Library. Hermione focusing on her homework. She didn't notice Snape stood in front of her, watching her. Watching his witch do homework all by herself.

From Snape, Hermione reminds him of Lily. Of course. Both were born in the muggle world. Brilliant. Energetic. Two witches he had fallen in love with.

Love? Did he say `` Love?

"Miss Granger?" Familiar silky voice spoke to her. Hermione looks up from her notes. "May I sit here?" Snape asks.

Hermione looked around the place. No one seems bothered by what Snape is doing. "May". She let him.

Snape dragged the chair, and sat. Madam Pince nowhere to be seen. "Homework? You worked so hard, Miss Granger".

"If you are here to mock Professor Snape. I'm not in the mood". She resumed her homework.

Snape spoke back. "Little girl like you who dares talk that tone to me. Impressive. Where do you learn?"

"Muggle. I expect you kind of know those words, Professor".

"I do. I lived in Spinner's end". Snape studies her. "Tell me, Miss Granger. Are you the one I've met in Flourish and Blotts".

Hermione looks up from her notes. Snape continued. "Because I remember this bushy hairstyle blocking my way".

"You're mocking, Professor. You really are. I know why you are here. Your life is boring _ is that why you are here mocking me as you like".

"Indeed".

Hermione snorts. "You are taking my house point, Professor. I may not forgive you for that".

"I'm the teacher. I can take your point as I like. Perhaps you want me taking your point right now".

"For what reason?!"

Snape smirking. "For being so insufferable, know it all".

"I'm not! No wait, maybe I Am". Silent. Hermione and Snape stare each other eyes. Hermione felt nothing on him, but Snape does. He began to sweat as his eyes on hers.

He quickly rose up. His robes flowing behind him. "I need you to be extra care what you doing, Miss Granger".

"I know what I'm doing, Professor".

"Foolish girl!" Then he turns his feet and walks out from the library. Hermione gasped. What just happened?

Snape walked in the hall. He saw two boys from Hufflepuff house running and playing. He didn't bother that until they bumped into him.

Snape glared down, gritting his teeth. "Five points from the Hufflepuff house who bumped into me!"

"S - sorry Professor Snape".

"Silent! Go you insolent!" Snape watches the boys scattered running. "Foolish!". Resuming his walk back to his office.

Hogwarts castle. Day. Snape feet hurried to meet Madame Hooch. Because Hermione will learn her first flying lesson today.

He wants to be there to make sure Hermione is alright under Hooch's watch. He swung her door open. Madame Hooch was shocked to see Snape in her office.

"Professor Snape. What can I do for you today? I was about to start teaching my lesson".

Snape gently walked up to her. "That is why I'm here. I do believe that Miss _" He stopped. He cannot reveal it. "Watch your students".

"What does that mean, Professor? I don't understand".

"Just _ do what I'd said. Watch your students. if anything happens I cannot forgive you".

"Severus, you sound so serious. They are just fresh students".

"I'm afraid so _ yes".

The grounds. Day. Hermione stands in a cluster of Gryffindors, across from the Malfoy and his Slytherin cronies.

Between them, there is a long line of broomsticks. Madame Hooch, a rangy witch with short gray hair and hawk-like eyes, stands between the two groups.

"Good afternoon. Welcome to your flying lesson. Well, what are you all waiting for? Everyone steps up to a broomstick. Come now. Hurry up".

From nowhere. Snape watched Hermione from the window. His witch is now trying to learn how to fly with a broomstick. Remembering those days.

Hermione steps forward nervously, glances down.

"Stick your right hand over the broom, and say''Up ``!''

Shouts of "Up!" ring in the cold afternoon air. Hermione saw Harry's broom snap smartly into his hand. Her broom simply rolls over while Ron's flies up and cracks him in the nose.

"You alright?" ask Hermione to Ron.

"If you see my nose coming out to bleed. Which is ``I'm not alright".

Snape smirked from the window he stood. "Foolish!" From his eyes, the students mount, grip the broom tight.

Hooch blows her whistle, nervously Neville Longbottom shoots straight up into the air, like a cork out of a bottle.

Everything turns into panic to see Neville flying on his broom alone. Hooch calling out from him.

"Mr. Longbottom! Come down here this instant!"

Snape eyes on Hermione then flies to Neville. Clutching desperately to his broom, Neville caroms crazily off a tree, flops upside down, rockets past the other students who duck then soars into a mad spiraling climb.

"Mr. Longbottom!"

Too late. With a giant thud, and a nasty crack, Neville hits the pitch. Hooch and the Gryffindors rush over.

"Oh oh dear, broken wrist". Leading Neville off. "Everyone. While I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wings. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, they will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say 'Quidditch'.

As they go. Hermione notices someone watching her from the window. She looked over her shoulder and looked up where the window stood. Then she saw Snape in her view. Familiar with his black robes he is always wearing around the castle.

What is he doing here?

Corridor Hogwarts. Evening later. Harry and Ron walk, buffeted by the stream of students heading for dinner.

Hermione walks a few steps behind.

"Seeker! But first years never make the house teams. You must be the youngest Quidditch player in _"

"A century. According to McGonagall".

Just then Fred and George descend between Harry and Ron. "Well done, Harry. Wood's just told us". said Fred.

"Fred and George are on the team too. Beaters".

"Our job is to make sure you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch". George said.

"Brutal. But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally". said Fred.

"But they turn up in a month or two". George said.

As the twins dash off, Ron reads Harry's troubled face. "Oh go on, Harry. Quidditch is great. Best game there is. And you'll be great too".

"But I've never played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?"

"You won't make a fool of yourself". Ron and Harry turn. They hadn't even noticed Hermione. "It's in your blood".

Harry's face looked confused. "My blood?"

"Come. I'll show you, Harry".

Moments later. Trophy staircase. Hermione leads Harry and Ron to a display case. Inside is a history of Quidditch at Hogwarts, with ancient brooms, strange equipment, and various trophies.

She points. Etched upon a silver tray, below a Gryffindors lion, one name shines.

James Potter. Seeker.

"Harry .. you didn't tell me your father was a Seeker too".

"I ... didn't know".

Gryffindor's common room. Night. After the incident. Flashback as Harry and Ron trail Hermione up the staircase. Just then, the staircase lurches beneath their feet and transports them to a very dark, very creepy corridor.

Hermione mentions that it is the third floor they are on now. Dumbledore mentioned before and forbidden for students.

They tried the opposite way but didn't succeed. They see something shouldn't not they see.

As they succeed out from the third floor. They run back to Gryffindors house. The Pink Lady frowned as she saw Harry, Ron and Hermione panting.

The Pink Lady let them in. They walk to Gryffindor's common room.

"What do they think they're doing keeping a thing like that locked up in school?"

"You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?"

"I wasn't looking at its feet. I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didn't notice. There were three".

Hermione shakes her head. "I noticed that. It was standing on a trapdoor, which means it's not there by accident it's _"

"Guarding something". Whisper Harry.

Hermione nodded in a smile. "That's right. Now, if you don't mind, I think I'll go to bed before either of you figures out another clever way to get us killed. Or worse ... expelled".

Ron turns to Harry. "She needs to sort out her priorities".