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There are a lot of clues; I have a bit of foreshadowing in my chapters, so you'll figure out what will happen next.

And well fair is foul and foul is fair…Shakespeare…gotta love him. If you haven't read the play Macbeth, you really should. Figure out the meaning of that certain quote I stuck in and some things will be revealed about what might happen in the plot.

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Chapter Twenty Eight

Hermione and Chloe walked and talked about many things. She missed the real world. She liked her time with her friends. They were so important to her. They were a part of her being, without Harry and Ron Hermione knew that her time at Hogwarts would've been boring.

"Tell me, are there any young men catching your eye?" Chloe asked.

Hermione sighed as she pictured Draco's smiling face and Blaise's teasing grin. "They're just my friends."

"Friends," Chloe said.

She remembered her days at Hogwarts, many young men were after her heart, but she had only one person on her mind. 'Severus,' Chloe thought wistfully thinking of the nights they had spent talking and just keeping each other company.

"Your grandmother tells me there's a young Dragon," Chloe replied.

Hermione blushed. "Draco," Hermione said with a sigh.

"Tell me," Chloe replied.

"He's so different from what I expected as my ideal guy. He's overconfident, cocky, stubborn, but then he's sweet and caring. Draco use to be an enemy because of Harry. Now, I'm not so sure how I feel. He makes me feel so many things, like I'm beautiful," Hermione replied.

"Of course you're beautiful. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Beauty is only within the eye of the beholder. You're beautiful in your own right, not what the young ones consider," Chloe said. Then after a pause, "There's another fellow who has you questioning your emotions."

"Blaise," Hermione said thinking of their complicated relationship.

"The two loves," Chloe replied, "A curse."

Hermione just nodded. "He's not like Draco. He's different, he's like a brother, but there's a lot of chemistry."

Chloe laughed. She knew that feeling. She remembered her school days spent with Sirius. Sirius made her laugh, smile and made her feel wanted, but when she was with Severus, it was different. He made her feel alive. He made her feel as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered.

"Love is powerful," Chloe stated, "Let's get home."

Hermione noticed that they were reaching the gates to the Core.

"Cousin! Cousin!" a young voice called out.

Hermione suddenly felt somebody tug at her skirt and cling to her leg.

"Oh my," Hermione replied as she stared at the young boy. He had dark ebony hair that was cut short and spiky. The boy had dark coal hued eyes that stared at Hermione with adoration. He was pale and untouched by the sun and Hermione couldn't help, but feel attached to the small child without even knowing who he was.

"Sebastian," Chloe cooed lovingly to the child picking him up.

"Where did that child go," a voice cried angrily.

Chloe sighed. "Always running away from your grandmother, that isn't a good thing, my dear."

"But want cousin," Sebastian replied.

"Proper English child," a voice said disapprovingly at the child.

"But Grandmother, Aunt Chloe, I want to play with Cousin Hermione," Sebastian said in a soft voice.

Hermione looked at the little boy. "Aww he's so cute," Hermione replied.

She reached over and took Sebastian from Chloe.

Arielle Snape examined Hermione from where she stood. She looked at her honey brown wavy curls that resembled hers in a way. She stared a moment at the dark brown eyes that held a lot of intelligence. It reminded her of her youngest son.

"Let me get a look at you, girl," Arielle stated giving Sebastian a look.

Sebastian quickly squirmed away from Hermione and went to cling at his grandmother's robes.

Hermione stared at the woman before her. Hermione thought instantly there was something very familiar about her.

"You're somewhat short. I blame myself. Your grandfather was quite tall, though. I can see you received your mother's eyes. But I can see my son in you," Arielle replied.

Hermione gaped openly at Arielle. 'Son, omg, my other grandmother.'

"Close your mouth, it isn't becoming of a young woman," Arielle stated walking over to Hermione's still form.

Arielle look a moment to circle Hermione. She knew that this would somewhat scare her. She had already taken a good look at Hermione, but she circled her just to see what Hermione would do.

"Excuse me, but what are you doing?" Hermione asked after a moment.

"Why, I'm looking at you," Arielle said. "I'm not pleased."

Sebastian laughed. "Silly, cousin, gran gran is always like this. She's nice, don't worry."

