AN: – I recently found out that you can no longer post review answers or thank reviews like I do at the beginning of every chapter, so I will from now on, reply to the questions in reviews by this new little PM thing. So don't think I don't appreciate all the reviews or anything. Thank you, and please don't send me hate replies after reading this chapter. And i would also like to say sorry about how long it's taken me to update, i will try and post the next chaper sooner then this one. Enjoy!
Beneath My Skin
Chapter Three – Haunted
Hermione sat in the empty room that Dumbledore had set up for her, it was next to the Room of Requirement which she was pleased about, but it was also kind of deafening because of how quite it was. Living the past year in a world were there was constant noise surrounding them at any point, it was different to just sit in a room, not being interrupted in silence, she felt extremely uncomfortable and very tense. Sitting on the edge of her bed, her hands lay lightly in her lap but soon the ran across the silk bed spread, it felt beautiful under her hands, and she couldn't remember the last time she had felt something so fine and that made her sad.
Her mind was blank, and that was something completely different and new to her, just sitting down, feeling numb. She had always had to think, constantly, people relied on her ideas and plans, her intelligence. So her mind was never given a break to just sit back and relax or even just wonder off and now she could, it was surreal. Yet she didn't. Her mind had just frozen up and she wasn't thinking of anything. She thought she was going to die, and she was beginning to accept that, no matter how much she didn't want to, but when she could feel freedom, see it in that tiny coin, taste it. And then last hope she had been given, the only certain choice she had was snatched away from her, and from what she could figure out, it was by the people she trusted the most.
She sucked in a breath and looked into the corner of the room, trying not to let the tears of betrayal fall from her eyes. She knew she was in a war here as well, sure it wasn't as big a war as the one she had left, but it was still a war and she knew how it was going to end which is never a good thing when the other side are willing to do anything to make sure they win.
Bringing a thought up to her empty dull mind, she began to finally wonder why she was here. It had to be Barty, there was nothing else that she could change this far into the war, Harry was going to be born next year and Barty was about to join the Death Eaters sometime this year as well so she had to stop him within the next year because it will be this time next year when he tormented the Longbottom's. She had a brief thought that it could be something to do with Snape, after all he was giving her a deeply anxious look when she picked up her coin for the first time, but she shook her head, he was already a Death Eater, and he had already become a spy for Dumbledore. Maybe she should contact him, see if Barty had already confronted anyone about becoming a Death Eater.
She nibbled down on her bottom lip and knew she had two weeks before every came to Hogwarts. What was she going to do in those two weeks? Sit in this room like she was now? Her first thought was to get her wand checked out. She still didn't know what curse Barty had put on it so she couldn't use it, and she needed her wand, even if she wasn't going to use it, it was more of a comfort then anything else.
She had to do some research on time travel, but she knew she had already read every book on time travel in her third year when she used it constantly and wanted to find out as much as she could then. But not it was a bit different, no time turner, no actions that that have already happened and set out for her, no way back.
Standing up, her feet took to her weight a bit uneasily at first but soon she had enough strength to walk over to the walls, whish he ran her hand along as she walked around the room, looking at each thing in it, the book on a pile on her desk, inside the wardrobe, which was filled with many clothes that Hermione looked at uncertainty, not liking the fact they were 70's and new 80's style clothes, but what other type of clothes do you wear in the 80's? She thought to herself sarcastically. Walking past a picture on the wall, it was of a bowl of fruit, it was like a smaller version of the one at the kitchens. Brining her hand up to the pear she ran her fingers over it lightly, to tickle it, and she heard a sort of click and pulling at the picture frame she opened it outwards to see what was on the other side. She smiled when she saw a glass of what she guessed was Coke, taking it out carefully, bringing it to her nose she sniffed it, checking that it didn't have any potions or anything in it, she then brought it up to her lips and took a small sip. Yeah, it was Coke, diet, with vanilla, like she had been craving for a year now. She wondered how it knew that, but left it a simple desire spell set up the same way the Room of Requirement only on a smaller scale to food and drinks. Smiling down at the Coke she took another mouthful and continued to look around the room. She didn't find anything else exciting or that she wouldn't expect to be in a bedroom.
