Chapter 28

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"At least that is what I want to say. But I don't think it's such a good idea to erase your memories." Hermione stated, her hands picking up her tea like she just hadn't openly debated eliminating them as a problem.

Severus slipped his wand away but kept an eye on both twins. Fred swallowed hard while George just gave her a big grin.

"You weren't really going to erase our memories, right?"

"I wasn't."

They both looked over at Severus. But he had looked away from them the instant she had implied that she wasn't the one who would have done it.

She laughed and set her tea down as she asked them to wait a minute. She didn't have to look back to know that the twins would continue to cautiously drink the tea as they avoided Severus. But she wasn't long. She came back to the kitchen with the Wizard Camera.

An hour later, she waved them off as they both went through the Floo to her Head Girl's room so that they wouldn't get caught on the way back. They would have to sneak into the boy's dorm but she wasn't as worried about that. They both were sneaky enough to figure it out by themselves.

Severus had retreated into his chamber soon after. He still limped but at least he was back on his feet.

She walked inside to join him and saw him sitting down on his bed; that was still rumpled from the night before. She didn't smile though. She knew he was hurting but trying to play it off.

She had never been splinched but she knew it had to be very painful. She walked over to him and pulled his robes off. That done, she sank to her knees as he watched her, his eyes hooded. The new awareness that came with sleeping together brushed her mind as she unlaced his dragon boots. His pants were ruined so she also vanished them. She checked the barely healed skin and used a couple of spells to protect it while he slept.

That done, she watched him lay down under the covers and slipped off her own clothes. She folded them neatly and slid in beside him, her naked skin touching his side. She didn't stop his wandering hands and instead caressed his bare chest. He leaned to the side and kissed her forehead in a sweet way. She laughed softly and peppered his chest with bites and kisses.

"Go to sleep, love," he said, his voice already drifting. Hermione stilled, her hands fisting. He didn't notice the new tension in her body as he fell asleep.

He had called her love. It shouldn't have been a big deal and yet it was.

But there was never time to concentrate on what was between them since she was almost always busy.

In front of the others, she claimed him as hers. Yet, in private, when it was just the two of them, she hesitated.

Now she knew why.

It was because she had fallen and fallen hard. The circumstances demanded intense trust. Which led to something bigger between them.

Something that she now vowed to protect.

Laying her head on his chest, she left her mind unprotected.

o0o

The next night, after two sessions of dueling with Harry again later with Theodore, Luna, and Susan, she was tired.

For most of the day, the old toad had gloated and picked at the Professors. Always muttering about the low standards of their teaching and what not. But Hermione wasn't concerned about her anymore.

She had already taken care of her in her head anyway.

Now it was time to head to another meeting. One that wouldn't take place in the castle this night. She stepped through Severus's fireplace and was transported to a very warm room filled with voices.

Severus had already gone ahead to check the perimeter of the Villa. The smell of bread rolls and beef pie hit her nose as she ran her hand across her body to get rid of any ash residue. She saw most of everybody in the kitchen, dinner finished but the smell of the food still strong in the air.

Hermione had made sure to change her appearance before stepping through since she didn't want Slughorn to know about her just yet.

Her glasses on and her hair straightened with a charm, she looked exactly like Elizabeth Smith. A name she wished she hadn't chosen. Not that she could do anything about it now. She pulled her blazer off and sat onto the nearest armchair.

Zeph walked out of the kitchen, her face glowing as she rushed forward in a very ladylike run and hugged her close. Hermione smiled hugely and returned it with much gusto. They always hugged like it's been forever. That's what Hermione loved about her.

She pulled back when Dimitry walked in with her boys. All three men crowded her as they fired one question after another. They also took her left hand to inspect the blood red letters on it. She didn't miss the deadly threat in their eyes.

Then came the unexpected one in their group.

Professor McGonagall walked out of the kitchen, she had arrived a few minutes ahead of Hermione so that they didn't draw attention to their disappearances in case others were watching them too closely or came calling. McGonagall took in her changed appearance and only arched a perfect eyebrow. Hermione tilted her head to the side and strolled over to the large armchair near the window. With a wave of her hand, she opened the window and exhaled in the cold air.

It wasn't long till Severus joined them with the main reason for said meeting.

Horace Slughorn looked dejected as he followed Severus in. He avoided McGonagall's face as he sat down on the only seat left since the women were sitting already and the men were stationed at separate entrance points.

