A/N Hi everyone I am so sorry for disappearing on you all. I was planning on editing TVWOH and ended up deleting the whole thing by accident. I was gutted beyond belief. But I promise to put the story back up. I'm re-editing the chapters so it might be a few days until it's all back. Plus it's going to be split into the 3 Parts, unlike last time when it was one big bulky story. Xx

Part One- Hogwarts

Chapter One

Hermione had warned Harry that they were walking into a trap but he, being the stubborn fool that he was, didn't believe her. So here they now were Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville and herself fighting against Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic. All so that Lucius Malfoy could obtain a prophecy for his Master; a prophecy which he believed was about Harry defeating the Dark Lord. A prophecy that had gotten Harry's parents killed all those years ago during the First Wizarding War.

Now they were running through a dark maze with shelves filled floor to ceiling with thousands of glass jars that held prophecies in them. Hermione's only hope of them surviving was Professor Snape reaching the other Order members in time and that they would be here soon.

Just then there was a loud bang as Ginny Weasley cast the reducto spell at a couple of Death Eaters causing an avalanche of jars to fall crashing to the ground, in a domino effect towards them. They ran as fast as they possibly could towards a door, somehow managing not to get crushed in the onslaught of falling jars and broken glass.

The room they fell into was strange, it was empty except for an archway that had peculiar whispers coming from it that sounded both haunting and beautiful, as if it was trying to entice you to it. The whole thing seemed to a have a feeling of foreboding about it and was obviously something dark. But why something like that was at the Ministry was beyond anyone's guess.

Before any of them had the chance to move, swirls of what looked like black smoke came flying into the room surrounding them. Everyone except Harry had been captured by a Death Eater. With wands pointed to their throats, all Harry could do was look on at his friends in guilt and fear.

Lucius appeared in front of Harry, his hand outstretched as he walked slowly towards the boy who held on tightly to the prophecy with a sweaty grip.

"Give me the prophecy Harry and all of your friends shall live." Even though Lucius's voice held the same amount of haughty smugness to it, the stress was clearly etched on his aristocratic face. He was so close he could feel it. The Dark Lord would be pleased with him and hopefully then would forgive his past mistakes and would spare his family. If he failed this mission however, then the outcome would be unthinkable, therefore failing was not an option.

"Don't do it Harry." Neville shouted bravely from the clutches of Bellatrix Lestrange, the witch who had tortured his parents into madness with the cruciatus curse. Although he should fear her, he didn't. He hated her with every fiber of his being.

Gripping Neville by the hair, she yanked his head back to quieten him digging her wand painfully into the side of his neck.

"Quiet you filthy blood traitor or I'll do to you what I done to your mummy and daddy dearest." She hissed, every word spoken from her high pitched voice was steeped in madness.

Harry looked around at his frightened friends faces. How could he have let them follow him into danger like that? This was all his fault. If he had just listened to Hermione's warnings, then this wouldn't have happened. So with those thoughts Harry made a decision. He just hoped it was the right one.

Reaching out his hand he placed the prophecy into Lucius's outstretched gloved hand gently, then took a step back and watched the wide grin spread across the pale Death Eaters face, relief flashing in his grey eyes.

Just then there were multiple flashes of bright white light as order members began to arrive, wands out sending curses flying towards the Death Eaters. A burst of red light shot straight into Lucius's back, propelling him forward onto the ground. Unable to do anything he watched as the prophecy fell from his hand and smashed on the floor. Dread filled him at the realization and impending outcome. He had failed his Master, and for that consequences would be suffered. Punishment would be brought to his family.

"Get away from my Godson." Sirius Black said menacingly, standing side by side with Harry.

Their reunion was short lived however as all over the room battles erupted between order members, students and Death Eaters. Curses of red and green light flew through the air in all directions. It was madness.

Amongst the fighting Hermione battled valiantly, dueling against any Death Eater who crossed her way. The adrenaline pulsated through her veins, taking over her fear, as she shot spell after spell towards the enemy. All the while ducking and maneuvering away from curses aimed at her.

The battle was fierce as jinxes, curses and hexes went flying around the room in all directions, no-one sure of who shot what, or which one was aimed at who. It was dangerous. But everyone was so caught up in the fighting and focused on themselves, as it was the only way to stay alive.