Walking over to her bed again, she sat back down on it, taking little sips at a time of her drink and looking around the room, wide eyed like a child.
She didn't know why, but her thoughts kept on turning to Snape, he must have made the potion that sent her here, and he must also be nearly finishing his potion apprenticeship, he was the youngest potion master at twenty one, meaning sometime this year so he must still be working with the potions master here. She sighed in a sort of relief that he was going to be here, he could really help her find out what potion his future self gave her and how to get back or find out what she's meant to do here. But he wouldn't know would he, he was still the past Snape, he hadn't made the potion yet even if he was the one who made it. It might not even exist in this time.
She lay back on the bed, still tense; folding her arms over her chest she scratched her elbow for a little while before she finally shut her eyes. Breathing in a slow pace and with each breath out she thought of all the things wrong with her being here and with every breath in she couldn't help fell excitement at the knowledge that she had a second chance, and not just for her but for everyone in the future and all those people that were effected by the war. Little dark patterns were playing across her eyes and someone would think of them as beautiful fireworks without sound but Hermione knew better, they were memories of all the spells that had happened in front of her eyes that she could never forget whenever she shut her eyes. After a couple minutes of listening to herself breathing and trying to not see the curses she finally feel asleep, her last thought was that this was the first time she had slept in a bed since she had to flee from the new Orders hideout once it was burnt down.
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Pushing open the Great Hall doors and walking through them and she smoothed down her skirt and looked up at all the teachers at the high table. They all looked over at her and she blushed under their gazes, all of them she recognised except one, who she guessed was the Defence Against Dark Arts teacher in this time, one caught her eye instantly, Snape. He was sitting in between Slughorn and the teacher Hermione didn't know, his hair was shorter and styled, it looked a lot like Harry's only less messy, his nose was the same only smaller to go with his younger face and he was surprisingly wearing muggle clothes, but naturally they were black. Regaining the ability to walk whist people stared at her, she started walking over to the table and sat on the other side of the unknown teacher, who started a conversation immediately.
"Hermione right? I've heard a lot about you, which is a bit weird seeing as you're not actually born yet." Hermione smiled and looked down at her empty plate, embarrassed by the teachers comment. "Well I'm Amy, Amy Wood." She was sweet, Hermione summarized, and she could tell there was more then met the eye. She was slim and had long dark hair which were perfectly straight and flowing down her shoulders and back.
"Hi, so you're the Defence teacher?" Amy nodded and Hermione ran her name through her head, "Are you related to an Oliver Wood?"
Amy's face lit up, "Yeah, he's my nephew, so cute, he's nearly-" she froze and turned to Hermione slowly, her smile slowly fading and a look of worry and shock crossed her features, "Is he okay? He doesn't…die or anything, does anything bad happen to him?"
Hermione smiled lightly at her concern, it was kind of sweet and Hermione was glad to see that she was worried about him, shaking her head lightly she reassured her. "No, he grows up and become brilliant at Quiddich, one of the best to come to Hogwarts actually."
Amy smiled and laughed triumphantly, "I knew it."
Hermione laughed with her and took a roll from in front of her and picked at it. She took some of the soft bread and squashed it in between her fingers and rolled it around so it made a small bread ball. Placing it on her plate she took another bit of bread and did it again.
"Professor Wood?" Hermione was interrupted by Amy putting her finger up and stopping her before she had time to continue.
"Call me Amy, Professor Wood makes me feel like a fifty year old."
"Okay, Amy, before I came here, my wand had a spell put on it, I was wondering if you could check it out, seeing as I have no idea what curse it was and I can't really use it." Pulling her wand out of her pocket she placed it on the table in front of them. Amy looked at it for a second and picked it up carefully. Brining it to her nose she sniffed it, pulling away from it suddenly made Hermione's face turn more serious. "What is it?"
