Dumbledors cool blue eyes looked over Hermione with love and concern,
much like a father looks over his frightened child. They were all like his
children every single student under his care, even the ones that had long
left the school. He had to admit some of them were perhaps a bit confused,
and maybe going down the wrong paths, making the wrong decisions, but he
still loved them none the less.
To see Hermione like this troubled him, she really was frightened, he tried his best to assure her that no evil would enter the castle as long as he was present. She hadn't said a word though, only worried her bottom lip and let her eyes drift to the floor. There was something else that she wasn't telling him, maybe something more to the dream. His eyes studied her harder, that wasn't it, but what else could it be.
"Hermione" his voice was calm and soothing "there is something you are not telling me"
This made her squirm a bit, he always knew, always. She eyed him some wondering how.
"Headmaster, what if evil is already in the castle, and it right under your nose and your not seeing it" there was an underlying bitterness in her words, something the headmaster was not used to hearing from a Gryffindor, let alone the brightest Gryffindor he had ever seen before.
"What to you mean Hermione?" there were only a few times in his life he had ever been confused, and this was one of them. He sought to keep the confusion from his voice but he was sure even a first year would have caught it.
Now she was studying him, deep honey brown eyes were set firmly on him, her face twisted in thought contemplating if she should tell him of not.
"Professor Snape, Headmaster, I KNOW he's a double agent, but.....can you really trust him, I know that figure wasn't Voldemort sir, it was Snape I know it was. He hates Harry everyone knows that....and he is constantly in the preasance of the Dark Lord, are you sure he could be trusted"
Her eyes fell to the floor.
Dubledor was taken aback by this, he had known Snape since the age of 10 when he first arrived here at the school. If Hermione only knew what he had been put through maybe she would think differently, but that was not his place to talk about the Professor to a student. "Hermione, the professor is indeed not very fond of Harry, but he would give his life to save him if he could, he would for any student for that matter" Dubledor though about that for a moment, it was true, he knew it was there were many occasions he had risked his life to save a student. There were rare instances the Death Eaters would get hold of a student, and almost every time he was able to save them and still keep his cover. If he had been caught, it would have meant his life and the students.
Hermiones expression was not a happy one, the look in her eyes crushed him. She hated him at that moment, and without another word she rose from her chair and swiftly made an exit.
"If you only knew Hermione if you only knew
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To see Hermione like this troubled him, she really was frightened, he tried his best to assure her that no evil would enter the castle as long as he was present. She hadn't said a word though, only worried her bottom lip and let her eyes drift to the floor. There was something else that she wasn't telling him, maybe something more to the dream. His eyes studied her harder, that wasn't it, but what else could it be.
"Hermione" his voice was calm and soothing "there is something you are not telling me"
This made her squirm a bit, he always knew, always. She eyed him some wondering how.
"Headmaster, what if evil is already in the castle, and it right under your nose and your not seeing it" there was an underlying bitterness in her words, something the headmaster was not used to hearing from a Gryffindor, let alone the brightest Gryffindor he had ever seen before.
"What to you mean Hermione?" there were only a few times in his life he had ever been confused, and this was one of them. He sought to keep the confusion from his voice but he was sure even a first year would have caught it.
Now she was studying him, deep honey brown eyes were set firmly on him, her face twisted in thought contemplating if she should tell him of not.
"Professor Snape, Headmaster, I KNOW he's a double agent, but.....can you really trust him, I know that figure wasn't Voldemort sir, it was Snape I know it was. He hates Harry everyone knows that....and he is constantly in the preasance of the Dark Lord, are you sure he could be trusted"
Her eyes fell to the floor.
Dubledor was taken aback by this, he had known Snape since the age of 10 when he first arrived here at the school. If Hermione only knew what he had been put through maybe she would think differently, but that was not his place to talk about the Professor to a student. "Hermione, the professor is indeed not very fond of Harry, but he would give his life to save him if he could, he would for any student for that matter" Dubledor though about that for a moment, it was true, he knew it was there were many occasions he had risked his life to save a student. There were rare instances the Death Eaters would get hold of a student, and almost every time he was able to save them and still keep his cover. If he had been caught, it would have meant his life and the students.
Hermiones expression was not a happy one, the look in her eyes crushed him. She hated him at that moment, and without another word she rose from her chair and swiftly made an exit.
"If you only knew Hermione if you only knew
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