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Hermione sat on the bed just staring at the wall in front of her. Usually she could think her way out of any problem. But now it felt like the more she thought about it, the more confused she felt.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. After a quick look at the time Hermione realized she had spent the best part of the afternoon staring at the wall, somehow three hours had just vanished.
"Come in." She called.
The door opened and Snape walked in. He looked at the woman in front of him who now seemed tired and as if she had been crying. Again with the crying, Snape was just not comfortable with it. It made him feel even more sure of what he had to do now.
"Well Miss Granger, I think we need a little break. Come with me" And with that he strode out the door. Hermione looked surprised but quickly got to her feet and followed Snape.
They walked outside and continued down a hill to what looked like an old stable. Snape opened the door for Hermione and she walked in to the building that had been stripped bare on the inside. All there was were walls and a concrete floor. It was huge though and since the walls and slanted ceiling were whitewashed it was rather bright. Large windows towards the back of the building let in enough light so that no lamps or torches were needed during the day. The only thing in the building were two tables, one against the side wall, and one in the middle of the large space. The one against the wall had glass jars filled with some kind of green coloured liquid in them.
Snape walked up to the table in the middle and opened a box that was standing on top of it. Hermione went to stand next to Snape and looked at what was in the box. There lay five different wands, all with different shapes and different wood types.
Snape picked one up and looked at it. "My best memory from my childhood was when I recieved my first wand. I knew I could start to shape my own life and destiny with it, that it was the only thing I needed to change my future. I was wrong, but at the moment I did not know that. The feeling of having magic course through me and coming out of the wand felt like no other ever had. You don´t remember your first wand right now or ever doing magic at all. I am not sure that this will work, what ever is blocking your memories might be blocking your magic ability as well. But magic usually finds a way, so lets give it a whirl."
Hermione looked at the man in front of her as if she had not seen him before, he was actually smiling. It did miraculous things to his face, he looked at least twenty years younger and in his eyes was a spark of that young boy with his first wand, giddy and happy, perhaps the only time he had been truly happy even. The feeling was contagious and Hermiones face showed a smile at least as large as his.
Snape gave Hermione the wand he was holding and pointed at the jars on the other table. "Wave your wand in that direction and see what happens."
Hermione held the wand slightly akwardly trying to get the feel of it. She took a deep breath and did a little flick with the wand. Suddenly the world seemed bright and a huge light in the form of a ball formed on the tip of the wand, but in stead of going towards the jars it just popped like a balloon. Hermione looked up at the smirking Snape next to her. "Was it supposed to do that?"
Snape shook his head but looked amused. "No, not the reaction we were looking for. But the question wether your magic is active or not is definetly answered. Let´s try another wand."
Hermione looked into the box and then gently touched them one at the time. They were all smooth and slightly warm to the touch. But one of them felt, different. Hermione could not have told anyone what made her feel that way, but she knew that it was the one for her. She picked it up and held it in her hand, it felt like it belonged there and she looked up at Snape who gave a small nod towards the jars. Hermione flicked the wand gently and a small but bright light shot towards the jars, all three exploded and the liquid spilled out all over the table. Hermione had to remember to breathe, it felt like a bubble of joy had formed inside her, and at once she knew that no price was too high for her to get back to the world she so apparently belonged to.
Hermione turned towards Snape and threw her arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you Mr Snape, that was exactly what I needed."
Snape gave Hermione a small smile and as she relased him he put a hand on her shoulder. "Call me Severus, since we are sharing a roof if seems unnessesary to be so formal. Now do you want to try it again?" With a wave of his own wand the jars were whole again. Hermione nodded enthusiastically and turned back towards the jars.
