Hermione stood in her bedroom, a blue glass sat on the windowsill filled
with a grey goopy liquid. She had on layers of long black robes that
splashed across the floor.
'Almost finished..' She thought to herself as she added a few drops from a vial.
A familiar crack rang through her bedroom and she turned around to see a replica of herself, tugging the hem of her skirt.
"Miss Granger, how do you manage with these things?" Snape's silky voice erupted from her clone's lips.
"How do - you - manage in these robes? I keep on tripping every time I move!" she smiled, holding the blue glass in front of her. "Its complete." She held it up.
"Excellent. Now drink it so I can go home and put on some decent clothing." Snape said angrily, adjusting the ever-annoying bra strap on his back.
Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the scene. She tipped her back and drank the disgusting contents of the glass, fighting the urge to vomit in front of her Potions teacher.
She felt a writhing feeling in her stomach and her skin grow hot, her legs ached as they expanded, thrusting her into being seven or eight inches taller. She shook the feeling off and looked up at herself who was sneering from across the room.
"My, I am dashing.." Snape's voice said as Hermione smiled. The real Hermione walked over to the mirror and began feeling around her face, a large hooked nose, greasy hair, set back black eyes. She felt nauseas and she turned to face Snape again, looking down on him.
"You know what to do right?" she asked, trying to make her voice sound soft and silky.
Snape smirked, "Yes, Ill pretend I'm you, so your silly little friends don't get suspicious while you do what you have to." Snape changed his voice to sound like Hermione.
"Excellent. The robes fit much better now.." She looked in the mirror straightening them out.
"Granger, it's nearly seven, stop delaying and apparate to the front door so the meeting can start. The potion will only last an hour." he sneered.
"Right. Good luck." Hermione smiled and apparated to the front door. She rang the doorbell, which was invisible due to the security charms on the house, and stepped back.
"Severus! Good to see you, old chap!" Lupin opened the door, grinning, he let him in.
"Remus." Hermione acknowledged.
"Listen, I've been meaning to ask you about that draught we used last week.." Lupin walked with her to the kitchen/dining room.
"It will have to wait, Remus. I have other engagements this evening, I will have to leave as soon as the meeting ends."
"Oh, alright. Everyone is here let's get started." Lupin said, the disappointment reflecting in his voice.
Hermione walked into the kitchen and marveled at everyone who was there. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Arthur, Molly, Tonks, Moody and Arabella Figg to name a few. Lupin took his seat between Molly and Tonks, leaving Severus, or Hermione rather, standing.
"Well, aren't you going to sit down, Severus?" Professor McGonagall asked, motioning to the empty chair between herself and Moody. Hermione sat down, feeling a bit edgy about sitting next to Moody and his magical eye.
Dumbledore sat at the head of the table, smiling. "Well, we have a few things to discuss this evening." He said slowly. "First order of business; I believe Voldemort is recruiting followers again, perhaps younger wizards."
There was a murmuring amongst the table. Hermione moved nervously in her seat.
"Severus, I must say I am indeed suspicious of young Mr. Malfoy. As head of his house, do you think this might be a possibility?" Dumbledore asked.
Hermione looked around at the eyes staring at her. She took a deep breath.
"No. Mr. Malfoy, can indeed be quite nasty, but I don't think that he has the magical abilities that the Dark Lord would find beneficial." She looked around, hoping this would satisfy them. More murmuring.
"But his father has been charged with being one of them!" Molly Weasley broke out. "It wouldn't surprise me one bit if he used his father's power to get into You-Know-Who's inner circle."
The table started chattering and heads nodded in agreement with Mrs. Weasley.
Hermione winced, and suddenly remember she was Snape. "If you all don't trust my opinions and judgments, I don't see any need to be here." She said shortly.
"There, there, Severus." Dumbledore smiled. "You have my complete trust."
Just outside the door to the dining room, Harry, Ron and Hermione stood, listening in.
"I honestly don't know why Dumbledore favors that greasy git so much." Ron said, shaking his head. "He's turned dark before, why wouldn't he go back again."
Hermione/Snape crossed his arms and bit his bottom lip, determined not to say anything to the Weasley.
"What's wrong with you?" Harry suddenly asked Hermione. She looked up startled.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You're acting awfully odd." He said. "Is something wrong?"
"No." Snape said icily.
Ron continued to rant. "I mean, really, what do you suppose Snape has done, that makes Dumbledore trust him? The way I see it is once you go evil, you never go back. Dumbledore is the greatest wizard who ever lived, you would think he would see right through Snape."
Snape clenched his fists, wishing for nothing more at that point then to hex Ron Weasley, until he was unrecognizable even to his own mother.
Back inside the dining room, The Order was have a heated discussion on the whereabouts of Voldemort.
"I'm telling you, he has been seen in London!" Moody said, his voice growing louder.
"There have been several reports that he has changed himself back into human form, which will make him nearly impossible to find. He has the ability to go out whenever he chooses now." McGonagall said, a trace of worry in her voice.
