A/N: Hey looky here! Snapey! Then back to Hermione about halfway through. This is a little longer…and I think most chapters will be like this from now on…we'll just have to see!

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Chapter Three: Meeting the Third

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The surly Potions Master had been finishing up his secret project to help protect the Sorcerer's Stone when Albus Dumbledore's head popped into his fireplace through the Floo network.

"Severus, old boy, you've been working on that puzzle for weeks now. I do hope it's almost done; it worries me to see you work so hard—why, you're all skin and bones! By the way, it's quite chilly down here in these dungeons---come up here and let's have a little chat where it's nice and warm, eh?" the white-bearded man said jovially.

Severus sighed. "I'm quite finished now, Albus. All it needs is to simmer for two and a half hours and then your little trifle will be done and out of my hair."

The Headmaster's face brightened. "Splendid!" he cried. "Now, come up to my office for a spot of tea, and I'll tell you some wonderful news!" his head disappeared with a pop, leaving Severus alone in the dungeon. The Potions Master's dark eyes flitted around his potions lab, trying to find an excuse not to be bombarded with those infernal lemon menaces up in the crazy old coot's office, but could find none and acquiesced.

"As you wish, Headmaster. I would be…delighted to," he drawled to the empty room. Severus checked the potions one more time before striding into the fireplace and into Dumbledore's office.

The younger wizard found the old man sitting behind his mahogany desk with that blasted twinkle in his bright blue eyes. Severus swallowed back a gulp of fear when the twinkle intensified as he sat down. He began counting the seconds before he was offered a sweet, hardly paying any attention to the man he most respected.

"Severus, my boy, you haven't taken a vacation in what? Nine, ten years? Well, I've been thinking…I seem to be doing that quite a lot, lately…Oh, I almost forgot, care for a lemon drop?" Dumbledore held out a hand full of the brightly wrapped Muggle sweets.

Severus looked revolted at the sight of them and Albus laughed. "Severus, I assure you, they aren't poisoned! A Cheering Charm or two, but nothing serious! But I did not call you up here to discuss these delightful little confections---now…what did I call you up here for then…Ah yes. You haven't taken any days off or any sort of vacation in the past ten years, am I right?"

Severus nodded, confused and a bit more than a little suspicious of the old man's intentions. "Yes…but I fail to see why you have summoned me for this," he replied.

Albus' eyes twinkled even more merrily than before. "Well, Severus, I have decided that you are taking a vacation this summer! I have everything planned out, your plane tickets—"

"My what?" Severus yelped. "I am not taking a vacation, Albus, this is absurd! I have lesson plans to devise, potions to brew, ingredients to restock, and detentions to plan! I am simply swamped, headmaster!"

"Nonsense!" Albus replied. "I know for a fact that you restock your potions ingredients at the end of every month—need I remind you it is only the second of June? As for your lesson plans, you do the same thing every year with all your students, I fail to see why you should change it now—now, the detentions, you have all the time in the world to think about those. I insist that you go to Rome for the week—a token, really, a trifle! You will thank me for it, some day, you know!"

The Potions Master was fuming. "Albus, I told you already. I. Am. Not. Going. I see no reason to, thus, I will not go," he replied with his teeth clenched.

Albus' eyes turned hard and steely. "You are going on vacation and that is final, Severus Alexander Snape," the old man's voice left no room for protest, and the younger wizard suddenly found himself dressed in Muggle clothes and a pair of suitcases lying beside his chair.

Severus glared balefully at Dumbledore, and was rewarded with a cheerful grin and a blue-eyed twinkle. He looked at the tickets and his eyes widened. "The International Potions Convention? But how did you—no, I'm not even going to ask how you got these…" His voice trailed off. He cleared his throat. "Fine, Albus. I will go—on one condition, however."

"And what is that, my dear boy?" Albus asked, with that twinkle still in his eyes.

Severus looked back up from the tickets and smirked. "Never attempt to send me away on a vacation ever again."

