A/N: CassandraTheEvil, yes ::sheepish grin:: I kinda got the idea from that one, but never fear, it will stray down a completely different path so I don't have my fellow author really really angry. I love that story BTW. Pathatlon, they will get into deeper stuff, don't you worry. Dragonmaster, Aindel, and Moonassasin13, thanks so much! I love your reviews because I know someone actually reads what I write! ::wipes away tear::
Chapter Two:
That snarky git! Hermione was seeing red. She knew he was just baiting her, and if she got mad, she would just be playing into his hands by providing a way for him to take house points from Gryffindor, and she wasn't going to let her classmates down in a moment of hot-headed rage. Trying to calm herself, she counted to ten, took deep breaths, and said, "Sir, perhaps it would be prudent to find a way out instead of bickering like adolescents."
Snape faked a look of surprise as he snarled, "Ah, logic at last. My, my, Hermione, we certainly aren't living up to our classroom standards, are we- "
At that moment he cut off his remark with a sharp intake of breath, and in the dim light, Hermione could see how he clutched his arm where she knew the incriminating brand of the dark mark was present.
Through clenched teeth, Snape groaned, "I have to get out of here! The unlocking and opening spells don't work. I thought that was obvious when alohamora didn't work after the sixth time you cast it, so stop waving your wand about, silly girl."
Hermione was near the breaking point at the end of her rope. Here she is trying to help the man, and all he did was snap at her. Finally she blew up. "Professor Severus Snape," she yelled with a sarcastic accent on the word professor, "I am trying to help you, not force-feed you poison. If you know a better way to get out, than do tell and stop being such a prat! What are you trying to do? Click the heels of your ruby slippers and say 'I want to go home'?"
Snape was fed up. He yelled right back at her saying, "First of all, if you're going to quote, quote correctly. I believe Dorothy said 'there's no place like home.' And second of all, I'm so, so sorry if I offended your poor, wee little mind. I assure you it was the last thing on my agenda, unjustly insulting you while I'm lying here in pain. If you had seen the sense in my earlier statement, you would've thought to stop trying useless methods and start actually thinking. I think Mr. Weasley has been a bad influence on you."
All of a sudden, they heard the sound of feet tramping above them and a bell ringing, signaling the end of class. Immediately, Hermione began to scream for help, while Snape, unheard and unheeded, grumbled, "Quiet, girl! I have a headache."
Professor Flitwick was on his way to the library, looking forward to reading up on how to magically trim nose hair, which had been a problem for him lately, when he heard faint cries for help coming from the trick stair. Honestly, maybe Severus had a point about those first years sometimes. Even after they were warned, they still fell into that stair.
He walked over and bent down to remove the locking wards surrounding the step, and nearly had a heart attack when none other than Miss Granger stepped out, brushing dust off of her disheveled robes. He nearly had a stroke when Severus Snape climbed out right behind her, clutching his forearm in an iron grip.
Snape nodded his thanks to Flitwick and was on his way, but Hermione lingered. After a few minutes of awkward silence, she tentatively ventured, "Thank you, Professor. Could I go see Professor Dumbledore?"
Flitwick nodded and said, "Is it about Severus'-.... Well, is it about Severus?" When Hermione nodded he laid a hand on her shoulder and said in his squeaky tones, "Don't worry, Miss Granger, I'll come with you. I think we can trust you with this kind of information."
Hermione nodded and they made their way towards the headmaster's office. Flitwick uttered the password and the two trotted quickly up the stairs. When they got there, she was surprised at seeing Dumbledore standing by his door, seemingly awaiting their arrival.
Flitwick, it appeared, shared the same suspicion that the headmaster had, indeed, known of there intentions of visiting him, for he asked, "Albus, were you expecting us?"
Albus Dumbledore sighed, and Hermione noticed how tired he looked. He said, with his startlingly blue eyes devoid of their customary twinkle, "I am afraid so. Miss Granger, your parents... they were abducted by the death eaters. The whole Order is looking for them tirelessly, but there relentless search has turned up no leads. I am truly sorry."
