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"Has she come out yet?" Cordy asked, while attempting to make some tea, as Remus and Sirius walked in.
Angel was sitting at the table reading a regular muggle newspaper, scanning for anything supernatural, Angel, whose hair wasn't its usual - gelled to perfection, sticking up in the front - sexy self, brushed a few strands from his eyes to look at his secretary.
"No and she warded the room so we can't get in. Would you like some help, there Cordy?" Remus asked, laughing at the fumbling young woman.
"British people like tea, I'm trying to make some damn tea and the damn tea won't work!" Cordy said, talking quickly and freaking out. Sirius laughed, stepping forward. He stopped her hands quickly and set about making the tea. "Fine, I'll make breakfast then," Cordy turned to the stove.
"Nononono!" Angel stood quickly. "Uh… er… you should rest; have a seat. We don't want you to… er… strain yourself."
"So she's one of those hopeless cooks, eh?" Remus laughed. "Don't worry, three years stuck in Black Manor with Mrs. Weasley has…" Remus stopped, his voice becoming unsteady.
"You all right?" Angel asked.
"Fine, I'm fine. I'm going to go check on the children," Remus said. Sirius sighed, pulling out his wand. He waved it at the sink which was full of dirty dishes. The dishes began to clean themselves. He waved his hand at the fridge, which thankfully was fully-stocked. The door opened and milk, and all the other things needed to make breakfast came out, and set down on the counter.
"Scramble, sunny-side up, or over-easy?" Sirius said, taking out a spatula and twirling it expertly between his fingers. "Tell Snape I cook and I swear you'll never again see the day-light, no offense Angel."
"None taken," the vampire smiled, revealing his sharp fangs slightly.
Hermione heard laughter downstairs and clenched her fists tightly.
"How can they laugh when so much has happened?" she whispered heatedly to herself, pacing.
"Because it's human nature," Snape's weak voice came from the bed. "What's wrong with me?" he asked, trying to sit up. With some help from Hermione, he was sitting against the back of the bed.
"Seamus hit you with a Mendenth Death. I didn't know what to do. It's meant to only be able to be cured the muggle way," Hermione muttered.
"Madam Granger, don't be daft and don't trust all you read in books. Do you have a cauldron?" he asked. Hermione was only fazed slightly when he used her new title, the title used for all healers.
"Of course," she nodded, going to her backpack and pulling out a small cauldron.
"Get out a Tenther Potion and Halren Potion," he instructed. "Then the Nenter draft. You should have them all with you as I can recall you using them in the battle."
"Pour in the whole Tenther potion," he ordered. She poured in the large bottle of green liquid. "Now, do you have something to stir it with?" he asked. Hermione pulled out a wooden spoon which she used for mixing her potions. "Pour in half the bottle of Nenter potion. Stir three times clockwise, then twice counter-clockwise." Hermione, counting carefully, her lips moving slightly as she murmured one two three, then one two. "Use the rest of what you have of the Halren, that should suffice," he stated. "Stir twenty-five times clockwise," he said, coughing. "Bring it hear," he instructed. Hermione poured some of the potion into a clean vile and hurried it to him.
He took it and drank it quickly. "You had too much newt eye in the Nenter potion," he criticized lightly, as the horrid taste lingered on his tongue. "I'm surprised you didn't come across the Mendenth Counteracting potion with all your research," Snape said.
"I've had one year to become a certified medi-witch, while finishing my last year at Hogwarts as Head Girl. I didn't have time to properly study up on lasting ailments. Most of what I studied had to do with quick healing spells of victims of Dark Curses," Hermione said, glaring at him.
"You did a fine job considering the circumstances," he commended. Hermione frowned at him, in shock. He had never complemented her before in her life.
"Now, what's going on and where are we?" Snape asked, quickly, throwing off the blankets and standing.
Hermione sat on the edge of the bed, and went through it all, leaving the part where he was voted to lead them until the very end when she received a loud, "What the hell were they thinking?"
"Well sir, all the senior members of the order were taken out first. You, Sirius, and Remus are the oldest left. You're pretty obviously the only choice. Sirius couldn't lead a fish to water and Remus isn't the take-command type.
"Everyone? Minerva, Albus, Arthur… everyone?" he asked, stunned.
"Sir, there are two Weasleys left, two out of all that were before," Hermione said, leaving it at that.
Snape sat down beside her and buried his face in his hands. "So this place belongs to a vampire… in America?" he asked. Hermione nodded. "And we are in charge of all the youngest students of Hogwarts?" he asked.
"Most of the first and second years didn't get out in time. The sixth and seventh years were fighting and the third, fourth, and fifth were at Hogsmeade at the time of the attack. I don't know how they faired, but probably better than us," Hermione mumbled.
"I must find Lupin and speak with him," Snape muttered standing and walking to the door. He tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. He turned and raised an eyebrow at Hermione. "Locking yourself in?" he asked.
"Locking everyone else out," she replied, coolly, before raising her wand and ceasing the wards. The door creaked open, lazily.
"You need some sleep. Stay up here," he said.
"No, I'm your second-in-command I have heard and anywhere you go, I will go," she stood.
"You?" he frowned.
"Don't sound so surprised… I am your fighting partner," she replied.
"That's not why we chose you, Hermione," Remus' voice interrupted them.
"Then why?" Hermione frowned, looking up at the man.
"Because you're brave and selfless, the truest Gryffendor of us all, that's why we chose you; you and Severus saved many people more than once in that battle and you deserve the credit for it," Remus said.
"I don't want credit or glory or honor. The only thing I want is to get back at Voldemort for killing my best friend!" Hermione shouted.
"Hermione, there's no need to get angry," Remus said, softly.
