I ish happy. So far, this is on 7 people's favorite lists, 21 alerts and bunches of reviews. I'm so so so happy.
Anywho, I'm stuck. I was thinking of Hermione having a different name since she is learning about her true self soon. But I don't know if I should, A. Leave her name the same. B. Change it to Emma. C. Change it to Selena. Yes I like names ending in a for some reason. Tell me what you think. If you have another name in mind, lemme know. If I like it enough, maybe that will become her name. I honestly want the fans to be a part of this fic since they are the reason I am writing it.
Disclaimer: This is the worst part of every fic, I do not own Harry Potter.
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Chapter Four: Choices Made
Severus sighed for the hundredth time that night. He couldn't get the look that she gave him out of his head. It caused him more guilt than anything. He never thought that she would cause him this annoying feelings. Well, maybe, maybe not. At this point in time it had been a few hours since the fight that had occurred in the kitchen. He hadn't heard a peep out of her.
Not that long ago, Remus had left to do something or another. Leaving, yet again, Severus with the girl. This time though, she was upstairs away from him. He glanced up at the clock and figured he'd try to get her to eat again. Poppy would kill him if he let Hermione starve. Hell, he'd hurt himself if he did that. If it made any sense.
He sighed.. again. Severus stood up and wanted towards the stairs slowly. He was not looking forward to this fight. He made his way upwards then noticed a piece of paper from a journal or something infront of Hermione's door. He went over to it and curiously picked it up.
As his eyes scanned over the paper, read its contents, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. He looked up at the door and down again at the paper. He couldn't believe it. She was the girl Voldermort had been protecting for so long? The girl that would decide who won and lost the war?
Severus had to know. He knocked on the door politely, "Miss. Granger, I would like to have a word to you about this.. note." He said to her, trying to remain calm still. "Miss. Granger?"
He heard a ruffle of blankets and a stern, "No!"
His lips twitched, trying to hold back a sneer. "Miss. Granger, I suggest you open this door right now!" He couldn't believe it. All he was trying to do was help her and she said No?
Again the same response came from her, "No!" This time with a little more, "I do not wish to answer your questions, see your anger or even pity. I refuse it!" Her voice raised with each other said.
At this, he was utterly and completely annoyed. "Miss. Granger, I will do nothing of the sorts. I have no time for anger nor pity. I just want to ask you're a few things. I'm surprised you aren't complimented that I would want to know anything from you." As soon as those words left his mouth, he regretted them. He damned his anger issues at that moment. They were going to be death of him.
"Get the hell away from my door!" Hermione yelled at him, he could hear that she was crying again and retreating back to her solitude.
Just what he needed on his conscious on top of everything else.
He heard downstairs, Remus returning from his errands. So quickly, before he upset her even more, Severus Snape ran down stairs to get aide from someone he never thought he would. "Wolf, I request your assistance." The look on Remus' face would be priceless if the circumstances would have been different. "Read this." He gave the note to him and watched as he had the same basic reaction.
"Dear Gods…" Remus muttered under his breath. His eyes went back up to Severus, "Have you asked her about it?"
Severus shook his head no, "It was outside her door and she refuses to listen to anyone. I tried, but obviously I had no luck in the matter."
Remus nodded, "I'll go contact the others. They will need to know about this." Before Severus could reply, he was gone. All he could do was go back into the living room and slump back in his chair with yet another sigh. He could tell this was going to be a very, very long day.
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Remus quickly wrote letters to everyone in the Order, including people who could be trusted. Hermione needed her friends to be here for her. He told them all that the reason for the girl's condition from the other say had been found and they needed to report here for a urgent meeting.
He knew Albus was away and there was no way to contact him. So, he would have to wait for the time being. Though, he had a feeling the old man already knew what had happened. Albus always did.
After attaching the letters to a few owls, he went a few off, carrying two or three letters each. Of course at separate times. He didn't want to draw too much attention to the old house well, non-existent house.
After Remus had sent off the letters, he went back to the living room and sat down on the couch Hermione had been sleeping on. All he could do now is wait. Wait for the owls to arrive, wait for the letters to be delivered and more importantly, wait for them to arrive.
Not even half an hour later Ron, Harry, Neville, Ginny, Fred, George, Mr. Weasely, Mrs. Weasely, Mad Eye Moody, Tonks, and Luna were there. All seemed worried and almost afraid to know the outcome. Remus directed them into the dining area where the meeting would be held. Mrs. Weasely tried to escort the younger ones out of the room, but he stopped them. All he said was, "They deserve to hear this."
He watched as Severus entered the room. He had noticed the Potions Master had been active quite protective the witch upstairs lately. He let his eyes rest on him, as if trying to see if he would give away anything. Of course the outcome was nothing.
It seemed that he had noticed since a scowl was on his once neutral face. That pulled Remus out of his thinking world and to the matter at hand. He looked at everyone seated and cleared his throat.
