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The Wandering Road	By : snarky4severus Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 4411 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer � I created Hermione and Severus, but I left them
in my car and JK rescued them. Never
leave your favourite toys in your car. Finders keepers, I
suppose. *sigh*

Special thanks to my fabulous Beta � Olweneleanor. She fixes everything for me, before I go back
and mess things up again.

Chapter 5 � The
Aftermath

After an uneventful evening spent bartering with the apothecarist Hermione bundled her goods and apparated home. She
paused at the door, making sure that her wards were still standing, and then
headed in.

�Mum. Dad. I�m home.� The arms of her parents, holding her and
pulling her, mumbling incoherent words into her hair, interrupted her.

�What�s gotten into you two?� Hermione queried, trying to look into the
eyes of her parents.

�Mrs. Weasley spoke to us through the fireplace. She said there was a bit of violence at
Diagon Alley this afternoon. She did mention that you were okay,
but after waiting so long to hear from you we weren�t sure whether you were
safe or not,� her
father said quietly.

Her mother sighed dramatically, �What happened,
Hermione? Were you hurt? Who did this?� Hermione put her hand up to interrupt the
barrage of questioning. �Mum, it was
similar to a terrorist attack. These
things happen here too. It really boils
down to a minuscule amount of the population being unhappy with the way the
world works.�

Both of her parents seemed to calm with this
explanation. �The government is doing
something about it, right?� her father questioned.

�Of course, Dad. Sometimes it just takes the action of the
average people as well. They really are
doing all that they can.� She lied
smoothly, pausing only to gauge their reactions. Deciding that she should push
the truth a bit more she said, �The government has even sent measures of self
defense to each wizarding home.�

After waylaying her parent�s fears and concerns she took
everything upstairs and took one last inventory. Knowing that her choices for shopping would
be impeded she proceeded to make sure that all of the more obscure items were
present in the necessary amounts.

Scowling heavily, Severus strode towards the Headmaster�s
office. Lingering for a moment at the
entrance, he growled at the gargoyle and snapped the password.

He stood as the stairs
carried him to the Headmaster�s door, pondering the situation he found himself
in. Pausing to knock on the door, he
waited until the Headmaster gave him the affirmative to enter before pushing
the door open and heading in.

Making his way towards the wing chair in front of the
Headmaster�s desk, he sighed and sat down heavily.

�Lemon drop, my boy?�
Albus asked as he took one and popped it in his mouth, seeming to savour the sour flavour.

�Albus, get to the point.
You know that I never eat any of your damnable confections.�

�Quite right my boy.
I had only thought that they help to calm me.� Albus paused to stare at Severus. �Do you know what could have given Tom any
reason to doubt your loyalties?�

Severus sighed and put his head in his hands. �Honestly?
Albus, I really wish that I knew.
I haven�t given him any reason to doubt my allegiance.� He ran his hand through his hair, grimacing
at the hopelessness of the situation. �I
did everything he asked and took his crucio like a good
little sycophant.� Severus growled and
stood abruptly, only to begin pacing in front of the fire. The room fell into quiet as the two men
tried to work out the basis for the abrupt scrutiny of Severus and the
uncovering of his double agent status.

The chirping sounds of Fawkes and
the crackling of the logs in the fire were punctuated by sighs and growls. Albus and Severus both looked towards each
other and said simultaneously, �A spy.�

After the tearful goodbyes and excited greetings, Hermione
found herself sitting in a compartment arguing with her friends.

�But it�s Snape,� Ron whigned.

�And he�s a greasy git,� Harry supplied helpfully.

Hermione put her hand up to stop the conversation. �Yes, he�s a mean and sarcastic bastard, but
we could learn from him. Professor Snape
knows more about the Dark Arts than we do, and I�m stuck with him two nights a
week. What better way to make use of
that time than to persuade him that helping us is for his benefit as well?�

Hermione paused and watched the faces of her friends as they
thought about the benefits of such an alliance with the snarky Potions Master.

Ginny looked at Luna and they both nodded. �We�re in,� the auburn haired girl said, �but only
if you can get his agreement. There�s no
use if he�s going to become more of a terror towards us.�

Luna stared dreamily for a moment, before adding her two knuts worth. �It
doesn�t matter how he treats us in class because we understand the reasons for
it, but there would be no reason for it after classes.�

Neville looked out the window and sighed wearily. �You know he terrifies me. But I understand why it needs to be
done. Just don�t leave him alone with
me.�

Ron muttered under his breath angrily and Harry just sighed
in resignation. �I don�t agree, but I
guess I�m outnumbered here,� he declared, �But I still don�t like it.� Harry said,
angrily running his hands through his messy black hair.

Ron looked like he was about to say something but was
interrupted by the compartment door opening.

Draco stood in the doorway, puffing out his chest, staring
down his regal nose as he smirked at the boy-who-lived-to-irritate.

�What do you want, Malfoy?�
Harry spat, his green eyes blazing.

�Yeah, get lost ferret,� Ron growled.

�Watch it Weasel, Pothead.
You shouldn�t talk to your betters that way.� Draco sneered. �I�m here for the bushy haired Mudblood. McGonagall wants all the prefects for a
meeting.�

He smirked and grabbed Hermione�s arm, effectively yanking
her out into the corridor.

�You should have been a Slytherin,� he murmured under his breath, before
snarling, �Watch it Mudblood,� and shoving her into the wall.

�You dim-witted rodent. I�ll teach you to�� Hermione growled, but was interrupted by
Professor McGonagall.

�You�ll do what, Miss Granger?� Professor McGonagall asked as she stepped
between the two.

�I was just going to teach Mal� I mean Draco the spell for
head pain.� She answered, rubbing the
back of her head. �I mean the spell for
healing head pain, Professor.� She
quickly amended as she stepped into the Head�s compartment.

�That�s right Professor,� Draco began, �she said that if
anyone had experience with being� I mean having pains it would be her.�

Minerva stared at the two in disbelief. �Now I�ll have none of this house rivalry
nonsense. You are both seventh years and
almost adults; it is time to grow up. If
my prefects can not get along then I will be forced to find new ones.�

�Oh no, Professor. We were getting along. Really.� Hermione said quickly.

Minerva glanced between the two and sat down on the bench
and began filling them in on their specific duties.

Hermione sat staring out the window into the ever changing
landscape, as animals and houses flew by.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn�t even realize that the
train had pulled into Hogsmeade. She was
jostled out of her woolgathering by a rough shove.

She glanced up to see Crabbe, Goyle, Theodore Nott, and
Pansy Parkinson glaring at her.

�Oh no, the poor Mudblood is all alone,� Pansy said, sarcasm
dripping from every word.

Hermione immediately stiffened and unobtrusively began
reaching for her wand; she knew that she could do some wandless magic, but that
was only for beginner�s spells. For the
more powerful spells, she needed her wand to help focus her magic.

Hermione tried to stifle a giggle as Pansy crossed her arms
to look menacing.

�So you think that you can get away with helping the
traitor, do you?� Pansy snarled as she
stepped closer to Hermione. �You don�t
really think that the Dark Lord would appreciate you interfering in his
business, now do you?�

Hermione stood and towered over the pug faced girl. �Do you really think that we don�t protect
our own? I will never allow Voldemort,�
Hermione ignored the shivers and pressed on, �to kill anyone. Period.�

Hermione quickly pulled her wand out and drove the point
home by shoving it in Pansy�s windpipe.
�Now get out of my way before I am forced to show you why I am the top
of the form.�

In a flash three wands were pointed in her direction; Pansy
tried to point her wand at Hermione, but she was shaking so badly that it
wouldn�t stay focused on her.
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