Athor's note: NO I AM NOT ABONDONNING THIS FIC!
Severus and Hermione faced each other and started to fence again. In half sentences, Severus explained the situation with Dumbledore and his anti-shag campaign.
Hermione nodded, and showed her understatement.
"- Severus, could I ask you something about myself?"
Severus nodded.
"- Could it be possible that I may have some. . . special powers? Like that my wings reacts to certain of my emotions?"
Severus looked at her and sighed.
"- You were the first person I ever created like that; Voldemort wanted different doses of things in you. A certain amount mental . . . differences . . . certain amount of hate, fear, and cruelness. But he died before that. . . I . . . don't think that you have been afflicted with them."
Hermione slowly nodded, absorbing the sense of what she just learned. Suddenly, her head snapped up.
"- Severus. . . could you learn me how. . . How to walk noiselessly?"
Severus accepted, but he didn't understand why she wanted to learn something like that.
Both of them trained to walk, and at three a.m. Hermione had understood the concept.
She kissed Severus good night and toppled to her rooms.
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There, she watered her strangling violet, and took the half dead mice Crookshands had chased and cut them open.
She reduced a stone in the wall, and took out a vial behind it.
She drew a pentacle on the floor and pinned the dead mice at every end of the five branched star. The covered the lines of the star with the powder and hummed a strange song under her breath while doing so.
She took out a cage from under her bed. Ugly, fat rats were fighting in it. She took one of the animals and threw it in the pentacle. The powder shone weakly, and the rat squeaked.
The glowing stopped, and the rat started to run in the room. Hermione waited for it to come near her.
As it was sniffing her foot, she suddenly crashed it. Instead of wriggling, the animal exploded in thousands shreds under her foot.
Calmly, Hermione wrote down what just happened and with a few flick of her wand, the whole pentacle installation disappeared.
Hermione drew on her night grown and laid down to sleep, thinking about Severus. Just before shutting the lights, she took a vial from her bed stand and drank it.
Hermione's head fell on the pillows. Within seconds she was asleep.