AN: hope you like the story so far, here's the next chapter.
Ch 3: The Benefits of an Incompetent Law Enforcement
The Auror was disguised, rather poorly, with his hat resting on the wrong part of his head, his badge upside-down, and his gun stuck through his holster the wrong way, as a Muggle police man. "Er… Hello 'Mam, there's been sighting of a criminal, a murderer nearby, wearing a dark cloak and a mask, most likely heavily wounded and unable to move well. You seen him?"
"Oh! A murderer! N-n-no. Oh my! No I haven't seen him. A cloak and mask, you say, you mean he's dressed like a kid on Halloween? Why, what is he, a looney bin escapee? Oh dear, how scary," she winced, praying that Snape couldn't hear her rather toneless imitation of the scared old muggle woman. If he could hear, She was sure he wouldn't miss the opportunity to mock her for her poor acting later. But apparently her less than lackluster acting abilities were enough for this auror who seemed rather dull (how had he gotten the grades to be an Auror?!).
"errr yes, very scary indeed 'Mam, but don't worry we're hot on his trail. You wouldn't mind me looking through your home though, would you? He's a rather trickey one, he is, and he might have snuck in."
"Yes, yes, I suppose you can check, but I don't think he's here. Just don't touch anything, mind you."
"Yes of course Mam, just a precaution, that's all," he said hurriedly. Hermione smiled internally at her success at playing the irritable woman (she had Professor McGonagall to thank for inspiration.)
The Auror walked around her house quickly, throwing bewildered looks at all the Muggle appliances. He walked into her room. Her heart skipped a beat. She searched the room quickly for any signs of a problem and realized with horror that the book she had been reading before Snape's arrival, Standard Book of Spells Grade 6, was lying face down on the floor. Her hand inched towards where her wand was concealed in her sleeve. If the Auror showed any sign of seeing the book, she would stupefy him. The Auror's eyes made their way slowly over the book. Hermione held her breath. She let it all out in one large sigh of relief when his eyes continued their roving journey around her room. He really was dull, he must be so accustomed to such books that he didn't even realize that they were out of place in a Muggle household.
The Auror left, as Hermione silently thanked God that the particular Auror who was assigned to check her house had been so dull. She removed the spells that cloaked her room, restoring it to its previous state. She slid open her newly revealed closet door only to find Professor Snape slumped down where she had left him, unconscious. She cast a few more spells to close up his remaining wounds and clean his robes. She then transported Snape to the guest bedroom where she dropped him down onto the bed. Leaving a few of her father's old shirts and pants for him to wear when he awoke, she shut the door and left him in the room.
She then set to work scrubbing at the blood stains on her floor. After a few hours of hard work and a few bottles of Mrs. Skower's all purpose mess remover, she slumped down onto her own bed and fell asleep without even pausing to take off her own clothes.
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