him.

He needed to know more about the characters in the book; and
he needed to sort out his thoughts about Miss Granger his feelings about the
girl and what he feared the girl maybe.
The connection he was sure she shared with Potter.

�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�

The rain was relentless;
it just kept coming and coming down. Puddles had already begun to form in great
depth in the stone pavement roads. Two small figures soaked in fine silk, tried
to stay dry under the black rooftop, covering the stone porch from the
rain. They stood to the side, a young
girl and a young boy, both looking much alike the other; both having the look
of fear and sadness in their eyes. Both
remained as silent, except for the tiny whimpering the little girl was making
was barely audible. The boy was wrapping
arms protectively around the slightly shorter female.

�It is official,
they�re dead,�

The girl was stiff at
this, the boy a little angry, hugging her tighter and patting her on the head.
The both of them could hear the adults talking among themselves a little bit
away from them; but the conversation was very clear for all to hear.

�What a shame, their
children has been left behind, don�t they have any relatives?� said one of the
gossiping women.

�Yes but- the parents
specifically wanted their children separated, I believe the army was sent to do
it today,� the other said whispering to the other woman.

�Why?�

�I heard that the
parents written a letter to one of their parents that their children are those
supposed demon children from hell. The one
that story talks about twins being born to�� she paused, seeing people walking
towards the weird children.

�We should go the army
is here; I think those children are royalty. You think one of their
grandparents is a king or something?�

The other woman just
shrugged, �Who knows, I�ll just be glad to see them go; those children give me
the creeps, especially that boy,�

The two women walked
off; leaving the boy and his sister alone with a group of men who came by their
abandon home.

�It�ll be okay Heaven,
I won�t let anything happen to you, I�ll take care of you,� said the boy.

�Of course big
brother,� she only nodded her head.

�Who are they?� she
asked looking at the men coming to a halt near them.

�No one important!� he
yelled.

�Separate them!� a
voice commanded.

Two figures moved in
on the siblings, one pulling an irate boy, the other holding firmly onto a
wailing girl. The siblings were holding
each other by the hands tightly; failing miserably to stay that way.

The girl cried for her
twin, who was being dragged away from her.
�No! Don�t take him away from me! Bring him back!�

She was being carried
on the shoulder away from him.

The
older twin brother; yelled foul things out his mouth at the soldiers taking him
away from his twin sister.

�You are meant to do
great things my child; your brother will only cause problems and so will have
to be dealt with. You will meet him
again if you so wish it; of course after you have met all criteria for
achieving the impossible to set goals for your future,� the little girl�s sobs
quietly stopped, while she looked into dazzling eyes; belonging to an somewhat
old and stern but sincere face. One that
definitely had a tone of authority and demanded respect, the woman kindly
smiled at her.

�I can see my brother
again?�

�Someday, but that day
isn�t soon my dear,� she said, �Come, I�m sure the boy will be handled with
care living with your other grandfather; you will stay with your father�s
father instead.�

The small child tried
desperately to wipe the tears from her eyes; but it was no use she couldn�t
stop crying. She recently lost her
parents; and now her only close family had just been ripped apart from her to
live with relatives they never knew existed until now.

A hand on her shoulder
jerked her out of her thoughts; she looked up into dark brooding eyes and a
smirk.

�Don�t worry little
one; you will be looked after quite well in the care of your Grandfather and
your three guardians,� he said.

�Guardians?� she
meekly asked.

�You will find that
out all in due time little one, and here, do try to stop your incessant
wailing,� he bite off; while giving her a doll to hold.

She watched him walk
off to the old woman�s side. While two
other�s came up to her to greet her. One
of them picked her up to carry her; since she was feeling tired and getting
sick from being out in the rain all that day. She instantly went to sleep�

�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�

The old manor of the Black family; still looked quite worn
and dreary but lately since the demise of Voldemort; the current owner of the
house was making advances of getting it repaired and even better than it was
before. For a small section of the house
could be seen to be getting redone. New
wood was seen on this part of the big manor; freshly cut sawed down and
sandpapered to be its smoothest.

Inside 12 Grimmauld Place, was a whole different story;
while it still lacked life and a fresher new look; it certainly was kept very
tidy; thanks to the house elves, Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley�s
way of getting others to get off their lazy bums and do some spring cleaning
during summer holidays.

The owner of the manor was currently in his large living
room area; talking by floo via the fireplace with a
dear friend. A friend currently holding
his position once again as the Defense Against the
Dark Arts Professor; with slowly graying hairs; old raggedy clothing, and a
warm smile penetrating from both his eyes and mouth.

�So how is everything going so far?� asked Sirius Black of
Remus Lupin.

�As far as what? Harry
and his friends? The school in general? A nasty potion�s professor?� Remus joked; chuckling at the
sour face Sirius made at the mention of Snape�s title.

