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I'm sorry this story has been going slowly for some of you all ( But I needed the time to sort of throw in a few things, and develop character. Things should be speeding up a bit more. )
I'm so sorry that this chapter was taking so long…I had school stuff to do. And I can't afford to put it all off to write a fic. / Word of warning, this chapter does start off rather slow, but at least the effect of the jewel is revealed…muahahaa
IMPORTANT: If you all have not already guessed, this fic has no relevance to the sixth book
To the reviewers:
PhantomPhluter: Why thank you! I glad you like it. I've been trying to keep the bad grammar down to a bare minimum. And I'm sorry it took so long to update.
June W: Well, longer chapters mean less frequent updates; shorter chapters mean more frequent updates. ;)
Viki: Awe, I'm so touched.
Phoenix's Feather: Like I said above, I'm sorry if it seems it has been going slowly. Things should be kicking into gear.
Septentrion: I'm sorry to hear that, but there were numerous things I had to do before I can get into the good part.
Urbiggestfan: Nice to know I have the ability to make someone speechless!
Fuuruma: Maybe it was hers first? Heh, about Sev…you'd be extremely pissed off enough to slap someone if you knew about the jewel…
Sugar n spice7493: Glad to hear it! And terribly sorry for the slow update.
Momsangel: Mmm…I really want to say something to that, but I wont. I'd rather just let your all's imaginations run away with you all.
Transylvanian: Will do ;)
siriuslyblack04: You'll find out…maybe in this chapter? So happy that you like it.
Kelly: Like, to tell you about them? Or actually email the story to you?
Nercia Genisis: Mmm, perhaps. ;) Okay, probably. Can you figure it out through the hints I leave? Maybe, maybe not, but it will be revealed soon.
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Chapter four,
Hermione groggily rose from her bed, and glanced over to her alarm clock, which read '6:00 AM'. She groaned and debated what she would do. She just missed her fist day of her year back in school. Her last year! Which meant a lot. Should she ask the headmaster what to do? She shook her head at that though. She really didn't want to go see him after yesterday. There was just something about the thought of seeing him, after that ordeal that made her uneasy.
She rushed around, preparing for the day; deciding that she would talk to McGonagal.
Down in the common room, she ran into Ginny, Ron, and Harry. She smiled at her friends, walking up to the couch where they sat together. "Hey guys," she greeted, sitting on the coffee table just in front of the couch.
The group of three all smiled back, saying their good-mornings. While the other three returned to a previous conversation, Hermione became absorbed in her thoughts. She remembered that she didn't know her schedule. Where had she put her paper with her classes? She needed to know what classes she had after Potions and Charms.
"Do any of you guys know where I put my schedule?" she asked the trio.
"I last saw you put it in your bag the other day," input Harry.
"Thanks!" Hermione jumped up to run back up to the girl's dormitory. She searched her bag, and sure enough she found it amid other papers.
"Potions, Charms, Transfigurations—perfect. Just third period," she grinned to herself. She could talk to her head of house then. She would just have to endure potions first…
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She slowly walked into potion's class, looking around. She saw Tiffany and suddenly remembered that she needed to talk to her about the jewel! She quickly scuffled over to her and sat down, smiling briefly at the girl.
"Hiya, Hermione!" said Tiffany cheerfully. "How are you this wonderful morning?" She looked as if the sun couldn't shine any brighter that day.
"Oh, fine I suppose," murmured Hermione. She looked down at her closed hand, thinking another time if she should ask her. Of course she should! She needed to know. Or…at least she thought she needed to know? Who does know?
"Hey, Tiffany, do you recognize this?" she said, presenting her hand to Tiffany. She figured that if it were hers, then she would immediately react to it. The girl's eyes widened and she let out a small gasp. Maybe she had seen it?
"Oh, Hermione!" she exclaimed. "It's beautiful! Where did you get it? I need to get one like it." Hermione's mind both sighed with relief and tensed, fearing what it could mean, since she had never seen it.
She frowned. Tiffany noticed and questioned her response.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I can't remember where I go—oh! I got it from my boyfriend from over the summer," she almost forgot what Dumbledore had told her to say.
Tiffany was about to speak when the door the classroom slammed. This make the two jump and turn around, to see Snape stalking up to the front of the classroom.
At the front, he looked around the room. His eyes met with Hermione's for a moment. His expression didn't falter at all, but Hermione had to break the eye contact, looking down at her enclosed hands.
She started to feel rather irritated, just at everything. She glared down at her empty cauldron, for no reason, hoping that this class would end soon.