Neville was the first to go down, as he was caught by a fairly harmless hex. Then Ron was hit by a jinx causing him to fall into unconsciousness. Order members couldn't stop to check on the students, for the number of Death Eaters outnumbered them and the fighting still raged on.

The battle however, didn't go unwatched. A Death Eater lurked in the shadows, watching and waiting unnoticed by the rest of the fighters. Although he watched with rapture, his attention was mostly drawn to the curly haired witch, who was so graceful in her movements and was so courageous, as she fought against another Death Eater named Antonin Dolohov. The lurker watched as the Death Eater cornered her in the shadows, hitting her in the chest with a purple curse. Screaming in pain she fell to the ground as darkness engulfed her.

Dolohov sniggered as he watched Hermione fall, his lips turning into a sneer, before he himself was hit by a curse. The lurker watched, pulling back further into the shadows as he smelt a child of the moon close by.

Remus Lupin had seen Hermione get hit by Dolohov's curse, so hit him with one of his own. Checking on Hermione, he had to rush away as his attention was soon captured by Harry, who was screaming in grief and anger.

Bellatrix was sniggering at him as they watched Sirius being hit with the Avada Kedavra curse, before falling into the veil of the archway and disappearing. Remus ran to Harry engulfing the grief stricken boy in his arms.

"I killed Sirius Black." Bellatrix sang and cackled with glee, before running away from a vengeful Harry.

Anger and hatred engulfed him as he glared at the woman who took away the last of his family. Breaking free from Remus's arms he ran after her with only one thing on his mind. Revenge. With loud pops, the other Death Eaters began to apparate away one by one, while the other Order members tied up the injured Death Eaters. They quickly followed Harry out to the corridor as both Voldemort and Dumbledore arrived, leaving the unconscious students in the other room, thinking that they were safe.

When everyone had gone the lurker pushed himself out from the shadows and walked over to Hermione, unnaturally silent and quick in his movements as he peered over her still body.

She was still alive and breathing but the pain she was in after that curse hit her was immense. He could hear her heart beating rapidly. The lurker hovered over her small crumpled body and sniffed her, his vibrant red eyes turning black with hunger as soon as he caught her scent. The smell that radiated from her was so intoxicating to him, drawing him in with want and need, too weak to resist the thirst.

Dropping to his knees, he cradled her head in his hands almost lovingly, brushing her hair away to reveal her slender pale neck. Bending his head once more he smelled her again directly above the spot where her artery pulsed. Her smell was so much stronger here causing him to shiver with need. She smelt so sweet and pure and he knew that he just had to have her. Licking her warm refreshing skin, he tasted just a small hint of what was to come, he could no longer resist temptation. Sinking his teeth into her neck, he finally tasted the sweetness and warmth of her blood and shuddered with ecstasy.

Hermione's eyes flew open as she let out a piercing scream, as pain engulfed her neck and body.

Remus ran into the room after hearing her agonizing scream, his whole body stiffening as his werewolf senses were at once heightened by the lurker, he hadn't smelt his presence before now. The smell and essence of a vampire.

Following the sickly sweet cold smell, he saw them almost at once, horror filling him at the sight.

"No!" He roared. "Get away from her." He flung curse after curse towards the vampire before running towards them, the vampire simply looked up at Remus, a look of distaste on his beautiful pale face. His mouth and teeth were red with Hermione's blood. The smell of werewolf hit him instantly and with unnatural speed, he ran and disappeared back into the shadows where he came from.

"Hermione." Remus whispered, his voice breaking, as he knelt down to check on her, his worst fears being confirmed at once at the bloodied bite mark on her neck. He was too late.

Scooping her small light body up into his strong arms, he looked down at her pained face, her eyes were clamped shut tightly as she gasped and whimpered with pain and struggled for air. Already her body was burning up and her skin was slick with sweat, as she began the change.

Carrying her delicate body, he took her unnoticed out into the hall. The Minister of Magic and some other officials had arrived with Aurors, who were speaking with Harry and Dumbledore while Order members tended to the injured.

"Albus." He shouted in a distressed voice, unable to hide his grief.

At hearing his name Dumbledore turned, noticing the pained expression on Remus's face and to what appeared to be a lifeless Hermione Granger, cradled so tenderly against him.

Harry too noticed his best friend lying lifeless, and upon seeing her, screamed her name. Having already lost his Godfather, he now feared he had also lost one of his best friends as well.