"Nothing, just that this wand stinks of powerful spells. If I didn't know better I would say this was done by He-who-must-not-be-named, its dominant enough to be."
"Well he was powerful, Voldemort's right hand man I guess you could call him." Hermione noticed that the older woman didn't flinch or cringe at her saying Voldemort's name.
"I'll have to look at it closer, cast a couple of spells, but you fought this guy and only came away with a cursed wand? You must be pretty powerful yourself." Amy then got up and Hermione said bye and thanks before turning back to her roll, which was now nearly gone from her making little balls out of it, she felt someone move next to her and turned to see that Snape was getting up as well.
Hermione nearly jumped up to follow him but stopped herself, calmly getting up and taking a sip of juice before she tucked her chair in and began to walk out the hall a couple of meters behind Snape. When she was out of the Great Hall she jogged up to him and he turned around to see who was following him. Slowing down when she got closer, she took a deep breath in before starting to speak.
"Hi, I'm Hermione, but I guess Dumbledore already told you that, and I guess he already told you about how I got here, or at least I hope he has, I don't really feel up to explaining it all over again."
"Yes, he did." Hermione smiled at how he sounded just like the Snape she knew, and she was so tempted to hug him fiercely.
"Oh thank Merlin. Well I want to figure out what potion I took that sent me here, maybe it could help me figure out what I've got to do or why I ended up here instead of…well deceased." Hermione said, she could feel herself sweating and wiped her brow dry.
Snape was quite, but Hermione could see that he was thinking. Slowly he turned his head to look down at her, and Hermione just continued to look at him knowing he was looking at her for any sign of lies or trickery. "I will help you."
Hermione smiled thankfully and didn't care about what he thought, she reached out and hugged him, he was still taller then her, by quite a bit, so she pulled him down at her height and threw her arms around his neck. She felt him stiffen up more and slowly pat her back, she smiled at the fact he was so uncomfortable with physical contact even then, so she let go.
"Thank you."
"That's fine."
They stood in silence for a minute, Hermione looking at her hands, glancing up at Snape a couple times, he was just watching her closely and Hermione could guess what he was thinking.
"You wanna know what happens to you don't you?"
Snape looked at her, his face serious and his eyes dark. "No, I want to know why that bastard is still around in your time when we got so many people against him, so many people." His voice got suddenly quiet and Hermione understood, it was true, there was a stage when there were over a thousand people in the Order, but there had always been more following him, whether it be by choice or not, she presumed that the dark side had more to offer a care free life, what ever you want, not limits or rules all wrapped up in a nice little package with just one minor set back of following a mad man and calling him a god.
"We almost win if that's any help. 'Bout twice we thought we had him. And both times it was the guy I think I'm here to stops fault." Hermione ran a hand over her hair, she saw Snape's expression harden and a questioning look cross his eyes, "Don't worry, it's not you or anything." Looking down at the floor in front of her, she had the image of all of that day and all of that night. The day they had almost won and the night where they lost more.
Fighting, she had never been good at it, always better at spells and theory, but when the time called for it she would defend herself in what ever way she could. Fighting Barty again, it wasn't like the other times and she didn't know why, he was just standing there saying loads of things, horrible things that people should never have said to them, but Hermione stood there and listened to each word.
"Such a pretty thing you know, I could really make something out of you." He tilted his head and took a step towards her, "Maybe a nice doll." Hermione just continued to glare at him, he was walking closer to her, reaching one arm out to her. She clenched onto her wand and kept her head straight, ready to curse him if he tried anything.
The battle was all around her. But it was quite far away, it was like a massive circle, like a crowd around them and they along with Harry and Voldemort, were centre stage. She had been told that she would be a main part of the "core conflict" as someone had put it, maybe it was Remus but she didn't try to think of that at the moment.