Snape put the instructions on the board, and told them that they would be brewing a potion independently today. Hermione got started on her potion, no longer bothering to hide the jewel in her palm, and quite grateful of such, being right-handed.
Class quickly ended and Hermione's potion turned out perfect as usual…ignoring what happened yesterday. Seeing movement to her right, she looked over to see Tiffany raising her hand to get the professors attention. Glancing back she saw that indeed, Snape did see her hand. Again she felt annoyed, but this time at Tiffany. For raising her hand? 'What a silly thing to get upset about!' thought Hermione. She tried to shake the emotion and generally succeeded. She came to the conclusion that it must be her hormones. After all, it was nearing that time of month.
Snape walked over to the two of them, not three since no one else wanted to sit at their table with them. She began throwing scenarios about what would happen if she added certain ingredients to the potion at Snape, who would shortly answer them. After the third or so scenario, Snape started to grow progressively angry with her, and would only reply with short, bitter remarks.
Hermione herself grew angry with the girl. Stupid chit. Couldn't she just go try her scenarios and perhaps kill your self in an explosion? Doesn't she realize that Snape does not want to answer your childish inquiries?
She rapidly blocked her thoughts… Did she really just think that? Did she really dislike the girl that much? Yesterday she was in truth enjoying her questions and conversations. What happened? Hermione shook her thoughts from her head, and as a substitute concentrated on her potion, which was rapidly turning a dark violet, while it should have instead turned periwinkle.
Hermione sighed heavily and tried to stir the potion rapidly to regain its light color. It did turn mostly to the color it was supposed to be. She felt Snape observing her, and heard him scoff at her mishap with the potion, probably pleased that he had caught her mess up in his class again.
She needed to talk to him about the jewel… Would he answer any of her questions? Should she instead go to Dumbledore? Maybe she could go to both of them… She felt the slight breeze of his cloak as he turned to leave.
"Professor," she addressed him, trying to get his attention.
"Yes Miss Granger?" he said coldly and he turned back around.
Turning around in her seat to look up at him, she spoke, "Could I speak with you after class?"
He sneered down at her. "Must you?"
She considered whether it would be best to, or not. "Yes," she answered shortly.
He breathed heavily, debating his answer. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he nodded once and turned away, a sour look on his face.
At the end of class, she turned in a sample of her potion, and waited at his desk until he returned to sit down in the desk's wooden chair. He sat heavily, and looked at her as the last of the students filed. "I'm going to assume I know what you wanted to speak with me about."
Hermione shifted, considering what exactly she was going to ask. She winced at she felt a headache taking affect. Snape raised an eyebrow at her movement, strangely amused. She felt amused with it as well.
"Miss Granger, how have you been feeling today?" he asked.
Hermione was surprised that he asked this. Him—concerned? Unlikely. "And do tell the truth girl," he muttered darkly. Obviously not truly concerned. Dumbledore probably wanted to know. But why then—did the Headmaster not come to her personally?
"Irritable, angered at the simplest thing," she said calmly.
He cocked his head at her, and looked at her appraisingly, like he was measuring the truth and finding something interesting there. Not feeling quite as annoyed as she was, and continued, "Well when Tiffany started talking to you, I got extremely angered at her. I started thinking badly of her, but it was like deep down I didn't really think that. It greatly confused me," she stopped to think, "And through the entire class I was just feeling generally angered at everything."
Snape didn't speak for a moment. "And is your—" he stopped, and Hermione felt greatly embarrassed, she assumed what his next question was going to be. "—Your 'cycle' approaching?"
Hermione blushed a deep red, feeling uneasy at answering the question and having the question asked. "Maybe…"
"Good god, woman, I just need a straight answer," he groaned.
Her blush deepened. Well it was a maybe, after all. But how could she say why to him? She breathed, and responded quickly, "Well it may be—my…period," she paused at the word, unsure if it was appropriate to use, "has always been irregular."
"I see," he muttered, sitting back in his chair. Grateful that that part of the conversation was out of the way, he pressed on. "I noticed that your potion today was…less than perfect," he said, pointedly looking down at the vials resting on his desktop. Many of them were just a light violet, no periwinkle among them. Usually her potion was the only one that stood out from the rest of them being just the color it was supposed to be. This time, however, she couldn't even tell which was hers.
She frowned, saddened by this fact. "I know… I don't know what's up. I think it's just my emotions from today."
"I'll expect better from you tomorrow, Miss Granger," he asserted. "If This keeps up, I need to have another talk with you. If it's your emotions, you should talk to your head of house. If you start to feel bad, go to see Madame Pomphrey."