�I don�t care much to know the predictability of that sorry
sort Moony; but how is Harry fairing?� Black made himself
comfortable, ridding himself of his expensive tailored cloak and black
jacket. Freeing the buttons on his gray
vest and the first three top buttons to his neatly pressed white collar blouse;
rolling the long sleeves up to his elbows.
His dark wavy tresses were pulled back in a small ponytail and his face
was freshly shaven of all facial hairs; making him look a few years younger
than his true age. He sat down on the
sofa facing the fireplace where he could give Remus his full attention.

�Harry�s been doing quite well; I would say even better now
that he is no longer approached by the evil that was Voldemort. He and Hermione seem to be quite on friendly
terms this morning; I know how estrange he started acting towards Miss Granger;
but today the two were together as the best of buddies today,� said Remus, he
had popped a piece of chocolate in his mouth; chewing and holding his pipe in
his left hand.

�Friendly? Moony you make it sound like Harry was trying to
woo our dear Hermione; but it is good to hear he�s doing alright,�

�Indeed Padfoot, and of course you
will want to know how Miss Granger is as well?� Remus asked knowingly.

Sirius raised an eyebrow; scowling a little, �Where are you
getting at Remus?�

Remus smiled, shrugging his shoulders; �I�m not getting at
anything Padfoot; you�re merely taking everything I
say the wrong way.�

Sirius smirked, �I�m sure,� he than added, �Well how is she
doing than?�

�Miss Granger? Oh! She looked happier today than when she
came back to Hogwarts on the first day of school; as you know Harry and Ronald
had been separating themselves from around Hermione. They still talked among each other; but not
as friends, but as they were just peers in class. However as I said before, since this morning
Harry changed all that bringing the three together as they were before,�

�You think Harry�s been acting the way he has because he
started feeling things more than just friendship for Hermione? As odd as it may
sound; especially the way he went about it, while the three of them stayed here
with me over the summer?� asked Sirius.

�It could be; but I haven�t gotten the chance to talk with
Harry about it yet; for now we will just be in the dark until we can figure out
his bizarre behavior; I have a feeling this mutual rekindled friendship is only
temporary,�

�I see,�

�If he does feel something for Miss Granger, what would you
do about it?� Lupin suddenly asked in an innocent tone.

�There you go again moony; just what are you going on
about?� Sirius yelled; glaring at his best friend.

�Hmm, going on about what? I�m not accusing you of anything Padfoot,� he smirked which was something rare for the
werewolf to do.

�Yes you are, just what do you mean doing something about
it?� Sirius demanded.

�Oh, I think you know the answer to that; you always been a
sucker for the young ones, good-day Sirius,� Remus, laughing lightly at his own
joke and Sirius� angry face waved good-bye, disconnected the floo connection on his side of the fireplace.

�Oh no you don�t Moony! You stay
right here and talk to me like a man!� Sirius yelled, glaring daggers at the
empty fireplace. He huffed, slouching
awkwardly on the large sofa; he took his short ponytail out, freeing his dark
silky strands of hair.

So he sort of thought the girl was cute big deal; she was a
young woman, still in school, smart, soft, and by Wizarding law�legal�she was
cute big deal! It wasn�t as if he was in love with the girl. He knew he shouldn�t have said anything to
Moony, now he was going to get back at him from all the teasing he done to him;
about that Tonks girl.

Sirius was glad to hear even if it was brief that the three
people who made the �golden trio� would be alright. To Sirius, Harry had gone completely mad;
after his little episode of yelling and hurting Hermione�s feelings. The animagus had
felt overly protective of the girl and angry at his godson for such ill
behavior. It looked that every time he
was around Hermione talking and just trying to make her feel better since the
death of her parents during the spring of the beginning of her sixth year at
Hogwarts; after the death of Voldemort, Harry got more hostile. Even more with Hermione; during the last
shouting match between Harry and Hermione; Harry looked so angry like he wanted
to physically hurt Hermione. If he
wasn�t quick enough, Harry would have succeeded, that day was fresh in his
memory�

Sirius was walking away from the kitchen and dining room
area; where everyone had gathered to chat among the home cooked meal made by Mrs.
Weasley; she had boasted about Ginny, Luna, and Hermione helping her make lunch
for everyone. It seemed Albus Dumbledore
had wanted to invite the Order members over at his home also known as the Order
of the Phoenix�s H.Q. just for the
fun of it. Which was
completely cool with Sirius except; he really wished the Headmaster would
exercise his right to stop finding a way to force Snivellus
to come along for the ride. All
the two of them did was glare and throw wise crack retorts at each other before
Sirius had to bolt from the room.

