Hermione was in her dorm room completing her essay for History of Magic
when the dinner bell rang. Putting her quill down and rubbing her eyes,
she stood. Muscles protested after being moved out of the position that
they had settled in 2 hours ago.
Hermione had a feeling that it was going to be a long night. She still did not remember anything of the previous few days. It was weird to not have your memory in tact. Even if it was only the past few days that were hazy. Professor Casture had approached her earlier that day and asked her if she still wanted to meet to discuss the Battle of Getsight. Hermione couldn't even remember covering that topic, or what she wanted to meet with the professor about.
She made her way down to the common room, and met with Harry and Ron. The trio made their way down the Great Hall. Harry was keeping a close eye on her.
Dinner was uneventful, except for the feel of eyes boring different emotions into her. She looked up at the high table, and spotted Professor McGonagall looking at her with concern, same with Professor Dumbledore. Professor Snape was giving her looks that told her that she better not forget their meeting. But she also felt a pair of eyes looking at her with such anger, malice, hatred. She couldn't pinpoint the source though. It was not coming from the high table. And when she looked around the hall, she could not spot any eyes on her.
After a few minutes of the stares, she lost her appetite. She couldn't stand being so closely watched. She pushed her plate away, and excused herself from the table. She walked out of the hall, still feeling those eyes on her.
~@~
Snape watched her leave the Great Hall. He knew that she could read the expression in his face. She would not be late, he knew. But her mind seemed fogged, so he thought she could use a 'friendly' reminder.
He finished his own meal, got up, and made his way to his office. While he was waiting for her to arrive, he could get some marking out of the way.
~@~
Seven arrived, and a knock was heard from the door.
"Enter."
Hermione entered Snapes office, and stood by the door. She waited for him to look up and acknowledge her.
"Well, don't just stand there. Close the door and have a seat." His tone surprised her. There was none of his regular malice. It wasn't nice or even polite, but it was un-Snapish.
"You wished to speak with me, sir?"
"No, Miss Granger. I wished to ask you to come to my office so that you can annoy me. Your absence in the class has made me miss my daily "know it all" injection." He sneered. Ah, there was the Snape she knew.
She took the seat furthest away from the desk, and waited for what he wanted to say.
"I wish to ask you a few questions regarding last night."
'A walk down memory lane.' Hermione thought dryly.
"Before I found you wandering the halls, what was the last thing you remember?"
"I remember going to sleep in my own room after having an argument with Ron."
"And when was that?" He hated asking. He didn't want to know, and he didn't care. But he had to find out who had attacked her, and if there was possibly a direct threat to the school.
"Wednesday."
"You don't remember anything beyond that? At all?" Snape clarified.
"No." She confirmed.
"Interesting." Snape got up from his desk and walked to a shelf. He came back with a pensive, and beckoned Hermione to approach.
"I'm going to extract your subconscious memories from the past few days, if you will allow me." She nodded. She knew she could trust him, even if she couldn't stand the man.
Snape put the tip of his wand against her temple. Reciting an incantation, he slowly lifted the wand and extracted a very faint silver thread. After losing it, he, again, put his wand against her temple, and recited a slightly different incantation. The thread was once again very faint, and was lost. After the third try and another incantation, there was still no improvement in the quality of the memory.
"Very interesting." Hermione looked at him. He continued. "What I mean is, not only has your conscious memory been eradicated, but also your subconscious. That takes the work of some very powerful magic."
"So what does that mean?" Hermione asked.
"That means that finding out who attacked you through memory is not going to work. Sometimes it can be sparked, inexplicably, back. But this is going to take a lot more time and effort."
He looked thoughtful for a moment. "If you remember anything, no matter how insignificant, I want you to approach either the Headmaster or myself as soon as you can."
Hermione nodded.
"Dismissed."
She got up to leave, but stopped when she heard, "Oh, and Miss Granger. Do not go gossiping about this to your friends. The last thing that is needed is for those two dunderheads to muck up this investigation."
Hermione was about to protest to the insult of her friends, but realized that it would just land her in trouble. She simply turned and walked out of the office back to her dorm room, happy that she had been wrong about the length of the meeting.
