Chapter 4: I See fire
A/n: I would like to thank Ballmaster, mimbulus-mimbletonia, and kbluesmom for reviewing! And thanks kbluesmom for the help. But it won't be put into effect till the 6th chapter I THINK. Been busy so this chapter will be short. Apologies!
"Teach me to be a spy."
In all his years as a teacher in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Severus Snape had never been more surprised by a student. Nonetheless, he made sure no trace of it showed on his face.
"No."
"But Sir, I…"
"You foolish girl! You have no idea what you want to get into!" he spat.
"I WANT to be a spy! I want to be able to do…"
"Shut up! A girl like you should remain behind the scenes!"
"Stop cutting me off like that! I am no longer a little girl!" yelled Hermione.
For a moment, Snape thought he saw fire in her eyes. He had never seen the little know-it-all Gryffindor so angry before, not even when Draco Malfoy had taken a stab at her parents barely months after they had passed away.
At least not angry enough to be seeing fire in her eyes.
In the back of his mind, Snape could not help thinking that she had a stubborn streak so similar to him in his younger days. Not that he was a cooperative fellow now. She had absolutely no idea what it meant to be a spy, what she had to go through at the initiation if she even survived the Dark Lord's interrogation. In addition, she was a muggle-born. The Dark Lord had never accepted a muggle born no matter how impressive they may have appeared. To him, muggle-borns were only meant for the pleasures of his Death Eaters, and to test out new spells on.
"I am the best friend of Harry Potter, Sir. "Brains" of the Golden Trio. I can be of value to Voldemort, and can help spy for the Order." she calmly spoke after she took a deep breath.
"As much as you THINK you may be of value to him, Ms Granger, you are obviously too naïve to believe that he would actually accept you."
"Why wouldn't he?"
"You have no idea what he does to muggle-borns like you." Sneered Snape.
He really shouldn't be having this conversation with her. She was much too young to even know these happenings. He should just Obliviate her and give her a normal detention, but before that…
"What's your real reason for wanting to be a spy, Ms Granger?"
"I told you Sir, to help the Order."
"I don't believe that is all, Ms Granger."
"It IS." She replied stubbornly.
Snape studied her facial expression. Although she was concealing it rather well, there was something that she was not telling him.
So we'll do it my way…
"Legilimens!"
"NO!" yelled Hermione, noticing what Snape was about to do.
As though a gust of strong wind had hit him, Snape felt himself thrown back both physically and mentally from the girl. He landed in an ungraceful heap not too far from her, looking up to see her gasp in surprise and run out the door. He tried to call out to stop her but his head was filled with a throbbing pain. He was surprised yet again. In his years of experience, only Dumbledore and Voldemort had been strong enough to resist his legimacy powers.
And yet, she had resisted him so easily.
There was only one explanation Severus could think of right now.
She's a muggle-born psychic.
Hermione didn't stop running till she reached her Head Girl rooms. She quickly muttered the password to the statue guarding her door and ran in. Her mind was in a whirl as she went over what had happened merely one minute ago. Her brain seemed flooded with snippets of memories that didn't belong to her. What she knew before she felt the power surge out of her was that she really did not want Snape to see her memories. The next moment, he had been blasted back somehow by some invisible force and her mind was reeling with memories that weren't her own.
She sat down on the nearest couch and held her head in her hands, willing for the memories to stop whizzing past in her mind. Surprisingly, they did. Slowly the memories came surfacing one by one.
Snape questioning her about why she wanted to be a spy, thinking that she was yet another foolish Gryffindor.
Hermione gasped. She was going through Snape's private memories!
Snape giving her detention, already suspecting that her potion was not an accident.
Snape at the Great Hall observing his Slytherins, hoping that they would not follow their parent's footsteps.
Severus Snape talking to Lucius Malfoy.
"I shall meet you soon. Our Lord wants fresh blood into the Circle."
"I need time Lucius, you know the Headmaster is observant of me." He didn't want any of his students becoming a Death Eater, thinking he would forestall it as far as possible.
"I want someone to join my son in his initiation. They can work together to spy on Potter."
"We'll discuss this the next time we meet." He kept his face passive.
Hermione could feel his worry that he felt. He did not want ANY student to be a Death Eater. He knew what they would go through and they were much too young.
"I'll meet you tomorrow night at your office, Severus. Make sure you have a candidate for me to test."
The memory ended and Hermione gave an involuntary shiver at Malfoy Senior's tone. She knew Snape would try to hold off trying to recruit a student as long as possible, but too long and the Dark Lord would punish him. And goodness knows if he'll even survive this time.
Suddenly she had an idea.
Tomorrow night at his office hmmm?
She had some planning to do.