"Now, I don't think we need introductions since we know each other's names. Of course, I won't keep you long since the reason we are all here is for you, Slughorn." Hermione idly stated as she looked at her nails.

They were cut short with no hint of color. She looked up casually and smiled when she noticed the way Slughorn had become the center of attention. He cleared his throat as he avoided most of their gazes. He sighed once and began to speak.

"Ma'am, it couldn't be more clear and you have obviously already informed the others of my misdeeds so I don't wish to drag this on. Yes, I did tell a student something I shouldn't have and I can't blame it on Firewhisky. But you have no idea how much I regret it now."

"The isn't the problem now, is it, Horace?" McGonagall said, her voice full of disapproval.

The man in question turned a brilliant red as he finally met McGonagall's eyes. "You are correct. I seem to have been found out by this young lady here."

"It wasn't that hard. I know why both of them want you. I just need to know everything. The people in this room to need to know as well." she said as she avoided the implied question. She didn't have to explain herself to him of all people.

Slughorn nodded several times as he drummed his fingers on his thigh. "I gave him what he had wanted from the start. He wanted to know how to make a H-Horcrux. I wasn't sure what it was leading to until he-," he looked directly at Hermione as he finished his next sentence. "He wanted to know if he could split his soul into seven pieces."

The horror that filled the room...

Seven pieces?

Hermione tried hard to control her breathing and face as she felt the bombard of voices in her head. Dimitry was cursing, the boys growling one thing and another, Zeph was horrified, and Severus was silently scathing the very heavens. Hermione was feeling all of that and her own.

It was suffocating. But she would not panic. She stood in a sudden move that drew their attention. She stepped closer to the open window and stared out at the cold night. There was a whisper of snow in the air. Her hair slithered forward, it's straight strands so unlike her unruly mess she usually sported.

Once she calmed enough and sorted her thoughts, she turned to face the others that had gone quiet. Slughorn was the only one that didn't seem to understand the gravity of the situation. He was staring at the others, brows forward in question. Hermione wanted to roll her eyes but refrained from doing so and walked over to him so that she stood in the center with all eyes on her.

"You don't seem to understand something, Slughorn. Riddle might have just made the comment in the passing but let me tell you something. If he asked about seven then that means he did make seven. There is no question about that. But you don't understand yet, do you?" she asked, her eyes not missing the slight twitch near his eye.

"He is immortal. He won't die unless we destroy every single one of them. But even if we do destroy all of them, we can't kill him. No, the one destined to kill him must do it. And let me tell you that the person that is supposed to do it is a child. The child of the student you taught. She's dead, her husband is dead, but her son lives."

He stood slowly, his faded blue eyes holding desperation that hadn't been there before.

"Lily's son?" he asked, his voice shaking as he seemed to recall the bright child who had given birth to Hermione's best friend. Hermione scowled and turned away when he said her name. It was a childish reaction but she didn't miss the way Zeph turned away to hide her smile. She wasn't jealous.

She wasn't.

A second later, a lot of voices basically called her a fool.

With a heavy frown on her face, she avoided Severus and rubbed her neck in irritation. She really didn't want to think so much but she didn't have time. If there was seven then that meant she had destroyed two of them. Harry had destroyed another so that was a total of three.

The cup was one and it was only a matter of getting it. That left three unknown Horcruxes.

But Severus and Hermione suspected that Nagini was one.

So, that left two unknowns.

She hadn't realized that she had wandered off to the window again until McGonagall came to stand beside her as the others talked to each other. Hermione turned her body so that she faced her professor. The information was overwhelming. There was so much she needed to do and accomplish.

McGonagall seemed to realize what she was thinking since she placed a hand on her arm in comfort.

"Take a deep breath, child, it will work out. You have us behind you every step of the way. Even if I have to hide behind the mark, you know you can come to me. Now, freshen up and let us discuss this a bit more."

Hermione smiled. "Of course professor."

It wasn't until the end of the meeting that somebody apparated outside the boundary. Hermione met Severus's eyes as she stood up. She left the table where they were at and waved the door open. Gabriel Black entered, his face throwing her off again. No matter how many times she had already seen him, his face was too alike to Regulus's. But she wasn't the only one with the same reaction. McGonagall and Slughorn both stared in shock. They had known young Regulus when he'd been a child and later as a young man.

