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The Wandering Road	By : snarky4severus Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 4410 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1 �
The Plotting Begins
As she sat at
the table waiting for her friends, Hermione Granger thought back to the first
time she had come to Diagon Alley. The world was so full of wonder then,
everything was new and exciting. How she viewed the world was also different:
when she was eleven there was only good and evil, black and white; no blurry
grey in between. But now as she approached her seventh and final year at
Hogwarts her view of the world was much more mature: good and evil were
relative terms and sometimes things and people must be sacrificed because
sometimes end justifies the means. Her friends had also come to understand
these workings of the adult world as well. But fighting a war does help to
mature those intelligent enough to look past the short term and her friends had
also realized this truth.
FLASHBACK
She opened
the door and walked into the cabin. �Sorry guys, Malfoy wouldn�t take his rounds
and I had to do it.� She walked over and sat next to Neville in the corner.
�He�s such a
git,� Ron sneered.
�It�s alright
Hermione. We were waiting for you.� Harry stood and started pacing. �We need to
find a way to protect ourselves from any angle. I think that since we can�t use
magic over the hols that we find another project to bide our time.�
�Harry, did
you just say we need more homework? You�re absolutely nutters mate!� Ron
exclaimed. �I thought that Hermione�s job was to force homework on us.�
�Oi Ron, shut
it,� Ginny laughed.
�I think
Harry�s right,� Hermione stated. Everyone looked at the bushy-haired
Gryffindor. �Neville, do you remember what happened in the Department of
Mysteries?�
�Of course,�
he began. �Which part do you mean?�
�Well, we were
not prepared. We should study more spells; offensive magic, defensive magic,
and healing magic. In a battle we aren�t going to be able to ask for a time out
to check a book.�
�That�s a
brilliant idea,� Harry exclaimed. �We should also find out about wands too,
mine won�t work against Voldemort. It couldn�t hurt for us to have a spare wand
either. Neville had to take your wand Hermione, after Dolohov had cursed you �
his was broken. If you hadn�t been there Neville would have been without a way
to defend himself!�
�I agree
Harry. If we give everyone here a task we could be ready before the beginning
of next year.� Ginny stared thoughtfully out the window and twirled her auburn
hair around her finger. �We should probably research a non-magical way to defend
ourselves as well. It would be to our benefit to be prepared for any
situation.�
�Father told
me of a department in the Ministry of Magic that combines muggle technology
with magic. We could try to find out more,� Luna added airily.
Hermione
looked at Luna and nodded. �You and Harry should work together. Harry, you
could research the muggle technology, and Luna, you could look for a way to
make it work even with magical interference. That way we could communicate with
each other without anyone being able to detect a magical signature.�
Harry stopped
pacing and ruffled his messy black hair. �Brilliant! Ginny could research
offensive spells,� he smirked at the auburn haired girl. �Your bat bogey hex is
wicked. And Neville can research the defensive and healing spells, since
protection is your strong point.� Harry nodded at Neville.
�I... I
suppose so,� Neville stuttered.
�I will
research the wand making process and find a way for us to make our own wands.�
Hermione tapped her foot on the floor. �As a matter of fact, I will tell my
parents that I need to go to Diagon Alley before I return home so that I can
gather all the information that I will need. Once I figure out everything that
is involved I can owl everyone and then we can each decide which type of wood
and core would suit our individual needs, power, and how these all work
together.�
�Oi mates. Don�t forget about me now,� Ron said as he mock scowled
and crossed his arms.
�Sorry mate.�
Harry stopped pacing the cabin and plopped down next to Ron. �You are a really
brilliant chess player. Maybe we could use your mind to form some battle
strategies.�
END FLASHBACK
Hermione was
jostled out of her memories by two lumps of orange hair.
�Oww. I can�t breathe
guys,� Hermione gasped.
�Sorry Herms.
Guess we were a little excited.�
�My name is
Her-mi-o-ne, Ronald. Not Herms.�
�Anyway,�
Ginny drawled, �Mom is visiting with the twins and said when we are done she
will meet us at their shop. So let�s go meet up with everyone else.�
�I thought
they were meeting here with us.�
�Sorry
Herms,� Ron said quickly, �but Harry wanted to look at the new Firebolt racing broom and we didn�t want to leave him
alone, so Luna and Neville are waiting there with him.�
�Well I
suppose that makes sense Ron.� Hermione stood up and grabbed her bag from under
the table. �We should probably not go gathering the core items together
anyways. We wouldn�t want people wondering what we�re up to. Ron, why don�t you
go and meet up with everyone else and tell them that Ginny and I will find you
in an hour?�
�Alright
then, but if you haven�t found us in an hour and a half we�ll come looking,�
Ron said sternly. �We want to make sure that nothing happens.�
Hermione
raised her eyebrow in question and Ron laughed before disappearing into the
crowd.
�Where are we
going first, Hermione?�
�Well, to
tell you the truth Gin, I need to go meet someone on my own. I�ve met with him
twice this summer and he has a book that we need. You being there might make
him leave before the hand-off.� Hermione grasped her wand tightly and pointed
it at Ginny�s head. �Defluo!� Ginny vanished
from view as Hermione called out to her, �Gin, go keep an eye on the boys. I�ve
heard that they�re being sought out.�
Ginny didn�t
respond and Hermione took that to mean that she had taken off. Hermione trekked
down the cobbled roads to the restrooms of the Leaky Cauldron. After situating
herself into a stall in the women�s restroom, she pointed her wand at herself
and said clearly, �Canities.�
Hermione
stepped out of the stall and checked her appearance in the mirror above the
sink. She found herself looking at a slightly wrinkled and greyed
woman. �Brilliant!� Hermione exclaimed. It didn�t matter how many times this
was done; it excited her that the spell that she had created worked correctly
every time she cast it.