"What worries me is that Death Eaters have been seen about in public together. I believe the Ministry has given them a full pardon." Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "Just last week, Remus saw the Malfoys with the Lestranges in Diagon Alley, isn't that right Remus?"
"Yes, I was having dinner with Arthur and Molly at the restaurant down on Parish Alley, and Lucius was there with Narcissa, Draco, Bellatrix, and Rodolph --- and Severus."
All eyes were focused on Hermione again and she flushed. "Of course, I was having dinner. Lucius is an old friend of mine, convicted or not, I do not believe that would change anything."
Everyone stared blankly at her.
"Besides," She added in an attempt to recover, "I was hoping they would tell me the whereabouts of Voldemort."
She began to wonder breifly why Remus didn't bring up his suspicions about herself.
"Well, I believe a good place to put Aurors would be Diagon Alley then." McGonagall spoke again. "Kingsley, Tonks, perhaps you should set up an outpost on Diagon Alley. I believe the space above the Owl Emporium is not occupied. Perhaps it could be your meeting point."
"Sounds good." Kingsley smiled.
Hermione sighed quietly as Minerva and Dumbledore started handing out orders. Now she wouldn't be able to go back to Diagon Alley with Draco, or Snape or anyone.
Moody smiled next to her. "I have a feeling we're going to know just where Voldemort is, very soon."
After the meeting adjourned she left the house and apparated back to her bedroom, just as she was transforming back to herself. Snape was already there, nearly transformed back, himself. He had put on one of his long black robes and was anxiously awaiting his bushy brown hair to go away.
"How did it go?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"Well. I have some information to pass on. How was everything on your end?" she asked, desperately searching for a bottle of shampoo.
"How were you friends with Potter and Weasley? They're such dolts. I had to stop myself from strangling Weasley more than once."
Hermione giggled. "Yes they can be a bit annoying."
"Well then, enjoy your Easter Holiday, Monday night we will be meeting at the Malfoys." Snape said coolly and with out another word, he apparated out.
______ ________ And on the eight day, Katt said "Let there be Reviews!" Just kidding. Tell me what you think.
Also quick authors note in reference to the polyjuice potion. In the movie its true, their voices don't change, but in the Chamber of Secrets novel, they do. I quote CoS, American Paperback, Chapter 12, Page 217: "The he realized that his glasses were clouding his eyes because Goyle obviously didn't need them --- he took them off and called "Are you two okay?" Goyle's low rasp of a voice issued from his mouth. "Yeah," came the deep grunt of Crabbe from his right."
'Almost finished..' She thought to herself as she added a few drops from a vial.
A familiar crack rang through her bedroom and she turned around to see a replica of herself, tugging the hem of her skirt.
"Miss Granger, how do you manage with these things?" Snape's silky voice erupted from her clone's lips.
"How do - you - manage in these robes? I keep on tripping every time I move!" she smiled, holding the blue glass in front of her. "Its complete." She held it up.
"Excellent. Now drink it so I can go home and put on some decent clothing." Snape said angrily, adjusting the ever-annoying bra strap on his back.
Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the scene. She tipped her back and drank the disgusting contents of the glass, fighting the urge to vomit in front of her Potions teacher.
She felt a writhing feeling in her stomach and her skin grow hot, her legs ached as they expanded, thrusting her into being seven or eight inches taller. She shook the feeling off and looked up at herself who was sneering from across the room.
"My, I am dashing.." Snape's voice said as Hermione smiled. The real Hermione walked over to the mirror and began feeling around her face, a large hooked nose, greasy hair, set back black eyes. She felt nauseas and she turned to face Snape again, looking down on him.
"You know what to do right?" she asked, trying to make her voice sound soft and silky.
Snape smirked, "Yes, Ill pretend I'm you, so your silly little friends don't get suspicious while you do what you have to." Snape changed his voice to sound like Hermione.
"Excellent. The robes fit much better now.." She looked in the mirror straightening them out.
"Granger, it's nearly seven, stop delaying and apparate to the front door so the meeting can start. The potion will only last an hour." he sneered.
"Right. Good luck." Hermione smiled and apparated to the front door. She rang the doorbell, which was invisible due to the security charms on the house, and stepped back.
"Severus! Good to see you, old chap!" Lupin opened the door, grinning, he let him in.
"Remus." Hermione acknowledged.
"Listen, I've been meaning to ask you about that draught we used last week.." Lupin walked with her to the kitchen/dining room.
"It will have to wait, Remus. I have other engagements this evening, I will have to leave as soon as the meeting ends."
"Oh, alright. Everyone is here let's get started." Lupin said, the disappointment reflecting in his voice.
Hermione walked into the kitchen and marveled at everyone who was there. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Arthur, Molly, Tonks, Moody and Arabella Figg to name a few. Lupin took his seat between Molly and Tonks, leaving Severus, or Hermione rather, standing.