"Dismissed," he muttered as third years started pouring into the classroom. Hermione nodded and gathered her things and left, headed to the courtyard to meet up with Ron, who also had a free period.
Almost to the courtyard she stopped in the hallway. "Damnit!" she cursed. She forgot to ask about the jewel. Then she thought, 'Did he do that on purpose? Damn, he probably did.' Hermione wasn't one to curse, but she was certainly irked that she forgot.
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Her next two classes went by smoothly, and it was the end of her third period class—transfigurations. That day, it was mostly a review from last year, like it is just about every year. The first few days of school are always like this the first week or so; the teachers try to jog your memory.
After the people were leaving to head to the Great Hall to eat lunch, Hermione approached her head of house's desk, where her teacher sat. She was writing on a piece of paper, making sharp scratching noises. When Hermione's shadow went over the paper, she looked up, gazing through her glasses at Hermione. She smiled lightly at her, and motioned for her to speak.
"Professor, since I missed yesterday, I was worried about what to do,"
Her professor grinned up at her, and pulled open a drawer. She reached into it and shuffled around a bit. When she came up the elder woman had a stack of a few papers in her hand. She offered them to Hermione, who reached out to take them.
Her teacher took a deep intake of breath, and dropped the papers, recoiling her hands from Hermione's. Her eyes were wide with shock like she had just seen two teenagers openly daring to have sex in her classroom.
"Professor?"
"Your hand!" she gasped, looking wide-eyed at Hermione's right hand, which was still extended, held in mid grab. Hermione almost laughed. She had forgotten about the jewel! It no longer felt strange in her hand, and just felt like normal skin was there.
"Who else has seen this?" she asked sternly. Obviously the Headmaster did not tell the other teachers. If he were to tell any one, her head of house would be the first to know.
"Snape was the first one…I think," she responded, once again trying to think if anyone else had seen it.
"Does the Headmaster know about this?" she hissed, still staring at the jewel.
"Yes," she said shortly. "Professor, the Headmaster wouldn't tell me what it was, and nor would Snape, could you please tell me what's going on?" She mentally kicked herself for saying that they refused to tell her. She should have tried to manipulate her mind into thinking that she did know. 'They didn't tell me much, but I want to know more, Dumbledore and Snape rushed off before they could finish telling me…could you enlighten me?' she played the scenario in her head, regretting that she had not done as such. 'Me and my big mouth,' she thought grudgingly.
The professor pursed her lips and looked grim. "If he would not tell you, then it is best as so. I'm sure you will be told in time…but now clearly is not the right time." Hermione frowned. That was nearly precisely what Dumbledore said. Her professor frowned too, looking like she desperately wanted to tell her everything.
"It's just that I've been feeling really strange lately, and I want to know if it is because of this," Hermione prodded, trying to delve into the conversation, and get more out of her professor. Maybe she could manipulate her yet?
Would that even be wise? This was her favorite teacher, and trusted her decision very much. Would it be okay to do such a thing, just to get information that may be crucial to her? This professor had become like her mother away from home…well, more like her grandmother away from home. She knew it was a bad idea, but she just had a severe craving to know.
She needed to know.
Her teacher thought for a moment before responding. "Yes, it may be because of the stone. How have you been feeling strange?"
Hermione considered her answer. Should she stretch the truth? Maybe a little won't hurt. If something went wrong, then she could always blame it on her strange emotions as of late. She almost smirked at that.
"Well I've been extremely irritable lately, jumping at just about every one's throat. I've been just plain in a bad mood no matter what. Even my friends were not enough to cheer me up," she explained. So maybe she did stretch it a little bit…
"I didn't think it would happen so fast…" her professor whispered under her breath, clearly thinking that Hermione would not hear her. She pretended she didn't. "But considering…" she stopped. "Well, I'm afraid that it may just get worse…or better. Maybe—your just having a bad day so every thing is getting to you."
Hermione frowned, not impressed by this news. She faked a smile. "Thank you for telling me the truth, it really means a lot to me."
McGonagal smiled back. "And it really means a lot to me that you came to me to talk about this." The smile was genuine, and it made Hermione feel a little better.
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"Please, I don't know the password, but can't you please let me by? I really need to talk to the Headmaster!" growled Hermione. She was standing in front of the stairwell that went up to professor Dumbledore's office. She had finished all of her classes and made sure the entire day to continue hiding the jewel…not wanting to tell any of her friends about it. After then she had decided to confront the Headmaster.