But this was a much older version as well as a different person.

"Hey, Gabe bebe."

"I told you not to call me that, Minnie pie."

"Yeah, well once you stop sending me letters with that name attached to them I'll stop calling you Gabe babe."

"Ah, but your man will slit my throat if he thinks your calling me your bebe," he said as he pulled her hair, his eyes dancing with mischief that reminded her of the ginger twins. She heard Severus snort as he walked over to them.

Hermione lost her tension and pumped his shoulders as she pulled out the thick package from her beaded bag. "Yeah, well your wife would go Veela on me and rip my face apart with her claws if she thinks your calling me that. Whether it's from jealousy or protectiveness would be the real question."

The light banter between them loosened the tense atmosphere that had been building in the room. Adrian came over and pushed Gabriel away as he wrapped his arm around her frame. Marcus just growled and slumped over the kitchen table as he closed his eyes. Hermione turned around and noticed that Slughorn and Minerva hadn't looked away. They hadn't met before.

"Minerva, Horace, meet Gabriel Black, Sirius's cousin."

They both nodded politely at him and he only inclined his head in return. Hermione shooed him out after discussing a few things with him.

The night passed into morning and Hermione was exhausted. She needed a couple of hours of sleep but she just couldn't wait for the morning's spectacle.

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Adalene ran up to her, cheeks flushed red with a blush that probably had to do with the note in her hands. Her parents had written to her again. She gushed over certain parts and asked question after question. Hermione indulged her and walked into the Dining Hall with her for breakfast. Harry and Ron were already sitting down with the others.

Luna came over to sit by at their table drawing certain eyes to them. Hermione noticed the way that Theodore tracked her movements and suppressed a smile. Severus walked in just then, followed closely by Dumbledore. Hermione sent him a kiss through the bond and received one in return.

Really smiling now, she ate a few peach grits and didn't have to wait long for the owls to arrive. It wasn't long until a large uproar began as the students read the Quibbler. Hermione only listened but mostly kept her attention on the high table.

"THE PROFESSOR SENT BY THE MINISTRY TORTURING OUR CHILDREN, WILL NOTHING BE DONE?" Ron read out loud, his face grim. Harry mirrored the shock many were showing. Everybody looked up at the table as Umbridge screeched in a high pitch voice. Dumbledore stood up, his face appearing older for some reason, and approached the enraged toad to calm her down. Hermione stood up with the students and watched the toad. Umbridge turned on Dumbledore, wand out, and yelled conspiracy and traitorous accusations.

Of course, Dumbledore brushed them aside.

But what she didn't expect was for the toad to completely turn her attention on Harry. She pointed a sausage finger at Harry and screeched anew.

"HE IS THE ONE THAT OPENED HIS MOUTH, ISN'T IT. HE HAS BEEN SPOUTING LIES TO ANYONE THAT WILL HEAR! THE MINISTER WAS RIGHT TO SUSPECT POTTER!"

The toad than switched targets and pointed her wand at Harry, her face twisting in rage. Hermione cursed inwardly and swept her hand to the side forcing Harry to topple back off the bench. He shouted but she didn't look down at him and instead brought up her own wand up.

"Protego!"

A large blue/green tinted shield sprouted from the tip of her wand, causing those around her to jump back in surprise and awe. But they weren't the ones that held her attention. No, it was the toad who had only paused momentarily but now shouted an unforgivable at her.

"Crucio!"

Hermione purposely let her shield drop, acting like she was shocked because of the sudden use of it and screamed as the spell hit her chest full force. She fell off her bench and landed on the floor with a painful thud as her body shook uncontrollably. The curse didn't last long, it was stopped a few seconds after but she could already feel the aftershocks coming through with the first contraction. The chaos around her brought her back from her self-inspection.

"Hermione!"

"Somebody get Madam Pomfrey!"

"Hermione!"

Many people continued to call her name. Severus left his link open to her as he took some of the pain away from her and assured her that Dumbledore had already taken Umbridge. Hermione chuckled inwardly, making sure to curl up on Harry's lap as he eased her into his arms. She hid her face behind her hair since she wasn't sure she could hide the amusement from her eyes at his comment.

"The hag really used the Cruciatus Curse?" she asked Severus, her voice painted in silent laughter.

