After Snape pulled Hermione out into the hall, Harry looked at Ron and surprisingly pulled himself to sit upright.

"Ron, what happened?" Ron looked at Harry. He forgot that Harry didn't have any idea as to what happened, and wasn't quite sure how to tell him.

"Harry, what would you do if Snape suddenly became Hermione's uncle?" Harry flinched.

"What? You aren't making much sense, Ron." Ron summoned up a chair and sat down.

"I'm serious, what if Snape had a niece and it happened to be 'Mione?"

"Are you saying--no, that's silly, Ron. Tell me what happened?" Ron didn't say anything, he put his head down and played with a bump on his jeans on his knee.

"Ron, it can't be! Hermione--Snape, no. That's silly, they can't be, can it?" Ron looked up and nodded.

"I'm afraid so."

"I did miss a lot, didn't I?" Ron nodded again. Harry kept shaking his head, it couldn't be true, could it? Hermione was too nice to be related to Professor Snape. Ron seemed persistent, though, to persistent actually.

"Do you think you can walk?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged and moved the blankets off of his legs. He slid both legs over the side of the bed and took Ron's outstretched hand to help him up. He wobbled for a second, but he steadied himself. He put one foot out and had to hold onto Ron for support. After a few steps, Harry let go of Ron's shoulder and could walk fine, wobbling every now and then, but he was walking. At that moment Madam Pomfrey walked in and applauded.

"Well, Harry Potter. It's nice to see you up and walking again. I wonder how it worked so fast, though." Madame Pomfrey shrugged. Different potions, different people, was what she always said. She walked over to Harry and held a small metal diamond up to his arm, after a few seconds it beeped and she looked at it.

"Trying out this new thing. It's supposed to take all your vitals in one quick and easy step." She nodded, proud with the response.

"Well, according to that you're fine to go. How do you feel?"

"I feel fine." Harry said. He just wanted to get out of the hospital, it was one thing he visited too many times.

"Well then, Ron, would you mind helping Harry back to the dorms?"

"No, Madam Pomfrey." After Harry's belongings had been picked up, Ron walked with Harry back to the dorms, explaining everything he could remember that went on to Harry.

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"Hermione, you can't dodge me for the rest of your schooling years at Hogwarts." Snape had said once they got out of the hospital wing. Hermione was silent.

"You can't decide not to talk around me either." Snape stopped and turned towards Hermione, she looked at the painting on the wall. Snape caught her glare and turned around. He saw the people in the picture were sitting around a table having tea, watching the two and smiling. Snape mumbled 'buzz off' and started walking again. The people in the painting shrugged and went back to sipping their tea and talking.

"I know you hate it as much as I; hearing we're related and such, but that gives you no right to act any different." Hermione looked at him, for once Snape saw pain in her eyes.

"I hate them so much." Hermione said under her breath.

"What? That's ridiculous, who do you hate?" Snape let out a small chuckle.

"Why didn't they tell me before? All this time, they had to tell me and they didn't even--"

"You can't hate them forever." Snape turned into his office, Hermione stood outside of it.

"Well, come in." Hermione put her head down and slumped into the dark office. The door closed softly behind her, which was something that never happened before. She sat down on one of the chairs in the corner.

"Listen, I know this is going to be awkward for the both of us for a while, I know that as soon as the news gets out, people will act differently around us too, but that gives you no right to avoid this subject." Hermione looked at the walls of books Snape had in his office. She got up and walked up to one, pulled it off the shelf and started reading it.

"Hermione, please put the book down. We need to talk." Snape walked over to Hermione and plucked the book out of her hands, she grabbed another book off the shelf and opened it. Snape took that book as well and stopped her when she reached for another.

"What is there to talk about?" Snape pulled Hermione over to a chair and he sat down in front of her.

"You remind me of my sister." He started.

"What do you mean?"

"My sister and I never got along."

"That's a surprise." Hermione rolled her eyes, Snape shot her a warning look.

"You are so difficult!" He grunted.

"I know." Hermione sighed and eyed the books again. Snape cleared his throat making Hermione jump and turn back to Snape.

"They never told me anything about having a baby until that day I went to my parents house during Summer vacation. My parents just walked out, they just left you in my care, knowing how much I hated kids." Hermione sighed.

"Snape, I don't want a lecture. I get that from you every day."

"Will you just sit and listen to me? Honestly child, you make it seem more complicated than it is."

"I-I know what happened." Hermione put her head down.

"What do you mean?"

"A few nights ago, after I was told, well that night I had somewhat of a vision and I saw it all."

"You saw everything?" Hermione nodded.

"The last thing I remember seeing is lying there in a crib and you were looking into my eyes, then it kind of blacks out, I guess I went to sleep then or something." Snape smiled, remembering the moment.

"You did."

"What?"

"You fell asleep at that moment." There was a moment of silence.

"I'm sorry this had to happen to you, the mark and everything."

"Did you just say I'm sorry?" Hermione turned her head on it's side and raised an eyebrow. Snape sighed.

"Listen, I'm not that good at this making-up stuff, so go easy on me."

"That's the most sensible thing you've said all day." Hermione mumbled.

"If I wasn't trying to make amends with you, Hermione, you'd have detention for a week." Snape joked. He let out a laugh and Hermione smiled.

"I guess I kinda have to treat you like an Uncle, but only under a few conditions." Hermione finally gave in. Snape relaxed a little bit.

"And what might those be?"

"First, stop calling me Hermione, it just isn't right. Secondly, please don't treat me any differently than the other students." Snape nodded.

"That sounds fair enough." Hermione looked at her watch.

"Oh goodness, we're late for class." Hermione stood up and walked out of the door. Snape shook his head and walked into the classroom, spotting Hermione just coming in the door. She was surprised to see Harry back so soon as she took a seat in-between Ron and Harry.

"Hey Harry." She whispered, Harry just smiled. She looked up and saw Professor Snape and gave a little smile.

"Ms. Granger," His voice seemed stern. 'Now that's more like it.' Hermione thought.

"Yes, Professor?"

"Detention, tonight, 7:30." Hermione got a confused look on her face.

"Why professor?"

"You were late."

THE END

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