A/N: Ooooooh! Cliffie! Also, I thought last chapter was a little bit too short, so I tried to make this one longer. Whadda ya think?
Chapter Two:
That snarky git! Hermione was seeing red. She knew he was just baiting her, and if she got mad, she would just be playing into his hands by providing a way for him to take house points from Gryffindor, and she wasn't going to let her classmates down in a moment of hot-headed rage. Trying to calm herself, she counted to ten, took deep breaths, and said, "Sir, perhaps it would be prudent to find a way out instead of bickering like adolescents."
Snape faked a look of surprise as he snarled, "Ah, logic at last. My, my, Hermione, we certainly aren't living up to our classroom standards, are we- "
At that moment he cut off his remark with a sharp intake of breath, and in the dim light, Hermione could see how he clutched his arm where she knew the incriminating brand of the dark mark was present.
Through clenched teeth, Snape groaned, "I have to get out of here! The unlocking and opening spells don't work. I thought that was obvious when alohamora didn't work after the sixth time you cast it, so stop waving your wand about, silly girl."
Hermione was near the breaking point at the end of her rope. Here she is trying to help the man, and all he did was snap at her. Finally she blew up. "Professor Severus Snape," she yelled with a sarcastic accent on the word professor, "I am trying to help you, not force-feed you poison. If you know a better way to get out, than do tell and stop being such a prat! What are you trying to do? Click the heels of your ruby slippers and say 'I want to go home'?"
Snape was fed up. He yelled right back at her saying, "First of all, if you're going to quote, quote correctly. I believe Dorothy said 'there's no place like home.' And second of all, I'm so, so sorry if I offended your poor, wee little mind. I assure you it was the last thing on my agenda, unjustly insulting you while I'm lying here in pain. If you had seen the sense in my earlier statement, you would've thought to stop trying useless methods and start actually thinking. I think Mr. Weasley has been a bad influence on you."
All of a sudden, they heard the sound of feet tramping above them and a bell ringing, signaling the end of class. Immediately, Hermione began to scream for help, while Snape, unheard and unheeded, grumbled, "Quiet, girl! I have a headache."
Professor Flitwick was on his way to the library, looking forward to reading up on how to magically trim nose hair, which had been a problem for him lately, when he heard faint cries for help coming from the trick stair. Honestly, maybe Severus had a point about those first years sometimes. Even after they were warned, they still fell into that stair.
He walked over and bent down to remove the locking wards surrounding the step, and nearly had a heart attack when none other than Miss Granger stepped out, brushing dust off of her disheveled robes. He nearly had a stroke when Severus Snape climbed out right behind her, clutching his forearm in an iron grip.
Snape nodded his thanks to Flitwick and was on his way, but Hermione lingered. After a few minutes of awkward silence, she tentatively ventured, "Thank you, Professor. Could I go see Professor Dumbledore?"
Flitwick nodded and said, "Is it about Severus'-.... Well, is it about Severus?" When Hermione nodded he laid a hand on her shoulder and said in his squeaky tones, "Don't worry, Miss Granger, I'll come with you. I think we can trust you with this kind of information."
Hermione nodded and they made their way towards the headmaster's office. Flitwick uttered the password and the two trotted quickly up the stairs. When they got there, she was surprised at seeing Dumbledore standing by his door, seemingly awaiting their arrival.
Flitwick, it appeared, shared the same suspicion that the headmaster had, indeed, known of there intentions of visiting him, for he asked, "Albus, were you expecting us?"
Albus Dumbledore sighed, and Hermione noticed how tired he looked. He said, with his startlingly blue eyes devoid of their customary twinkle, "I am afraid so. Miss Granger, your parents... they were abducted by the death eaters. The whole Order is looking for them tirelessly, but there relentless search has turned up no leads. I am truly sorry."
A/N: Ooooooh! Cliffie! Also, I thought last chapter was a little bit too short, so I tried to make this one longer. Whadda ya think?