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The Prize	By : Kvarta Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(IN)SANITY CHECK
Sun was high on the sky when door opened and Hermione Granger creep in to the room. He turned, gazing at her general direction. The girl froze on the spot, mixture of mild fear and happiness written on her face. He motioned for her to come closer, and girl’s shoulder visibly relaxed. Pacing to him, dragging the chair along the way, she begin to babble
- Professor, I am so glad to see you are all right! Poppy told me that it is time to tell you about,…about…., that…. – stuttered girl
- I could care less how you feel Miss. Granger. Tell me what I want to know and leave. – he waved a paper in front of her nose to stop her from talking, she took paper and then return it to him
- What do you want to know? Yes. Right. – she sighed – Professor, I swear, I’m not making this up. I have whiteness and memory, and…
- Not interested in your sanity as well. Spit. It. out. Miss. Granger. –
- Well as you remember…, do you remember talking to Harry professor? Giving him your memories? –
  - I was bitten by the snake and thus temporarily incapacitated, and now as a result of exposure to snake poison unable to speak, not obliviated. – he glared at her, the little menace started to annoy him the moment she walked in to the room. She read the line and blushed
- Right. Well, we were about to run and leave you. You were…, you appeared as you were dead, Sir. – she glanced around and then leaned to him whispering – In fact, Sir, you were dead. For real. –
- May I suggest you to look up definition of “dead”? –
- I know definition of dead, Sir. I know how dead looks like. You were dead. – she raised her chin, he closed his eyes pinching the root of his nose, motioning to her to continue – Well, that woman appeared out of nowhere, but…at the beginning we didn’t know she is a woman. She didn’t…, anyway, she was glowing and it looked like she had wings. –
- Miss. Granger, humans do not glow, they do not have wings. Not to mention, one cannot aparate in to the Shrieking Shack. – the girl was obviously mocking him – Would you be so kind to tell me what happened instead of telling me fairy-tales? –
- I swear it professor; Harry and Ron saw it too. She told Harry and Ron to go, but told me to stay as a witness. She open your shirt sir and … and … - girl blushed, inhaled deeply and continued more calmly – She put one hand above your wound Sir, the other on your chest. Snake venom was pouring out of the wound, and then some of the blood returned to you.
- Miss. Grainger are you sure, you did not suffered from head injury before my alleged death? -
- Quite sure Sir. She was just pressing hand on your chest and chanting, and the wound closed. She was chanting for few minutes and… then… - her all face turned red – I’m sorry Sir.
- Miss. Grainger!!!!!!!!!!!!!! –
- Yes. Well, you see…she leaned to you, and I… it looked like she is going… I’m really sorry, Sir. It looked like she is going to kiss you. – she blurt it out in one fast gasp – But she didn’t. She just blow in to your lips, and you start breathing again. When you start breathing, she stopped glowing and just looked like any other normal person. –
- Is that all, Miss. Grainger? –
- You can call me Hermione, Sir. All other professors does so. –
- Miss. Grainger!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I asked you a question. –
- Her magic professor, it is different. She don’t use wand, not that I saw one. When she casted protection over me, to join Harry and Ron you know, I could feel it, in the air. But,…. – girl trailed off and he glared at her.
Hermione stood up and started to pace out of his sight range, muttering. He was not sure if she was talking to him or herself, but her behavior unnerved him. He was listening to her frantic mumbling.
- Her hand on professor’s chest, she paled. I could see it, she did. She looked like she lost blood fast. I thought at the time…. but it is impossible, not in that way,….It must be! There is no other explanation. –
He was snapping his fingers to call her attention, but Hermione continued to mumble and pace. He tried to push chair at her, using a bit of wandless, silent spell-casting. Much to his surprise, on the slight motion of his hand chair slide across the floor and Hermione landed on its seat, squealing. The same way chair glided towards the girl, it glided back to original position. Hermione looked scared.
“Merlin’s balls, what was that?!!! How did I do that?”
- You could just call me professor. – squeaked Hermione and he grunted
- I did not know that you are that dense Miss. Grainger. –
- I am not dense, Sir. I know…, well, at least I think I know, what she did to you. –
- Care to enlighten me or is all in purpose of yours entertainment? -
- She performed a blood magic, Sir. When she opened your shirt, there was no blood on your skin. But, when she cast a spell on me her hand AND your chest had blood. I read about that sort of stuff in the Forbidden …. – she stopped mid-sentence and covered her mouth, eyes wide and scared
- By your reaction Miss. Granger, I wager that you did not had permission to be there. -
- No, I mean yes, professor. Well, you see, I was looking for information on holcrucxes, Sir. To help Harry. I did sneak in, but… -
- Sneaking in and taking what is not yours is not something I put beside you Miss. Grainger. – he sneered – It is entirely different and worrying thought that you know so much about Dark Arts, specifically about that branch of Dark Arts. -
- Ummmmm, yes. Oh I don’t know much, it was just… Right, it was in the book, and I just peaked a bit. Well, that is all I know. –
- I am sure that you “peaked” more than “a bit”, Miss. Granger. Can you tell me who that mysterious woman might be? –
- I don’t know, Sir. She never told her name, not even to Kingsley or Aurors later on. She is a bit of a trouble for the Ministry; she didn’t give any information about herself. – Hermione blushed again – I think she fancies you Professor. – he rolled his eyes
- You are out of the line Miss. Granger. –
- I know Sir, I’m sorry. –
- If I could, I would deduct points from Gryffindor for your insolence. –
- Professor, are you going to teach Potions again? – she stunned him with that question. He honestly did not know what he would do with his life
- That is none of your business. –
- Well, sort off it is. You see, I will be back to Hogwarts, I already submitted my plea to finish my 7^th year and my N.E.W.T. Sir. –
- I wonder if Potter and Weasley are as enthusiastic about returning to school as you are. –
- Oh no, Sir. They received permission for early admission to Aurors training they will start soon. -
- Miss. Granger, if you do not have any more important information, send someone who does. –
- All right, Sir. – she looked sad, walked to the door and glanced behind shoulder at him – I am really glad you are all right Sir. –
He traced her exit than turned to face the wall. Uneasy feeling coiled in a pit of his stomach. All of that sounded like a badly designed and strangely elaborated lie, and he would be more than happy to dismiss that lie. Nagging question was, if it was a lie – to what purpose, if it was not – that alone brought not one but a mounting of other questions and concerns. Few moments later Poppy marched in the room.
