Miss Granger or…?
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: All the Harry Potter world is not mine. It is lovely JK's.
A/N: Here is Chapter 2. I still do not have any beta but I try my best. Hope you enjoy it and tell me if I made any progress or I mess up even worse.
Many thank to Thegreylady (I once read your mail to someone about create a new story that is how I am here.) and thanks to all readers and reviewers.
Hermione's eyes were about to pop out of her socket as the person appeared at the door.
A man, well if you can call him a man, he was incredibly sort and skinny for a man. His snake liked face show two red eyes with long hooknose. His skin was sallow and wrinkled covered in black robe that made his skin looked as old as dusted paper. He surely was a model of the evil in children supernatural tale, but other way he was a nightmare.
In a reflex moment, Hermione thought she knew who the man was. Just as Harry had described, no one would want to see him, he was Voldemort himself. The knowledge made Hermione trembled with fear, 'oh gods!' she thought 'The last thing I wanted is to confront with the dark wizard alone'. She gathered her Gryffindor courage to fight with the fear that run through her entire body, but it barely kept her from shaking; that was when she admired Harry for his courage.
Like a flash of lightning, Voldemort was standing right in front of Hermione, who gave a soft yelp.
"Don't be afraid child." said Voldemort sweetly as if trying to reassured, his lip barely moved, but Hermione could not help staring at him in fright. She was too shock to speak. He looked at her in the eyes and Hermione felt a chill run up her spin, she wanted to cry, to run away from this creator yet she cannot even take her eyes off his. Then she heard a voice, the same voice as before, in her head.
'Nothing to be afraid of child, you are safe, and you are tired. Now close your eyes...' The words were sweet like honey, 'yes, honey...honey with poison' a voice of her conscience said in matching sweetness but her body would not listen. She closed her eyes. 'Yes dear, close your eyes and have a nice dream, child'.
Hermione felt the tie on her hands being loosen, she tried to open her eyes but her eyelids became hundred times heavier than before and her muscle screamed in protest when she tried to shift from the bed. Defeated, she stopped struggled and felt asleep forgot all about the man stand next to her and a mysterious smile.
Professor Snape jerked awake with a start. "Damn Dumbledore" Snape cause through clench teeth.
Despite the fact that his dungeon was freezing his robe and face were covered with sweat as if he had been running. This was not too far from the fact, for he had just had a nightmare, again.
Dumbledore kept asking how he was going on and if Voldemort had summoned him yet. The head master was very worried. He kept the matter as secret as possible, beside himself only Snape and the Grangers were aware of the missing and they were told to keep it a secret too. If Potter and Weasley or others asked, the answer would be she was on holiday in America with her aunt.
The old man feared that if the disappearance of miss know-it-all was to reach the boy-who-lives and his side kick than the two young wizards will give up every to rescue the witch and this meant to run to the Dark Lord straight away.
Dumbledore hoped that everything would settle to normal before the term started and before the problem was known. As there was no other way the old man had expected Snape to seek for information and if possible get the girl back.
He decided to wait for the Dark Lord to call him than he can search for the trace of any kidnap. Snape was certain he would be summoned last night. The Dark Lord hadn't summoned him for a while now and the missing of miss Granger was not a common issue. He surely believed there was something involved with the Deateater or even the Dark Lord himself. As he waited long and depressed last night he had fallen asleep on his overstocked armchair.
He had waited impatiently for the Dark Mark to burn but it never came or was it burnt but he was too deep in sleep to notice?
'No,' he answered to himself 'this can't be. If the Dark Lord did summon, I would not stance a chance to ignore the pain it cause.'
'What was the reason than?' A small voice asked.
Suddenly he felt fear crept down his spin, 'what if the Dark Lord knows he was a spy?'
He sighed, "This seems the best time to visit Malfoy."
Snape turned to the extinguished fireplace, pointed his wand and muttered an incantation; the dead ash sprang to a lively red flam, to Snape surprise the flam turned immediately to dark green and a head appeared out of the flame was Lusius Malfoy's flesh and blood.
Never before that Snape was relieve to see Malfoy but this time it will save him from being suspect.
Snape quickly concealed his emotion. He put on his usually scowl and asked annoyingly.
"To what do I owe this pleasure in such an early?"
"This is not that early Severus," Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the fireplace and said with a match irritation. "I've waited for your damn fireplace to lit up years ago."
He finished dusting himself and looked up face to face with the indifference potion master. Snape folded his arm in defiant.
"So pray tell what you wanted I don't have all day." Said Snape, arching an eyebrow.
Lucius looked uneasy he scanned the room and said in a low voice.
"Did the Dark Lord call you lately?"
'Ah, this confirm one thing to me' Snape thought.
"No Lucius, Why asked?" Said Snape looking at his supposed friend suspiciously.
"Well, it seems the Dark Lord is summoning us least often now." Answered the blond hair wizard, making an I-just-wanted-to-know sound, but Severus Snape was not a fool he was well aware of what the blond haired had in gut.
"You are worried that our Lord favors you least, eh?" Said Snape. He circled the senior Malfoy with a knowing look.
Malfoy smirked "Like you are not worried," he observed Snape closely. "Look what you are wearing, Snape."
Snape looked taken a back, he had just realized he was wearing his fresh deatheater robe. He caused himself for not being careful enough. This morning when he woke up he was too worried about the Dark Lord's motive that he didn't remember wearing the robe. He forced an indifference face.
Malfoy continued. "So you are worried too." feeling satisfied.
The potion master raised an eyebrow. "You are not coming just to tease me." he stated simply, ignore the silly grin on Malfoy face.
"Always to the point, Severus." Malfoy said, he looked serious again. "You notice that the Dark Lord seem so quiet lately, Severus?"
Snape furrowed his eyebrow. "Take a seat Lucius and maybe a coffee?"
"That sound good, Severus"
The two wizards settled to the sofa. Snape conjured two cup of coffees.
Malfoy was not a trusted friend but his power hunger can make him blind and than Snape could dig up information from him easily.
A/N: How was it? I have changed some spelling and grammar. Please review.