Sirius walked into the living room; hoping to find some
peace of mind so he wouldn�t end up hexing the bat out of hell. He opened the large doors, only come be face
to face in a staring contest with a very flushed face Hermione Granger. She was completely embarrassed, in her fright
she jumped out of her seat and failing horribly to hide her stuff cat toy; her
book falling to the ground, she looked incredibly pretty that way; looking like
a dear caught in the headlights. Suddenly
he couldn�t hold it in anymore; he laughed.

Hermione�s face went from embarrassment to pure anger in
mere seconds; huffing and flopping down in her seat on the couch, clutching
onto dear life to her toy as if he wanted to take it from her. He tried, he really did tried to cease his
merriment at her expense but the scene was cute and funny he started brawling;
tears came to his eyes.

�Oh shut up! It�s not that damn funny! So what if I have a
toy, it�s none of your business anyway you mad mutt!� she yelled more than she
intended to; not looking a bit concerned if she offended him or not.

Sirius stopped, shocked that she insulted him in such a way,
but her face; his shoulders shook and he had a goofy grin on his face; putting
his hand to his mouth to prevent himself from cracking up.

�Go on and laugh it up! Ha ha! The
bookworm likes to keep such silly toys around,� she looked at his face; looking
at the goofy grin plastered there; he was trying not to laugh at her and she
had to look sort of silly jumping like that, only because he scared her. She started laughing with him, even though
she was mad; but she couldn�t stop herself from doing so and laughed harder
with him. He made her feel better.

Sirius, forever acting like a young cool teenager, jumped
over the sofa, plopping down next to Hermione.

�So what are you up to other than hugging cat toys?� he
asked playfully.

�Reading and
minding my own business thank you,� she said, looking up into his face.

�Reading? Trying
to stay far ahead in your studies I see,� he said reaching down for the book at
her feet and giving it back to her.

Hermione only nodded, a flash of sadness crossed her face
but quickly replaced with a smile as she reached for her charms book. �It�s the
only thing I find time for,� she said softly.

�I see,� he knew something was wrong with her, but he didn�t
bring it up, she looked very reluctant to say what�s on her mind at the minute
which is strange to see in Hermione; who�s usually so lively even in her own
quiet moments alone reading and studying. She wasn�t this dedicated to read and
be by herself unless she was avoiding having a confrontation with one or both
of the boys if they had an argument.

�Well I guess being among all the old folks in the dining
room isn�t such the greatest idea; not if you mind Snivellus�
company,� Sirius made a face at this.

Hermione laughed, �You know that isn�t nice Sirius.�

�Well maybe not but it must be hilarious than; it got you to
laugh again,� he smiled towards her.

�I suppose, but Professor Snape- isn�t all that- bad, he has
his reasons I guess for being the way he is.
The man is set in his ways, nothing is ever going to change that,� she
said, going back to reading her book.

�If you say so Hermione,� he said, not liking much talking about
the topic of Severus Snape at all, especially having someone defend his
character.

�I�m sure such a nice young lady like yourself
can find something to bide her time over the summer other than studying all the
time?� he inquired.

�I like it, its fun, makes the day go faster,� she simply
said.

�Of course, but there could be some lad out there in the
world that fancies you and you�ll never know because your stuck in here with us
adults and friends who have an interest in quidditch
all the time. Something I�m sure doesn�t
capture your interests much,� he said.

Hermione looked incredulously at Black for a moment, unsure
of how to really respond to his statement.
�Umm�who in there right mind would be smitten with me? I�m not exactly
girlfriend material,� the tone in her voice suggested she felt somewhat upset.

�That�s where you�re wrong,� he stated, his smiling getting
wider by the second.

�Do you mock me Sirius? Wrong, wrong in what? Being
girlfriend material or someone actually liking me?� she cried.

�I kid you not fair lady and I mean both; but at the moment
I address the question of someone actually liking you,� he said.

Hermione smiled, her eyes brighten looking curious and
interested in wanting to know. Sirius
smiled back at her, patting her on the head; looking down at her. He lowered his face to bring it closer to her
ear and whispered, �Yes I know who, but I�m not going to tell,� he told her.

He looked at her face, which seemed to take on a cute blush.
Her face screwed in confusion for a minute as her eyes looked down to look at
the sofa instead of him and it almost seemed like she was bashful. Sirius concluded that perhaps she was.

She grasped the hand that patted her head, �Please tell me!
I want to know who Sirius,� she pleaded.

Sirius only grinned; shaking his head no. Hermione kept pleading for him to say who,
pouting and poking out her lips; it was all so�pretty. He so did like to stare at supple, luscious
lips; ones untouched and- His sudden daydreaming of Hermione�s lips ended abruptly
with a playfully punch to the upper arm.