A/N: Sorry about the delay for this chapter. I've had some hectic schoolwork. Hopefully will get the next chapter up in a couple of days.
Hermione had a feeling that it was going to be a long night. She still did not remember anything of the previous few days. It was weird to not have your memory in tact. Even if it was only the past few days that were hazy. Professor Casture had approached her earlier that day and asked her if she still wanted to meet to discuss the Battle of Getsight. Hermione couldn't even remember covering that topic, or what she wanted to meet with the professor about.
She made her way down to the common room, and met with Harry and Ron. The trio made their way down the Great Hall. Harry was keeping a close eye on her.
Dinner was uneventful, except for the feel of eyes boring different emotions into her. She looked up at the high table, and spotted Professor McGonagall looking at her with concern, same with Professor Dumbledore. Professor Snape was giving her looks that told her that she better not forget their meeting. But she also felt a pair of eyes looking at her with such anger, malice, hatred. She couldn't pinpoint the source though. It was not coming from the high table. And when she looked around the hall, she could not spot any eyes on her.
After a few minutes of the stares, she lost her appetite. She couldn't stand being so closely watched. She pushed her plate away, and excused herself from the table. She walked out of the hall, still feeling those eyes on her.
~@~
Snape watched her leave the Great Hall. He knew that she could read the expression in his face. She would not be late, he knew. But her mind seemed fogged, so he thought she could use a 'friendly' reminder.
He finished his own meal, got up, and made his way to his office. While he was waiting for her to arrive, he could get some marking out of the way.
~@~
Seven arrived, and a knock was heard from the door.
"Enter."
Hermione entered Snapes office, and stood by the door. She waited for him to look up and acknowledge her.
"Well, don't just stand there. Close the door and have a seat." His tone surprised her. There was none of his regular malice. It wasn't nice or even polite, but it was un-Snapish.
"You wished to speak with me, sir?"
"No, Miss Granger. I wished to ask you to come to my office so that you can annoy me. Your absence in the class has made me miss my daily "know it all" injection." He sneered. Ah, there was the Snape she knew.
She took the seat furthest away from the desk, and waited for what he wanted to say.
"I wish to ask you a few questions regarding last night."
'A walk down memory lane.' Hermione thought dryly.
"Before I found you wandering the halls, what was the last thing you remember?"
"I remember going to sleep in my own room after having an argument with Ron."
"And when was that?" He hated asking. He didn't want to know, and he didn't care. But he had to find out who had attacked her, and if there was possibly a direct threat to the school.
"Wednesday."
"You don't remember anything beyond that? At all?" Snape clarified.
"No." She confirmed.
"Interesting." Snape got up from his desk and walked to a shelf. He came back with a pensive, and beckoned Hermione to approach.
"I'm going to extract your subconscious memories from the past few days, if you will allow me." She nodded. She knew she could trust him, even if she couldn't stand the man.
Snape put the tip of his wand against her temple. Reciting an incantation, he slowly lifted the wand and extracted a very faint silver thread. After losing it, he, again, put his wand against her temple, and recited a slightly different incantation. The thread was once again very faint, and was lost. After the third try and another incantation, there was still no improvement in the quality of the memory.
"Very interesting." Hermione looked at him. He continued. "What I mean is, not only has your conscious memory been eradicated, but also your subconscious. That takes the work of some very powerful magic."
"So what does that mean?" Hermione asked.
"That means that finding out who attacked you through memory is not going to work. Sometimes it can be sparked, inexplicably, back. But this is going to take a lot more time and effort."
He looked thoughtful for a moment. "If you remember anything, no matter how insignificant, I want you to approach either the Headmaster or myself as soon as you can."
Hermione nodded.
"Dismissed."
She got up to leave, but stopped when she heard, "Oh, and Miss Granger. Do not go gossiping about this to your friends. The last thing that is needed is for those two dunderheads to muck up this investigation."
Hermione was about to protest to the insult of her friends, but realized that it would just land her in trouble. She simply turned and walked out of the office back to her dorm room, happy that she had been wrong about the length of the meeting.
A/N: Sorry about the delay for this chapter. I've had some hectic schoolwork. Hopefully will get the next chapter up in a couple of days.