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Spinner's End was what the sign read and Spinner's End was where they were supposed to be.
Willow pushed the gate open leading to the drab cottage, Hermione followed closely behind.
Willow didn't feel right speaking with normal volume so she whispered, "Something dear to Snape from his house will do."
"Willow, we just need to be careful not to disrupt the ghosts."
Willow raised an eyebrow, "I've never seen a ghost before."
Hermione smiled, "You're in for a treat if we do."
The room opened immediately into a sitting room, which sat a lonesome chair with one antique lamp and books ranging up to the thousands. A kitchen entrance could be seen on the side of the sitting room, and a fireplace protruded out of the side of the wall looking extremely proud and haunting. The house reminded Willow of a cell, with books; obviously this Severus Snape didn't have the best eye for style.
'Hermione was this Snape a nice person, I mean I know what has been written about him, but?"
Hermione smiled, "In small doses he was, I still remember that time when I lit his leg on fire; the look on his face was priceless."
Willow bit her lips, and started to look around for nothing in particular, "Do you know anything incredibly important to him?"
"I Do!" An incredibly high pitched voice called out.
Willow spun around her heart beating widely like galloping horses and came face to face with a transparent and extremely small women; well ghost women.
Willow raised her wand but Hermione gave her a shake of the head so she lowered it.
"Who are you?" Willow asked very loudly.
"My dear, I am Winifred, Snape's Mother, and this is, was my house." She smiled after letting her high voice be heard.
"Well Hello, I'm Willow and this is Hermione and well we have come here for… it is an awfully long story."
A high laugh erupted and the women did a little dance making her look very animated in her many colored dress, "Sweetheart, I'm dead I have all day."
"I wouldn't indulge her, because then she won't stop talking to me about it all tomorrow." A very distinguished ghost-man said emerging from the fireplace.
Hermione finally spoke up and asked this time, "You must be Snape's father."
The man looked down on the curly haired woman and nodded his head, "William Snape at your service, how may I help you two wizards so that you may leave as quickly as possible."
"Oh hush up Mr. Snape, they were just about to tell me a story."
Willow smiled; she like ghosts they seemed more real than humans, "No, we can just keep the story short, see we need something important of Snape's so that we may cure a sick man."
All of a sudden, Winifred started crying and William started groaning at the tears of his wife, "Severus: our only son is gone, how will I live, he was our only son William."
She sunk down to a chair and then William said his lips pursed, "Give it five seconds."
Two seconds later Winifred's head snapped up and she started laughing, "Don't worry honey, we will most definitely help you."
"Yes by all means help the complete strangers in our house, steal something of our dead sons."
"Hush William you always ruin the fun, these are guests in our house."
"Do sit down, both of you; I will help you save a life!" Winifred said determined.
Willow and Hermione soon found themselves sitting squished in the one chair in the house, watching the animated Mrs. Snape literally destroy the order of her house as she went and her husband hover above the fireplace, arms crossed, and never wiping away his dignified look off his face.
Willow couldn't help smiling, though, these people/ghosts seemed so funny, completely different and yet she caught those stealing glances at each other; they were still in love.
Hermione seemed to notice it too, since she was watching with amazed eyes and a smile playing on her face.
Two hours later…
Winifred hovered in a pile of the house's dust with a satisfied expression on her face as she held up a small pin.
"I've done it, this was our boy's prized possession; a slytherin pin, given to him by Dumbledore himself; he used to sleep with it."
Hermione's eyes brightened and she smiled, "That's perfect, thank you so much for all your help, and we couldn't have done this without you."
Winifred smiled triumphantly.
Willow looked up at William, "You too William."
He grunted but Willow saw a glint in his eyes.
Hermione was exiting the door when Willow blew a kiss to Winifred, who returned it.
"Willow, do tell us if you save that boy."
Willow smiled, "Of course I would love to come again."
"Like that's going to happen." William huffed as Willow was walking out the door and the last thing she heard before she shut it was a, "Oh hush William, she'll be back."
Willow hurried up to Hermione, thinking she most definitely would…
She spit the food he had just forced into her out of her mouth and coughed up some blood with it. She looked up at him with cruel eyes, "You're sick." He smiled waving a knife and a wand in his hand; he had never used a wand before. "Baby, do you see this, this is a wand, and do you know what I can do with this wand." He pointed it at her neck and smiled, "Let me show you…"
Willow woke up in a sweat with Neville sleeping soundly next to her; she curled up next to him and touched her neck. The nightmares had been getting worse and it didn't help that Hermione was working on the potion right now; Willow felt she wasn't remembering something.
Hermione would slip it in his drink and like any potion, she said, they would have to take him to the infirmary just in case.
Willow was nervous; she didn't know how long it would take for him to remember and she was scared when he would remember her and… What about Neville?
She looked up at him and stroked his hair.
She had now come to the end of her decision; did she want her first love or her second?
*Okay so, I'm pretty sure where I'm taking this story but if you have any ideas please tell me!