Before he knew it, he grabbed Hermione making her succumb to
his tickling; she was so close and warm and soft to him. He was enjoying it much; but his fun ended;
he was startled and fell ending on top of Hermione�s back.

�What�s going on here?� asked a very familiar voice; a voice
that sounded calm, soft, deep and curious, but threaten as well as dangerous.
It wasn�t Severus at all.

It was a person whose eyes are green, Sirius was staring
into them, it was Harry. Harry, for a young man that was about an inch
shorter than Sirius and smaller round glasses standing in muggle attire, looked
frightening. It was the eyes; his
piercing green eyes; intense penetrating into his very soul; unblinking.

Sirius removed himself from Hermione�s back; leaning over to
help her to her feet. Sirius saw how
Harry�s intense stare went from him to Hermione. Harry glared at her, his fists squeezing into
tights balls.

�I asked what is going on, answer me one of you,� he demanded.

�Harry? What�s wrong with you?� Hermione asked; looking
concerned.

�Seeing you around my godfather once again; spending all
your time wisely Hermione with others except me, that�s what is wrong with me!
Or can�t you get that through your head? Aren�t you suppose to be smart?� he
spat.

Sirius remained quiet for the moment, watching the strange
interaction and odd conversation started by Harry and now involving
Hermione. He knew if something bad
happened, he was going to end this; if that meant sending a curse on his only
Godson than he would do so. An estranged angry immobile Harry was better than a estranged angry and able to freely hurt someone Harry.

Hermione�s concerned furrowed into a slight glare; she was
annoyed. �Once again I see I have done
nothing to bring out such anger in you Harry! Why are you being this way
towards me?� Hermione cried.

�Because Hermione! Because�you are- you�re my friend! You
never come around me anymore! Always around him! My immoral godfather!� he
shouted.

Sirius couldn�t hold his anger in,
Harry was going too far, �Now listen here Harry-,�

�You stay out of it, Godfather!� Harry�s green orbs grew
darker as he sneered at Sirius. �It�s your fault after all, your fault Hermione
doesn�t come around me anymore!� he yelled, he looked almost as if he were
lost; like he was there but wasn�t at the same time.

�Your not making any sense at all; please just tell me what
I�ve done wrong,� Hermione pleaded, daring to take a few steps closer towards
Harry.

�Please Harry, no one�s taken me from you; please calm
down,� she inched further towards him.

Harry looked at her sad eyes, some of the anger left him and
he was calmer. �Is that so?�

The more Hermione stepped closer to Harry, the more Sirius
became tensed and his hand was itching to place itself onto her shoulder to
keep her from decreasing the wide open gap between her and Harry. But he didn�t want to give Harry a reason to
be alarmed by his instincts to keep the girl away from him. He maybe calmed now,
but the swirling mass of hostile madness was still present in Harry�s aura.

�Yes it is Harry,� she said, now a few paces away from
Harry. She trembled inside; trying to
hide her fear; fighting a battle between hugging Harry to reassure him or to
refrain from doing so since his rage was a little unpredictable.

�Than prove it,� he smiled almost insanely.

Hermione looked confused, �Prove what?�

Harry�s face looked dark and expressionless; he suddenly
grabbed Hermione�s arms; gripping her harshly, he turned around to leave the
living room, dragging a reluctant Hermione along. �It doesn�t matter! I forbid you to be in the
same room as him!�

Hermione got the feeling he was jealous; of anyone she was
around, why he got extremely angry at her being in Sirius�s company she didn�t
know. She tried unsuccessfully to get
her arm out of his strong grip.

Her face scrunched up in pain, �Ouch! Please Harry let go of
me!� she cried; pushing her body away from Harry who wouldn�t let go of her
arm; dragging her further away from Sirius.

�Harry stop, let go you�re hurting me!�

Harry jerked to a halt, pulling Hermione along not letting
go of her, making her suddenly hunch over in a near fall in front of him.

�So you whether stay here than with Sirius?� he asked softly
in that dangerous low voice of his.

�It�s a hell of a lot better than you dragging me away,
hurting me!� she shouted at him; tears threatening to fall from her face.

Harry jerked her away from out of his grip and turned his
back away from her. �Is that is how you
feel, than do what you want, I don�t care!�

He swiftly turned, �I don�t care about you anymore �Mione, so just stay the hell away from me!� he bellowed at
her; quickly as he was turning he raised his hand to smack her with the back of
his hand harshly.

Hermione stared wide eyed in complete shock, unable to move
from her spot; she saw the oncoming assault to her face and shut her eyes
waiting for the pain that would come with being hit.

It never came, Sirius had somehow
transformed in his animagus form; biting roughly on
Harry�s shirt sleeve and pulled the boy down.
He was growling menacingly, saliva dripping from the mouth, and he was
roughly dragging his godson away from the room and away from Hermione.

