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As Hermione calmly walked down the steps from the Gryffindor common room to breakfast, she looked normal. Of the last few weeks no one could see all the emotional turmoil she was going through at this moment, no one wanted to.

Making her way to the portrait of the fat lady, she was caught off guard when it swung open and on the other side stood her head of house.

"Hermione, just the student I was looking for. This way if you please," she commanded curtly and turned not waiting for a response. She then proceeded quickly towards her office with Hermione trailing quickly after her in confusion.

Once they entered the deputy headmistress's office she motioned for Hermione to take a chair.

"Would you like some tea Hermione?"

Hermione shook her head no, and waited patiently as her McGonagall poured herself a cup and reveal the reason for the meeting.

"The Headmaster has asked me to inform you of your meeting with Professor Snape tonight after dinner." Professor McGonagall said searching Hermione's face for a sign emotional turmoil. But all she saw was slight confusion.

"You do remember Professor Dumbledore asking you if you would mind meeting with Professor Snape, in that the hopes that you will be able to set the record straight and recover your memories. About that night, I mean, so you will be able to over come it and move on."

Hermione wasn't listening to her head of house she was trying hard to recall what the Headmaster had asked her yesterday at the end of the meeting.

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"Now, Miss Granger, Professor Snape has voluntarily offered to help you regain your memories, and hopefully put those nights events in your past. Are you willing to except his help?" asked the Headmaster in a firm and serious tone.

She gave the Headmaster a solemn nod in place of her answer.

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"Umm Professor what time tonight did Professor Snape want me to meet him... and where?" Hermione asked, schooling herself not to panic and praying that she would stay clam as best she could. Against her will, her fears were starting to build up; at least what she thought was fear, and she started to feel nauseous.

"Professor Snape requested to see you after dinner in his classroom," replied the somewhat shell shocked Professor. She had imagined she would get some kind of emotion or reaction, not this dull echo of a voice.

"Well, then that is all for now. You are dismissed. You may head to breakfast now," said the Professor with a small sad smile. Shaking her head silently as she watched her 'daughter' figure walk away with heavy shoulder.

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"Hermione why aren't you eating?" Asked Ron with a mouthful of eggs.

Truthfully the smell and look of all the food was making her sick, plus the added fear of tonight did nothing for her appetite.

"I'm not hungry at the moment I'll get something from the kitchen later," and with that she was off to the bathrooms, the nauseous feeling intensifying.

As she dashed from the Great Hall, Ron and Harry were watching her flea, gaped like fish.

"S...Sh.She talked," stuttered Ron, a glint of hope in his eyes.

"Yea she did. I wonder why?" Harry mused out loud.

"Who cares why, I don't I'm just happy she talked," stated Ron going right back to his breakfast. "I was almost afraid she forgot how," he said with a small smile harry nodded in agreement just as there respective girlfriends joined them at the table.

The rest of the school day passed in a rush for Hermione, slipping in and out of dazes all day. Daydreams were not as harsh as facing reality of her life.

The teachers didn't questioned her, they left her alone to her private solitude, as she waited for, what was possibly, the most dreaded meeting of her life.

Dinner arrived at the same time like every night, yet for Hermione it came all too soon. The meeting with potential doom was to close for comfort, and she didn't want to think about what awaited her in the Snake pit.

"So Hermione how were your classes?" asked Ron.

Hermione gave him a look, and right away he new she wouldn't answer verbally. Hermione gave him a half-hearted so-so shrug and continued trying to eat. A shadow overhead brought her attention to the present and she looked up.

"Miss Granger, a moment of your time please," requested the aging Headmaster.

Hermione nodded in response, pushed her plate away and followed the Headmaster through the halls and into his office. Upon entering he motioned for her to sit; she did as was offered, and lowered herself tentatively into the large red love seat.

"Miss Granger, Hermione, I have some sad news for you today," the Headmaster stated holding an envelop in hand. "There was an attack last night on a muggle town," the Headmaster sighed deeply and continued, "Your parents were among the casualties," he continued quietly, looking solemn, "I'm sorry."