Hermione grinned at the little boy. He was so lovable. "I'm sure we'll get along fine."

"Well, Chloe, I must steal my granddaughter to meet some of her cousins. Tell Katrina and Helen that they've had her long enough. I will send her on her way home," Arielle said with a tone that clearly stated there is no changing her mind.

"Alright, Arielle," Chloe said. She gave Sebastian a little hug before turning to Hermione.

"Just remember, family will always do anything for you. You'll never be alone. Love will always surround you," Chloe said with a smile. She hugged Hermione.

"Hug your father for me," Chloe requested softly.

Hermione nodded unsure.

"Come now, we don't have much time. You need to get back tomorrow. We don't have time for any emotional babble now," Arielle said taking Hermione's hand and dragging her away.

Chloe sent a silent message to Arielle who wasn't expecting one, (Beware of her temper when she finds out.)


"Do you think she'll understand?" a voice asked softly as Chloe stood still watching Hermione being taken to another part of the Core.

"She'll accept it," Chloe replied to her mother.

"With much insecurity," Helen replied.

"What was I suppose to tell her, her father is her hated Potion's teacher and have her hate me. I just got to know my daughter," Chloe replied.

"Better she hate you, than know from another," Helen replied in a voice that clearly stated that she was disappointed.

"She'll understand, it'll be easier for Arielle to tell her," Chloe replied.

"But she's resent the fact you didn't tell her yourself!" Helen replied.

"I didn't resent you for not telling me," Chloe replied.

"But that was different. You didn't grow up muggle to find out you're pureblood. That everything taught to you was a lie. And I believe that the more lies Hermione is told, the more she will resent those who have kept them from her. When she finds out the truth, many things will happen. Can't you see the outcome of your desire to have her love you," Helen explained trying to Chloe to understand.

"I see the outcome, but I also see the aftermath," Chloe replied. "Things will be fine."

Helen shook her head and walked away. "You may see everything, but you lack the sight to see the error of your ways."


Hermione remembered feeling somewhat awkward when she first met her Mother's family, she felt even more ill at ease meeting her Unknown father's family. It seemed unreal. Things were just coming to Hermione so quickly.

Hermione concentrated on hearing the thoughts of her grandmother's, but noticed that they were blocked. There was absolutely nothing she could hear.

"After many years of being around your mother, I've developed my own Occlumency against your type of Legilimency. It's a rather good gift, better than any, but after 16 years I've mastered how to block your type of power out. You're very much like your mother, quite nosy you are," Arielle said knowing exactly what Hermione was trying to do.

Hermione smiled. She liked her Grandmother's knowing voice. It reminded her of her own voice some days. She realized where she got her know it all tone from.

"Gran Gran, can I go play with the others?" Sebastian asked.

"Go ahead, child," Arielle replied sweetly to the boy.

Sebastian ran off happily. Arielle's expression turned from soft to hard as she faced Hermione.

"You're too soft," Arielle replied.

"Soft?" Hermione asked.

"Too weak, too soft to see those around you play you for a fool. You have courage, too much and therefore you do not think. You don't lack ambition," Arielle asked, "You may have sight, but you lack the sense to use it."

Hermione tried her best not to talk back.

"No backbone either, Gryffindors are suppose to be loud mouth. Aren't you a Gryffindor?" Arielle taunted. She wanted Hermione to fight. She wanted to see her reaction.

Hermione stood there still. "You're giving me a test, aren't you, trying to see how much I am. You want to see me blow up, well I'm not."

Arielle grinned. "Calm and always thinking ahead, that you are. Your father is very much like that. Took insults after insults, but always came back with some type of revenge, cunning he was. To have people believe they've won, when they've only won the battle and not the war. A true Slytherin. You have some Slytherin in you, girl, I can see it."

"Slytherin," Hermione said.

"Slytherin," Arielle replied as they walked.

Hermione nodded that there was a gate. The gate seemed to enclose a certain amount of land. Hermione assumed this was the main gate because there was a Snake emblem and many different runes that were used for protection.

"Welcome to The Snape Section of your family tree," Arielle said with a smirk to Hermione.

"Snape?" Hermione squeaked in a hesitant voice.

"I am Arielle Snape," she said giving Hermione a look.

