Author´s Note: HAHAHAHA! Finally some more chappies!

i just moved, thus me not have internet, thus me have to use school computers.

Here´s a good old double chappie.

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Angelic Layer 43

"- Severus, I promise to save us all. You included. I promise."

Severus smiled. She always wanted to save everyone. She was such a Gryffindor.

It was funny really how the Dark Lord's little heir was the opposite of what she was supposed to be.

This suddenly reminded Severus why he was here.

"- Hermione… There is something I'd like to tell you."

Hermione dropped the wet towel on the floor and sat next to Severus, taking his hand, sensing it was important.

"- There is… more than one theory about you. Supposedly you were to be

Voldemort's heir… but you might actually be his… err… bride."

Hermione relaxed. It was only that. She had expected something far worse than that.

"- Oh… That's… unexpected."

It was Severus´s turn to relax. She took it rather well. Maybe he was just paranoid. It was just a supposition after all. Even McNair said that: it was only a supposition.

Just because McNair liked to rape virgins didn't mean that Voldemort did the same thing. Actually, Voldemort was asexual. Severus couldn't recall a scenario where Voldemort had attempted to rape someone.

The Death Eaters were another story. They raped, plundered and murdered without mercy or regret.

Severus lifted his head and watched Hermione. She continued to put her cloths on. Her wings were hidden as usual.

Something had changed, Severus realized suddenly.

It was the way she was holding herself, Severus decided. The mousy

Hermione from before had been always been hunched over, but this new, improved Hermione held herself very straight.

Severus guessed that her wings restricted her back from bending.

He was rather grateful for that; when Hermione stood straight, she didn't look so small and she didn't give him the impression of her being a student.

When Hermione held herself straight, she was an angel. She was a dangerous angel who punished those who had done something wrong.

Severus´s eyes widened. From where did that thought come from? Surely

Hermione was incapable of hurting anybody, let alone murdering someone.

Or was she as innocent as she looked? She was a trained murderer. Could she really go against her own nature?

Weren't her wings proof of her nature imposing itself on her?

Or was Severus just paranoid?

His eyes again scanned Hermione, who was putting on her heavy school robes. She couldn't be evil. She might be a bit mischievous, but she was not a bad person.

Severus knew it. She had his blood. She had bits and pieces of good people. These people were surely stronger than the cruelty that Voldemort had put in her.

Hermione caught Severus eye and smiled warmly at him. His eyes smiled.

Yes. Hermione was a good person.

He failed, however, to notice the congealed, clotted blood splashed on Hermione's shoes.

Severus walked slowly down to his dungeons.

He was tired. He hadn't slept that night, but Hermione had somehow managed to refresh him.

His good mood disappeared immediately when he arrived at his quarters.

His classrooms door was wide open, even though classes didn't start for forty-five minutes.

Severus became livid when he entered his room.

The class was a mess. The doors to his potion ingredient cupboard were gaping open.

Everything was missing.

The whole cupboard had been cleared of every ingredient available.

Only a jar of powdered mandrake root was still in place. But except for that, nothing.

Severus started to panic slightly. He had stored a great many dangerous ingredients in that cupboard. Everything lethal was safely locked up in his personal laboratory, but a certain amount of potentially dangerous ingredients had disappeared.

Knowing the huge lack of intellectual knowledge the school had, in the hands of some students those ingredients could create mayhem and chaos.

And accidents were quickly made if one was not careful.

Severus didn't know what to hope for: was it better that some brainless donkey had those materials?

If, for example, Longbottom had these ingredients, God only knew what could happen.

But was it better then if someone who knew the exact properties of the substances had them? It could be worse: those people knew how to use those ingredients. Knowledge was power.

Severus started to walk briskly to the Great Hall, deciding to tell the headmaster what had happened as quickly as possible.

While walking his brain started to search for potential suspects.

Lucius Malfoy was a prime suspect. But then, Lucius was crap at potions. However, he could always hire someone to make a potion for him.

But Lucius had no need to steal the ingredients, because he could afford them himself.

Then came Blaise. Blaise could come and go to his quarters like he wanted. But Blaise wouldn't have stolen the ingredients; he would have just asked for them.

Then came Hermione.

Hermione was the likeliest person to have done it. She had stolen ingredients before.

But to rob an entire cupboard of ingredients? That seemed a stupid thing to do, and Hermione was far from being stupid.

Then, Severus suddenly remembered the two figures he had that night. One of whom had angel hair.