"Woman, you were just cursed at with it."

"Believe me, it hurt. But that woman is weak. Her magic is rubbish. The only reason it hurt was because she actually used Crucio."

Trying to hide a smile at his disgruntled tone, she opened her eyes. She had closed them the instant she had fallen and Ginny and Harry were the first people she saw. Both wore anxious expressions that didn't go away the instant she opened her eyes.

But she could feel the rage following through Harry's body as he lifted her body up bridal style, causing her world to spin. She really hated the damn curse.

It threw her body off balance.

After an hour in the Hospital Wing, Hermione just wanted to leave. Pomfrey had kicked everybody out at first but the Ministry had sent Mad-Eye and a healer named Benji Newton.

At least Dumbledore had stepped in during the questioning and had assured her that everything was okay and to decline to answer if she wanted to.

Hermione had been asked for her version of the story that had probably been told countless times by now. Of course, she had acted the part of the victim. But she had a feeling that Moody hadn't believed one galleon of it. But after a few minutes, it was clear that she had only acted on Harry's behalf and that Umbridge was off her rocker.

It wasn't long after that she was left alone. The tremors in her body were almost gone. Though, she had pondered about the fact that her magic hadn't failed her when she had been hit. Her appearance had remained intact regardless of her body's threshold capacity of pain being tested. The charms and spells had not failed her in the end.

That wasn't to say that her magic hadn't been tested in other ways.

She rubbed her eyes and leaned back against the fluffy pillows that Pomfrey had given her. Pomfrey had removed the top buttons of her school shirt to check her chest in case bruising had happened but all she had seen was tanned skin. The older woman had left her with strict instructions to rest since she was going to leave her alone for a few hours.

Hermione was now grateful since she was really tired. The curse had taken the last of her energy. She hadn't slept enough hours before and her body was now making its own demands.

The doors to the Infirmary opened three hours later, rousing her from her sleep. She squinted her tired eyes to see that it was Severus. He casually looked around and noticed the lack of people. He walked over to her after closing the doors.

In his hands, he held a flask that he immediately handed over as he stood there inspecting her diagnostic sheet. Wanting to leave now that he was here, she drank the contents of the flask without question. But almost sputtered when the scorching heat of his special Firewhiskey burned her throat.

"You should see your face. What an enthusiastic Gryffindor," he commented in a bored voice. Hermione flicked him a quilling glance and smiled.

"Yes, well we can't all be bats now, can we?"

He gave the wolfish smirk that set her off. He shook his head as he glanced around once again.

"It all looks good. The half-wit is a weak witch when it comes to magic but when it involves using it in a hurtful way, the toad packs a punch," he said.

Hermione took another swig before handing it back to him. "Yeah, well don't keep me wondering anymore. Did it all go according to plan?"

"Of course. The hag will not stand trial, no matter what Fudge says in her favor. There were enough people who saw what she did and Theodore and Greengrass are doing what they were told to do. If the house with the most amount of children from families that support Fudge speak out about the toad then he will comply. We will see the full results tomorrow morning."

She pulled off the blanket that laid on her bottom half and swung her legs to the side of the bed. Her legs didn't give out but she was feeling a bit weak around the knees as she took a step forward. Once she was sure she wouldn't faceplant, she looked up at him. His face also showed signs of exhaustion. Even with the playful banter between them, she could feel it through the link. They both just needed to rest.

"I guess I'll have to continue the act for a bit. I really hate doing this but it's a must."

"Yes, what a chore."

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The next morning, Hermione stood by her open window and watched the night slowly fade into the morning. She had gotten up hours ago when the first letter had arrived.

It had been from Amelia but sent within Percy's letter. It held several detailed pictures of Fudge with Malfoy Snr. But the most interesting one was the last one and more recent. One that really did incriminate him as nothing else could.

An hour after that letter, Marcus had written to her in their shared notebook to let her know that Dumbledore had done as she had predicted.

Now she read Dimitry's own message. His masculine writing made her smiled but it faded as she continued to read it.

Riddle was pushing harder for the retrieval of the prophecy. He had taken his anger out on Lucius so that meant the elder Malfoy was going to began to get desperate.

Word was, Lucius was terrified for his family. But Hermione didn't care. He really should have thought of that decades ago when he decided to follow a monster for the thrill and gain of power.

