A/N: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything related to the wonderful world created by J. K. Rowling.
"You two really don't have much do you?" Harry asked.
"No, we don't."
"I'm going to run these names against the graves that were disturbed, see if anything relates. It's possible none of this is related."
"It seems a little suspicious to be coincidence," Severus stated. Hermione nodded looking a little green. She darted off towards the bathroom leaving her husband and Harry now standing in the living room.
"I think I'll be leaving now, let me know if you, or Hermione, think of anything else."
"Of course, Potter. And remember, as far as you know, I am still dead."
"Yes, sir," Harry agreed knowing better than to cross Snape or Hermione. He could understand the danger, since the original 'killer' was still on the loose. "I'll also be looking into your death and see if anyone's found anything that might make sense with your return."
"Thank you, this whole ordeal is hard on Hermione." Harry nodded walking out the door. Severus heard him apparate away.
"Hermione? Are you alright?" Severus knocked on the bathroom door before entering. Hermione was curled on the floor, her head on the toilet seat.
"I think so. I just felt sick, I mean, all those people disturbed. Does Harry think it's connected?"
"He's not sure, but he'd going to look into my death, see if anything comes up." Hermione nodded. Severus thought she still looked a little green.
"Would you like me to brew you something?" he asked.
"That'd be great. I'm sorry but I'm not sure what's still in the lab. Like I said, I got rid of some stuff."
"Let's go see what's left," Severus stated. Hermione rose following him.
"I have to come to unlock the door, it's spelled so only I can open it," she reminded him. He nodded. That had been wise, since many of the ingredients were valuable, if they were still there. She opened the door easily, resetting it so either she or him would be able to enter now.
"I'm glad you didn't get rid of everything."
"I couldn't," she whispered as the lights flickered on revealing the lab fairly close to how Severus had left it. As she'd said, she gotten rid of anything perishable. Severus however knew many ways to create an anti nausea potion, some of them not involving any of those missing ingredients.
"Can I help?" she asked. He nodded summoning one of his books. As he listed the ingredients, she pulled them off shelves or from whichever nook or cranny they'd been placed in. Hermione watched him as he brewed, her face still a little pale.
Severus wondered if maybe it wasn't just stress getting to his wife, maybe food poisoning? No, he'd eaten everything she had. Poison? The thought sent a chill down his spine. Someone had killed him, what if they'd been aiming for her? If that had been the case, wouldn't they have gone after her once he was gone?
"Hermione, while I was gone, did anyone come after you?"
"Me? No, why?"
"Just making sure you were safe, that's all." She narrowed her eyes at him.
"I know when you're lying," she stated. He wanted to claim otherwise. No one knew when he was lying, that's part of what had made him a decent spy. However, challenging her was never a good idea.
"I was just worrying about you, this is the second time you've been sick. We've both eaten the same foods, I even tried a bite of your Pad Thai."
"So, your next logical guess was poison?" She really did know him.
"Yes."
"If it's poison, it's not a very good one. I've thrown up and felt sick to my stomach. So either it's extremely slow acting or I'm just sick."
"Or you being sick is just a side-effect of whatever the poison is doing to you. Other than being sick, is anything else wrong, or feel off? Any pain?"
"No. I'm tired, but after these last few days, I think that's normal." Severus nodded slowly finishing the potion and handing a vial to his wife.
"Thank you," she said downing it quickly. Severus still wasn't convinced she was alright, but arguing wouldn't help anything. Instead he resolved to keep a close eye on her, just in case.