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*Snape's POV*

I fly back to the castle to alert Dumbledore of the initial situation. Standing tall and independent, the castle seems peaceful just like any other day, but only I am cursed with knowing what is really happening. They have her and it's all my fault.

When I enter the school, the classes are switching out. Despite the heavy traffic in the corridors, the students clear my way as I walk hastily in the direction of Dumbledore's office. Many whisper of my absence and sudden appearance, which I brush off since I assume, I'm possibly looking a little rough after being ambushed and dropped off in the middle of nowhere. It matters not. These bloody children would react the same if I were clean.

After what feels like a mile of walking, I finally reach Dumbledore's entrance. The stair well is already down so I invite myself in. There he stands in front of the pensive, and McGonagall is next to his desk.

After a few seconds, he turns to me and nods, "I see you've returned in one piece Severus."

"Albus, they've got her..."
"Breath," he says, interrupting my panic.

"Huh?"

"Calm down. The deatheaters have Hermione, Yes?" I nod hesitantly. "Is she still alive?"

"How am I supposed to know that!"

"Do you feel her presence on this earth? Concentrate."

I do as he says and close my eyes while slowing my breathing. I don't understand how I know, but I do. "She's Alive."

"Good. Now would you like some pumpkin juice? It's rather delicious if I should say so myself."

I cinch my fist with impatience. "Pumpkin juice?" I grunt through gritted teeth. I step up and my voice escalates. "Why are you being so nonchalant? What are we going to do?"

"I'll tell you what we are not going to do. We're not going to take this to the ministry. We do not want them getting involved. The situation has not reached a necessary climax to involve them."

"Climax? They have a student. How could it get much worse!"

"Severus! Sit down and drink the pumpkin juice!" I narrow my eyes at the aged headmaster but do as told. He walks behind his desk and begins speaking. "You need to see this situation through my eyes. Ms. Granger cares greatly for you as you for her, but there's one problem. We're missing something. This is like one big puzzle and we are missing the most important pieces."

I sip the pumpkin juice although the taste doesn't appeal much to me. "What do you think it is?"

"I don't know. But only time can tell"

"I can only wait but for so long before going to get her myself."

"Patience."

"How long will I have to wait?"

"Until we can actually figure out why they want the girl."

"What makes you think they don't want her dead?"

"Because you're alive. I'm pretty sure they had every opportunity to kill you but here you sit, sipping pumpkin juice. They want her alive and in the right mind set and that means you being alive."

"What could I have to do with this whole puzzle?"

"Everything. You've seen what she can do, but do you even want to imagine what she'd conjure up if she were to lose you, to them."

"So they need us both alive."

"Correct, but the real question is..."

"Why?" Dumbledore nods as it becomes obvious that I understand the situation better.

"OK. So what do you want me to do?"

"We need more information on what she is. Sirian. Then we can really measure what we are up against."

"Don't you think I can probably communicate with her from where she is?"

"Don't try. If they've gotten in her head, she won't listen, but we'll think of something." I look into my cup. 'This doesn't make any sense. How can he be so sure she doesn't need me or at least some help?'

*Hermione's POV*

I stare intensely at the great halls. This is by far the largest house I've ever been in. Tripping slightly over the black dress lent to me by Bellatrix, I continue down the oversized halls of the Malfoy Manor. Portraits of Lucius shoot me disgusting looks and I roll my eyes, averting them to the black sender blocked walls. Eventually, I walk back down to the main room where Victoria sits in front of the fire.

"I've changed my mind," I state. "I'm leaving."

"Now, now. Don't be impatient. We haven't even began to make progress."

"And what do you suppose that is?"

"Getting control..." The malicious grin on her face can't mean much of anything good. She stands and walks over to me, still smiling. Although she looks my age, I can see the maturity in her expressions. She's seen a lot in her centuries. A finger slides down my cheek and her teeth sharpen. "A young Sirian is what you are. You remind me of myself when I lost my parents, except you've been blinded by muggle pride. Soon I will lift that shade from your eyes so you can fully see how corrupt this wizarding society is and we'll burn it to the ground, rebuilding it from the ashes."