"I will get angry. While you're all off carrying on and having a good time, I've been taking care of Snape and guarding the bodies of my most beloved mentor and my best friend. She pointed to the adjoining door at the back of the room, where the bodies were.
"How did you get them here? We… we forgot them?" Remus stuttered.
"Yes, we did and I am ashamed to say it," Hermione snapped. "At least I remembered, at least I teleported them here and at least I god damn care!" Hermione shouted. She went into the other room and slammed the door behind her. She had laid Harry and Dumbledore on two white mats in the middle of the room. Their skin was a stark comparison to the usual robes that they donned.
After a few minutes of just staring at the dead bodies, and listening to the pounding on the door, from Remus, she let out a frustrated scream, and threw her fists against the black-wooden floor. She started singing in a whisper:
"You're gone and heaven cries
A thunderstorm breaks from the northern sky
Chasing you back to the daily grind
You're gone. And where am I?
A haunted life
The ghost of your laughter
The half-empty glass
The half-empty glass."
Hermione only sang that small bit of the song, before the door broke in and she sent a stunning spell on the person responsible. Poor Angel fell to the ground, unconscious. Hermione glared at Remus as if daring him to come any closer.
"Madam Granger, stand up. You are a healer, in a position of respect. You do not sit on the ground crying over the bodies of people who are no longer there," Snape strode forward.
"Get away from me you heartless bastard. You, obviously wouldn't understand," she snapped at him. He grabbed her arm roughly and drug her to her feet, Turning her around. "Look at that man, Granger. He was my one and only true friend. He was the only one who knew anything about me, the only one who ever trusted me. He's dead, but do I look to you to be wallowing in grief. You are a healer. People rely on you. Those bloody students rely on you. You will pull yourself together as you always seem to do, and help them."
Hermione stifled a sob then sucked in a deep breath, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She finally relaxed, and Snape's grip loosened on her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. She kneeled over Angel and touched her wand to his forehead. "Enervate," she whispered. He jerked awake and grabbed her by the neck on reflex, his vampire visage forming on her face, making it wrinkled and deformed, with feral yellow eyes
Snape grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her back against his chest, protecting her and kicking the vampire's hand away. Angel's face shifted back to its normal, handsome state and his eyes to their deep brown.
"Touch her again; I dare you," Snape growled, holding his wand in Angel's face with his right hand while he held his left arm around Hermione, his body shielding her from the vampire.
"He didn't mean to, Severus. He wouldn't have hurt her," Remus said, quickly. Angel stayed on the floor, his forehead to the cool wood, seemingly having an internal conflict. Snape pocketed his wand.
"I'll trust what I see," Snape muttered, turning to Hermione. She was coughing. He rubbed her back in a surprisingly comforting way. "Are you all right?" he asked her, softly.
"Y-yes, I'm cough fine," Hermione coughed out.
"Angel, I presume," Snape held a hand down to the man, keeping his left arm around Hermione. Angel looked up at the hand, giving Snape a weird look. "I said I didn't trust you, not that I wouldn't show common courtesy to someone giving us a place to hide," Snape said.
Angel took the hand and was helped to his feet. They shook hands. "You must be Severus Snape, then," Angel nodded back.
"I see you know Miss Granger. While I have, on occasion, felt the desire to strangle her, I've don't really wish someone to," Snape said. Hermione let out a small, faint giggle.
"Was that a joke, Severus?" Remus chuckled.
"My god, I believe it was," Snape muttered. "What is the world coming to, werewolf?"
"Feeling a bit better are we?" Snape looked down at her as he was a good head taller than she.
"A bit," Hermione said, quietly.
"I was just on my way to check on the students. Would you like to come?" Remus asked.
"I might as well see which dunderheads I'll have to deal with while here," Snape nodded. "Coming Madam Granger?" he asked.
"I think I'll have that rest you recommended," Hermione mumbled, barely managing to stifle a yawn.
"Good, I'm sure you're competent enough to make yourself your own batch of sleepless draught if nessessary," Snape nodded, curtly, releasing her as if he just realized he was still holding her.
"Yes, Professor Snape. I believe I can handle it," Hemrione muttred.
"Severus will suffice. You have graduated after all," Snape pointed out.
"Indeed, and I am Hermione," she pointed out.
"I think I know your name Madam Granger," Snape said, as if making a point that he would not call her by her first name
Thanks to my reviewers:
Natsuyori: thanks for the bloody brilliant comment. You rock
Dragonmaster Kurai: I'm going to do everything I can to keep you with the story, I swear. Just… think of them as original characters.
Amanda: Don't worry I will
Vanityfair: I know I really should at least read my stuff over once more before I put it out, but I'm way too lazy, sorry. I'm glad you like my characterization of Hermione, and I hope you don't hate the act that I have a crossover too much.
Severina V. Snape: Whose special interest isn't Severus? I would never dream of letting him die. He's back in this chapter.
Celi: Wait no longer!
Fuuruma: Sorry the last chapter was short. This may be too, but I hope it's okay
Kail Ceannai: Actually, I'm not all that good with writing Angel stuff. I honestly only have it to have someplace for them to stay that may be interesting for a few people. Sorry, I'm not that great of a writer, but I write anyways so… ya
Simplyme89: thanks, I will
BeatlesLuver: Thank god, I thought no one would like it. It seems a few did, you included!
Alicat999: Oh my goodness really? You really were looking for a hp/angel crossover? That's awesome. I've been looking for one with an HGSS that would be have an author good at writing angel stories, but no luck so far, because I'm really not good at Angel and I won't really have any plot from Angel, but if you find one that is a good xover with HGSS, please tell me!
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