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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: and so it has always gone...the characters don’t belong to me u.u; neither
does much else...I’m not claiming any of it... ::little sighs::

Chapter Five:

      Hermione looked up and down the road of Hogsmeade she was on, listening as the
wind betrayed no one. With a deep breath she fleetingly wondered if what she was about
to attempt would actually work and if not, what would happen... She pushed the vague
thoughts into the back of her mind and with a turn and a crack Apparated. But
something went wrong.

      Instead of going anywhere at all, Hermione felt as if she had been flung into a
brick wall, though she remained stationary, and she fell backwards into the street.

      “Of course,” she muttered angrily to herself, tasting blood as she spoke. “I
can’t’ve possibly been the only kid to try and get into Honeydukes illegally.”
Muttering to herself, Hermione stood back up, only to sway on the spot as a headache
hit her. “Damn it...there’s only one other way...please let this work...”

      Hermione closed her eyes and again tried to Apparate. With another crack she
disappeared from the Hogsmeade street and reappeared in a dark, dank, and dusty room.
“Oh good...” she said, looking around at the room in which three years ago they
learned of Sirius’ innocence. With another deep breath, though this one to steady
herself as memories flooded her, she walked from the room and down the creaky stair
case, holding her wand in front of her.

      The Shrieking Shack was as silent as ever, so much so it was unnerving and
caused Hermione’s imagination to make up their own sounds for her to hear.

      “Lumos,” she whispered after swearing to herself that something had moved
upstairs. The tip of her wand glowed almost eerily as she made her way into the secret
passage that led straight to the Whomping Willow. “You’re daft...” she told herself,
“what do you think you’re doing...?” She yawned, then cursed herself for doing so.
“You need to be up much later than this...” she muttered under her breath.

      The tunnel between the Shrieking Shack and the Whomping Willow seemed a lot
longer than it was the last time she traveled it and...what was that?!

      Hermione turned quickly so her wand lit the tunnel behind her. She was sure she
heard footsteps, but she didn’t see anyone...that didn’t mean anything though...

      “Petrificus Totalus!” she shouted, then she waited. No one fell to the ground
and there were no further sounds, but she wasn’t convinced...

      Instead of waiting around, Hermione turned and ran through the tunnel, holding a
stitch in her side when she reached the base of the Whomping Willow. “Nox,” she said
before reaching out with her wand to push the particular knot that rendered the
abusive tree motionless. When it was safe, Hermione stood up and walked from the
Whomping Willow into the grounds of Hogwarts where she found it was raining. Not
wanting to be soaked, she ran towards the castle entrance and held her breath as she
tried to open it. To her immense relief, the door pushed open and Hermione hurried
inside, closing the door behind her.

      Not wanting to waste time, Hermione very quickly made her way to the door right
of the staircase and didn’t stop until she reached a portrait of a bowl of fruit.
Still having to stand up on tiptoe, Hermione reached up and ticked the pear, then
turned the handle that appeared. For the first time, Hermione was glad to see that the
kitchen was filled with house-elves. She scanned the large room, but was spared having
to look for Dobby when he ran into her, wrapping his arms around her waist in a very
tight embrace.

      “Miss!” Dobby cried. “Dobby has been hoping to see Miss or Harry Potter and
Dobby has gotten his wish!”

      Hermione pried herself out of Dobby’s grasp and kneeled so she was level with
him. His large eyes were bloodshot and he had a sort of sickly look to him. “Dobby,
are you okay?”

      The house elf nodded feverishly. “We has been most upset, Miss, but we is okay.”

      “Good.” Hermione swallowed back anger with herself before speaking. “Dobby, I
need a favor.”

      “Anything, Miss!” Dobby said, his reddened eyes lighting up.

      “I need you to go somewhere for me and I need you to be very careful,” Hermione
said, watching as Dobby nodded almost gleefully. “I need you to stay there for an
hour, out of sight, you can’t be seen by anybody, okay, Dobby?”

      “Anything you is wishing, Miss!” Dobby said.

      “Okay...I need you to go to number twelve, Grimmauld Place. Watch around the
house very carefully for any sign of inhabitation or coming or going of anybody, look
for everything, okay Dobby? Prints in the dust, use of the stove, everything.”

      Dobby nodded enthusiastically, listening with wide eyes.

      “And be very quiet, Dobby,” Hermione instructed. “If anybody sees you, leave
immediately. If you see anybody come into the house, watch them carefully. I’ll need
you to tell me who they are and what they’re doing. If nobody enters the house, come
back here after an hour, okay?”

      “Anything you is wishing!” Dobby repeated, now bouncing up and down.

      “Dobby, this is important. I’m counting on you, okay?” Hermione said.

      Dobby swelled with pride. “Dobby will not disappoint, Miss!”

      “Thank you, Dobby.” Hermione stood up and was about to turn around, but paused.
“Dobby?”