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The plane ride was…interesting, to say the least. Night had fallen, and the only two people still awake on their portion of the plane were back to glaring at one another. Hermione's eyes started to water from lack of blinking, but she held fast. "You know, I quite like staring contests, Severus," she said. "But you seem very good at them too."

The Potions Master's eyes grew down to narrow slits, just barely open when he heard her call him by his given name. "Never call me Severus again, you little twerp," he hissed.

"I'm not the one who wears strange clothes all the time," Hermione retorted. However, today, he was dressed in all-black Muggle clothes again. Severus glared before looking down at the book lying open in the annoying twit's lap.

His eyes widened.

"You…you're already more than halfway through it?" he spluttered. It had taken him a week when he was her age! The tome was huge! Of course, family matters didn't allow him much time to read back then…

Hermione looked at the man as if to say DUH!

"Of course I'm more than halfway done! I do like to read, you know. Plus, it's very interesting, but I know it's not real. It's quite confusing—none of these plants exist anywhere! But I do love reading the background of these potions," she replied, looking down fondly at the book.

Severus kept his mouth shut about that. She wasn't supposed to know anything about her being magic, since she was clueless that it actually existed. "Yes…it is quite interesting," he murmured, staring wistfully at his book.

The girl looked up at the man again and smiled. "Even though you may be strange, and rude, and turned me into a frog, you seem to like books a lot. So, maybe…maybe you're not all that bad!"

Severus stared at the girl in shock. Not all that bad? He laughed; a harsh and biting sound that cut into Hermione's ears, not at all as pleasant as it was the night before. The eleven year-old glared at her future Potions professor.

"I fail to see what is so funny, again, Mr. Snape!" she said hotly, a little hurt that he would laugh at her after she paid him a compliment.

Snape stopped laughing when he saw her glaring at him. Oops… she had even called him by his proper title…"My dear, dear girl---not all who have a love of books are good people," he said seriously, the sarcasm not as sharp as before.

Like me…

Hermione stared up at him and her eyes softened. "I'll try to remember that, Mr. Snape," she said, nodding her head solemnly. She passed the book back to him, but he stopped her.

"We still have a long time before we land," Severus said, smirking. "Or would you rather argue with your opponent of superior intellect the whole way back to England?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Hermione seemed to think on that for a second. "Well, I guess we can't argue, because we both know that I will win, so I must choose to read and spare you the embarrassment," she said, her eyes dancing happily, teasing him.

No one had teased Severus Snape for fifteen years! Jane had said the same thing…all those years ago. His eyes narrowed, even though he knew she was joking around. He grunted and turned away from the girl to look out at the night sky. He heard the eleven year-old Muggleborn sigh and flip through the pages of his book tenderly.

Some hours later Severus felt something on his left arm, and glanced at the girl beside him. She was asleep, resting her head in the crook of his elbow, the thick book lying on her pull-out tray. He tried pulling his arm away, but she merely sighed and snuggled closer. The man rolled his eyes and covered a yawn with his free hand, suddenly exhausted. He looked at the girl one more time before resting his head back on the head rest of his seat. He was asleep before a minute had passed.

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The whole compartment was jolted awake by the shaking of the airplane. Everyone was looking around groggily, but Severus had his wand already pulled halfway out from his sleeve.

"Just a little turbulence, nothing to worry ab—abo---about," Rupert Granger yawned, stretching his arms high. Wendy was doing the same, fixing her blouse and smoothing the wrinkles from her skirt. "Just buckle your seatbelts, and you'll be fine. They'll tell us to do that anyway. Oh, and can you wake up 'Mione, Severus? I can't reach her from here."

Severus nodded and slid the ebony wand back into his sleeve, and decided to wake up the girl beside him. "Girl!" he whispered in her ear. She didn't answer, so he repeated himself a little louder. "You little idiot of a girl who reads far too much, wake up!"

Hermione's head snapped up, and came in contact with the wizard's prominent nose. He clutched his sore nose and glared at the girl.

She blinked up at him, massaging her head. "That hurt!" she said. Severus snorted, and then winced, rubbing his poor, injured nose.