Hermione was stunned and in disbelief; she was so weary
about the whole ordeal, she collapsed under her own weight, hugging her knees
to herself. She searched around the room
and saw her forgotten toy on the floor; she quickly grabbed it and held it to
her; letting the tears silently fall from her eyes.

In animagus form, Sirius�s hearing
was extra sensitive to sound; being far better than the norm for a human being;
he heard the silent stray tears that he knew Hermione was trying so hard to
muffle out. Sirius Black swore that once
he was through with dealing with Harry and his irate behavior; he was going to
find the time to comfort the girl. She
really needed, especially after this fiasco�

Coming to, Sirius sighed, he never remember being that angry
before at anyone in his life, excluding Snape.
He had dragged his godson to his bedroom, amazingly without being seen,
using the silencing charm to silence the room.
He and Harry went at it, shouting and yelling at one another, jinxes,
hexes, and curses were thrown in the room; destroying the already old furniture
ware and breakable items in Sirius� bedroom.

He didn�t get much out of Harry after that, the boy had
refused to tell him anything at all, but Harry looked a bit lost, like he
wasn�t half getting something he was suppose to remember. Even through the blind anger he looked lost;
but it still was no excuse for him to act the way he did and most of all
towards Hermione. Sirius had given up,
telling Harry to apologize to Hermione and to stay away from her if every time
he was near the girl it would have him acting this way.

Sirius suspected Harry never did say sorry; but he knew he
didn�t make an effort to get close to Hermione; probably a bit edgy that he
would slip up and get out of control again.
They never mention what happened that day to anyone there; the only ones
who knew were those that witness what happen. He knew that Ron noticed
something was wrong among his two best friends, but he rarely paid attention to
Hermione; that weren�t on the best speaking terms from what he recalled; that
had a terrible argument with each other; and a few others after that; which led
Ron to hang more with Harry, since he couldn�t deal with Hermione. But it was evident that the boy didn�t have a
clue to what was going on with Harry, much so with Hermione who stuck to
retreating into herself.

He was just grateful that nothing like that happened again;
he was glad that Remus mentioned that since they went back to Hogwarts; the
incident didn�t repeat itself. Sirius sprawled his tall and lean body on the
large sofa; resting his tired body. His job being an Auror and working at the
Minister did a number to him; but it was worth it. After helping in defeating
Voldemort and his name being cleared of the conspiracy in killing his best
friends James and Lily; he went in for a job as an Auror and gotten it right on
the spot. Right now, he was tired and he closed his eyes to fall into hopefully
would be a restful nap.

�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�

That�s make a Doll

One like Divine Heaven

That�s make creatures

Ones to keep her
company

So ready the
materials�

So ready the tools�

And in no time,

I shall have toys to
play with�

Toys, I can make do
and say whatever I want�

No one sins like I do,

No one lies like me,

No one can play with
my puppet

No one but me

Screaming and
destruction inside a room could be heard.
The tearing of fabrics, the scratches and scars on the walls; the burnt
smell of smoldered items turned to ash.
His face was a mess; hair askew, a deep cut on his jaw; expensive silk
clothing ripped and burned on the ends of his sleeves hardly and halfway still
existing on his jacket.

He been at it for
hours, everyday it was the same routine; no one in the palace could get near to
him. They called him a demon, a spawn of
hell; locked him up in this room they gave him when he arrived; saying if he�ll
be good they�ll let him out.

All they had to do was
give him back his sister; they had no right to take him away from her; they
didn�t understand anything; so it was why he behaved so violently; setting things
on fire; destroying his room; making things fly and hit people into
unconsciousness when they got near him.

They didn�t understand
that Heaven was the only one who could calm his raging soul; the hatred within;
only she was allowed to touch him no one else.
So until they gave him his sister; he was going to continue being
destructive�maybe to the point he�ll kill someone.

After all he was not a
very nice person.

�oooooo�

Laughter could be
heard through the long corridors of a beautiful palace; where on every tall
pillar, a vine grew with luscious wild flowers. A young girl was finding
entertainment running after a large butterfly with pretty blue wings that
fluttered with all sorts of colors. She
wasn�t aware that one of her ribbons came undone; and picked up by small pale
hands.

�You�re a weird kid,
don�t you know of anything more fun to do than chase a stupid butterfly?�

She turned around,
looking at a child a bit taller than her and maybe a year or two older. She saw him a few times; always around one of
her guardians; in fact he looked liked a small version of him.

�Are you deaf? Don�t
you understand I said something to you?� he spat.

�Of course I can hear, I like chasing butterflies; its more fun to do than be
sad. I was separated from my brother he
was the only person to ever play with me,� she replied.