Unfortunately, she didn't know the password and the guardian statue would not let her by without it. "Go to see your head of house if you need to see someone," it said in a deep voice, continuing to block her way.
"I already did, and she can't help me!" she shouted getting progressively pissed off.
"There are other teachers you can speak to, miss," it insisted.
"Miss Granger?"
She turned around at the voice, coming to face none other than the man who she wanted to meet with. She smiled happily, glad that she got to see him after all. She frowned however, and grew irked when she saw professor Snape just beside the aged wizard. Why the heck did he have to be there too?
"Professor, I needed to talk to you," she stated.
"Oh? How about you come up to my office and we can talk in private," he said, walking up to the statue, which immediately stepped to the side to allow him entrance to the stairs. "Professor, won't you join us?" he insisted, glancing back at the angered looking Potions Master.
"I have things to do pr—"
"Oh, but I do so insist! We would both really enjoy your presence, m'boy," he chimed, smiling merrily at the other wizard.
Snape just looked up at him, not moving from his spot. Hermione just watched the interaction between the two.
"I'll make you your favorite flavored tea, just the way you want it. Come on," the older wizard continued to insist.
Snape growled deep in his throat and followed behind Hermione and the Headmaster up into the office.
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The three of them sat down in a group of comfortable chairs, just away from the Headmasters desk where he usually sat. The atmosphere was rather tense, as Hermione and Snape both sat stiffly.
On a table in the center of their little group sat a tray of biscuits and a full kettle of tea. Hermione gently sipped at her tea, waiting for either of the older men to start the conversation. She didn't quite feel comfortable initiating the conversation.
They remained in silence for some time, each of them drinking their tea. The silence would occasionally be disturbed when one of the three leaned over to grab a biscuit to nibble on.
Finally Snape sat his finished cup of tea down and rose from his seat. He nodded to the head master. "Thank you for the tea, Albus. This little—get-together," he sneered saying the word, "was quite enjoyable," he said, obviously lying through his teeth. "But now I must depart."
He made to leave but was interrupted by the Headmaster. "Ready to leave so soon? I was just about to have an elf bring out some cakes! Please, sit down and rejoin us. If you're afraid of silence, we can talk. Yes, lets talk!" he urged.
Snape straitened his shoulders and stopped walking, but didn't move to sit back down.
"Fine," he barked indignantly. He swiftly turned around and sat back down.
Just then a house elf indeed did pop in with a tray of cake slices and cookies. The elf timidly removed the tray that was already on the table, leaving the kettle still magically full of tea, and replaced it with the new tray. The elf quickly left with a snap of its fingers.
"Now, down to business," the aged wizard asserted. "Hermione, if I was told correct, you have been feeling…oddly as of late?" he asked, leaning forward.
Hermione shifted, feeling strange being the center of the questions in the very beginning. "Yes sir," she murmured.
"And Severus, you have been feeling irritable, as of normal?"
Snape just scoffed, not even dignifying that question with an answer. Dumbledore just smiled knowingly.
"Snape, you know what this jewel it and was it does," to this the potions professor nodded. "And Hermione, you have no clue, correct?" The girl nodded too, intrigued and scared where this was going. She saw her potions professor shift uncomfortably in his seat and frown. She frowned too, curious at that move.
"Hermione…you are such a brilliant witch! One of the brightest of your kind, despite being muggleborn. You have exceeded every one of your professors expectations, even, dare I say it, Snape's," the older man raved. Snape just sneered. Hermione herself felt rather annoyed about his complements.
Dumbledore just smiled at this. "It is happening…indeed it is." He stopped to think. "Hermione, I know how hard you have worked all through your six years at Hogwarts, but now I fear…" his smile faded from his face and he looked rather saddened. "That it will become much more difficult for you."
Hermione cocked her head, silently urging him to continue.
"Why you have been feeling strange lately…angered, annoyed…is because you have been feeling your professor's emotions…you have been linked to Snape—mentally, physically, and emotionally. You now share a bond with him that few others have ever been cursed and-or blessed to having with another being. And now, Voldemort may be after the power that is made through your bond with one another."
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Bua! Chapter four…slightly longer, if I do say so myself. I had fun writing this one.
What you all have seen so far from the bond has been the emotional aspect of the magic. Oh dear me, Oh my, what ever shall Sev and Hermy do? Now that Voldemort may be after their bond's power. By-the-way: It is the power of the bond…the bond does not make either of the more powerful. The bond itself it the power that Voldy is after. More on this in the next chapter.
Love yah all.