Hermione's Hair

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It all started with her hair

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CHAPTER TWO

Mrs. Granger allowed Hermione to stay overnight at Rosalyn's so that Hermione could inform Rosalyn of all the details concerning her son. Hermione was surprised that she had known so much about her potion professor over the six year that she'd been in his class. And while Hermione was talking, Rosalyn had gotten out her hair supplies and had begun the task of untangling Hermione's mangled, bushy hair, using her bare hands.

It was not until eleven o'clock at night that Rosalyn had finally finished unraveling Hermione's hair, which was still messy and not straight, but it was at least knot-free. Rosalyn wiped the sweat from her brow and filled up a bucket of water and set it next to the table. Reaching for a comb, she dipped it into the lukewarm liquid, before applying conditioner on Hermione's hair and slowly guiding the comb down the messy strands.

"So, my son is a wizard, huh? Daniel never told me any of this. He didn't even tell me that he himself was a wizard!" Rosalyn said indignantly, feeling hurt.

"Hmm…" Hermione pondered for a moment, before something clicked in her head as she put the scattered pieces of information together in her head.

"Mrs. Snape…I mean, Rosalyn, I think I know why your son was kidnapped. It had to be! He must have been taken by Daniel's family, who doesn't want your son to be living with a muggle, er, non-wizard…"

"Huh! What's so bad about a muggle anyways? The only think that separates us from those wizards is magic!" Rosalyn huffed. Hermione shook her head at Rosalyn through the mirror on the dresser before speaking with a sad, knowing smile on her face.

"Oh, Mrs. Snape…it's more than that. You see, Daniel came from one of the honored pureblood family…

"Pureblood are those who have parents that are both wizard. The Snape family, if I had remembered it correctly, were one of the family who have been a part of the pureblood race for quite a long period of time…that is, until the marriage between you and Daniel. I think the Snape family must have been awfully enraged when they found out about this news…They might've even disowned him…I don't know. But what I do know is when Daniel had passed away, the family must have wanted to try and mold your son into a pureblood figure for the sake of carrying on the legacy for Snape's family. They wanted to forget that Daniel had married a muggle and had tainted the blood within your son." Hermione concluded.

"…So are you a –?" Rosalyn paused. Hermione smiled gravely.

"No, Mrs. S-Rosalyn. I'm a, what they called, mudblood. I'm stuck between a muggle race and a pureblood race. I belong with all the so-called mudbloods, just because my blood is not from a wizard's." Hermione explained and sighed.

"But you know what?" Hermione continued in a soft, yet unwavering voice, "One day, I'm going to prove to the world that it doesn't matter if your blood isn't pure. You can still be a great wizard. That a mudblood is not worse than a pureblood and deserved the same respect as the purebloods."

Rosalyn beamed at Hermione through the mirror.

"You're a strong woman, Hermione, just like your mother. I wouldn't be surprised at all when you accomplish that goal of yours. You share the same persistent and stubborn streak as Anne. You're truly the spitting image of your mother…Speaking of images, how about taking a look in the mirror?"

Hermione slowly drew her eyes to her reflection in the mirror and gasped. Her hair was…straight!
"Oh, Mrs. Snape…how can I ever thank –"

"No need. And don't call me Mrs. Snape. Just Rosalyn. Besides, I should be the one thanking you. For bringing me back to the present and for bringing me the good news about my son…"

Hermione didn't say anything. She just turned around to hug the petite woman.

"You know, I still haven't finish telling you about your son…" Hermione started. Rosalyn laughed.

"It's already midnight, Hermione. I think we all need to get some sleep. You need some rest, too. Didn't you say that you have to go to buy your school supplies tomorrow?" Rosalyn asked.

"But –" Hermione protested.

"It's all right, Hermione. We can always talk later. You still have a six days till you have to go to Hogwart, right?"

"But I have to begin my study after I get my books tomorrow…"

Rosalyn smiled reassuringly.

"You're such a mature and strong woman. I wish Severus would…" Rosalyn stopped, and seeing Hermione's inquiring look, shook her head, "Never mind that. Anyways, we can always keep in touch through letters, too, right?"

Hermione's eyes brightened at the idea and grinned.

"Of course. I'll tell him to write to you, too. He'll be so surprised." Hermione said.

"That'll be…thank you so much, Hermione, you've no idea how much you've done for me…I can't begin to express the extent of my gratitude…" Rosalyn choked a little as tears began to form.

Hermione quickly went to put her arms around Rosalyn, but Rosalyn raised her hand to stop Hermione.

"No, it's all right. I'm ok. It's just the news seems too good to be true…I just want to say thank you, Hermione."

"You're very welcomed. And thank YOU for the straight hair." Hermione grinned, trying to lighten up the mood. Rosalyn smiled and bid Hermione a goodnight before gathering up her hair supplies and headed out the guestroom.

Hermione went to the bathroom to take a shower and walked to the bed, drying her hair carefully. 'No more hair trouble for me tomorrow! All thanks to Mrs. Snape…Rosalyn Snape.' Hermione closed her eyes and smiled to herself, before drifting off into a deep sleep.

A/N: I won't be updating my story until a week from the upcoming Monday, because I will be busy studying and taking my finals…sigh. Anyways, I hope you all liked this chapter. Please R&R.