The boy simply
returned her blue ribbon, glaring at her; he almost said something; but
stopped; rather not bothering to do so.

�You�re a weird kid
Heaven,� he said.

�Do you have any friends
at all?� she asked him.

He only glared at her,
than he smirked.

�Hmph! I
don�t have friends, I have minions,� he crossed his arms over his chest;
looking smug, nose held in the air looking down on her as if he were important.

�Minions?� she looked
a bit puzzled.

�People who do
everything I tell them to do of course!� he exclaimed.

She smiled at him,
than yelled to him as she passed by, �Then I�ll be your friend, keep the ribbon
my gift to you!� she ran turned a corner and was out of sight.

�Ribbon? What the do I need such a girly hair tie
for anyway?� he asked aloud to no one in particular.

Neither saw the
envious look on the face of a pretty yet vile child; crushing a flower in her
balled fist�

�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�

Hermione was sitting down under a large maple tree on a blue
and white blanket set out by Ron. She
was sitting between both Harry and Ron as they were enjoying the scenery
surrounding the large lake near the school; while enjoying a large lunch which
she had insisted on packing for the three of them.

Her mood today was cheery; and Harry and Ron made sure to
keep her occupied all day today doing things that would keep her no doubt from
giving into the temptation of grabbing a book and studying. She kept insisting that she had to finish her
homework for Ancient Runes, Advanced Potions, and Transfiguration. They finally gave in to let her be to herself
after dinner was over.

When Ron came into the Great Hall for breakfast a little
late, he sat across from Hermione; taking in the scene before him. He looked between her and Harry, one of them
feeling embarrassed, the other looking jovial.
He was surprised to see them both chatting good naturally with each
other. After breakfast was over and Ron
leaving the large Hall stuffing his mouth with bacon crushed between a soft
moist biscuit; the three of them stood out in the main hallways.

She felt a little worried, she and Ron hadn�t really spoken
to each other since the summer; and than Harry swung an arm over his slightly
taller friend�s shoulder stepping to the side and whispering some things to
Ron. Hermione could make out a few
�bloody hells� and �blimey� from Ron�s excited voice. After they were finished
conversing, they walked back over to her; where Ron mumbled out an apology for
how he behaved and asking for her forgiveness.
She smiled and hugged him tightly, saying she was sorry as well.

They had argued about being a couple; and the petty
incidents during fifth and sixth year between her catching him with Lavender
Brown and the two of them not getting along in a tried girlfriend/boyfriend
relationship. They finally put aside
their difference for the sake of maintaining their friendship and agreeing that
they aren�t best for each other as a couple.

After they made up, Harry shocked her by announcing that he
and Ron were going to do something to make up for the way they treated her
during the summer break. It was working
wonderfully; since it was in their best interest to keep her from books of any
sort. She had to admit she was enjoying
how much they were doting on her and giving her their undivided attention.

The air still had some warmth to it; that wasn�t too intense
like the summer heat; but enough to make the small current of cool air feel
good as it caressed against the skin.
Their lunch was nearly gone. Ron
had a bigger appetite between hers and Harry�s combined; but he argued he
didn�t get much to eat since he was really late getting to breakfast on time.

Hermione had spent her time with the boys today; the
highlight of the day was after their picnic when they took a stroll down to the
quidditch pitch; the surprise for Hermione was them
trying to teach her how to fly on a broom.
Despite her protests not to do so, they persisted
her until she gave in. She got in the
front on Ron�s broom while he held her from behind and took her for a few spins
in the air. Hermione was scared out of
her life; screaming at the top of her lungs that she wanted to be put
down. Her eyes widened at how high they
were up in the air and when Ron went to go diving at full speed towards the
earth below she squeezed her eyes refusing to open them until their feet
touched solid ground.

Hermione hyperventilated; unable to catch her breath; she
wanted to desperately scream her hysterics at the both of them; but couldn�t
find her voice for the moment. They both
were snickering behind her back as she stormed off the field to go back inside
the castle.

They ran after all to say sorry, regardless of their
chuckling. She had already forgiving
them, but liking to see them sweat for teasing her, knowing how she had a fear
of flying.

Later on that day, after dinner; Hermione was able to do
something she wanted to do since the day began; study. She left Harry and Ron with smirks on their
faces; still feeling the giggles from earlier today about her fabulous stunts
on a broom. Must to her annoyance they
told the whole of Gryffindor about how she did with Harry teaching her the
basics on flying a broomstick and the antics of Ronald Weasley who took it upon
himself to scare her shitless; pulling that stunt in the air.

As she walked the quiet hallways alone, she heard whispering
coming from another direction it sounded to get closer, as she walked straight;
it sounded to come from the left of her.
She than heard giggling, probably some female students
gossiping about nothing in particular.