"Alastor get Harry." Dumbledore ordered while he went to Remus.

Madeye grabbed Harry in a fierce grip, as the boy kicked and screamed out. If only he had listened to her.

"Remus is she…." Dumbledore couldn't finish the sentence, as Hermione was the brightest witch of her time, he didn't want to think of the loss.

"No." Remus said, shaking his head gravely, his face void of all colour. "It's worse Albus, she's- she's been bitten." He stuttered. "A vampire was amongst the Death Eaters. Albus I didn't know." Guilt overpowered him as his voice cracked. He was a werewolf he should have known, should have sensed his mortal enemy, but he had been too pre-occupied with the fight.

Dumbledore looked down at the student he had come to admire and care for, sadness replacing the twinkle in his baby blue eyes.

"I'll take her to my chambers Remus, while she goes through the change. You take care here and tell no-one." Removing Hermione gently from Remus's arms, he apparated them to his chambers and lay Hermione carefully down onto his bed.

He looked down at her as the venom coursed through her veins. It was too late now to stop the change, in a few days' time Hermione Granger would be a powerful newborn vampire and a danger to others.

What was the world turning into that this tragedy should happen to such a bright, caring young witch who had so much potential? How would Hermione feel once she knew? The biggest question he had to wonder was what would become of her?

He sighed sadly before pulling out his wand, sending a patronus to Severus asking him to come quickly.

Severus Snape paced back and forth in his chambers, as he waited for some kind of news. Patience had left him long ago and now he was frantic with worry and anger. It was almost three hours since he had alerted the Order to Potter's vision and to check that Sirius was in the house, and not captured at the Ministry like Potter believed. He didn't do it because he liked Sirius, far from it. He had done it because of the boy and his vow, to keep him safe and out of trouble. Obviously he had failed tonight because by the time he returned back to Umbridge's office, she had disappeared, some students were being sick, and Potter and his merry band of dunderheads had vanished. No doubt going to rescue Black at the Ministry, not realizing they were headed straight for a trap.

Once again Severus had to alert the Order to what was going on and hoped that they would reach the students in time before any harm could come to them.

As a Death Eater and double agent Severus couldn't leave the castle to join the Order and fight in any way. He was not part of the Dark Lord's plans tonight and he didn't even know about it either. If he just simply showed up it would look incredibly suspicious and maybe even blow his cover and that was a risk he could not take. So all he could do was sit and wait and he hated waiting. And what the hell was taking so long?

What had possessed the dunderheads to go to the Ministry alone? What was Harry bloody Potter thinking, putting himself and his friends in danger like that? Honestly did he have no respect for anyone but himself? Severus mentally cursed the boy. Out of all of them though he would have thought Hermione would have talked some sense into the boy and persuaded him that it was a trap. Severus thought she of all people would have seen that, considering she was the brightest witch of her time and the most intelligent student he had ever taught, although he would never admit that out loud.

Something must be terribly wrong for them to be taking so long, he thought as he continued pacing in front of the fireplace, his black robes billowing behind him. If he had any less restraint he would be pulling his hair out by now, not just simply pacing the room.

As if sensing his fears, a burst of white light came bouncing through the room in the shape of a phoenix, Dumbledore's patronus. In the Headmaster's voice he heard,

"Severus come to my chambers quickly and come alone. Do not speak to anyone."

Severus didn't have to be told twice, he was already out of his door before the patronus had even finished the message. He walked with purpose as he strode through the dungeons, ignoring any students who got in his way. Not even paying attention to the students who loitered about. Uncharacteristically for Severus, he gave out no detentions nor did he take away house points from any of them. The only thing he could think of was what he would find out when he reached the Headmaster's chambers. Obviously there was something wrong if he was to go straight there and not just into the office.

As soon as he had seen the patronus and heard the Headmasters grim sounding voice, a heavy feeling of dread built up in the pit of his stomach. Despite what some people may think he did care about the Order and he did care about the safety of his students, especially one student in particular who he had grew increasingly fond of during the last few months.

If anything was to happen to her then he would never be able to forgive himself. He was supposed to protect them all, although he had only ever vowed to protect Potter, he had still felt an obligation towards the others as well. If something happened to any of them tonight because he wasn't quick enough, well he just couldn't let himself think about it. The thought of any of them being harmed, especially her, left him feeling physically sick.