"We're landing, dear," Wendy Granger said, reaching over and fixing her daughter's hair that had been mussed while she slept.

"Oh, okay then," Hermione sighed, submitting to her mother's attentions dutifully, sometimes wincing when Wendy's fingers snagged on a tangle as she re-braided her hair. Severus watched mother and daughter boredly for a moment, then looked out the window and saw the sun peeping over the horizon behind Heathrow Airport. After a tad bumpy landing, the Grangers and Severus stepped off of the plane, legs sore from sitting too long. They all walked outside together, Wendy and Rupert chatting, and Severus and Hermione silently bringing up the rear.

"Well, Severus, it was jolly great meeting you," Rupert said, sticking out a hand when they stopped outside the doors. Severus shook his and Wendy's hand, and nodded at them all before striding off. He felt someone tug on his sleeve and looked down and saw Hermione holding in her hands Everyday Advanced and Dangerous Potions for the Everyday Advanced and Dangerous Potions Master.

"Here, you forgot this, Mr. Snape," she said, and looked down embarrassedly. "I finished it last night…Sorry I took it from you; it was very interesting to read, though! I kind of couldn't help myself…" she grinned sheepishly. She pushed it into his hands and smiled up at him softly. "Well, it was…interesting meeting you; and maybe we'll see each other again sometime…umm…"

There was a long silence while they just stared at each other, the girl curiously and shyly, and the Potions Master appraising, calculating.

"Goodbye, you silly little Gryffindor," he murmured, his voice just as cold as it had been when they first met, and stalked off. He turned a corner and Hermione ran after him, wanting to reprimand him for his rudeness once more, but saw no sign of Mr. Snape anywhere, just regular people going about their business. Her brow furrowed, and she stood there for a moment before running back to her parents, who were getting their things hauled into their car so they could get to their new house in the small town of Amble, in Northumberland. Business in London was getting slower, what with more younger dentists setting up offices all over the city, so, Rupert and Wendy Granger decided to move as far away as they could from the capitol to somewhere more remote. Hermione didn't mind, she never really did have all that many friends that shared the same interests as she. Although…it was going to be a long drive to the northernmost county of England…too bad Mr. Snape wasn't there to argue with…

After almost six hours of looking out the window at the English countryside, they pulled into the drive of their new house on the outskirts of Amble. It was a fairly average two-story cottage, surrounded by two walls of Italian cypress trees, separating three houses. Hermione couldn't see the house to the right, but could see that the house to the left was just a regular cottage as well. The Grangers stepped inside their empty cottage and went to the back porch. They all gasped and ran to the edge of the un-fenced backyard.

"Never would have seen this in London, eh, Wendy?" Rupert said happily. He was right—the ocean was right behind their house, a series of steep stone steps leading down to the beach from the cottage's back yard. Rupert and Wendy hugged each other, then their daughter. Rupert kissed the top of Hermione's head and laughed again. "The moving van won't come until tomorrow, so do we want to go into town and see the new office?" he asked joyously.

Wendy and Hermione looked at each other and shrugged. "We don't mind, but I think Hermione would like to check out the library, wouldn't you dear?" Wendy asked her daughter. Hermione nodded happily and they all piled into their station wagon.

They arrived in Amble not three minutes later, and Rupert got out of the car first to help his wife and daughter out. They surveyed the town contentedly, knowing that they picked the right place to move to. It was fairly small, with numerous small, family-owned shops, lining the streets and a resort on the edge of town with a marina. There were tourists, of course, but not as many as there were back in London. The Grangers walked together down the street and stopped at an empty building nestled in-between the barbershop and the hardware store.

"Well, here it is!" Rupert spread his hands out at it. "This is where your mother and I are going to set up our new dental practice! Isn't it great?"

Wendy nodded happily, and then looked at her daughter. "Hermione, dear, we passed the library, it's only a few buildings down the way, you may go there if you'd like, just be back at the house by supper, all right?"