He took another step forward and Hermione sent a curse his way, which hit him in the knee. He fell onto both of them and looked up at Hermione whist glancing at his knee checking it was alright and where she as quickly as he could. Hermione took a step closer to him, sending two spells at him, one to temporarily stop him from casting spells, one that she had made up a couple months ago but had never got to use properly. And the other to make sure he couldn't move his legs. Holding both her arms to her side, fists tight until they hurt, she walked closer to him, her anger was building and she didn't know why she didn't just kill him. But she couldn't help but want him to suffer, to feel every inch of pain that he caused her. Striding slowly to him she thought about everything he had done, and now she could return the favour.
When she stood just before him she pulled her arm back and looked him in the eye, she saw his look and felt a chill, his mouth was smirking yet his eyes were screaming for her to stop. She shut the feeling out and punched him as hard as she could. But not before he made another comment. "So you like it rough? Fuck yes, I really picked the right one to mark."
She got the side of his nose and her hand slipped so she also hit his cheek bone, she smiled and ignored the pain that now rose in her hand. Bringing her arm back she did it again and again, each time Barty waved his arms out to stop her but she continued to push his arms away and hit him. The bloodier he got the better she felt. She knew that just hitting him wasn't making her feel great, she needed him to know, to understand that what he did wasn't right and how much it hurt and how much she was hurting over it all.
"I trusted you! You were a teacher!" She hit him once more and flicked her wrist to get some of the sweat and blood off and to try it from not aching as much. "If you hadn't tricked everyone, none of this would be happening!" She hit him in his jaw and she paused for a second, which gave him enough time to say something.
"Good job then, I say. Who gives a fuck about all of them, all I really want right now if a good fuck from you. I'm sure you'll be a bit ridged at first, but I can teach you stuff-"
Hermione cut him off by hitting him several times, each time she cried out, getting louder and putting more of her body into it as she did. "You bastard! You brought him back! You marked me with your own deluded shit! You killed my parents! Why!" She only stopped hitting him when he fell back on his legs, he now lay helpless on the floor still reaching out to her, it was almost like he was trying to grab her arms and calm her, but she didn't believe that. Falling to her knees next to him she took him by his bloody and now bruised jaw. Pointing to her cheek with her other hand she started hissing at him. "What does it mean? Fate. You sick twisted fuck. None of this is fate, its shit. It shouldn't be like this and it's all your fault! You're the one who started it!"
She smacked her fists onto his chest, tears were falling over her face and she made no move to notice or care about them.
"So fucking emotional." She heard him whisper.
She smashed down on his ribs again, she heard them crack and break under her beating, and she heard him whimper out because of the pain. "Just tell me where he is! Give me him back!" She could feel him trying to breath and that he was finding it hard by the shallowness of his gasps and she brought her wand out and pointed it to his neck. Her voice turning stern and calmer, yet deadly quite. "Where is Ron?"
She looked up to his eyes and pressed her wand closer into his neck when he didn't answer. His eyes were grave and that shocked Hermione, jabbing her wand into his neck harder he made a chocking sound before speaking is a rough way.
"It's okay, I forgive you." His voice was solemn and grim. Hermione removed her wand as fast as she could when she recognised the tone.
"Ron?" she asked feebly and very faintly, moving her head closer to his face, brushing his hair away from his face.
His eyes were changing. No longer their misty brown, they turned to a light blue still covered in that mist. She gasped and brought his head up to rest on her lap.
"Oh Merlin, Ron, I'm so sorry, I didn't know." She spoke so quickly that she couldn't breathe, but she didn't think that was because of her speech. "Are you okay? Please don't die." Brushing his hair again she saw it turn back to its natural red in between her fingers. Her mind was rushing, it was all to slow if it was polyjuice unless he was dying before the potion had stopped working, his system shutting down would cause the potion to discontinue and he would slowly change to his original self. She saw the light cloudy mist fade from his eyes and instantly knew he was under the impermius curse, why else would Ron say those things? Unless he was being controlled by another person, using his mouth to say their words.
Ron reached out to her hand and she took it in hers gently. "It's okay, I'm okay."
Hermione interrupted him, "No your not, I have to heal you." She whispered franticly.
"Stop, Hermione, I'm lettin' you off." He said before coughing, she could see from the foamy blood that he was bleeding into his lungs, probably by one of the broken ribs slashing it open.
