Arina and Hermione walked down a shaded path, "Why didn't we just floo over?" Hermione asked the young girl.
"Because we are not apart of the floo system and our guest may have other people searching for him.... Bad people" Arina led Hermione to a small villa nestled against what looked almost like a mountain, "Besides, it's is a beautiful day..." Hermione nodded and smiled at the girl.
"You haven't told me what this person looks like yet," Hermione was curious, for all she knew it was a Deatheater with amnesia, "Could you describe him for me?"
"Shy," the girl began
"Shy?" Hermione interrupted the girl.
"That's what he and all of us call him, He keeps to himself most of the time, he reads. He tells us of nightmares and green flashes, but he can remember nothing else. He's not easy to describe, you wouldn't forget someone like him ever I think." The girl tapped her wand against the door and it opened. "Our home extends far into the hills, Shy will most likely be in the library this time of day.
Hermione was led down stone halls and past many rooms, many had children in them reading and studying others has witches and wizards conversing in them. It reminded Hermione of Hogwarts, before the war, when she and Severus were growing close. She held back her tears as they stopped in front of a large door. "This is where shy spends most of his days..." Arina started and knocked on the door, it opened on it's own and Hermione entered the room.
"Shy?" Arina called out, "We found her, the one who might be able to help you." The walked to the center of the room and saw no one there. They jumped slightly when they heard the door shutting behind them and turned to see who had shut it.
"SO this is the one who might help me get my memory back?" the voice was silky and dark all at the same time, Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard it.
She quickly turned around and looked into the mans dark eyes, her lip quivered as she saw the scars and new lines on his face. She managed to hold herself up as she looked at the man, the man she thought they had all lost, "Severus?" Hermione whispered before fainting.
TBC?
A/N: Okay so writers block is still pretty bad, chapters are going slow and slower. I hope you enjoy this one. and thanks for the reviews.
"Because we are not apart of the floo system and our guest may have other people searching for him.... Bad people" Arina led Hermione to a small villa nestled against what looked almost like a mountain, "Besides, it's is a beautiful day..." Hermione nodded and smiled at the girl.
"You haven't told me what this person looks like yet," Hermione was curious, for all she knew it was a Deatheater with amnesia, "Could you describe him for me?"
"Shy," the girl began
"Shy?" Hermione interrupted the girl.
"That's what he and all of us call him, He keeps to himself most of the time, he reads. He tells us of nightmares and green flashes, but he can remember nothing else. He's not easy to describe, you wouldn't forget someone like him ever I think." The girl tapped her wand against the door and it opened. "Our home extends far into the hills, Shy will most likely be in the library this time of day.
Hermione was led down stone halls and past many rooms, many had children in them reading and studying others has witches and wizards conversing in them. It reminded Hermione of Hogwarts, before the war, when she and Severus were growing close. She held back her tears as they stopped in front of a large door. "This is where shy spends most of his days..." Arina started and knocked on the door, it opened on it's own and Hermione entered the room.
"Shy?" Arina called out, "We found her, the one who might be able to help you." The walked to the center of the room and saw no one there. They jumped slightly when they heard the door shutting behind them and turned to see who had shut it.
"SO this is the one who might help me get my memory back?" the voice was silky and dark all at the same time, Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard it.
She quickly turned around and looked into the mans dark eyes, her lip quivered as she saw the scars and new lines on his face. She managed to hold herself up as she looked at the man, the man she thought they had all lost, "Severus?" Hermione whispered before fainting.
TBC?
A/N: Okay so writers block is still pretty bad, chapters are going slow and slower. I hope you enjoy this one. and thanks for the reviews.