�Did you see the way she looked today? Probably thought she actually looked cute
too,� a high nasal voice stated; sounding awfully familiar.

Whoever they were talking about, it surely caught Hermione�s
curiosity; she wanted to hear more; but noting that eavesdropping wasn�t good
even to do so on mindless gossip. She
started to walk on again determined to ignore their banter.

�Yeah, it was so disgusting too how she let him touch all
over her; I can�t see how they could even stand to be around her; especially
now all of a sudden; there�s nothing special about her, she�s just sooo�plain!� the other voice whined.

Another voice, a third giggling adding, �Those pigtails she
had in her hair; were atrocious! I can�t
believe the Harry Potter would want to touch something on the likes of
Granger.�

Hermione halted to a complete stop; she stared straight into
the hall eyes wide and the feeling of sadness washed over her. She was in disbelief as well because she knew
who two of those voices belonged too and utterly shocked by who they were
associating with.

�I just don�t understand it, for a whole week neither boy
attempts to be friendly with her and than now all of a sudden they�re the
golden trio again? It doesn�t make any sense at all,� Hermione recognized that
voice as Parvati Patil; Padma�s
twin sister.

�Hmph, as long as the Slytherin
guys don�t see Granger as eye candy I really could care less,� that was Pansy
Parkinson; which meant the last person part of their gossip group was-

�I don�t like it, all the girls in school finally seen a
chance to be near Harry and Ron when she was out of the picture; like replacing
her in their little clique. I change my
mind about her! She�s not plain at all, she�s inhumanly ugly,� Lavender Brown�s
voice spat.

Parvati laughed, �Aww don�t be
that way Lav; its okay to be jealous, we all know how
bad you wanted to be both of their friends,� she nudged Lavender in her side a
few times. �My sister thinks they can�t get risk getting rid of her; she is the
brains; Padma thinks it�s all they see she�s good for so they keep her around.�

�Sounds like something a Slytherin would do,� Pansy laughed,
smirking at the two Gryffindors. She
flipped her shoulder length brown hair from out of her face; adjusting her head
band. Her hair had grown longer since sixth year and she decided to keep it
that way.

It wasn�t uncommon to see inter house relationships
occurring now among the students of Hogwarts: School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After Voldemort�s
fall, the students from all four houses starting to interact more among each
other, getting to know each other better and putting aside difference; even
differences which separated the Slytherins from the Gryffindors. Pansy, Lavender, and Parvati had immediately
found they had much in common; mainly all three girls were shallow in
Hermione�s opinion.

Their voices were getting closer as they continued to
badmouth Hermione�s looks and the why�s and how�s of Harry and Ron being her
friend; and how could they befriend such an uninteresting girl like she.

It hurt; and she ran. It was an immediate reaction in her to
run; she didn�t want them to find her or get caught; she knew she�ll give it
away; give away that she heard them.
Calling her insulting things, that would- did hurt her feelings. Tears burst from her eyes; blurring her
vision as she ran.

She ran towards the Astronomy tower; knowing that most
students would be spending their time else where. Since this was during a time
where most students didn�t use the tower for other things not pertaining to
studying. Hermione bumped hard into
something solid. The impact almost
knocked her off her feet without making an effort to make whatever she ran into
move in the slightest. She stumbled a
few times trying to get her footing before she really did fall on her bottom.

She felt two strong hands on her shoulders; holding her
steady and she realized that the thing she bumped into was a
somebody. She saw all black, and
she gulped her tears and hurt momentarily forgotten; as she slowly forced
herself to look up at Professor Severus Snape.

He looked down at her, scowling feeling that she was able to
stand without being a klutz, he let go of her, pushing his arms down to his
sides. �Is it possible for you want to crave attention to yourself Miss
Granger?�

Hermione wasn�t paying attention at all; her mind was
rapidly contemplating if he was going to give her a detention or worse. Just her luck she would have to run in the
corridors; but of all people run right smack into Snape.

�Miss Granger, do stop staring at me and respond to the
question,� he snapped.

�What question sir?� she asked, quickly wiping away at the tears that stung her
eyes. She was biting her lip nervously
and to prevent herself from continuing her small sobs.

�The question about you craving the need to gain attention;
don�t think I didn�t see your�display of affection with Potter this morning
during breakfast or even now as she incessantly are in hysterics about
something; obvious not needing you to shed tears in such a manner that you
forget yourself as Head girl and your mind for bumping into my person; I should
think that deserves a detention,� said Snape smirking at the expressive look in
Hermione�s face.