"Phoenix." I mumble

"Yes, but soon people will know it as Sirian when we destroy it and build it from the shadows." My breath catches in my throat. "I know it sounds scary but I promise. It'll be worth it. We're doing the right thing. Soon there will be no more mudblood. We will be equal. And even better, superior. Doesn't that sound nice?"

I nod, somewhat mindless.

"Good now let's go handle some business."

*Snape's POV*

It's been about two hours since I left Dumbledore's office but it feels like two years since losing Hermione. She's alive but is she okay? I pace aimlessly through my room, with the same thought flowing through my head, making no progress. A knock sounds at my door and I stop.

"Enter," I mumble. In walks Weasley and Potter. "What do you two want?"

"We want to know where Hermione is."

I sigh brashly. "I don't know Potter. Now leave my presence."

"Don't lie to us Snape," Ron blurts. "You know where she is and we demand you tell us."

"Who do you think you are to demand anything of me?" I take two steps up and they take three back.

"We're her friends," he says in a calmer tone, looking at the floor. He seems to care about her more than even Dumbledore, so telling them the least of what I know could only hurt a mouse.

"She's safe," I grunt, turning back around. 'But I won't worry them as much as I am. They've never been as good at staying in their place.' "I don't know where she is but I know she's alive and well."

"What's wrong with her?"

"What do you mean Potter?"

"She's been acting different. She feels different."

"Maybe it was just that time of the month."

"No. You know what I mean Snape. That scratch on her arm. It's more than a scratch."

I raise my eye brows at how fast these two catch on. "What makes you so sure?"

"It's like my scar. At first it was just that, a scar, but it became a connection between me and Voldemort."

"So you're saying she's connected to somebody?"

"Not exactly. Her aura has been darker. I couldn't figure out why or how but it draws into that scratch."

"And how did you come to this. I don't recall you being able to read auras."

"Divination class isn't as pointless as she assumes, it's actually pretty..." A knock at the door interrupts him... 'Thank Merlin' I open it and there stands Trelawney with a glass ball in her hands. 'Or maybe not'. She enters with wide dazed eyes and places the ball on the table. We stare at her curiously and she stands dazed. I look into the ball unsure of myself and a moving image appears. It takes me a while to make it out but eventually it clears.

Floating the air is Victoria. She is in a large cemetery. Floating next to her is who I least expect. Hermione. If I could, I'd fly through the ball and get her but even I know that's all too impossible. There's something off about her. Minus the floating and piercing red eyes. On top of that, she's smiling. Hermione appears to be genuinely enjoying herself. She raises her wand and up floats a person wrapped in chains. It doesn't take me long to recognize Voldemort, angry as ever.

"Ministry of Magic and the rest of the wizarding world. This is nothing but mere warning and demonstration of what is to come but most importantly, it's the way of a Sirian. Destroy this world and build a new one from the shadows. Using the most ancient magic in the books. Go ahead Hermione." Her smile widens and she raises her hands. Purple flames engulf Voldemort and he begins the scream in agony. Me and who knows how many others watch his body burn away into smoke. Soon nothing is left except for a small black star. Hermione lifts her arm and the star floats into her scar.

"Hell fire," I whisper. 'What is she doing?' Weasley and Potter are behind me, too shocked to react. That black star was his soul. Voldemort is dead. I can only wonder what any others watching this can think after seeing the most feared man on earth get killed, only to introduce the new most feared. But the question is, who else witnessed this? Leaving the two stunned teenagers, I run up the stairs, exiting the dungeon. I'm greeted by a hall full of Hogwarts students staring into the portrait frames.

Inside every portrait floats Victoria and Hermione with evil smiles upon their faces and red eyes piercing the innocent souls of the students. Everyone has witnessed this.

'Hermione.

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