"Oh Merlin.. .." She whispered to herself, ripping open his shirt so she could perform a spell.
"You didn't know." Was the last thing he actually said. The rest was just constant coughing until he started choking, gasping for air that he couldn't get because his lungs were too filled up with blood. And slowly he died; all the while Hermione was trying to heal him, saying every spell she knew, most of then effecting or clearing up some of the cuts and bruises but not helping any of his internal organs. She let out a frustrated cry and yelled out to people around her.
"Somebody help me!" Her voice was coarse from being so dry. "Please! Somebody help me!" Her voice broke and she fell onto Ron's broken chest, crying hysterically and rubbing his bare skin, hoping that somehow it would help.
But it didn't. He died and it was because of her. She had taken his life from him because she didn't stop and think that maybe his arm waving and calming actions were actually calming actions, trying to show her that it was still him and she had got it all wrong. But she hadn't noticed and now he was there, comforting her because she had killed him by her own hands, which were still bruised from the incident. That's what they called it, an incident. None of the blamed her out loud, but she could tell they all did. And even if they didn't, she blamed herself, she could have stopped at any time, even when she lost control, she should had regained it or never have lost it in the first place.
She should have known, looking back she realised that never once did he flick his tongue and for many months she had always hated herself for never noticing but she never made that mistake again, she never made a move at Barty unless she had seen him flick his tongue or done anything that showed her it was really the man he looked like.
What she hated the most was that it wasn't even a short death, it wasn't instantly like the killing curse, or even painless. She had made him suffer because she believed he was someone who deserved it. Even now she could feel the way he shuddered and convulsed as she lay over his chest and it was memories like that which made her think she'll never be able to pull something like this off. How could she ever make nice and even convert the one man who had ripped everything from her and the reason she killed her own best friend. She couldn't even think about it.
Looking up from the floor, she noticed how Snape was staring at her. She blinked a couple times. "Sorry, just.. ..remembering." she said softly. Caught in his gaze she needed to find something to distract him before he read her mind and saw what she just had. "What do you know about Barty Crouch Jr?" she said suddenly, which made Snape pause and blink a couple times out of shock from her question.
He quickly worked it out, which Hermione knew he would, and was soon asking questions, "Is- Is it him? Is he the one who you're here to stop?"
Hermione pulled her lips into a line and nodded.
"But he's not like that, I mean, he's Hufflepuff." Snape said, mainly to himself, she saw his sneer at the word Hufflepuff and Hermione laughed, to which Snape restored to a firm glare. "Are we talking about Crouch's son? The one that gets letters all the time from him?"
Hermione nodded.
"Brown hair, brown eyes?" Hermione nodded again. "Brilliant at potions?"
Hermione laughed, "I should think so with the stunt he pulled forth year." Hermione saw the confused look on Snape's face. She pointed at herself, "My forth year." But that didn't seem the help Snape's perplexity. "Never mind, I might just go back to my room. Read or something." She felt extremely uncomfortable. Snape was being nice, in his own way, and she was being nice to him.
Snape put up his hand in a sort of goodbye wave and turned and left, robes blowing behind him, she smirked at how things were just always there, like the wind in his robes thing that Snape did whenever he entered or left a classroom, even if he was just walking past you in the corridor. Her smirk turned into a light smile as she turned and walked to her room.
A thought struck her. She had just made friend with Snape. Her eyes were wide, not because of the absurdity of that statement, but because she actually seemed happy and at peace with the knowledge that Snape and herself got on in this time and that she wasn't as alone as she felt.
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After explaining what the potion was like for what felt like the hundredth time, Hermione finally fell back onto the wooden workbench. It was hard and cold, but it only helped her stay awake.
"So it just absorbed into your tongue?" Snape asked, one eye brow raised and a very sceptical look on his face. Hermione sighed and bought her hand up to her face and covered her eyes with it, removing any trace of light from her sight along with the dim potions room.
"Yes, haven't I already told you that?" she replied, her voice sarcastic and fed up, "Is it that hard to believe?"
