A/N:Depending on reviews, I will continue this story.

Disclaimer: Don't own HP, yadda, yadda, yadda...

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"But Ron, we must tell Harry! He must be feeling so alone right now." Hermione felt torn between the rules and friendship.

"Hermione, Professor Dumbledore said not to tell him anything." Ron knew this reason would work; it has all summer.

Hermione left his room and went to find someone she could try to reason with. As she walked to the dining room, she heard Tonks and Remus talking in there. She heard Sirius' voice speaking with great enthusiasm behind a closed door. She was hoping to talk to him, but didn't want to interrupt.

"Ms. Granger, snooping about?"

Hermione turned to see Severus Snape, arms crossed and a solemn expression. She was desperate to talk to anyone.

"Professor Snape, may I speak with you a moment?"

Severus examined her face. She looked troubled and felt a little pain in his heart.

"Very well, Ms. Granger." He led the way to the kitchen.

With a flick of his wand, Severus prepared some hot tea. Hermione stood against the counter and Severus sat at the table.

"What do you need to talk about, Ms. Granger?"

"I'm feeling very conflicted, Professor." She couldn't quite believe she was going to talk to him. "I want so desperately to contact Harry. I feel so guilty about all this secrecy. Why can't was contact him? Even just to say hello?"

"Professor Dumbledore has his reasons. We all must respect his wishes. Be strong, Ms. Granger. You know you are and you know not contacting Harry is the smart thing."

A voice of reason finally got through to her. And she hated he was the one who did it.

As they remained there in silence, drinking their tea, Hermione realized how at ease she felt.

"It's here! Severus, come to the cellar!" Mrs. Weasley's voice sounded from below.

"If you need to talk again, just ask, alright Her…Ms. Granger?" She nodded. He took his leave through the cellar door to her right. She didn't know they were expecting anything. And normally the adults warned the teens so they wouldn't mess with anything. As wrong as it was, Hermione eavesdropped by the door.

"Let's make sure it works." Snape's voice carried up the stairs, then silence. Moments later, he spoke again. "Perfect."

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Hermione couldn't fall asleep. She was curious as to find out what was in the cellar. She got out of bed and put on her robe. She went to Ron's room to get his help. Thankfully he wasn't in bed yet.

"Ron, come with me for a minute."

"Where are we going?"

"The Order received something today. And they didn't inform us."

The last sentence was the key to getting Ron to partake.

The two Gryffindors headed to the cellar door. All was quiet throughout the house. As they walked down the stairs, they listened to make sure no one was down there. When they got down to the cellar, they stared in awe and curiosity.

"Should we give it a go?" Ron asked.

Hermione looked at the little foggy vials to their left. She picked one up.

"Stay here and keep watch."

Before Ron could protest, Hermione dropped the memory into the pensive and dove in. It was one of Snape's memories.

Hermione watched the scene.

"Severus, please. As Voldemort becomes stronger, we have to have everything secured."

"What is it you want from me, Mrs. Potter?"

"Please Severus, call me Lily, like you used to. If something ever happens to James and me, watch out baby, Harry."

"Lily, you have that mutt, Sirius, for that."

"I mean when he's at school. Sirius won't be there. And, well, I trust you Severus. James knows nothing of what I'm asking you." She placed her hand on his cheek.

"As you wish, Lily." Then Severus smiled…

Hermione watched as Lily left the room, and the memory ended.

"What happened? What did you see?" Ron bombarded.

Without answering, Hermione grabbed the next memory. She was in another Severus memory. She recognized Snape's office.

"He has her eyes…why does he have to have her eyes?" Snape was watching her first year potions class enter the potions room. His eyes fixed on Harry.

"Whoa." Hermione had just found out the reason why Snape always gets angry with him. It must be torture for their professor to look into a student's eyes and see the one they love.

The scene continued.

Hermione watched the younger her anxiously raise her hand. 'I really am an insufferable know-it-all,' she giggled.

The scene ended after Snape finished picking on Harry.

"Bloody hell, Hermione. What's going on? Tell me already!" Ron demanded. Hermione put the vials back on their shelf. She put her finger to her lips and they quietly rushed up to his room.

Hermione explained both memories. Ron didn't pick-up the connection.

"Well, while you try to figure it out, I'm going to sleep." Hermione headed to her room and slept peacefully.

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