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Deaths Voice Summary: Death comes to Hogwarts in one form or other, Tom Riddle lives, and through all of this Hermione Granger and Severus Snape get pushed together . . .
A/N: Yeah, Ron stole the poison in his sixth year, when he wandered off after Albus defeated Riddle. He didn't take it until his seventh year (I thought that was implied, guess not) and then . . . whatever, here's the story. (OH! And Sevvie-Poo comes in this chapter. *I THINK!!!*)
Chapter Two Life Goes On
"Ron! You stupid git!" Hermione cried, again, over the loss of her best friends.
"Harry! We both knew you could have dodged that curse, but you didn't! Why? Why . . .?"
Hermione realized something that night. Life was not all it was cracked up to be. And then, she understood.
Understood why Harry did what he did. Understood exactly how Ron felt.
And she also realized, she didn't have much left to live for.
She rifled through her trunk. Harry had left the Invisibility Cloak to Ron, and Ron to Hermione.
She found it, and made her way to the dungeons, ignoring the Fat Lady's protests at being opened in the dead of night, she was the Head Girl (a position secured for her since her first year), and therefore had her own rooms, still in Gryffindor Tower, but without the risk of someone noticing too soon that she was missing.
She decided to take a leaf out of Ron's book, and made her way down to the dungeons.
She reached the Potions Classroom without incident, but was not so lucky getting in. She had forgotten about wards in her attempt of death.
After five or six minutes, she managed to break the first layer, but was still having problems getting the rest when she heard the unmistakable pitter-patter of cat feet on stone.
She had had to take off the Cloak for spell casting, and had forgotten all about Filch and his cat.
"Damn." She muttered.
Mrs. Norris came pattering down the corridor, and stopped dead in he tracks as she met eyes with Hermione.
"Prrroooow."
"Uh oh!" Hermione murmured.
"Well, well, well, what have we here. Head Girl. Hmm, you'll go straight to Professor Snape for this one girlie."
"Mr. Filch, I -." Filch cut her off.
"Was breaking into a classroom." And he proceeded in taking her arm, and dragging her down a corridor that she didn't know existed.
"Professor Snape!" Filch barked, banging on a hard ebony door.
"What!" Snape snapped, opening the door. Hermione noticed that he was wearing black pajama pants and a large black robe over the top. No shirt.
She blushed.
"Miss Granger!" Snape exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes sir?" She managed.
"Sir, I found her trying to break entrance into the Potions Classroom." Filch intervened.
"Thank you Argus. You may go. I will deal with Miss Granger." Warning bells went off in Hermione's head.
"Alright." Filch sounded reluctant to loose his catch of the night. He left, anyway, though.
"Come in Miss Granger." Snape said.
Hermione reluctantly obliged.
"What were you doing in the dungeons, on a Saturday, at two o'clock in the morning?" Snape asked her.
She remained silent. Hermione didn't think it would be a good idea to tell Snape about trying to steal a poison from his stores.
"Well . . .?" He prompted.
"I - I needed a sleeping potion." She lied.
"Why didn't you go to Madam Pomfrey?" He asked kindly, too kindly.
"I didn't want to bother her at this hour." Hermione lied again.
"Then, why, may I ask, you were trying to break into my classroom?" He persisted.
"I, thought I could find one there." She said, she, did, in fact, believe there was a sleeping potion there, but that wasn't what she was looking for.
"I will have to give you a detention Miss Granger." He said, the kindness still lurking strangely in his voice.
"I know." She answered.
"Alright. Come to the dungeons Monday seven o'clock sharp. Do not be late, by any means Miss Granger." He said, and ushered her out the door.
Hermione, however, headed back to the Potions classroom.
She was about to raise her wand, and suddenly, a voice came into her head.
"I see no difference." The acid that was is Snape's voice three years ago had melted some since last year.
Another voice came into her head. "I will have to give you a detention Miss Granger." He had sounded so, so, so nice.
This was definitely not the night to break into Snape's private stores.