      “Yes, Miss?”

      “Has the castle been in use since school let out?”

      “Oh no, Miss,” Dobby said. “We is seeing no one and we is having no work, Miss.”

      Hermione nodded, “okay, thank you, Dobby.”

      “Is Miss wanting to know anything else?”

      “No, thank you.” Hermione waited until Dobby had left, took a single, sweeping
look at the rest of the elves, then left the kitchens before they could offer her
anything to eat.

      The castle was empty...she had an hour, at least...there were three places she
wanted to check and so she headed down through the dungeons, figuring she ought to
start with the nearest. Her feet took her along the familiar path to her potions
classroom and it was with a pang that she realized the chances she’d take this path
again were slim to none.

      Despite the warmth of summer, Hermione shivered. She wasn’t sure at all what
going into the potions room would do for her; Professor Snape hadn’t taught potions
last year...she wasn’t even sure why her mind was on her former professor or even why
it was insisting that he was innocent...how could he be innocent? He’d murdered
Professor Dumbledore...but why would he murder the headmaster?

      Hermione pushed open the door to the potions classroom and found herself in the
familiar setting, nothing had changed... She went over to the teacher’s desk and began
to sort through it. Professor Snape had been playing double-agent...spy for Professor
Dumbledore...there was always the chance that he was somehow doing the same for
Voldemort...but Professor Dumbledore had been so sure Professor Snape was working for
the Order...but he’d have to make it convincing to Voldemort that he had turned
against Dumbledore and Voldemort was hard to fool...

      “Damn it,” she whispered when she found nothing of interest or use within the
desk. She moved on to the office and began to look around. It wasn’t nearly as dark
and dingy as it had been in her second year.

      What was it Harry had said about the night Professor Dumbledore had been
murdered? Draco Malfoy had been charged with killing him, but had stalled and
Professor Dumbledore was calm and quite confident that Draco wouldn’t kill him...then
other Death Eaters showed up and Fenrir Greyback...Hermione almost broke the jar she
was holding with anger and contempt for the foul beast...the Professor Snape showed
up...

      “And then...Dumbledore pleaded with him,” Harry said, furious tears threatening
to spill from his eyes, a look of utmost disgust and fury on his face. “He pleaded
with that no good, sorry and foul son of a bitch and Snape just killed him!”

      Dumbledore had pleaded...? Hermione frowned at the office that had revealed
nothing to her and left it, walking from the classroom and back to the dungeon
corridors. Professor Dumbledore had never struck her as the kind of wizard that would
ever plead for his life...he had...

      Hermione froze, a horrible kind of dawning on her face. He had been pleading
with Professor Snape too kill him... He knew that he was going to die by the end of
the year, that’s why he had taken Harry and taught him everything he had, that’s why
he and Professor Snape had been arguing near the forest.

      Hermione hurried up to the second floor...that’s also why Professor Snape
finally got the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! The position was jinxed
and Professor Dumbledore knew it, he knew that Professor Snape would be forced to kill
him by the end of the year, thereby ending both their careers at Hogwarts... Hermione
stopped...there was still the Unbreakable Vow Professor Snape had taken to protect
Draco...did that...? Perhaps he knew beforehand what Draco had to do, after all,
Professor Snape was playing the part of Death Eater as well... Perhaps he had told
Professor Dumbledore what was happening and Professor Dumbledore had charged him with
making sure Draco didn’t become a murderer even before Snape had made the Unbreakable
Vow and maybe...maybe that’s why he had made it...maybe...maybe he truly wasn’t a bad
guy after all...

      As Hermione was about to push open the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts
classroom there was a sharp crack behind her that made her jump. Had it been an hour
already? She turned to face a slightly disheveled looking Dobby.

      “They is seeing Dobby, Miss!” he cried, wringing his hands.

      Hermione dropped to her knees quickly. “Who saw you, Dobby?” she asked.

      “Bad, bad wizards, Miss! Bad wizards is seeing Dobby!” Dobby looked truly
horrified and he was shaking.

      Hermione put her hands on his shoulders. “Dobby, please, I need to know...who
saw you?”

      Instead of answering, Dobby closed his eyes and covered his face, rocking back
and forth.

      “Dobby, please...”

      “Dobby is being seen by...” he lowered his hands a little, tettering on the
balls of his feet with tears in his large eyes. “He is being seen by his old master
and his mistress’ sister!”

      “His old...” Hermione stared at the elf, trailing off. “Dobby...do you mean
Lucius Malfoy and...and Bellatrix Lestrange?!”

Author’s Note: well...thank you for being patient with me...I wrote the majority of
this at work today...it seems I write the best when I’m at work x.x figure the
odds...the next chapter will probably be out soon...I hope...Anyway, thank you all of
you who read and all of you who review ^_^ Vampy, you continue to remain awesome! And
yes ^_^ I would love a chocolate frog!
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