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Her pace increasing, as she walked down the hall, she began wondering why Dumbledore would want to speak with her. 'Maybe he needs me to fill in for one of the teachers for a while. Maybe it's got to do with Voldemort.' She reached the door to his office. The gargoyle said "Do go upstairs, he is waiting for you." She thanked the gargoyle, and it began to rise up, allowing her access to the stairs.
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"You want me to what?" she asked in confusion.
"I want you to come back here as Potions Assistant." Replied Dumbledore, with a glint in his eye.
"And have to work with Sn-, uh, Professor Snape?" Whilst the prospect of working with Hogwarts' most feared teacher didn't appeal to her, the thought that he was a Death Eater, strangely enough, did. She thought that he would know, more than anyone else, who the 'mystery man' was. She smiled at the Headmaster.
"I'll do it."
Dumbledore smiled back. "Excellent. Miss Granger, uh, Hermione. After dinner, Minerva will show you to your new rooms. You will of course, be allowed to go back to your apartment and get your belongings."
"Wonderful." Said Hermione. Dumbledore stood up, and offered his arm to Hermione.
"Then, let us go to the Great Hall. Dinner is to begin soon." Hermione linked her arm through his, and they set off for dinner.
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When they arrived, most of the students and staff members were already seated. Dumbledore led her up to the Staff table. He took his seat in the middle, and the only seat left was in between Hagrid and Professor Trelawny.
"Hermione! How wonderful ta see yer. How are yeh?"
"I'm good, Hagrid. How are you?"
"Not too bad. Mind yeh, I've been havin' a bit o' trouble with one o' me Horpigs."
Hermione looked confused, then quickly recalled that a Horpigs was an animal that was a cross between a pig and a horse. They had the 'fur' of a horse, but it was pink, like a pig. They were the size of a Shetland pony, with a pig's tail and a horses face. They had the tendency to roll in mud, like pigs, and they kick out their back lags when agitated, like a horse.
"Oh? Whats the problem?" she asked, as the food magically appeared on the table before them.
"Well, she's pregnant, but, I don't think its ter one o' the other Horpigs." He looked worried.
She asked the obvious question. "What is she pregnant to, then?"
He definitely looked worried. "Uhm, I think its ter one o' me Hippogriffs."
"Oh. That's pretty bad."
"I know."
"Maybe you should turn her over to the Ministry."
"Are yeh kiddin? They'd kill her and the pups! I've got ta keep her meself.
Look, I need someone ter magic a special pen for her and the pups, but I cant do it. And I don't think that anyone else'd be willin ter help me."
She looked down at her plate. "Sure Hagrid. I'll help you." She began eating.
"Thanks Hermione."
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Snape looked down the teachers table to where Hermione was sitting.
'What's she doing here?' he wondered. Then, realisation dawned on him. 'Oh, shit. She's my new assistant.' He looked at Dumbledore, with suspicion written all over his face. Surely Dumbledore knew what Snape thought of her? 'What are you up to, old man?' As if he knew that Snape was watching him, Dumbledore turned to face him.
"Severus, can I speak to you after dinner, please?" Snape's eyes narrowed, but he nodded. Dumbledore smiled. "Good."
'No doubt he'll be informing me that my Assistant has arrived. Wonderful.'
A/N: Thanx to MaeveMalfoy and Ponine and all the rest for their support. Keep Reading and Reviewing!
On with the story!
Her pace increasing, as she walked down the hall, she began wondering why Dumbledore would want to speak with her. 'Maybe he needs me to fill in for one of the teachers for a while. Maybe it's got to do with Voldemort.' She reached the door to his office. The gargoyle said "Do go upstairs, he is waiting for you." She thanked the gargoyle, and it began to rise up, allowing her access to the stairs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You want me to what?" she asked in confusion.
"I want you to come back here as Potions Assistant." Replied Dumbledore, with a glint in his eye.
"And have to work with Sn-, uh, Professor Snape?" Whilst the prospect of working with Hogwarts' most feared teacher didn't appeal to her, the thought that he was a Death Eater, strangely enough, did. She thought that he would know, more than anyone else, who the 'mystery man' was. She smiled at the Headmaster.
"I'll do it."
Dumbledore smiled back. "Excellent. Miss Granger, uh, Hermione. After dinner, Minerva will show you to your new rooms. You will of course, be allowed to go back to your apartment and get your belongings."
"Wonderful." Said Hermione. Dumbledore stood up, and offered his arm to Hermione.
"Then, let us go to the Great Hall. Dinner is to begin soon." Hermione linked her arm through his, and they set off for dinner.
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When they arrived, most of the students and staff members were already seated. Dumbledore led her up to the Staff table. He took his seat in the middle, and the only seat left was in between Hagrid and Professor Trelawny.
"Hermione! How wonderful ta see yer. How are yeh?"
"I'm good, Hagrid. How are you?"
"Not too bad. Mind yeh, I've been havin' a bit o' trouble with one o' me Horpigs."
Hermione looked confused, then quickly recalled that a Horpigs was an animal that was a cross between a pig and a horse. They had the 'fur' of a horse, but it was pink, like a pig. They were the size of a Shetland pony, with a pig's tail and a horses face. They had the tendency to roll in mud, like pigs, and they kick out their back lags when agitated, like a horse.
"Oh? Whats the problem?" she asked, as the food magically appeared on the table before them.
"Well, she's pregnant, but, I don't think its ter one o' the other Horpigs." He looked worried.
She asked the obvious question. "What is she pregnant to, then?"
He definitely looked worried. "Uhm, I think its ter one o' me Hippogriffs."
"Oh. That's pretty bad."
"I know."
"Maybe you should turn her over to the Ministry."
"Are yeh kiddin? They'd kill her and the pups! I've got ta keep her meself.
Look, I need someone ter magic a special pen for her and the pups, but I cant do it. And I don't think that anyone else'd be willin ter help me."
She looked down at her plate. "Sure Hagrid. I'll help you." She began eating.
"Thanks Hermione."
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Snape looked down the teachers table to where Hermione was sitting.
'What's she doing here?' he wondered. Then, realisation dawned on him. 'Oh, shit. She's my new assistant.' He looked at Dumbledore, with suspicion written all over his face. Surely Dumbledore knew what Snape thought of her? 'What are you up to, old man?' As if he knew that Snape was watching him, Dumbledore turned to face him.
"Severus, can I speak to you after dinner, please?" Snape's eyes narrowed, but he nodded. Dumbledore smiled. "Good."
'No doubt he'll be informing me that my Assistant has arrived. Wonderful.'