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This Is The Way The World Ends.	By : tulipsaside Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7329 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 8. Reassure Me, Why Do I feel As If I�m in Too Deep?

Over the next few days, Hermione stayed clear of Severus Snape and all the bedlam that seemed to follow him around. She had thought hard on those words he had whispered to her and he was right, she didn�t need to interfere. So, she had turned a blind eye to the number of occasions when he was taunted or pushed to the ground, while walking in the hall. She made no move to speak to him at meals, where he would sit alone hardly eating anything and scribbling forcibly on what seemed an endless ream of parchment. In fact, it was good she was making no attempt to talk to him. She didn�t need to socialize, with him or anyone nor did she need to impress her professors or any other such rot. She was here to fix the future, and if she wanted to return to her world, and have a war-free world to return to, she needed to find the Horcruxes with Harry. Only, Harry was currently causing more trouble than need be. He seemed wholeheartedly uninterested in the whole business of helping Hermione. She had asked him more times than she�d like to remember, to look through old texts and parchments with her, searching for any helpful information at all. Though, he always seemed to have some other place to be.

So, it was with a sense of resentment that she sat down to dinner watching Harry chatting amiably with the Marauders on the Friday before their first Hogsmeade trip. Harry had planned to go with James and Sirius into the tiny village the next morning, completely ignoring her advice that his time could be better spent elsewhere.

"You�re no fun, Hermione." He had said to her before dinner. "Sitting in the library isn�t going to help us. I doubt there�s a book in existence called, 101 Ways to Defeat a Dark Lord." He smiled playfully.

She looked at him nonplussed. " No, but there are old Daily Prophets that might give us some insight into what a particularly dark wizard may be up to."

"Yes, but still, there isn�t much we need to know. We�ve already gotten rid of the..." Harry held up his fingers ticking them off as he spoke quietly, "diary, the ring, that foul snake, the locket from that grubby house-elf�s cupboard, and we know for sure he never got a hold of anything from Gryffindor, so all we need to find out is where the chalice from Hufflepuff is, and if he ever got his hands on something from Ravenclaw. Then we can pop back home destroy it and then take out the seventh bit of Voldemort." He finished, looking down to her with a triumphant smirk.

She had rolled her eyes at him then and stormed toward the Great Hall to eat a bite before heading back to the library to indeed look for some sort of evidence of where Voldemort might have hidden the cup. Disgusted with Harry, who was laughing so loudly at the table with Remus and James that his voice carried across the hall, she threw down her napkin heaved up her bag and returned to the library.

Climbing the last few steps before the great doors of the library, Hermione was surprised to see the Headmaster bidding her a good evening. He kept walking until Hermione�s voice stopped him.

"Sir, could I have a moment of your time?" She asked quietly.

"Of course, my dear." He smiled.

"Perhaps in here, sir." She said, indicating the small alcove to her right. Dumbledore followed her acting as if there was nothing more in the world more important than standing in the dim, small room.

"I�m sure you understand the precarious condition I�m in, Sir. But, I feel you may be able to spread a small amount of light on a few of my theories."

Dumbledore watched her carefully over his glasses, before pulling out his wand and placing, what she was sure, was a silencing charm on the room. He nodded for her to continue.

"You see, Sir, the same dark wizard you�ve been hearing of, is indeed the same we have faced in my own time." Said Hermione, careful not to give away too much. Though, she was sure that Dumbledore was privy to much of what she was revealing.

"Only, he is much, more powerful in our time than he is now. I�m sure you are aware of Voldemort�s interest in Horcruxes?"

Dumbledore�s eyes widened before he spoke, "So it is for certain, he intends to make one."

Hermione took a deep breath before moving on, banking on the fact that the future Dumbledore always seemed so perceptive. "Actually, he intended to make seven." In hindsight she would think telling him was worth the look on Dumbledore�s face.

"Seven!" He spluttered, before stroking his chin thoughtfully and mumbling, "Yes, I can see how that would appeal to him."

"Exactly, only we do not know if he succeeded in all seven." She said feeling for the first time a bit nostalgic for the Dumbledore of her own time, explaining things to her, not the other way around.

Hermione jumped, almost knocking the Headmaster into the wall.

"You know in the future, because you were told in the past�" she whispered more to herself than to Albus.

"I�m sorry dear?" he asked.

She shook her head before looking at him. " The past controls the future because the future has already affected the past by us being here." She could see the Headmaster looking at her questioningly. "You see sir, you tell Harry this in his sixth year because you already knew that he would need to find the Horcruxes before he could destroy Voldemort. You knew you were�" She shut her mouth tightly almost telling the Headmaster of his death. It all made sense. Dumbledore knew he was dying, so he told Harry all he knew so as to prepare him for the fight that the Headmaster was sure to know to come because Hermione had already told Dumbledore.

"Miss Granger you were saying?"

"Yes, sorry, Voldemort, we think never gets to make all seven, well six since the seventh bit is still apart of him. With your help one of them was destroyed, and Harry has taken care of three others in our own time." Leaving out lots and lots of details, she mused.

"We also know that he was in search of magically powerful objects that would tie him into the four founders� strength. He has procured two of the founder�s artefacts one was destroyed, as I mentioned before and we know he never acquired Gryffindor�s. However, we have reason to believe that he has one from Hufflepuff. Though we have no clue where it could be. Our future Dumbledore told us that he had stolen it from a rich elderly woman who collected historical artefacts while he was working for Borgin and Burkes."

"Hepzibah Smith." Exhaled Dumbledore.

Hermione nodded. "Yes, sir, the very same."

"Miss Granger, I thank you for confiding in me, and yes I know exactly of whom you speak, for I have, for sometime wondered as to the real cause of her death along with a few others. What you have said has made a great deal of sense."

"Thank you, sir, but we are no closer to finding the cup or any sign of the last possible Horcrux than we were in our own time."

"Miss Granger, I understand that if we were to destroy the Horcrux now that it would have a significant effect for our future selves?"

"Yes, sir, and I couldn�t possibly fathom the depths of chaos it could cause."

"Then, we shall have to find it in the past to destroy it in the future." He said, smiling to himself.

Hermione felt like she could breathe again.

"Thank you for understanding, sir. Though aside from the cup, we still need to find the Ravenclaw Horcrux if indeed there is one. We are unsure if he ever succeeded in finding one."

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, Miss Granger might you allow me to think on these details before we go further?"

"Of course, sir." She said to him as he removed the wards he had placed on the hallway.

"Thank you again, Miss Granger. I will be in contact with you soon." He said pleasantly, before heading off down the corridor. Leaving Hermione leaning against the cool stone and feeling if she had just started an avalanche of future events.
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