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(edited 10-3-2015)
July 5, 1997
Snape was irritated for four, very good reasons: 1) the full moon was coming in a few days and Remus had taken off to be alone, despite the Wolfsbane potion that Snape spent time and resources on brewing the damn thing, 2) Miss Granger had not yet woken up after he had left the potions in her room, it was now two full days she'd been asleep and if she didn't wake up today, he'd have to actually do something about it, lest McGonagall think he had inadvertently killed Hogwarts' favorite student, 3) he knew that the Dark Lord would Summon him soon, possibly two days, at the latest, and 4) he knew he would be Summoned soon because his Dark Mark was steadily prickling with pain and growing darker.
"Remy!"
CRACK! "What can Remy do for Master Snape?" The elf asked.
"Remy, prepare my Dark Robes for me," Snape ordered. "Just lay them on the chair when you've finished."
"Yes Master Snape, Remy will prepare Dark robes perfectly." The house-elf bowed low.
"Also, if Miss Granger wakes, you might as well bring her food to eat," He added.
Remy bowed again, "Remy will do." The elf disappeared with a CRACK!
Snape didn't sigh, he just exhaled depressedly. How was he going to deal with a werewolf, spying on, and for the Dark Lord, and a teenage girl, all in the same summer?
The prominent members of The Order of the Phoenix sat at the long kitchen table in Grimmauld Place, discussing Tobias and the death of Hermione's parents.
"Wotcher, wouldn't Tobias be in his sixties or seventies now?" Tonks asked. "He's a muggle, they don't live as long as we do. Wouldn't he be too old and weak to kill two younger, healthier, muggles? Especially with the damage that was done." The gathered members whispered to their neighbors, passing theories to how Tobias Snape was still kicking.
"We have reason to believe that Tobias has joined forces with Lord Voldemort," Minerva said, and everyone started whispering again.
"Why would You-Know-Who have a Muggle work for him?" Ron whispered to Harry.
"I dunno, it seems a bit out of character, to me," Harry whispered back.
"Oh, poor Hermione," Mrs. Weasley whimpered. Mr. Weasley patted her arm and adjusted the scarf that hid the puckered snake bites from Nagini from view.
"Severus, you're also Voldemort's potion maker, has he made you brew any potions that could relate to your father's endurance on this world?" Moody asked, turning to the black-clad man in the corner.
"I am, and he has," he drawled. "Approximately two months ago, the Dark Lord requested me to brew enough Strengthening Solutions, Invigoration Draughts, and Age Potions to seem suspicious."
"Wait, Tobias, the bloke who killed 'Mione's parents is your dad?" Ron blurted.
Snape glared at him. "Yes Mr. Weasley, the murderer of your dear Miss Granger's parents is my sire," he hissed. "And if any of your pathetic friends outside of this room hear of this, you will find yourself on the other side of the veil." Snape threatened. Ron gulped nervously.
Fred and George poked Ron, "Hear that, Ronniekins?" "Big, bad, Potions Master is threatening you and mum and dad didn't defend you,"
"Piss off," Ron's face was a full shade darker than his hair as he shoved his brothers away.
"Professor," Harry asked, "Where's Hermione?"
"Ah, Miss Granger is in a secure location and will remain there until further notice," McGonagall told the gathered members.
"Can we see her?" Ron asked.
"I am sorry, Mr. Weasley, I think it best that Miss Granger be left alone to mourn her parents' death. You may, however, write her a letter and I will make sure it reaches her." McGonagall looked over at Snape, who stared back impassively.
"You will see her at the funeral of her parents, when the date is decided, you will be notified."
"Bollocks!" Harry exploded. "Wherever she is, Hermione wouldn't want to be alone, we should be there with her!" Ron nodded vigorously. Snape grit his teeth at the insolence of the Potter boy and his red-headed sidekick.
"I assure you, Potter, that your bushy-haired cohort would like nothing more than to be undisturbed at the moment." Snape stared into Lily's green eyes, perfectly copied into the face of Snape's greatest school tormentor.
For the next two hours, plans were made. Kingsley, Tonks, Mr. Weasley, and Moody would keep an eye out at the Ministry for anything regarding Tobias. The Weasley' would stay at Grimmauld Place with Harry until the wedding, which would take place at The Burrow.
After the meeting concluded, Snape was ambushed by none other than Potter and Weasley, just as he was about to step into the Floo.
"Professor McGonagall told us to give our letters to Hermione to you, sir," Harry said, staring Snape in the eyes, daring him to deny it.
"Miss Granger will receive your letters. But let it be known that I am not an owl for you to pass notes between." Snape said impatiently, his Dark Mark was burning now, the Dark Lord was agitated and Snape only hoped that he wouldn't be Summoned, he really wanted a few glasses of Firewhiskey before attempting to sleep.
Snape snatched the proffered letters and tucking them in one of the many pockets of his black robes, he tossed a handful of the silver Floo powder, stepped into the green flames and was whisked away to Prince Manor.