Hermione looked at Arielle and then thought back to the only Snape that was alive in her time.

"I'm Professor Snape's daughter?" Hermione said unsure.

Arielle nodded.

Hermione stood silently not quite sure if she had hard correctly or not. She felt sick to her stomach. Things were spinning in circles. Hermione suddenly fainted from shock.


"Weak girl," Arielle replied looking at Hermione's still form.

"Is that her, Mother?" a voice called.

"Yes, it's her. She's weak. I blame her mother," Arielle replied. "I just told her about Severus."

"And she fainted?" he replied.

"Yes Sloane, seems your brother has an emotionally strained daughter. I think its best we try to get her to understand," Arielle said.

Sloane walked over to his niece. He could see some resemblance between his brother and daughter. Sloane had always been quite different from his brother. While Severus went to Hogwarts, he had gone to Durmstrang. Severus had been raised quite differently from himself as well. They looked almost exactly the same. They had dark features. While Sloane was slightly short Severus had inherited the taller genes.

Sloane had been the eldest brother. He had been the light of his father's eye. Sloane had been almost 10 years older than Severus. Severus was neglected somewhat and became reserved and cautious of those around him. He liked the shadows. Sloane was more carefree; when he was younger he was like Lucius, cold, strong and very pureblood.

Now that he was dead, things have changed. He had lost it all that one fateful night. Sloane and his family were murdered by Voldemort. Sloane had refused to join his side while his father tried to convince him to it wasn't part of him. Now even Severus' and Sloane's father was dead betrayed by Voldemort.

Arielle sighed deeply. "Put her in Sebastian's room."

"Who's that?" a dark voice replied.

"Your granddaughter, Father," Sloane replied.

"What happened to her, you didn't kill her with that glare of yours Arielle?" Seymour Snape asked in a light tone.

"No, she's just a little weak," Arielle replied. Arielle wondered how Hermione could be so frail. The Snape women were strong and independent.

"She does not have weak blood. Our bloodlines are as pure as the driven snow. Generations, we can trace our line back to the days of Merlin! She is not weak, it's shock and confusion," Seymour replied.

"Do you want to wake her?" Sloane asked as he laid her into the bed.

"Not yet, we'll gather the family first," Arielle replied.

"What are you going to do Arielle, planning something?" Seymour asked suspiciously.

Seymour Snape was not an easy man to please. He had made many mistakes to gain power, but no more. Things had changed since his death. He had learned to move on from bloodlines, though he still believed those with purer lines had the strongest powers.

He stared at his wife as she said, "I want her to see, we're not as bad as she thinks."

"Mother, we are as bad as she thinks. We've just learned to move on from the darkest of Dark Arts," Sloane replied, "And accept the light. We despise Voldemort, do not like the light, but still accept it for it shall end of that vile man."

Arielle looked at Hermione's sleeping form. "Some day, she'll need to use the dark arts to help protect the light. I spoke to Damien."

"That demon child!" Seymour exclaimed.

"He says that he has been scrying and sees what Hermione must do, she needs to cast dark arts to stop dark arts," Arielle replied.

"You want to teach her Unforgivables?" Sloane asked.

"Yes and no," Arielle replied.

"She has the power to cast them, but not the intent to," Seymour said. "Anymore can do the dark arts with any slight power, but what you truly need is the intent to harm. Do you think she can learn that in a day?"

"She will," Arielle replied confidently. "Hermione like Severus will enjoy the challenge. If she wants to help the Potter boy, she needs to be able to use the dark arts to defeat the dark arts. How will the Potter boy kill Voldemort, the Killing Curse. It is only natural to use dark arts against dark arts."

Seymour couldn't argue with his wife. She had a tongue that was sharp and quick.

"Wake her," Arielle said.

Sloane muttered the spell to wake Hermione from her slumber.

Hermione slowly roused from her sleep. She blinked for a few moments noticing three figures surrounded her.'Am I back in the real world?' Hermione's vision returned and she opened her mouth to speak. Hermione finally focused on the three figures staring intently at her and screamed loudly, "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


ahaha…

yeah I'm done for now…

does the chapter flow?

I don't like it.

i rushed this...

i'll edit it probably later...

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