Reaching the gargoyles that guarded the entrance to the Headmaster's office, Severus said the password which was 'parma-violets,' a muggle sweet Dumbledore enjoyed. Stepping into the spiral staircase he made his way up to the empty office, which appeared normal and quiet, but with the quietness brought a feeling of unease.

Walking up the stairs in Dumbledore's office, which led to his own private living quarters, he stopped just outside the door, bracing himself for the worst, before knocking once and entering.

The sight that greeted him did not ease any of the dread he felt. Instead it only intensified things. Dumbledore and Remus sat opposite one another in quiet contemplation, pained expressions on each of their pale weary faces. Severus's presence in the room didn't seem to register with either wizard.

"You wished to see me Albus?" At the sound of his cold silken baritone voice, both wizards finally seemed to take notice of him at last.

"Ahh Severus thank you for coming so quickly. Please sit. We have some grave news to share with you." The twinkle that was normally present in the old man's eyes was gone, only sadness could be seen now.

Reluctantly Severus sat down next to Remus, who he hadn't liked since his younger years, but felt that now was not the right time for petty squabbles.

"I'm listening Albus." Severus said after the silence lingered too long, turning painful and awkward.

With a shaky breath, Albus ran his hand through his long white beard and then looked at the Potions Professor, as if finally seeing him for the first time.

"Where do I begin?" He sighed.

"Perhaps from the beginning, obviously." Severus knew that his reply was clipped and sarcastic, but he was frustrated as hell, as the dread began to change into fear at the way his mentor now acted. It was so unlike the powerful wizard to be so affected by something.

"Now is not the right time to be sarcastic Severus." Remus the always so mild mannered wizard said, a small catch sounding in his voice.

Severus went to reply with his normal cutting remark, his defenses already put in place, but Dumbledore stopped him as he spoke quietly.

"Remus is right Severus, now is not the right time. You already know of Harry's vision. Well it was, of course, a trap to lure him to the Ministry so that he could obtain the prophecy for Lucius Malfoy. The students were met and outnumbered by Death Eaters and fought valiantly until the Order arrived. A battle erupted in the room of the Veil. The injured are now being taken care of by Madame Pomfrey, but sadly there was one life lost."

Fear gripped every inch of Severus's heart as he listened to the words of his mentor. Someone had died tonight, all because of that dunderhead Potter and his need to always be the hero.

'Please don't let it be her' the words repeated again and again like a mantra in Severus's head, as he prayed to all the deity's that she was safe. That it was not her death he would be mourning this night.

"Who?" He asked quietly, almost respectfully.

"Sirius." Remus replied softly. "Bellatrix cursed him before he fell through the Veil."

Severus wanted to sigh with relief that it wasn't her, but even he knew that to do so in front of these two wizards, who were clearly grieving and in shock, would be considered rude and disrespectful.

"That's not all." Dumbledore said grimly. "There weren't just Death Eaters there tonight there was something far worse."

At that Remus stood up and ran his fingers through his messy brown hair.

"I am a werewolf. I should have known. I could have saved her." Remus's voice was angry and full of guilt and pain. Dumbledore stood up and put his arm on his back reassuringly.

"Remus you couldn't have known what was going to happen. There was a battle and you were fighting. Unfortunately you couldn't watch everybody. It is not your fault."

"It is my fault. She should never…" He couldn't finish the sentence as a roar of sheer frustration escaped his lips. This was not the normal docile, kind man everyone knew. This was the werewolf inside of him showing itself to the world in a fit of anger and rage.

All the while Severus sat in silence, listening and observing the two men. The fear now gripping his heart like a metal fist. Remus had said 'her' then 'she would never.' Who was he referring too and what on earth had happened? Once again the mantra in his head repeated over and over.

"What happened?" His voice was a steady calmness, something he was anything but.

Remus looked at him, his eyes filled with sorrow and unshed tears.

"She had been hit by Dolohov's curse and fell." Remus rambled.

"Who?" Severus asked not sure if he really wanted to know.

"I went and checked on her and she was fine except from a concussion and being in some pain."

"Who?" Severus replied again, a steely determination added to his voice.

"I left her there to help the others. I thought she would be safe and then I heard her scream. It wasn't until then that I caught his scent in the air. He was bending over her." His voice broke.

"Who?" This time Severus shouted, something that he never done, but he was now frantic with worry and needed to know.

