Chapter 5: Professor Snape

Hermione borrowed that special book from the library after she and all the other giggling school girls were thrown out of the place for causing a ruckus. How embarrassing, thought Hermione, but this was all part of growing up. Thrown out of the library today, thrown out of the night the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow. She needed to investigate this thing about the Holy Relic further, and who best would know about it. As she wandered through the halls in deep thoughts on the subject, she came upon the tall dark stoic Professor Snape. Oh well, what the hey. His specialty was potions, but he knew other things.

"Professor Snape?" Hermione queried.

"Yes, Miss Granger?" he answered in that dry cold voice.

"I was wondering if you could help me out on this item," she said as she showed him the item in the book.

The cold stone chiseled features of the man changed for a moment to a bright cheerful expression, then it quickly returned to normal. "Well, Miss Granger, I lack personal experience with THAT particular relic . . . but I am well versed in such matters. Should you come across the Holy Relic, just stop by my office after school hours, and I will be more than happy to show you how to use it."

Ever polite, Hermione smiled and said, "Thank you, Professor Snape."