- You are a buffoon Severus, and a big one at that. – he allowed all his annoyance and anger to spill in his eyes – Don’t you give me that look! Hermione is crying. What did you do to her? –
- Nothing. If she can’t take a bit of criticism … - paper was yanked from him
- That little girl sat next to your bed and watched over you night and day. You had better apologize to her properly! She told you the truth. –
- Glowing humans with wings? –
- Wings or not, that young woman did save your life. Moreover, she is very much alive, I am drinking tea with her once a week. She knitted that wound nicely, and cured you from poison, you are very well aware that Arthur Weasley was bitten by that abomination of a snake and almost didn’t survive. – he nodded – Your wound never reopened, never leaked a droplet of blood in all these months. Yes, I know the woman and I can tell you that appreciate her company, and no!, I won’t tell you single word about her. I’m going to send you Harry, and I will give him permission to hex you if you are mean to him. – he rolled his eyes and grunted once again, but Poppy already left the room. Soon after Harry walked in.
- Good day, Sir. – he arched an eyebrow, Potter calling him Sir on its own accord was bordering on insanity – I won’t tire you much. I just wanted to say thank you for all that you did. And to apologies for being such a prat to you. –
- What do you want Potter? – suddenly he felt a need to be extremely careful
- I know you don’t like me Sir, and you have every right not liking me. Not only my father but me as well, we didn’t give you much reason to like either one of us. If you ever find enough good will to talk to me Sir, I’d appreciate if you could tell me about my mother. –
- Potter, Poppy told me that you have information for me, not your life story. –
- Yeah. I’ll be quick. I did all I could, and I’m still doing it and will continue to do so, to tell about your bravery and how much of a hero you are Sir. You are about to receive Order of Merlin, you are granted an honorary pension, if you want it, and you will receive a housing inside the wizarding community. If you wish, you can resume your post at Hogwarts as a teacher. You don’t have to work Sir, if you don’t want to. You are a hero. –
- If you believe in that Potter, you are a bloody fool. –
- Only, I know for a fact that Minister will ask you for a favor. – Potter ignored his remark, continuing to speak and Snape frowned and narrowed his eyes, he didn’t like the sound of that – I persuaded him that you receive a proper compensation for that favor. –
- What kind of favor. –
- I can’t say, they made me promise. –
- What do you know about the woman? –
- Not much Sir. She appeared, pushed me aside and sent me away to “do my duty”, Hermione stayed with her. We’re not allowed to see her, only Poppy can. Kingsley is not much willing to talk about her, but he is losing his patience. – he raised an eyebrow intrigued, Kingsley was like a rock and tough one to be influenced by someone attitude, Potter continued to speak - Woman is strange. –
- Strange, Potter? –
- Yes strange. Sir. Her magic…, her… When she helped you, she surrendered voluntarily, she didn’t resist. The word among the Aurors is that she is a highly skillful Occulumens, Sir. –
- What about Legislemency? –
- We don’t know, she never used that skill or indicated that she can. One would presume that she could use it. –
- I see that at least my time with you was not completely wasted Potter. –
- Thank you, professor. Anyway, she shown resistance to Veritaserum as well. –

- Torture? – Snape knew that even if something like that would be denied, Ministry and DMLE was not abuse that particular form of information extraction, Harry shuffled uncomfortably on the chair
- Impossible. Her shield charm is… like I never see before, like a protective bubble. – Snape eyes darkened, vivid image of Nagini in the protective bubble came to mind, Potter seemed too caught on that – But not, not like the one snake had. You can’t see it but you can feel it. It is reflective. Protective but not offensive. –
- Reflection spell, is offensive and defensive spell, you should have known that IF you payed attention in my DADA class. -
- Yes. – Harry lowered his eyes – Everybody say that she is extremely powerful witch, but she don’t use magic at all since she saved you. –
- What are her demands, if she has them? –
- She don’t have any demands. She is…, they tried to lock her up in Azkaban. –
- Tried? –
- Yes, Sir. Dementors are afraid of her, guard form Azkaban asked Minister to remove her from the prison. –
- Daily Prophet? –
- Ministry keeping her in one temporary holding cell. News are not informed that she is still here. – he paused – Sir? – Snape looked at the boy and frown, motioning him to ask – I could arrange, if you want, to bring you all Prophets and other newspapers since end of war. I know that information there…, but it will give you general idea what was going on in past several months. –
- That would be acceptable. Thank you Mr. Potter. Is that all? – Severus had to admit to himself that talking to Potter was easy, even pleasant, after he pushed old hostility aside. Unlike Granger girl, Harry had simple tracked mind, easy to follow and jet surprisingly sharp on occasions. Granger’s mind reminded him of his own mind at that time, to fast-tracked and organized in painful chaos of different ideas only he could track.
- Yes, Sir. I won’t tire you any more, professor. – Harry smiled, trying to hide his surprise at professor’s sudden and unexpected politeness, and walked out of the room, leaving him to wonder if he is insane or everybody around him lost their minds. Strange woman picked his interest and raised his suspicion, he had bad feeling about her and that sensation rarely failed him.
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