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-boots
Severus Snape sat in an overstuffed green chair, strumming his long fingers together in contemplation. His dungeon was frigid and while he had grown quite used to it, there were those occasional nights where it was almost impossible to endure without a fire, an extra blanket and some hot tea. His eyes wandered around the dismal little room for a moment. It was a bare room, very simply furnished with a few chairs, a desk, and four very tall bookcases along the wall. His bedroom, in comparison, was quite lavish with a large four poster bed, stately fireplace, heavy velvet green curtains and exquisitely carved furnishings…but he never spent much time in the bedroom. More often than not he would fall asleep in his chair or at his desk. Sometimes he wouldn't come home at all, preferring to work in his lab and eventually wake up in a heap on the floor the next morning. But such was the life of a lonely bachelor whose only muse was his work.
Severus rubbed his temples and stared into the fire. His blood was still boiling at the thought of a certain "know-it-all" student rifling through his storage room and just taking what she wanted. However, what really bothered him was the fact that he could not for the life of him figure out what she had needed such specific potions for. What possible task could require Veritaserum, blood replenishing potion and memory potions?
What was this little girl playing at? Had it been any other student, he would have demanded the potions be returned immediately, but Hermione Granger had something that no other student at Hogwarts, not even Draco Malfoy, had …Professor Snape's respect. He had allowed her to steal what she needed for the now seven years that she had been there, as had always been able to stay a step ahead of her. It was easy for Severus, being the brilliant potions master that he was, to look at what was missing and anticipate the outcome…this time he was at a loss and it made him crazy.
Albus Dumbledore sat with Minerva McGonagall in his study sipping cocoa.
"Do you think she suspects anything?" Minerva gazed at him over the rim of her cup.
"I think she is confused…as she should be. I have contacted her parents by owl. As of yet, there has been no reply". The old wizard stroked his beard.
"She's asking questions already, Albus" she quipped.
"Naturally. Miss Granger is a very intelligent and sensible young witch…but she does have the tenacity of her mother when she gets something in her head." He smiled warmly, remembering the Slytherin witch in question.
"She asked me if I knew what house her mother was in…Albus- it caught me so off guard I almost said 'yes'! It's only a matter of time before she comes to you"
"Yes. And I am prepared to tell her what I can…though it will most likely be someone closer to… the family that will have to fill in the missing pieces." Dumbledore sipped his cocoa and closed his eyes in consideration of the events that were about to unfold.
In her own room, Hermione sat on the edge of her bed, brushing her hair in similar contemplation. Tomorrow was Saturday and she still wasn't sure whether she would be heading to Gringott's or not. And then, of course, there was her late evening detention with Professor Snape to complicate things further. He had never approached her before about missing potions and she knew very well that this was not the first time she had raided his stores. Why now? Crookshanks jumped onto her bed and let out a short winded "miew" as if to say "lights out!"
"Yes…I suppose you're right…It can wait till morning. Goodnight Crookshanks" she yawned.
And with a flick of her wand and her head to the pillow, both she and the lights were out.