Deaths Voice Summary: Death comes to Hogwarts in one form or other, Tom Riddle lives, and through all of this Hermione Granger and Severus Snape get pushed together . . .
A/N: Yeah, Ron stole the poison in his sixth year, when he wandered off after Albus defeated Riddle. He didn't take it until his seventh year (I thought that was implied, guess not) and then . . . whatever, here's the story. (OH! And Sevvie-Poo comes in this chapter. *I THINK!!!*)
Chapter Two Life Goes On
"Ron! You stupid git!" Hermione cried, again, over the loss of her best friends.
"Harry! We both knew you could have dodged that curse, but you didn't! Why? Why . . .?"
Hermione realized something that night. Life was not all it was cracked up to be. And then, she understood.
Understood why Harry did what he did. Understood exactly how Ron felt.
And she also realized, she didn't have much left to live for.
She rifled through her trunk. Harry had left the Invisibility Cloak to Ron, and Ron to Hermione.
She found it, and made her way to the dungeons, ignoring the Fat Lady's protests at being opened in the dead of night, she was the Head Girl (a position secured for her since her first year), and therefore had her own rooms, still in Gryffindor Tower, but without the risk of someone noticing too soon that she was missing.
She decided to take a leaf out of Ron's book, and made her way down to the dungeons.
She reached the Potions Classroom without incident, but was not so lucky getting in. She had forgotten about wards in her attempt of death.
After five or six minutes, she managed to break the first layer, but was still having problems getting the rest when she heard the unmistakable pitter-patter of cat feet on stone.
She had had to take off the Cloak for spell casting, and had forgotten all about Filch and his cat.
"Damn." She muttered.
Mrs. Norris came pattering down the corridor, and stopped dead in he tracks as she met eyes with Hermione.
"Prrroooow."
"Uh oh!" Hermione murmured.
"Well, well, well, what have we here. Head Girl. Hmm, you'll go straight to Professor Snape for this one girlie."
"Mr. Filch, I -." Filch cut her off.
"Was breaking into a classroom." And he proceeded in taking her arm, and dragging her down a corridor that she didn't know existed.
"Professor Snape!" Filch barked, banging on a hard ebony door.
"What!" Snape snapped, opening the door. Hermione noticed that he was wearing black pajama pants and a large black robe over the top. No shirt.
She blushed.
"Miss Granger!" Snape exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes sir?" She managed.
"Sir, I found her trying to break entrance into the Potions Classroom." Filch intervened.
"Thank you Argus. You may go. I will deal with Miss Granger." Warning bells went off in Hermione's head.
"Alright." Filch sounded reluctant to loose his catch of the night. He left, anyway, though.
"Come in Miss Granger." Snape said.
Hermione reluctantly obliged.
"What were you doing in the dungeons, on a Saturday, at two o'clock in the morning?" Snape asked her.
She remained silent. Hermione didn't think it would be a good idea to tell Snape about trying to steal a poison from his stores.
"Well . . .?" He prompted.
"I - I needed a sleeping potion." She lied.
"Why didn't you go to Madam Pomfrey?" He asked kindly, too kindly.
"I didn't want to bother her at this hour." Hermione lied again.
"Then, why, may I ask, you were trying to break into my classroom?" He persisted.
"I, thought I could find one there." She said, she, did, in fact, believe there was a sleeping potion there, but that wasn't what she was looking for.
"I will have to give you a detention Miss Granger." He said, the kindness still lurking strangely in his voice.
"I know." She answered.
"Alright. Come to the dungeons Monday seven o'clock sharp. Do not be late, by any means Miss Granger." He said, and ushered her out the door.
Hermione, however, headed back to the Potions classroom.
She was about to raise her wand, and suddenly, a voice came into her head.
"I see no difference." The acid that was is Snape's voice three years ago had melted some since last year.
Another voice came into her head. "I will have to give you a detention Miss Granger." He had sounded so, so, so nice.
This was definitely not the night to break into Snape's private stores.