Hermione was in shock. Her parents, the only people she had left, were dead. Holding back tears she swiftly took the envelope from the ministry that the Headmaster had been handing to her and took off down the stairs. She started to run and then she just couldn't stop she ran, and ran. Never crying just running. As if to distance herself from the final blow of her life.

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When she finally tired herself out she headed back to the Gryffindor common room, where Harry and Ron were waiting for her. As she entered they rose from the couch, their words in jumbles.

"Are you okay?"

"Where have you been?"

"Professor Dumbledore told us!"

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"We're really sorry."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Do you need anything?"

All out of breath, they paused and stared at her as if they had never before seen her. They went to hug her but she ran out the common room and in to the halls, flinch be damned.

As she left, Harry and Ron stood again staring at her back as she fled.

"Umm so...Yea" Ron started confusion filling his voice

"Yeah, lets go to bed." Harry finished not sure what was to be done.

"Lets," Ron agreed and the turned and walked up to the boys dormitories.

Hermione's run slowed to a jog and then to a walk, and when she finally took in her surroundings she was in the dungeon and standing in front of her potions classroom. Defeated and tired, she sunk to the ground mentally going over the day's events, when she suddenly realized that she never went to the meeting with Professor Snape and just as that thought came to mind footsteps could be heard heading her way.

Drained of energy, she shrunk as far as she could into the shadows of the dimly lit hall, which wasn't very much, in hopes that who ever was walking would miss her huddled in the corner, but they didn't.

"Miss Granger?" asked the silky voice of Professor Snape. Hermione looked up and nodded.

"What are you doing in the dungeons at this time? I should deduct points," as soon as he said that Hermione just broke down and sobbed. The potions master was taken back and stepped away from her as though she had a disease.

"Miss Granger, please come with me," said Professor Snape, but Hermione didn't move. This was the last thing he needed right now. He was never good with comforting people, and attempting to would drain the rest of what little energy he had left. Professor Snape sighed in annoyance and bent down to pick her up. To his shock she didn't flinch away from him, and instead snuggled in to him as she sobbed. Could his life get any more strange or stressed? He didn't thinking so.

He thought about carrying her to his private quarters, but shot that idea down as soon as it surfaced. Take an underage student that doesn't remember how you ruined her life into your private chambers. Great idea he thought to himself sarcastically.

Not wanting to complicate his night any further he carried her to the hospital wing, dumping her on the closest bed none to gently she woke instantly. Poppy came out right away. Severus went up to her and spoke in whispered tones, explaining what occurred while he was with her.

Then he headed to Dumbledore's office.

"Yes, Severus what is it?" The headmaster asked as Severus entered his office.

"Miss Granger seems to have found her way to the dungeons, in front of my classroom doors to be exact. She was very distressed." He spoke quietly "she never appeared for our meeting so imagine my surprise to find her barely conscious out side my class room.

"Hmmm" was all that could be heard from the Headmaster's side.

"Where is she now?" asked the Headmaster.

"She tired herself out while disturbing the peace of my dungeons with her sobbing, and is currently in the hospital ward being treated by Poppy," stated the potions master devoid of all emotions, except a hint of disdain.

"Well, I suggest we leave her there until morning and then we go down to inquire after her health and schedule another time to have you and her talk," stated the Headmaster with a touch of amusement.

"As you wish Albus" added Snape, slightly out of humor at the thought of that know-it-all witch taking up his mind "Good night," he added sarcastically, knowing it would mostly likely not be.

"Wait Severus you should no Miss. Granger lost her parents the night before to a Death Eater attack. Which I should have informed you of soon. I suspect that is the reason she missed your meeting, not out of spite." Said the headmaster watching his reaction closely.

Severus gave a very curt nod, jaw tight, and fist clenched. He rose swiftly and silently and was out the door in seconds.

"Good night Severus," he said as he watched the potion master walk away, he was in for another long night.

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