There were so many things to keep track of that she was beginning to understand the need for solitude.

She sighed and pulled a hoodie and a pair of jeans. She put on dragonhide boots made for snow since she had seen flicks of it falling earlier and knew that the snow had finally arrived. Grabbing a thick jacket, she walked out after making sure everything was in place. She paused and turned back to pick up her beaded bag and shrunk it three times smaller than it had been. She tied it to her belt loop and set off to find the boys.

The first one she saw was Harry, his face pinched tight in anger and worry. He didn't notice her until she was almost upon him. He smiled hesitantly and spoke in a hushed tone as the others in the common room began to get near.

"Are you okay? How are you feeling"

Hermione smiled reassuringly. "I hurt a bit but honestly, I'm okay, Harry."

Ron came down the stairs next and noticed Hermione right away. He rushed over as he pulled on his jumper.

"Hermione!"

After several minutes of everybody asking questions they left and headed to breakfast. Adalene and her little friend tagging along as well. But she noticed how many of her housemates followed closely behind her.

She shook her head and walked into the Great Hall. Many were already seated but most turned to look at her the instant they became aware of her. Hermione ignored them and was pulled forward by Harry. She looked up at the High Table and saw all the Professors in attendance.

All except for two.

But she saw a familiar face that had Harry and Ron both exclamation in excited voices. Hagrid was back again. Even though they were excited about it they didn't leave her behind and instead stood a bit closer. It was sweet but unnecessary.

Breakfast was a silent affair as many people paid her more attention than to Harry. Many asked how she was and commenting on the audacity of Umbridge.

After a while, the owls came.

The Daily Prophet and the Quibbler landed in front of her. Both completely different yet both speaking of the same thing. She felt more than one pair of eyes staring at her as she set her goblet down. Harry slipped his arm around her and pulled her close. She glanced up in surprise but wasn't sure what to say. So instead she picked up the Daily Prophet.

In large bold letters, Fudge claimed innocence.

"DOLORES UMBRIDGE'S SPIRAL INTO MADNESS, CAUSE UNKNOWN, ACTED ON HER OWN OR WAS SHE IMPERIOUSED?"

Hermione kept her face blank and dropped the paper without opening it. She then picked up the Quibbler that was full of colors, it's letters not so bold but set in gentle swirls. "Minister full of lies and housing psychopaths. Using an unforgivable on a child and expecting the public not to question the Minister? Rubbish."

This one she did open and saw the twins pictures alongside their statements of what they had gone through. There were other pictures and notes here and there that Hermione had sneaked in. But from the sounds of many of her peers, not many had known what had happened in detail.

Done reading it, she passed it to Ron. Harry let go of her so that he could read it with Ron.

It wasn't long until the doors to the side of High Table opened and in walked Dumbledore. He looked beyond tired but determined as he ignored the table and breakfast to stand in front of his podium. Instantly, the Great Hall became silent.

Hermione hid a smirk and leaned forward to rest her chin on her hand, her eyes on the old man. He briefly glanced at their table but ultimately turned away as he addressed every individual in the Great Hall.

"Today, I wish to convey an important issue that happened within these very walls. Dolores Jane Umbridge, previous Professor of Defense, did the unthinkable. She cursed a student, who thought only to protect a dear friend. You were all witness to the event but I assure you all that Miss Umbridge will never set foot in the Castle ever again for what she has done," he paused as many students whispered amongst themselves. "The Ministry has decided to withdraw their aid for now on. Amid these troubling events, I would like to announce our true Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor for the rest of the year."

Many voices rose in volume, questions going unanswered as Dumbledore played the audience in his favor.

The door that he had come in through opened once more. In came Severus, his robes flaring with each step as he came to a stop a few feet from the Headmaster. But right behind him came an older male, his face kind with age lines. His balding head shinned under the ceiling candle lights as he passed Severus, his gait fast and assured.

Dumbledore broke into a large smile as he greeted the man. Those around her had started to talk hurriedly, except for Harry; he only fisted his hands under the table, his frustration clear on his face.

He couldn't hide his emotions.

Severus crossed his arms as she watched him, his face set in displeasure as he surveyed the room. He didn't lose the expression as Dumbledore motioned him forward with a wrinkled hand.

Hermione suddenly gave an involuntary shudder as the last of the tremors left her frame. That drew a lot of eyes to her.

