A/N- I realize that it has been an enormously long time since I updated. But I have been writing, but most of my energy has been going toward my other story the Absinthe Chronicles. I've already done through year four. SO go read that one at Adultfafiction.net, after you read this one. I will try to be better about updating. I promise. Oh yeah, this is a really short chapter. Sorry.
The good girl- 7 - Dissertations are boring as hell
Hermione didn't have any plans that evening and would have jumped at the chance to help Snape, unfortunately he didn't ask. She sat in the library most of the night researching on her own. She went through every potions book and journal she could find. She even found a section in the back where the potions master before Snape had taken on apprentices and they had done dissertations on various potions or potion theories. She took the entire stack and sat down at one of the tables. The books tipped over and spilled across three tables. 'How could one teacher have so many apprentces?' She thought to herself.
She flipped through each one in turn to see the topics and if they were even remotely helpful. Most weren't. After going through one hundred and sixty seven bad dissertations, 'I mean really, why did these people want to become potions masters, they obviously had no interest in the topic.' She came to one that looked hopeful.
The evolution of illegal potions into airborne killers.
How the plague came to be in London.
By Severus Snape
Hermione's mind was reeling with ideas. She read through the dissertation front to back every-word. When she finally finished she heard people headed to the great hall for breakfast. She was glad she had thrown on her robes before heading down to the library last night. She tried to restrain her hair back in a clip the best she could and headed for breakfast. She sat down and began stuffing her face in a most un-lady-like way. She had just taken a bite of toast, sip of juice and spoonful of porridge when she heard someone walk up behind her.
"Being yourself includes eating like a pig? I could ask the headmaster to get you a trough if you like?" She turned to see Snape behind her and frantically began waving while she chewed and held up her hand to ask him to wait. She continued chewing while she dug through her bag and pulled out the dissertation and handed it to him. She finally swallowed.
"I found this last night! Oops, sorry." She brushed some crumbs off his robes where, in her excitement, they had landed. He had a look of disgust and bewilderment on his face."I thought that, well obviously it's excellent," He turned and began walking, "but I had some idea's because of this, I really think we could work with this." At this point she had followed him up to the head table and the other teachers were smirking at her enthusiasm in pursuing him with her idea. He looked like he was running from her.
"Hermione dear, why don't you pull up a chair and discuss your idea with us." Dumbledore waved his wand and a chair flew up behind her knees as she sat down not worried about whether or not it was there.
"Well, I was thinking that if we could find a potion that will weaken Voldemort," a few of the teachers flinched, "then turn it into and airborne potion, Harry could fly in close enough to administer it, while under a charm by Professor Flitwick, that would disguise or camouflage him. Then the rest of us could be waiting and as soon as we know the potion has been administered we attack while he is weak." Some of the teachers nodded their heads approvingly and there were a few mumbles, Snape however was not agreeing.
"What about the hoards of deatheaters? What about the dementors? Giants? Not to mention the things that we don't even know about. What about all of that?"
"I'm just doing potions work, let the other people figure out the other stuff, we all have specific tasks, I am at least coming up with something." She stood up and huffed back to the Gryffindor table.
"Severus, she's trying. I would like you and her to work together. I think that your minds could combine to be our most powerful tool."
"She is a child Albus, and a child with an identity crises! She knows nothing of war or death. She will not be able to handle what she will be seeing."
"You may be surprised at what she can handle, and I see no identity crises, I see someone finally breaking out of their shell." Snape turned back to his plate and mumbled. There was no point in trying to talk to Albus when he was like this. He would just have to try to get through to the girl.