She pulled
her cloak and hood closer to her body and stepped out into the streets of
Diagon Alley. She started towards the darkened streets of Knockturn
Alley and the Locus of Nex. She had met with a Mr. Burnskin at this particular establishment twice already,
but each time it still managed to give her an uneasy feeling; perhaps it was
just the �place of death� name that gave her the shakes.
Hermione
stepped into the darkened pub and sat at the furthest end of the bar.
The barmaid,
a haggish woman with green hair, asked her, �Wha� kin
I getcha?�
�A double
shot of fire whiskey would be nice,� Hermione said. As the hag left Hermione
was approached by a tall man with wild brown hair and a deep voice. �How are
you doing, Miss Beccan? I hope that it wasn�t too
much trouble to meet me today,� he drawled.
�Of course not, Mr. Degas. I do hope that you have brought that
which I have requested. I would thoroughly hate to have to repeat this
experience unnecessarily. It is quite dirty here, you must realize, and I do
hate getting my robes this filthy.� Hermione scowled furiously. �They really
should purchase a house elf or two; this place is too filthy for the likes of
us purebloods.�
�Indeed. I
must agree. It must be the effect of those filthy mudbloods.
Invading our world and disrupting our culture.� He sneered and pulled a large
and dusty tome from his cloak. �The price is as we agreed upon.�
�One hundred galleons then? But I want to look at it first. Can�t
have you trying to sell me the wrong book, now can I?� She said as she laughed
throatily. �I told you that I would not be taken advantage of.�
�Of course
not, we would not allow that my dear.� He pushed the book across the grimy bar
towards Hermione. She grimaced as she picked up the book. She opened it and
began looking for proof that this was the book of Calypso.
She gingerly
turned page after page, reminding herself to keep a bored look on her face,
until she found the description for assembling dual cored wands. She fought
back a triumphant smirk and instead said, �really now Mr. Degas. I thought that
I specifically asked for the Greek book of Calypso. This book only contains
notes and nonsense of her handmaid. If I wanted a book of gossip I surely could
have gone elsewhere.�
The brown-haired
main gave her a puzzled glance. �Now, now Miss Beccan,�
he drawled, �My sources told me that this is indeed the book of Calypso.�
�Well since
you can obviously read Greek, why don�t you show me where it says that?�
Hermione sneered and pushed the book towards him.
�Well, I
can�t actually read in that language, but I was assured,� he began, but was cut
off as Hermione raised her hand to silence him. �You may have been assured, but
I am quite capable of reading Greek. Would you like me to read it to you?�
Hermione scoffed and snatched the book from his hands. She flipped to a random
page and said, �she is saying right here that Calypso is always having male
guests over, and here, she is describing the work
behind preparing for these events, and it goes on,� she lied smoothly. �There
may be a small bit of information in this book, but there is no way I am going
to pay you one hundred galleons for this piece of gossip!�
He sat there,
thoughtfully rubbing his chin with his thumb and forefinger. �I suppose that
one hundred galleons would be a bit much to charge if it is mostly gossip,� he
paused and stared at her, �but its age alone should redeem some of it�s value.�
�Mr. Degas,
do you really think that this book has value because of it�s
age. How ridiculous.� Hermione bit back a laugh and
said, �Really now, I will pay you for your trouble. I do realize how hard it is
to come by gossip.�
�There is no
need to be snide Miss Beccan. I believe that it is
easily worth fifty.�
�I doubt that
it is even worth the parchment, ink, and binding. I will not pay more than
twenty five galleons for this book, and only because I know that you went to
some trouble to procure this for me.�
�I actually
went to quite a bit of trouble to find this book. I am sorry that it is not what
you were looking for, but I can�t let it go for less than thirty five galleons.
As it is my supplier is going to have my head.�
�That will
do, Mr. Degas,� she said as she pulled a bag of coins out of her cloak and
pulled thirty six galleons out of the bag and left them on the bar. She stood,
while grabbing the book and nodding her head regally towards the brown-haired
gentleman. �Thank you for the drink, Mr. Degas. You are certainly enjoyable
company.�
He nodded his
head to her and said, �A pleasure as always.�
Hermione
stepped out of the dingy pub into the blinding light of the alley, inwardly
grinning. She had not only just recovered the book necessary to make wands, but
she had also slyly managed to pay a lot less than what the book was worth. The
poor man never knew what hit him. �I wonder if he realized that this book is
actually worth thousands of galleons. Although I am grateful he didn�t know the
history of this book, I wouldn�t have been able to acquire it.�
Hermione
hurried through the crowds, making her way to the hidden apothecary. When she
reached the end of the empty alleyway she raised her wand and began tapping the
intricate code that opened the passageway into the store. When the wall opened
up Hermione pulled her hood more tightly around her face and stepped through
the entrance, walking directly into something solid. She looked up and into the
glittering obsidian eyes of her Potions professor.
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