"Well given the fact that for a potion to work it has to pass through to the stomach, then yes, yes it is." Hermione heard Snape get up and walk over somewhere. Opening one of her eyes and moving her hand, she watched him walk into another room and come out a couple seconds later, carrying a book in his hand, he threw it over to her and Hermione had to quickly move up and catch the book before it hit her.
She looked down at the cover, slipping off the desk, book in hand she held it out to him. "I've already read this."
Snape tilted his head and snatched the book off her. "Then you should know that when a potion is absorbed into the tongue then it is not a potion, it is clearly a plant and earth based substance mixed to make a potion like liquid but it is really a Petroleum."
Hermione's mouth dropped, she hadn't even thought about that possibility. "Can you still help me? I need to find out, I can't stay here."
"Hermione, forgive me for being so bold, but do you really want to go back to a place where everyone else you have ever loved or known have been murdered and it is only a matter of time before you are found and by the sounds of it, raped then killed yourself?" His voice was so like his older self, full of wisdom and truth yet she still hated him for being right and making her feel stupid. This was the Snape she knew in her time, and she wondered just at what point in his life did he change for a boy to the man so tormented that she knew.
"No, but I can not stay in a time which I do not belong."
"You are here, and you have already changed the future. Now you can either leave it and be uncertain of how you changed it and go back to a future which you have no knowledge or control over or," He paused, running a hand through his short, not so greasy hair, "Is it better to stay here, change everything that's gone bad then go back to a good prospect of your time."
"You have no idea. I can't change anything here, I'm not powerful enough, I don't even have a wand! And I have no idea what I'm meant to do because no one told me this would happen. The past is not pretty but I was understood there, people knew what I had done and they treated me like I deserved. Here.." She slammed her fist onto the table behind her, "You're all willing for a second chance. But what if some people here aren't worthy of it?" She looked up, pushing her hair over her shoulder, a scowl written deep on her features.
There was a very long pause and neither wanted to say anything, fear that it could cause more problems or make the situation any worse.
Snape shifted from one foot to the other, brushing his hair with his hand he looked down at his feet, which were clad in black leather boots, he frowned at the slight scuff marks on the tips. "What did it taste like?"
Hermione looked up and thought about the question. Trying to go back in her mind to when she took the potion, her forehead scrunched up, "It didn't have a taste that I could name, but.." Tilting her head and scratching her head, she remembered something, "It had a slight flavour of something, something familiar but I can't name it."
Snape sighed and stepped towards Hermione, "Okay, then I might have to do something," he looked slightly uncomfortable, "Er, I'm going to have to go back into your memories, and see if I can recognise the ingredient." Nodding, Hermione understood what he meant. Standing up straighter, she felt a couple vertebrates in her back click, moving her head so that her hair wasn't in the way, she looked up into his eyes. She didn't see him bring his hands up to either side of her face until she felt them, oddly warm on her cold face. She gasped and he chose that moment to enter her mind and search. "If there is anything you don't want me to see, don't think about it, just focus on that moment." His voice was low and Hermione found herself lost. It felt like her eyes were closed but it was really just how dark and close his black eyes were that gave her that illusion.
A spilt second later she felt herself falling but being held up by someone behind her. "Whoa there." Hermione felt weak and she couldn't focus on who was holding her up.
"Hello Amy." She heard Snape say to the person she guessed was helping her. Hermione slowly regained her footing and stood up on her legs, frail at first but regaining her strength gradually. Turning she saw Amy and who was smiling at her, she noticed that she was holding her wand and she looked up at Amy and smiled back. Snape continued to speak and Hermione soon looked over at him. "Mistletoe. That was what you tasted. Very rare in Petroleum, I've never seen it before; I'll have to research it."
"A Petroleum? Is that what sent Hermione here?" Amy asked, taking a step so she now stood next to Hermione and not behind her anymore.
"Yes. The problem is, I only know two people that can actually make Petroleum's. My mother and she taught me."