"Hermione." Remus said gravely.

The one word Severus had been dreading was now uttered so softly, so painfully, that he wished he hadn't heard it. The iron fist around his heart now clamped down around it painfully. While his mind screamed no, over and over again. Not her, anyone but her, he thought selfishly. Knowing it was of no use.

From a normal observer's point of view Severus looked like he normally did, calm, indifferent cold and uncaring. But from Dumbledore's view, he saw every passing emotion in the young man's eyes.

"Severus." He whispered knowingly, shocked by what he saw.

"What happened?" Severus asked needing to know, yet not wanting too. Knowing made it real. Knowing meant that she was hurt. She wasn't dead; Dumbledore had already said one person's life had been lost. "I asked what happened." His voice sounded so cold as he spoke, when no-one answered him the first time.

"Hermione was bitten Severus. A vampire was-" Remus began to say but was stopped by Severus's sudden outburst.

"No." He said shaking his head. "I do not believe you. The vampires refused to work with the Dark Lord." The iron grip around his heart now tore it in half.

"Severus I'm sorry it's-"

"No." He hissed out. "Do not say it. I need to see her. Where is she?"

Standing up abruptly he began to pace the room frantically.

"Severus." Dumbledore said gently.

He whirled around to look at his mentor.

"I need to see her Albus. Please." The last word came out as a plea, as his normally calm voice broke.

Remus watched quietly, never once had he ever seen the cold hearted Potions Professor act in such a way, like he was broken. Not since Lily at school and then at her death. The sudden realization hit him. Severus cared for the young witch, perhaps he had even grown to love her. He knew that Severus once loved Lily Potter, for he had seen how destroyed he was after her death. And now that he finally cared for another woman, she too was taken from him.

Putting his hand on Severus's arm, who visibly flinched at the unfamiliar human contact, he said,

"I will take you to her but remember Severus she is going through the change. There is nothing we can do, we cannot stop it."

Severus couldn't speak for if he did he knew he would break. The carefully fixed mask he wore would shatter and he would be of no use to anyone then. So he only nodded in understanding.

Remus's gazed flickered to Dumbledore who simply nodded his head in agreement, before slowly walking to the door, the figure in black following closely behind.

Reaching the door to the Headmasters bed chamber, Remus flicked his wand allowing Severus to enter through the wards that Albus had put up.

"When she is a newborn she will be powerful. These wards are for protection, both hers and ours. We don't know if she was still have magic." Remus whispered, as a way of explaining things.

Again all Severus could do was nod in agreement.

Opening the door Remus walked in followed by Severus who briefly hesitated. The first thing Severus noticed was how silent the room was, it was eerily so, for someone who was currently changing into a vampire. He had never witnessed it himself, but he had heard stories about how agonizingly painful it was.

Slowly he walked across the room, where he saw her petite form lying in the center of the too large bed. She looked so small and peaceful, as if she were merely sleeping. She was so beautiful and serene and if it wasn't for the rise and fall of her chest, you wouldn't have thought she was alive, as she was so still and pale.

Her bushy brown hair curled and framed her lovely oval shaped face. A face that would never change as she would always be this 19-year-old woman, she would never grow old and she would never become ill. Even when her mind surpassed her 19 years of age her body would remain the same. Although Hermione was technically only 17, the use of the time turner during her 3rd year at Hogwarts caused her to age a further two years.

She was beautiful now in every way but as a vampire her looks would change. It pained Severus so much to think of the life she would now have, a life that she hadn't chosen. And all because of bloody Potter. He would kill him, himself the next time he laid eyes on the pitiful excuse of a wizard, for sheer stupidity and for endangering his friends. For causing this to happen to Hermione. For taking away someone Severus cared for. He had lost Lily to one Potter and now he had lost Hermione because of another. She would be there taunting him, but she would never truly be there at the same time. She would be immortal, dead on the inside and beautiful on the outside. Fate could be so bloody cruel.

"She's so peaceful, so quiet." Severus finally said, stepping towards the bed too the young woman lying in it. "She should be in so much pain. Are you sure she was bitten?" He couldn't stop the hope from sounding in his voice. Maybe they were wrong; maybe she hadn't been bitten and was only lying in the bed because of Dolohov's curse.

"Severus." Remus said sadly walking to the head of the bed and pulling down the bed sheet, revealing the nasty bite mark on her delicate neck.