The eleven year-old nodded emphatically at her parents and ran down the street, slowing down only until she reached the double doors leading to the small library. She took a few moments to survey the mass of shelves, but was disappointed at the enormous gaps between books. They really needed more of them…Back in London, Hermione and her mother, and sometimes her father would take weekend trips to the British Museum of Natural History and spend whole days in the King's Library reading. But here…Hermione could probably read all the books in less than a month, maybe even a few weeks at the most.

She sighed and walked over to the shelves at the farthest end of the library—that's always where the good books were. All the books in the little library of the town of Amble were decades old, and out of print nowadays. She picked up an ancient version of Victor Hugo's "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" and settled down on the floor. An hour later and almost finished with the book she had read more than just a few times before, Hermione rose and began purveying the other shelves to see if there was anything she hadn't read before. All she saw were the basic travel books and the classics again—plus some English history books, year books from the nearby schools, works of 1950s fiction, and the standard biographies students would need to use for reports throughout the school year.

Hermione sighed again, picked a few random books off of the shelves and went to the front of the library where the checkout counter was located. An older woman with long, steely grey hair sat on a stool behind the counter, along with a mousey blonde-haired girl around Hermione's age. She was fiddling around with the scanner until her grandmother snatched it away from her, scolding the girl as she swiped the binding of the books Hermione had picked out.

"Meg, I thought I told you not to touch the scanner! It's not a toy! Now scoot! I told you that you could only come back here if you behaved! Go! I have a customer!" the girl's grandmother said crossly. The blonde-haired girl rolled her eyes and hopped over the counter, not opting to use the half-door by the register. The grandmother huffed and went back to swiping the books.

"Sorry about my grand-daughter, Meg. She's such a wild little thing; it's hard to keep track of her sometimes. By the way, I'm Madeleine. Madeleine Giry," the woman with the long silver hair said with a slight French accent, smiling at Hermione.

Hermione smiled back. "I'm Hermione Granger; it's nice to meet you, Mrs. Giry," she said. "We actually just got here today. My parents are setting up their new dentistry office a few buildings down."

"That's nice, Hermione. Ever since Karl moved to Birmingham, we've needed a new dentist, haven't we, Earl?" Madeleine leaned over to her right and called out to an older man in the storage room.

"Eh?" he yelled back, boxes toppling over. Hermione giggled as the thin old man started jumping around and cursing at the fallen objects.

Madeleine sighed and shouted. "I said, since Karl moved, we need a new dentist!" The older woman looked at the eleven year-old wearily. "This always happens. I think he turns his hearing-aid off whenever I'm around." Hermione giggled again and gathered her books. She still had about an hour before dinner, so she sat down at an empty table to read.

Hermione looked at the titles in amazement. They had moving pictures on them, too! Only on these books, she saw crystal orbs, clouds, and tendrils of smoke winding around instead of people.

Some of the titles of the books were The Half-wits Guide to Predicting the Future: For the Average Half-wit!, The Hidden Secrets of the Secret Art of Divination, Divination: Unfogging the Past, Present, and Future, The Beginner's Guide to Palm-readings, and Jareth's Book of Crystal Balls. Hermione flipped through the pages and started laughing at the complete absurdity of the subject matter. Palm-reading? Tea-leaves? Crystal balls? How could you tell the future with those?

"What're you laughing at?" the mousey-blonde girl walked over to Hermione's spot at the table.

"Oh, just these books. They're simply hilarious!" Hermione replied, still giggling.

"Oooh, can I see? Oh, I'm so silly! I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Meg, Meg Giry. You must be new here, huh?" Meg asked. Hermione handed Meg one of the books and waited for the other girl to start laughing like she did.

Meg's eyebrows furrowed. "How can a yearbook be so funny?" she asked, looking at Hermione strangely. The bushy-haired eleven year-old's brows snapped together and she snatched the book from the other girl.

"Can't you read what it says, Meg? It's all about crystal balls and palm-reading!" Hermione cried desperately.

Meg looked at the new girl and said, "Err…no. it's just yearbook pictures from like the 1940s…are you alright, Herm?" Meg already given Hermione a new nickname. Meg liked the girl, though, even if she wasn't a bit right in the head.

