This fic is for Lady Phoenix Fire Rose's Dare entitled "I Thought You Were Dead!" For it, I was given the victim and the murderer and it was my choice on how they died. I also got prompts. To understand how the dare goes, keep reading below.

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The noise of war cries and curses from the battle kept buzzing in Hermione's ear. They weren't loud enough to distract her, not even from the Black lake where she stood now, facing her enemy. Her wand shook slightly in her hand as she faced her old professor. Snape's wand never shook. He held it firmly and kept it pointed directly at her heart.

Neither had made the first step in screaming a curse. Neither had moved. They just stood facing one another like statues.

"What are you waiting for you insufferable know-it-all?" Snape spat.

Hermione gulped. She never imagined she'd have to take down one of her own professors, but Snape was a traitor.

"Waiting for me to return your assignment so you can see your perfect score?"

Hermione frowned, angered.

"You haven't got it in you," Snape continued. "So why don't you do us both a favor and lower your wand. Turn around and head for the safety of your muggle home. You're no match here."

"I'm more than a match for you," Hermione countered, though she has a slight feeling of doubt.

"You're no match for me you silly girl!"

"Why are you doing this?" Hermione suddenly asked.

Snape narrowed his eyes. "That is one thing, you wouldn't understand," he drawled.

Hermione's eyes hardened. The staring match continued. Both were getting restless.

"Enough of this," Snape declared.

"You're quite right," Hermione agreed.

Snape yelled out the stunning curse, while Hermione yelled a body binding curse. The lights of power met in the middle, but Hermione's light was stronger. It pushed both curses into an alarmed Severus Snape who's body went as stiff as a statue. He was right near the edge of the lake. Hermione gasped as she watched his body tip over into the water. His eyes were glued to her as he made the splash. Hermione hurried to the edge, but Snape was already sinking below the black depths. Hermione was dumfounded. Of course the right thing to do was to levitate him out, but now the war cries were distracting. Her friends were fighting for their lives and she needed to be with them and do her part. If she saved Snape now, he would just be adding on to the trouble they were already having.

She made a not so difficult decision. She ran away from the lake. If anyone asked about Snape, which she doubted, she would simply tell them he sunk out of sight.

Unbeknownst to Hermione, a thin, scrawny gray cat had been watching the exchange from behind a tree. She wasn't just any ordinary cat. She understood what was happening around her. She understood the struggle for power and knew there might be little chance of one side winning without much damage. But her concern was focused on the greasy haired man. She had been following him from afar, attempting to judge his true nature. For Snape was a man the cat could not figure out. It was the complex she was drawn to. Everyone else, she knew their story. She knew whether they were truly bad or good, but she herself wasn't choosing a side. The only thing she wanted to choose was to save his life.

After making sure no one else was about, she patted over to the lake. She patted the ground three times with her left paw. Surfacing from the lake came the tentacle of the giant squid. Within her head, she heard his voice.

'It's been a long time Monna'

'Yes it has' the cat responded with her thoughts.

'Why have you come?'

'I've come seeking someone who is worthy. And the one who is worthy, just sunk into your lake'

'A man?'

'A man. Please fetch him out for me'

'It may be too late'

The cat Monna took no concern over the warning.

'It's never to late. Have you forgotten who I am?'

Then tentacle sunk below the surface. After a moment, Snape was rising out of the water with the help of two tentacles wrapped around his body. Snape was gently laid down on the bank.

'Anything else?'

'That is all' Monna told him as she stepped up to Snape.

She crawled onto his chest and inspected him closely. The man was definitely dead. With her left paw, she patted the area over his heart, then she leaned into his mouth; it was the cat's kiss of life.

Where ever Snape's soul was traveling, it was being pulled back down. Snape gave a great gasp. His pupils dilated and momentarily took the shape of cat's eyes. His chest heaved. Then his line of sight came into focus. There was a cat's face leaning over his own. Snape immediately sat up, causing the cat to go flying into the lake.

He looked around as he tried to recall everything. He remembered Hermione striking, actually cursing and killing him by knocking him into the lake. Without realizing it, he felt his back arch in anger. Then his anger turned to confusion.

"If that know-it-all killed me, how am I still alive?"

"I believe that is my doing."

Snape looked around and saw the scrawny gray cat stepping out of the water. She shook herself wildly.

"Did you just talk?" Snape asked.

"Yes. And I am also the one who saved you. My name is Monna. I think we can be of help to each other."

Snape quirked a suspicious eyebrow at her. He reached for his wand and without muttering the curse, he sent the cat flying back into the lake.

"Help yourself," Snape muttered as he stood and left the Black lake behind.

I'm going to go ahead and say that Snape will not gain any special powers because of the cat. If you've ever seen the movie "CatWoman" or seen the series "Sailor Moon", those were kind of my inspirations. This is a humorous fic. I'll see how far we can push that humor. But this is the basis of my challenge. To bring the murdered victim back to life.

So next chapter. Monna and Snape

Review if you will. See you then.