Hermione frowned. "Great." She ran a hand over her eyes and yawned.
"You should be tired from the invasion onto your mind, but a little sleep will help that." Snape said politely, "I will find you a dreamless sleep potion." Turning from the two women he walked to the room he had got the book from.
"Why? I can get to sleep fine." Hermione complained.
"Yes, but your obsessive screaming during the night makes it very hard for the rest of the staff to say the same." He said dryly before leaving. Hermione's mouth dropped and she turned to Amy.
"Oh, am I really that loud?" Hermione asked quietly. And taking the look on Amy's face she began to feel guilty. "I'm so sorry, I apologise profusely. I didn't know it was that bad."
"Nah its fine," Amy said warmly, making Hermione feel slightly better. "Anyway, good and bad news, good, I fixed your wand. Bad, it had an extremely powerful curse on it, a very old one actually, passed down by family's, the men are suppose to mark the woman's wand with their own family's version of this curse, it doesn't happen now a days, but if you had used this wand when that spell was still on it and the man hadn't allowed it.." Amy whistled. "Well let's just say that woman burning at the stake thing was the husbands' idea and was pretty much inspired by this curse."
Hermione's eyes widened. "How is that possible?"
"Well, dark magic of course. It was then, and still is. But it seems that who ever marked your wand wanted you to be a bit more then just under his control." Amy said.
Hermione sub consciously raised her hand to her mark on her cheek. Taking the wand carefully from Amy, she held it in her hand for a couple seconds looking at it closely before putting it in her pocket. "Thank you, I don't think I could have survived much longer without Colin." Amy raised her head, giving her a funny look, "I named my wand. It was a really boring History of Magic lesson, don't ask."
"I won't, anyway.. .." She said, as Snape walked out and handed Hermione a vial, whist reading a massive book which he was balancing in his other hand.
Hermione thanked him and left the room, Amy at her side. Once they were walking up the stairs out of the dungeons, Hermione glanced over to Amy, who was looking over at her smugly.
"What?"
"Come on, what's going on with you and Snape, eh?" She asked, causing Hermione to look over at her, confusion written deep in her features.
"What do you mean?" Amy smirked, and Hermione understood now, she felt disgusted and wasn't sure whether to be sick or laugh. "Merlin no!" She started laughing as they continued to walk up the stairs. "If you knew the Snape in my time, you'd know why that's just too funny."
They reached a hall way and Hermione knew this was the one that lead to the Room of Requirement, as they walked past the various different pictures she found herself really looking at them. She had never been interested in art much, she called it senseless even though she respected it, and knew how much talent it took to make a masterpiece, but she was always to busy to just pay attention to every painting on Hogwarts walls. And that was something she found she regretted. Well, she thought, at least she had a second chance now.
"Amy, how can I kill a man that hasn't done anything wrong yet?" Hermione asked her tone serious as they reached her room.
Hermione watched Amy intently as she sighed and tucked a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. A rough look passed over her face, "Killing is always a last option. But I know what you mean, if it comes down to it," She paused, trying to find the right thing to say, "Just think about every thing he has done to you, or anyone else and pour every bit of hate into that curse and don't look back."
Taking in her words, Hermione felt slightly happier about her dark duty that brought her here, knowing that she had someone there for her, supporting her.
Nodding she got into her room, walking to her bed she downed the vial of potion and dropped the glass container as she fell onto her bed, her eyes flickering shut instantly and her last thought before she slept was about the fact there was only two days until the students arrived. She slept uneasy, even with the potion her dreams were slightly plagued by the memories of Ron dying and her meeting with Barty straight afterwards.
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God, Barty/Hermione scenes just flow out of me, even if it was a fake Barty lol. It's so easy to write those two together. I wrote like over three pages on them in ten minutes, that may seem long, but I'm a rubbish speller so I have to constantly check all of it, and yet still I miss things! Lol. Any way, next chapter will be one more memory only this time it will be more Barty…..or at least that's what I'm thinking bout, not really sure yet. Anyway, please review, I love and really appreciate all of them!
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