Harry and Ron both instinctively turned towards her, frowns marring their faces that stayed their even as she assured them that she was fine. Her mind was probed twice by different people. Hermione sent back reassurance and was surprised when she followed the second prob. Theodore wanted reassurance. With a gentle nudge, she assured him as well.

Dumbledore began to speak once more, drawing the boys attention away from her.

"Today, I would like to also share some good news. Knowing that the school would need a replacement, I called up an old friend who has had experience teaching before. He once taught here years ago but sadly retired early. Meet, Professor Slughorn, he will be your new Potions Professor starting this upcoming week."

Finally, the students really understood.

Ron turned back to face them, his face pale under his freckles. His siblings weren't faring any better. Chatter erupted from every table after that. Harry jumped out of his protective stance as he was drawn into a conversation with Ron and Seamus. Hermione glanced towards the Slytherin table. Theodore was staring at her. He inclined his head and softly spoke to her.

"I suppose this was part of your plan?"

Hermione nodded slowly as Ginny turned to her with questions.

"Hm, yes, this is part of it. Or at least part of the bigger picture."

Harry all of a sudden jostled her as he turned sharply to his side, breaking her connection with Theodore. But before he could say anything to her, Dumbledore silenced the Great hall once again. He kept his smile pleasant as he addressed them.

"I would like to also formally announce your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Snape. He will take on the role for the rest of the year gladly. Now, please enjoy your the rest of your breakfast."

Polite clapping filled the hall as all of the professors took their chairs. Many of those around her quietly cursed at the thought of having Severus as a professor in D.A.D.A.

Hermione just gave a heavy sigh and slipped out of the hall by herself. The boys were distracted enough not to follow. There were more plans to set in motion and no time to think too much about the current events.

But her steps were shadowed by the dead, one that wanted answers.

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After changing into comfortable clothes; which basically consisted of loose joggers and a knitted sweater that her grandma had sent her, she hesitated in leaving the loo. Curiosity kicked in hard.

She let go of all the enchantments and stared into the mirror that hung above the sink. Her eyes didn't glow but the gold in them was very seated and bold now. Her hair was a bit long now, the tips touching her elbows in messy curls.

There were no traces left of the bookish girl from years before. The baby fat was completely gone, leaving behind high cheekbones and a firm jaw.

But there were other changes too. Her breast would never be considered big but they were a handful and Severus didn't seem to mind them.

Her hips were rounder but not too much. Her legs were long yet not too long. She was average. Except for the scars that ran across her body. She smiled ruefully and left the bathroom. She used the floo connection between her room and Severus's. She didn't expect to find him there since she knew he had been called.

She noticed that the room was warm with golden light from the various candles around the room. He must have known she would come. She walked inside the kitchen and made herself a warm cup of tea.

For the next couple of hours, she dranks many cups of tea as she went through many plans and strategies.

It was near dawn when Severus arrived with Theodore, who only nodded vaguely and slipped out with tired steps. Severus walked over to her as he pulled his Death Eater robes off, the mask nowhere in sight. He stared blankly as he fixed the cuffs on his sleeves. Hermione pushed back from the kitchen table and wrapped her arms around his tall frame. She instantly felt his tension but he didn't push her away and instead rested his chin on the top of her head.

"Why have you not told me?"

Hermione stiffened in shock. She tried to move away but his arms became like steel columns as he leveled a surprisingly angry look at her. She huffed and ran a free hand through her hair.

"I can't hide anything from you, can I?"

"Why would you feel the need to is a better question."

That hurt. Both of them stood in silence for a second as they pondered the answer to it. But it also brought her up in defeated anger. She was suddenly feeling very vulnerable. But she knew that he wasn't trying to put her on the spot like he once would have.

She had been hiding something and she had been found out.

"I didn't say anything because they literally tell me nothing. It all means nothing. The dreams only steal sleep from me and cause lingering pain."

While she had been talking, he had let go of her to sit down in the seat she had been occupying before and sat down. His face now hard as he stared up at her. She didn't want the distance so she straddled his lap and leaned forward with her arms on either side of his face. His dark eyes traced the tired lines of fatigue on her face with plain disapproval.

"I want to know. Just like you demand the same from me. I want to know why you are angry, sad, and in general in any other state that isn't happy. Keep things from me again, Granger, and I will have to punish you."

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