"Oh…well…okay then…but I could've sworn…" Hermione shook her head and closed the book with a decisive snap.

"So…have you heard about the Snape mansion? It's supposed to be haunted, you know," Meg said, leaning in so other people around them wouldn't be able to hear, even though the two girls were the only people in the library except for Madeleine and Earl.

"Of course, someone does live there, and he's supposed to be a right old git. But he's not here most of the year, so sometimes, we've tried getting in. But we never have…only got to the front door…" Meg trailed off sadly. Then her face brightened. "Hey! You wanna do that today? Go to Snape Manor? The guy's supposed to have a lot of them by the same name around England, and I don't think he uses this one all that much…he's only here during the summer, and even then, it's not all that often…You know, we should do that! All of my friends are on vacation for the whole entire summer, and I don't have anyone to go on adventures with…plus, it's only two doors down from my house! So, ya wanna come?" Meg said almost all in one breath.

Hermione looked around. "Wouldn't we get into trouble if we got caught?" she asked, her eyes wide.

Meg gave her newest friend an almost feral grin. "That's what makes it so much fun, 'Mione," she said, "But if you do get caught—mind you, it's only been a couple times that I've ever been caught---it's still jolly."

The bushy-haired eleven year-old stood up and straightened her knee-length khaki jumper. It was like the outfit she had worn the night before, only with a different color dress. "I don't know about this…if we get caught, just remember, you're the one to blame, not me…" Hermione said uneasily, her eyes darting around the room to make sure no one was listening.

Meg squealed and grabbed Hermione's hand and the two ran out of the library together, the stack of strange books left behind, forgotten for the moment.

The man with the hearing-aid, Earl, came out of the storage room and saw the books on the table.

"Now why would someone want to read a load of that codswallop? Divination's a fraudy subject!" And with that, Earl placed the books back on their respective shelves.

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Hermione and Meg ran all the way back to the lane where the two girls' houses were. Rupert and Wendy were out on the front lawn when the girls came into view.

"Hey 'Mione!" Rupert called after his daughter, but the two girls just ran past him. "Or…maybe not…" he sighed, then chuckled and went back to unloading the suitcases from the dark green station wagon. His daughter already made a new friend! He knew it was a great idea to move to Amble.

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Meg let go of Hermione's hand suddenly and brought her finger to her mouth to tell Hermione to be quiet. The blonde Giry girl crept up to a rod iron gate and opened it as silently as she could. "Come on!" she whispered, gesturing for the new girl to follow her.

Hermione kept on the lookout for the mysterious owner of the house as they walked across the gravel drive leading to Snape Manor. She knew the name sounded familiar, but where was it from? It had a huge front lawn overgrown with weeds and brambles and strange-looking plants that Hermione had never seen before. She stopped to look at them, but Meg pulled her along.

"I've gotten this far before, 'Mione, it's nothing big---I just wanna see what it looks like inside now!" Meg whispered. Hermione looked up at the mansion and a thrill of fear and anticipation coursed through her as Meg pulled a hairpin from a pocket of her denim shorts and started picking the lock of the front door. It swung open with a long creeeeak, and the two girls stepped inside the manor.

Meg and Hermione were not two steps inside the mansion before the door closed with an ominous thud! Hermione whimpered and Meg jumped and grasped her new friend's hand tightly as they walked through the entryway. It was very dark all inside the house, and they came to a grand staircase. The girls could see an elaborate crystal chandelier rise high above their heads with numerous candles fixed upon it. The whole interior of the house was well-furnished. Dark greens and purples and silver were the only colors to be found so far in the house.

Meg was almost jumping up and down in triumph. "We did it! We finally got in! I can't believe the hair pin actually worked this time!" Hermione looked nervously around. It still looked like someone was living there…

Then the candles on the chandelier burst into flame all at once, illuminating the grand foyer, and a dark shadow at the top of the staircase.

Meg shrieked and held onto Hermione's shoulder with one hand, and gripping the other girl's hand tightly with her other hand. "Oh nooo…" Meg moaned.

