Title: The Lost Child

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Chapter 26: Courting Hermione

Harry's POV

During Harry's next Potions class things were a little different then it had been. They were working on a Quickening Solution and Harry was having problems. He knew that he should be at least somewhat talented in potions but it was like his mind wasnt working with his hands. Professor Snape came around and stopped in front of Harry's cauldron.

"What is this?" Snape asked him.

"The Quickening Solution," Harry said.

He sneered at the potion and took out his wand. With one wave Harry's potion was gone.

"Don't even think about saying anything in your defense," Snape told him which made the Slytherin's snicker. "Five points from Gryffindor."

And he moved on.

Harry was in a foul mood when class ended. As the class went to leave Snape called him back Hermione shook her head and left as well, leaving Harry alone.

"Harry, why can't you brew this potion?" Snape asked, pointing to the potion on the board.

"I don't know," Harry said.

"I'm moving you up front," Snape told

Harry couldn't believe this. "But why?"

"Because your glasses are fogging up from all the steam," Snape told him. "You need to be able to see the instructions."

"Fine," Harry muttered, which made Snape scowl at him.

"Harry, you might think that I'm being hard on you but I want you to get a better grade them some of my Slytherin's. They like it when I make your life a living hell and I would like to not have a reason for doing so. Also I would like to rid you of those glasses."

Harry looked at him.

"Sir," Harry said.

"You heard me," Snape said. "I want to rid you of those glasses. None of our family wears glasses. I'll get the potion read and I'll inform you when to come down to take it. You're dismissed."

And Harry left.

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Aramintas POV

Araminta had a Snape free day, which other Gryffindor's that were in her year were glad about. She was looking over her Charms homework, thinking of how strange her year had been. She was looking forward in spending time with her father and then seeing Harry when it was time to get her things. An owl rapped on the window and one of the Gryffindor's went and opened it.

The owl fluttered down and Araminta saw that it had a red envelope. Suddenly several people backed away and Araminta didn't even know what their problem was.

"Whats wrong?" Araminta asked.

"That's a Howler," said one of them.

"A what," Araminta said, laughing.

"It's no laughing matter," Neville said. "Just open it; it will be over in a few moments."

Araminta took the envelope and opened it. Suddenly there was a gust of wind and then the sound of someones voice, magically magnified.

"DO YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN DEFEAT ME SO EASILY," said a female voice, its voice laced with evil "I'LL GET BACK AT YOU, MERLIN, IF ITS THE LAST THING THAT I DO."

The envelope shriveled up and disappeared.

"Oh God," Araminta said.

"Ooh someone is mad at you," joked one of the Gryffindor's.

"Don't joke about something like that," Neville told him. "Whoever that was, that might have been the person that took Hermione."

When Harry came back from lessons she told him what had happened. He looked worried about her and Araminta was worried about herself.

"You should tell the Professor about this," Harry said.

"I know," Araminta told him. 'I'll tell him about it during dinner."

"Sounds good to me," Harry said and then disappeared up to his dorm.

During dinner Araminta walked over to the staff table and told her father about the Howler. He looked very worried and Araminta didn't blame him. He told her that he would have a talk with Professor Dumbledore about this when dinner was over.

"Go back to the Gryffindor table," he told her.

Araminta nodded and returned to her seat.

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Severus POV

Severus left the Great Hall and headed to the Headmasters office. Dumbledore had left before dinner ended and Severus really needed to tell him of what happened. It was too important and his daughter was in too much danger.

"Why do I have to have children that always put themselves in danger?" Severus asked himself.

"Its fate," said Aurora and Severus almost jumped out of his skin. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

Severus looked at her. "What do you mean its fate?"

Aurora looked at him.

"If I told you what will happen to her you would move heaven and earth to keep that from happening," she said. "But trust in my words that despite everything she will become stronger, must stronger then even Voldemort could dream of being."

"And what if I demand that you tell me?"

Aurora looked at him and gave him a small smile. "Then you would find that very hard. Now go and tell Dumbledore what happened."

And she vanished.

Severus stood rooted to the spot and then remembering what Aurora had said he headed in the direction of the Headmasters office.

"Sherbet Lemon," Severus said to the phoenix.

It moved aside so that he could pass and no sooner had he reached the door that he heard the sound of things being overturned. He pushed open the door and saw Dumbledore looking around.

"Problem, Headmaster?" Severus asked.

"My lemon drops have been stolen," Dumbledore told him. "My beautiful lemon drops."

Severus felt like killing his boss.

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Hermione's POV

The next morning Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table and looked over the work that she had done in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She really liked Professor Lockhart and she didn't understand why Araminta didnt like him.

"Sometimes I wonder about her," Hermione said.

"Well don't worry about her too much," Harry said. "She just likes certain people and one of them isn't Lockhart."

A few minutes later the mail arrived and to Hermione surprise she saw that she had something for her. It was delivered by a very black owl that looked very grumpy. She removed the package and opened it. Inside was a rose that looked like it had been enchanted to sparkle and a box of chocolate covered strawberries.

"Who gave you those?" Harry asked.

"There's a note," Hermione said instead and opened it.

Dear Hermione,

I know that you probably hate my guts but I would like for you to accept these gifts as a thank you for all the wonderful work that you've done in my class. I'm also doing it to official court you, though I won't go out with you until you're of age.

Sincerely,

Severus T. Snape

PS! Don't bother the Headmaster, someone took his lemon drops and hes very upset about it.

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A/N: I hope that all of you like this chapter. Next up: Araminta suffers a horrible fate but its as bad as it appears?