He couldn't help it, as he gasped in shock at the sight, seeing the evidence in front of him. He had no idea that vampires were amongst the Death Eaters. As far as he was aware the Dark Lord had tried to gain the support of the Volturi Coven, the leaders of the vampire world, but they had said no. They didn't get involved in the world of wizards, it was not their business. The Dark Lord hadn't taken the news very well but he knew that he was no match for them. So whatever vampire done this, went against the Volturi and was probably a rogue vampire.

"Why isn't she in pain then?" Severus asked again, looking at Remus in utter confusion.

Remus pulled out his wand and cast a series of diagnostic spells, revealing her heart for Severus to see.

"She's in an incredible amount of pain, much more than you and I have ever felt before. Look at her pulse rate and heart beat."

Severus looked and saw the erratic beating of Hermione's heart, the iron grip squeezing his own painfully once again, as he could only watch on helplessly. The beating would only get more frantic, as the venom coursed through her veins, before eventually having a heart attack causing the beating to stop forever.

Sitting by her bed, he wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and hold her small body against his. To wake her up and tell her that she would be alright, that this was nothing but a dream and that the pain she was in wasn't real. But he knew that touching her would only cause her more pain.

"What will become of Hermione?" He asked the words sounding pained even to his own ears, but he had to know.

"We don't know." Remus whispered honestly. The tension and exhaustion showing in his own voice. He had just lost his best friend and now this. "We don't know how she's going to act as a newborn. We don't know if she will still have magic, and if she does just how powerful and dangerous she will be. Even if she's a newborn she will still be deadly, she will be hungry and uncontrollable, the blood-lust taking over her mind."

Just then Albus walked into the room with a grief stricken Minerva hanging onto his arm.

"I will be with Miss Granger when she wakens. I have set up all the protection spells just in case." Albus said solemnly.

Minerva sniffed wiping away her tears.

"Oh Albus I can't believe it. Not her." She whispered, echoing Severus's thoughts. Everyone knew how much she favored her Gryffindor cubs, especially the Golden Trio. But over the years she had developed quite the relationship with Hermione, thinking of her as a Granddaughter and not just another student.

Dumbledore sighed.

"It is a shock to us all but no-one must know. If Voldemort hears of this, he will capture her and use her to his own advantage. We can't let that happen."

Severus glared at the man he called his mentor. He didn't need to use legilimency to know what the powerful wizard was thinking. He didn't care two galleons about Hermione being taken by the Dark Lord. Dumbledore didn't want Voldemort to use her for the War, because he wanted to use her instead as some sort of powerful weapon. And all for the greater good of course. At this moment in time Severus had never hated the wizard more. She would just be another pawn in his game.

"How long will it be until she wakens do you think?" Severus turned his glare away from the Headmaster to Remus, who seemed to be a lot more understanding to the young woman's plight.

"At a guess I would say her transformation will be complete in two days." Being a hybrid himself, Remus felt the deepest of sympathy for the young woman. No-one should ever be put through this, especially when they did not choose it in the first place. Also like himself.

"Then I too wish to be here when she wakens." Severus said with determination.

"I don't think that would be such a good idea Severus. For we do not know how Miss Granger will be." Dumbledore said. "I will be with her alone and if she is able to receive visitors, I will send a patronus." As Severus went to protest, Dumbledore quickly cut him off. "I will not hear anymore regarding this particular matter. But I must implore you all that only we four must know for now."

"Very well." And with that Severus stormed out of the room away from the meddlesome old fool and back to his own quarters. He glared at any student who ever dared breathe in his direction. He was in no mood for any brats this evening, and would tear any one of them limb from limb, if they dared stopped him in the halls.

Reaching his own chambers at last, he headed straight towards the firewhisky and poured himself a generous helping. Bringing the glass to his lips, his thoughts went straight to the young witch in the too large bed. In a couple of days' time she would be a vampire.

An angry roar erupted from Severus's chest, as he flung the untouched glass of firewhisky into the fire, watching as it exploded. His breathing was frenzied, as he tore off his robes and frock coat, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his white shirt. Sitting down in his chair feeling defeated, he ran his hands through his lank black hair and whispered just one word,

"Hermione." Tugging at his hair in anger and grief at the loss he felt. For the first time since Lily Evans death, Severus Snape cried for the loss of the woman he loved.