"Well, aren't you going to sit down, Severus?" Professor McGonagall asked, motioning to the empty chair between herself and Moody. Hermione sat down, feeling a bit edgy about sitting next to Moody and his magical eye.
Dumbledore sat at the head of the table, smiling. "Well, we have a few things to discuss this evening." He said slowly. "First order of business; I believe Voldemort is recruiting followers again, perhaps younger wizards."
There was a murmuring amongst the table. Hermione moved nervously in her seat.
"Severus, I must say I am indeed suspicious of young Mr. Malfoy. As head of his house, do you think this might be a possibility?" Dumbledore asked.
Hermione looked around at the eyes staring at her. She took a deep breath.
"No. Mr. Malfoy, can indeed be quite nasty, but I don't think that he has the magical abilities that the Dark Lord would find beneficial." She looked around, hoping this would satisfy them. More murmuring.
"But his father has been charged with being one of them!" Molly Weasley broke out. "It wouldn't surprise me one bit if he used his father's power to get into You-Know-Who's inner circle."
The table started chattering and heads nodded in agreement with Mrs. Weasley.
Hermione winced, and suddenly remember she was Snape. "If you all don't trust my opinions and judgments, I don't see any need to be here." She said shortly.
"There, there, Severus." Dumbledore smiled. "You have my complete trust."
Just outside the door to the dining room, Harry, Ron and Hermione stood, listening in.
"I honestly don't know why Dumbledore favors that greasy git so much." Ron said, shaking his head. "He's turned dark before, why wouldn't he go back again."
Hermione/Snape crossed his arms and bit his bottom lip, determined not to say anything to the Weasley.
"What's wrong with you?" Harry suddenly asked Hermione. She looked up startled.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You're acting awfully odd." He said. "Is something wrong?"
"No." Snape said icily.
Ron continued to rant. "I mean, really, what do you suppose Snape has done, that makes Dumbledore trust him? The way I see it is once you go evil, you never go back. Dumbledore is the greatest wizard who ever lived, you would think he would see right through Snape."
Snape clenched his fists, wishing for nothing more at that point then to hex Ron Weasley, until he was unrecognizable even to his own mother.
Back inside the dining room, The Order was have a heated discussion on the whereabouts of Voldemort.
"I'm telling you, he has been seen in London!" Moody said, his voice growing louder.
"There have been several reports that he has changed himself back into human form, which will make him nearly impossible to find. He has the ability to go out whenever he chooses now." McGonagall said, a trace of worry in her voice.
"What worries me is that Death Eaters have been seen about in public together. I believe the Ministry has given them a full pardon." Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "Just last week, Remus saw the Malfoys with the Lestranges in Diagon Alley, isn't that right Remus?"
"Yes, I was having dinner with Arthur and Molly at the restaurant down on Parish Alley, and Lucius was there with Narcissa, Draco, Bellatrix, and Rodolph --- and Severus."
All eyes were focused on Hermione again and she flushed. "Of course, I was having dinner. Lucius is an old friend of mine, convicted or not, I do not believe that would change anything."
Everyone stared blankly at her.
"Besides," She added in an attempt to recover, "I was hoping they would tell me the whereabouts of Voldemort."
She began to wonder breifly why Remus didn't bring up his suspicions about herself.
"Well, I believe a good place to put Aurors would be Diagon Alley then." McGonagall spoke again. "Kingsley, Tonks, perhaps you should set up an outpost on Diagon Alley. I believe the space above the Owl Emporium is not occupied. Perhaps it could be your meeting point."
"Sounds good." Kingsley smiled.
Hermione sighed quietly as Minerva and Dumbledore started handing out orders. Now she wouldn't be able to go back to Diagon Alley with Draco, or Snape or anyone.
Moody smiled next to her. "I have a feeling we're going to know just where Voldemort is, very soon."
After the meeting adjourned she left the house and apparated back to her bedroom, just as she was transforming back to herself. Snape was already there, nearly transformed back, himself. He had put on one of his long black robes and was anxiously awaiting his bushy brown hair to go away.
"How did it go?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"Well. I have some information to pass on. How was everything on your end?" she asked, desperately searching for a bottle of shampoo.
"How were you friends with Potter and Weasley? They're such dolts. I had to stop myself from strangling Weasley more than once."
Hermione giggled. "Yes they can be a bit annoying."
"Well then, enjoy your Easter Holiday, Monday night we will be meeting at the Malfoys." Snape said coolly and with out another word, he apparated out.
______ ________ And on the eight day, Katt said "Let there be Reviews!" Just kidding. Tell me what you think.
Also quick authors note in reference to the polyjuice potion. In the movie its true, their voices don't change, but in the Chamber of Secrets novel, they do. I quote CoS, American Paperback, Chapter 12, Page 217: "The he realized that his glasses were clouding his eyes because Goyle obviously didn't need them --- he took them off and called "Are you two okay?" Goyle's low rasp of a voice issued from his mouth. "Yeah," came the deep grunt of Crabbe from his right."