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Chapter 2: What is the Truth?
Hermione walks down into the dungeons, enjoying the coldness than the Gryffindor Tower never has, and knocks on the door of the potions classroom.
"Enter." The dark Professor says in his quiet but deadly voice.
Hermione opens the door and see the Professor grading papers at his desk at the front of the class. "Professor, I'm sorry for missing class today, I was ill." She explains, waiting for Snape to tell her that she should have been in class anyways. His reaction isn't what she thought it was going to be.
His face snaps to hers. "What kind of sick?" he asks, almost nicely.
"The Flu." She answers; confused by the nice way the Professor is talking to her with.
Snape opens up a drawer on his desk, pulling out a vial with a green potion in it. "Take this, please."
"What? Why?!" Hermione takes a step back to get some distance between her and Snape. She didn't even realize that she had been leaning on the desk.
"Because I said to!" He snaps then takes a deep breath. "If nothing happens, then you may leave an forgot about this but if you have a reaction, I must tell you a story." He explains, nicely.
"Reaction?! I've been in the classroom with your slytherins, I'm not taking anything without knowing what it is." Hermione crosses her arms and leans on one side, and for the first time, Snape sees her give out teenage attitude.
He shakes his head. "It's just going to tell me something about your 'sickness'" Snape raises his hands and makes quotations when he was 'sickness'. "It will just make you glow, if I'm right."
"Okay?" She is still unsure but she takes the vial and drinks from it. After a moment, she starts glowing, just like Snape said she might.
Speaking of the Professor, he stands up and whispers to himself. "I knew it!" His eyes snap to hers. "Follow me." He leads her to a hidden door, down two flights of chairs then into a small room with a table and four chairs, which is a black coloured wood. "Please, sit." He holds out a chair for her.
"Where are we?" Hermione asks, looking around for a picture or something but the walls were just a dark green.
"We are in a room untouched but the Headmaster." Snape sneers.
"Why?"
"His version of the story is very different from the truth and the Great" the sarcasm coming into his voice a lot here. "Dumbledore just wants to look like the good guy." Snape explains.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asks, still confused.
"When Dumbledore went to pick up half-blood Tom Riddle from an orphanage when Tom was 11, Dumbledore started a fire with all of the things that Tom had.
Hermione's eyes widen with this information. "That's horrible."
Snape nods. "I know and it gets a lot worst. Dumbledore went into Tom's mind and made Tom open the Chamber of Secrets since he knew Tom could speak to snakes. After, he made the younger man start doing things he didn't want to do, like killing muggleborns. Tom Riddle never had issues with muggleborns, he had friends that are muggleborn." Snape clears his throat. "Tom had a daughter 16 years ago; Dumbledore stole her and gave her a potion, when she was just a couple of weeks old, to change what she looks like and muggles."
"And you think that's me?" Hermione's jaw drops.
Snape nods. "The potion conformed it. You are the daughter of Tom Riddle."
"No way!"
"You're just as smart and powerful, I can't believe I didn't see it before." Snape shakes his head and chuckles at the blush that comes on the face of the young lady in front of him. "What I want you to understand something before I go on. Tom Riddle was a half-blood from the fact that his mom was a pure-blood, but the other was, isn't muggle."
Hermione's eye brows come together. "What was he?"
"He was half incubus."
"What!?" She yells.
"Tom Riddle was a dark creature, who had to have sexual intercourse or he would die." Snape explains.
"You're joking." She just stares at him like 'Come on! Tell me you're kidding.'
"Does it look like I'm joking?" He states seriously.
Hermione just bangs her head down on the table. "Is the rumour about incubuses having wings and that they can change their appearance at will true?" she asks.
Snape just smirks. "You can hid the wings and yes, how do you think Tom found out about Dumbledore controlling him?"
"Great."
"There's more." Snape tries to laugh at the look of total shock on her face.
"Oh, what else, dear Professor? My mom was a veela?" She asks with lots of sarcasm.
"20 points to Gryffindor." Is all the Professor says.
After a moment of silence, Hermione says. "Shit."
"Language, you father wouldn't want you swear."
"How much of a veela was she?" Hermione asks with her head still on the table.
"A full dark veela, if I remember correctly." Snape answers with a smirk.
"Well, you're never wrong so." She bangs her head again.
"Hermione," Snape says, softly, putting his hand on top of hers. "your father created the dark eaters, so that all dark creatures have a place where they are safe and protected."
"So, a lot like a support group." She asks, sitting up.
He nods. "It's really helped me as a veela and the Malfoy's too."
"And my name isn't Hermione is it?" She asks with a disgusted look on her face.
Snape shakes his head and signs. "There is so much more I need to tell you but you must promise not to tell anyone but Potter."
"I thought you hated Harry." She says, quietly.
"No, I don't. I will explain everything when Potter gets here." He waves his wand and Harry appears in his pj's.
"Hermione!" Harry grasps in surprise.
"Actually, it's Roseabella Riddle." Snape says with a smirk.
"WHAT!?" e asks with lots of sacrism.
f total shock on her face.
about Dumbledore controling t of him.
at are muggleborn."