She was utterly speechless; she went from sad, to hurt, to
angry, to disbelief, confusion; back to hurt and she couldn�t form not one
sentence. She couldn�t believe he had
the audacity to say her crying was worth crap; she couldn�t help it! She didn�t
tell Pansy, or Lavender and Parvati to say such mean things about her; she knew
she wasn�t the most beautifully gifted witch alive but was she that hideous to
look at? And what the hell did he mean
crave attention and affections from Harry? There was nothing going on between
her and Harry, hell she was still overwhelmed he wanted to make amends with her
today. Not able to form any coherent sentence out her mouth and not wanting to
risk Snape getting angry with her; she just sighed and hunched her shoulders
looking at him waiting for her punishment.

�When do I have detention sir?� she softly asked. The fight was out of her today; her happy
mood was gone; usually small things didn�t get to her; any other time she knew
she would have confronted all three of them for talking behind her back like
that and maybe hexing them for good measure; but lately she felt a small change
in her personality or whether to say the personality she built to protect her
real self; the insecure, vulnerable, self that was still fabricated in the
shape of a smaller child version of herself.
The one she had wanted to hide from everyone when she came to the
Wizarding World and replace it with a more confident and sure her; the one who
was the brains behind the trio; who gave and received advice who lived for the
danger and excitement of joining Harry and Ron on their journeys when they were
facing death in the face when Voldemort still lived. That part of her was still in there
somewhere, otherwise she would have never been a Gryffindor she suppose; but it was slowly slipping away by forces she for
once didn�t understand at all.

She wasn�t listening to a word Snape was saying; but she
caught the last part about him not giving her a detention and she should watch
where she walked. She just nodded to
him, saying good night and continued in a much calmer pace to the Astronomy
tower until she stiffened.

Professor Snape heard it as well, their sniggering, their
name calling, their stupid envies. The three girls suddenly became still and
their mouths closed into a tight line.

�You three can never get enough of mindless gossiping; and
Merlin help us all the day a Slytherin got along with
Gryffindors. Who would have thought people from the different houses shared the
same things in common; 20 points from Gryffindor and 5 from Slytherin for your
indecent conversation; good night ladies,� he sneered; he hated taking points
away from his own house; that Parkinson girl really got on his nerves.

He watched in much satisfaction as the three gossips walked
in a sort of run- jog to get as far away from Snape as humanly possible. As their forms grew less and less visible to
him down the hallway; he turned his attention back onto Granger. Her shoulders were hunched up and she was as
still as could be.

Hermione was hoping they didn�t see her or that Professor
Snape would add insult to injury. She
was grateful he didn�t and stuck by his morals as a teacher; making it his duty
to take away house points just because they were saying cruel things about her;
even if he took pleasure in taking away more from Gryffindor than
Slytherin. It annoyed her, but she felt
some small part of satisfaction.

�Miss Granger, in the future try not to let things like that
effect you again; I don�t want to run into anymore sobbing young students,� he
said; looking at her face.

�Yes sir, thank you Professor Snape,� she turned back around
and decided to go to the library than back to her head dorms to finish her
homework for the night and cuddle Mr. Shadow Paws as well. She heard the retreating footsteps of boots
on stone marble disperse away from her in the opposite direction. She was
pretty sure without needing to turn around that the robes were doing their
excellent performance of billowing silently behind him in the wind he created
by the speed of his walk.

�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�

Chains, chains,
chains, chains�everywhere chains�

Hold me captive my
Master,

Sin
for me Sweet Child of mines.

Let me lust for you my
faithful servant,

Love for me Demon
Child of mines.

These Dolls are
special dolls� You manipulate them by putting shackles on one of their arms to
keep them together. The taste of freedom, is no longer�

Bondage.

The act of bonding
someone to something�to hold captive, to make submissive�

The Princess Doll
should be forever glowing with purity�Chastity is eternal as long as paradise
is eternal.

Not that
others blame you for your faults�and neither should you.

Who would want to be
pierced and tainted by the seed of a twin?

Me�

I want to know- the
feeling of love�the kind of love he could show me�

Than remain curse, die
a thousand deaths�before you beg for freedom�

I wouldn�t hurt her�

You tell lies than�

You�re selfish, in
your mind she�s already yours�

Yes, it�s sick and
twisted�But you don�t care�its not your fault�it never was�

So let�s spend time
right now having fun�

I know! Let�s ready
the materials for doll making its quite simple.

Let�s make one in the
shape of the one who�ll suffer the most�That one is easier to make because in
reality; she is already in my clutches.

The games of truth and
lies have already begun�

�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�*�

Once again I ask�anyone out there willing to be a beta one
with good knowledge in Harry Potter and better literature skills than me�HELP
ME DAMN IT PLEASE!! (coughs)
so yeah please I need ya help. Anyways nice to know people like this thus
far; I�m hoping I starting to give clues as to where this will sort of lead to
while still having you completely in the dark.
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