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Snape

Disclaimer: Again a reminder, the idea is not completely mine, some parts and characters belong to Prongs97, and of course J. K. Rowling. I only have minor parts of the plot

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Chapter 2: The Truth is a Day Away

Another night with no sleep, the dream had other aspects, she also sees a man pointing his wand at her, and that was how the nightmare usually ended now. Sighing, she picked out her clothes and chose to put her hair in a messy bun, she wore a V-neck, turquoise shirt and skinny jeans, and tried to forget that night's torment.

Just as she was about to leave the common room with Ron, guessing Harry was already at breakfast, he came in panting and said while trying to even out his breath, "Snape…came up to…me and said…that he…wanted to see you…Hermione." "Okay, any idea why", Hermione inquired, not expecting an answer, for the situation was quite suspicious. "Dunno, maybe to compliment you on being good at potions?" offered Ron mockingly. "I don't think that is very like professor Snape, Ron", Hermione replied, "anyway, I guess I will see you on the train then, bye" and with that being said, she rushed off to the dungeons to see what the potions' master required.

"You are late", demanded Snape without the usual sneer. She offered an incoherent apology. "Never mind, take my hand Hermione", he demanded again. Okay three things were off here, one, how on earth was Severus Snape accepting an apology, two, does he really expect her to take his hand, and three, since when is she Hermione and not Know-it-all or Mudblood or even Granger? "I know what you are thinking, but believe me all will be explained later." Okay we need Madame Pomfrey here, he seems to be sick. "I am not sick Hermione, and yes I can read your mind" he said seeing her startled look. Still, what if there is 1 year old slime on his hand from potions. "I don't suppose you know how to apparate, and even if you do, you certainly don't know where we are heading", he retorted with a smirk, seeing the traitorous blush creep to her cheeks. She reluculantly took his hand and felt as if she was being squeezed then stretched, and as quickly as the sensation started it came to a halt.

She landed in an ungraceful heap, then quickly stood up. The place they were in was so familiar…wait wasn't that her house? They walked up to the front door and rang the bell, "Welcome professor Snape, pleasure as always, come in, come in" Her mother ushered them both inside, what did she mean by 'pleasure as always'? Hermione sat down on the sofa and her parents joined her as well. Snape handed her a potion and said, "This is Veritaserum, if you do not trust me, or believe me, which I suspect you do, make sure it is real, I know you are smart enough to determine, and ask me to take it, the choice is yours" Hermione smelled it, it certainly is Veritaserum, and a very strong one indeed, she decided that as long as he was ready to take it, and gave her the choice, then he was certainly going to tell the truth, she still gave it to him for extra measure, though. "Ok, so now that is settled, and I took the serum, it certainly will make matters easier, Hermione, you are my daughter" Hermione felt her world shatter before her, so she started doubting the effectiveness of the potion, her brain was trying to show her how stupid that thought is, being Snape's daughter. "Prove it", she challenged. "Ok", with a wave of his wand, she felt a tickling feeling fill her body, "Look in the mirror" She heard herself gasp as she saw how much she changed, she now had shoulder length black hair, that landed in soft curls. Her eyes were a dazzling ocean blue, and she had thin, pink lips. "I placed a glamour charm on you when you turned two, that was because I knew you were in danger, you were taken when you were three years old" Hermione almost forgot about her parents being there in the room, they were very silent the whole time. "We knew you would be in danger, that was an attempt to keep you safe, but it was in vain, it didn't work." "Um…sir, do…do we have to leave now? Can I stay for the night?" "That would be alright, although your siblings were expecting you, I guess another night would be alright" "Wait, did you say siblings?" "Yes, you have a sister who is two years older than you, and two brothers that are your triplets, if that is the way to say it, oh, look at the time, I best be going now, before Ara, your sister loses her mind, Hermione tomorrow 9am sharp, ok?" Hermione nodded and then Hermione's mom, or foster mom as it seems to be now, guided Snape out the door. Hermione drifted into a dreamless sleep once her head hit the pillow.