Hermione gulped and squeezed Meg's hand reassuringly, but inside, the girl was terrified.

"SO! YOU THOUGHT BREAKING INTO AN OCCUPIED HOUSE WOULD BE FUN, HMM!" a deep and terrible voice boomed from all around the room. Wait…Hermione knew that voice…

The shadow at the top of the staircase descended each step slowly, ominously. Meg held onto Hermione even tighter and started whimpering, "Oh no, he's gonna kill us! We gotta run, Herm, now! Run! Let's go!" Meg took off, and Hermione looked around, bewildered, before racing after her friend. She could hear the man following her and she hoped that she could get out of Snape Manor before she got caught.

A hand gripped her shoulder and Hermione screamed. Meg was already out the door and racing down the gravel path when she heard her friend cry out. Her eyes widened, and she stopped, but then continued fleeing back to the library where it was safe.

Back at the manor, Hermione felt herself being turned around, and she looked up into Severus Snape's pale and furious face with wide eyes.

"Oh! It's just you!" she cried, relief beyond anything imaginable flooding through her body.

Snape glared at her. "What are you doing in my house, you little idiot? I thought I had escaped you for good," he spat.

Hermione glared furiously at him. "I am not an idiot! Stop calling me that!"

"I'll stop when you prove that you're not one. Which won't be anytime in the near future, I'm afraid," the older man said nastily.

The eleven year-old was appalled at the man's behavior. "You're the one acting like the idiot! You're arguing with me like a child would!"

Severus was itching to take points from Gryffindor at the moment…

"Meg was the one who brought me here, how was I supposed to know that you lived here?" Hermione said indignantly.

Snape glared at her again. "I would assume that you would know that breaking and entering is not a good thing? Especially when you are breaking into my house? No, I don't think you would. That would explain why you are in here, you stupid girl. Maybe I'll have to report to your parents about this. I'm sure they would be quite surprised to hear that their daughter is a criminal."

The girl's mouth dropped. "Fine then! If there's anything I can do to make it up to you then I'll do it! Just please don't tell my parents about this! I've never done anything like this before!"

Severus relished in the girl's discomfort. He looked thoughtful for a moment then shook his head. "No, I don't think that there is anything you can do to convince me not to tell your parents that you've been a naughty little delinquent," said the man.

Hermione looked close to tears. "Please, Mr. Snape! I'll…" she thought hard and furiously for a moment. "I'll clean up your front yard! It's dreadfully messy out there! Will you not go to my parents if I fix it up?" she implored desperately.

Severus looked genuinely thoughtful for a long moment. He sighed. "I guess that could convince me not to tell you parents about this…"

The eleven year-old jumped up and down ecstatically and threw her arms around the man before she realized what she was doing. She pulled away like lightning and mumbled a quick 'sorry'. She looked back up at the tall, thin Potions Master and grinned happily.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mr. Snape!" she cried. Severus rolled his eyes and pointed to the front door of his house.

"Out, and don't let me catch you in here without my permission ever again, clear? And be here tomorrow morning at ten o'clock on the dot—no earlier, no later than," he demanded.

Hermione nodded her head slowly, and then she realized something.

"Umm…Mr. Snape, we're next door neighbors…and I was wondering, you know, sometime…well, my parents always invite our neighbors over, but it won't be for a while yet, and we have to get all our things settled in, but when we do…would you like to have dinner with us?" She looked at him hopefully.

Severus fixed the girl with a long stare, and then he again pointed towards the front door.

"OUT!"

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There! I liked writing this chapter! The story's moving along, eh? I had to research about Amble---it's a real place in the county of Northumberland, you know! Of course, I think you WOULD know, if you lived in England, but I don't, so :)

Ooo…and fifty points to the house of your choice if you can pick out either the "Little Mermaid" quote, or a little Labyrinth snippet! I couldn't help but add a little PotO thing…but you don't get any points if you find it, because it's so obvious! Muwahaha!

If you can find both, then it's 100 points!

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