"I know you all are wondering why I called all you here and to way Hermione herself is not here to tell you all her story. She is up in her room at the moment, and refuses to let anyone in." At this Harry and a few others began to rise, but he motioned them to sit back down. After they did so, he continued, "Snape found a note she had written earlier today that explains everything."
All eyes went to Snape. His scowl grew larger, "Just listen to him." He couldn't stand the questioning look in their eyes. He knew what they wanted to know, why he was up there.
After their attention was back on Remus, he held up the note, "I would like to read it to you.." One after another the heads nodded in response, eager to know.
Remus took a deep breath before he began. "I know you are all wondering as to why Professor Snape found me outside, hurt and passed out. I will be blunt in the matter. That day I had found out my parents were Death Eaters-" Several gasps were heard around the room, "and are in fact pureblood. Since summer began, my father had been acting more and more impatient for some reason. It was driving me insane. One night he came home, his shirt ripped and bloody. Being the idiotic fool I was, tried to help him. Instead, he slapped me. Over the course of the next few weeks, he became more violent and mysterious. Leaving at odd times, coming home at even strangers one. Each time, he would be cruel and he would punish me. For no reason at all most times.
The last night I stayed, he came home.. worse I had ever seen him. This look was on his face, I did not like it one bit. I ran to my room and locked it. I threw together my bags and he came in. I thought he was going to pull out a gun as he reached in his pocket. Instead it was a wand. A bloody wand. He told me about he served Voldermort and him being a Death Eater. Tossing my things out the window, he began to use a unforgivable, but I jumped out the window in time. All I could do was run away. I grabbed my things and ran until I reached here.
I know you are shocked, the Know-It-All Granger is the daughter of the people she fights against. It disgusts me of who I am and who my parents are. I keep thinking of all the times we've fought, and if my parents were there. I keep thinking of how many people my parents killed. I can not look at you, without guilt and sorrow filling me. All I ask is to be left alone. I do not want your pity, you're apologies. I don't want any of it.
-Hermione Granger."
Everyone was silent. They all looked at each other, not knowing what to say. After all, what could they say to that. Something they least expected.
"What do we do?" Harry said softly, wanting to comfort his friend no matter what she said.
Remus looked at the boy and sighed, "I don't know. This morning she was acting like nothing happened. Snape and I confronted her. All that we got, well Snape, was a slap across the face and yelling." Ron held back a snicker at that. Several eyes and glared at Ron. He then inched down in his seat.
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Severus looked at each of them, curious as to what they were thinking. After all, there could be many reactions to each. Hermione was right, each of them was pitying her.
He was about to say a remark when his Death Eater mark began to burn. Instead of drawing attention to himself, he quickly left the room and went to Malfoy's mansion. He figured Voldermort would know what was going on. After all, he would know if his subjects betrayed him or failed in this case.
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After Snape had left and the others were discussing what they could do to protect Hermione, Voldermort's loyal spy managed to sneak out of the room. If the others had seen, a large smirk was on his face. "So she is awake and has told the others. Perfect. All according to plan."
He glanced up the stairs and knew if he tried to talk to her she would freak and that would draw unwanted attention to himself. That was something he did not want at all at this point in time. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, his dark mark was burning, but he could not go. All he could do was endure the pain and wait until it stopped.
He was lucky enough to figure out a way to make the dark mark disappear. It was still there, just invisible to others. If they had seen the mark, his role would be done and his life over. This way, they would have no idea of his alliance to the Dark Lord.
A smile crossed his lips as he remembered the promises made to him for betraying the others. His dreams would come true. All he needed to do was pass on information and kill off a few people. It wouldn't be that hard after all. Every single of them trusted him with their life. He struggled not to laugh at the thought of it. "Fools.." He muttered under his breath.
Soon everyone would be out of his way and he would get his revenge and get what he deserved. He earned it. He knew the others would be repulsed and never forgive me, but they didn't understand at all. None of them understood his pain and need.
None expect Voldermort.
With that, he went into the bathroom and locked the door. He then closed his eyes and concentrated. He touched his dark mark and began to mutter his report, knowing it was going straight to his lord's mind.
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Voldermort was sitting, watching as his Death Eaters arrive one by one. He heard his spy with his report, a smirk spreading across his face as he did so. Apparently, the Order had no idea of his betrayal and the girl had no idea of her importance in their little game. But soon she would and soon they would. After all, he planned that in the end that the Order will figure him out and kill him.
A evil laugh erupted from his lips, sending shivers down each and every person in the room..
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Hehehe, now you know that the spy is a He and you have a list of names of who it could be. Good luck figuring it out.
Anywho, I have the next few chapters panned out. I have up to eight planned. I'm not sure how many chapters I'll be going to though. I will tell you that eventually things will get bloody and I'll have to up the rating. Just for future reference. I am planning a lemon in the far future and a few gore scenes. I'm quite psyched. Please people review! You give me the boost I need to continue!