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Chapter 13 : The Journey

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Hermione pulled her sling back up her shoulders and set herself ramrod in front of the door. This is it. This is Mr. Loahns' home and both Ron and Harry are right beside her. They left Grimmauld place about two days ago and went off to the apparition point to his home to find out that he had moved away to Greece. So after getting their information again, the trio set off to Greece and found themselves at his Manors' front door.

"Okay, this is it guys... Mr. Adam Loahns' abode." Hermione said, taking in deep breaths.

"Well, knock on the door then." Harry said.

Hermione braced herself and knocked on the door once...twice...

Ron pushed her aside and began banging on it.

"Ron!!" Hermione hissed.

"What? The man is old. He might not have any good hearing whatsoever." Ron kept on banging the door.

The door suddenly flew opened and an old, scrunched up face popped out. He wore a scowl on his face that even Severus might have thought he had competition with the man too.

"Yes?!" The old man rasped at them. He had white hair, small, beady blue eyes, a little hunched and was wearing dark blue trousers and a long sleeve, buttoned-up shirt.

"Sir... We come to meet Mr. Adam Loahn. My name is Hermione Granger and these are Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter... We come..."

"Wait... Harry Potter? THE Harry Potter?" the man interrupted.

"Yes Sir... That's' me." Harry gloated with a smile.

"Er... Yes. THE Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived..." Hermione added in a whispery growl and roll of eyes, "...Who-Will-Be-Dead-Soon-If-My-Mission-Gets-Stuck-Here-In-Front-Of-This-Door..." She turned and glared at Harry. Harry gulped and regarded the man.

"Sir... we are here in a quest. A search for answers... and we need to speak to Mr. Loahn for it." Harry told the man.

"Ah, what type of Quest?" the man asked.

"If you wouldn't mind much sir, can we discuss this inside with Mr. Loahn? I doubt he wouldn't want to discuss this out here." Hermione suggested.

The man squinted at Hermione before stepping back, letting all three of them to go in. He motion for them to sit down on a sofa and rang a small bell. A few seconds later, a small elf appeared, wearing what seemed to be a large, red spotted handkerchief.

"Master is calling Pin?" the elf said, bowing down.

"Yes, Pin. Get me some drinks and tidbits for these young fellows..." the man sat down on an armchair opposite of the trios. Pin bowed again before popping out.

"So, what was it you wanted to speak about?" he asked.

"You're Mr. Loahn?" Hermione asked.

"Yes... Now get on with it..." Loahn snapped.

Hermione was taken aback, wide eyed before glancing at both Harry and Ron. She turned back to Loahn, took out her notepad and pen and cleared her throat.

"Mr. Loahn, I want to speak to you about the Dark Memory Curse..."

Loahns' facial expression turned dark and he scowled.

"What about it..." he gritted his teeth.

"Sir... I understand you once had been hit with the curse?" Hermione asked

The man remained silent. Hermione frowned and asked again.

"Sir? Did you hear what I said?"

"Of course I heard you..." he growled, "...I don't think you heard what I said before, didn't you?"

"...What?..."

"I told you reporters to never come here. I told you all that I never wanted to hear about the time I was cursed. I told you I never wanted interviews! Now get out of here before I hex all three of you imposters! Go!!"

For an old man like Loahn, he was quite energetic. He jumped up quickly from his chair and out of nowhere, raised up his wand at the three of them. All three stood up and reached for their wand when a pop was heard.

"Master, Pin is brought you some food and drinks..." Pin was carrying a tray filled with cups and foods.

"Don't bother Pin, they are just leaving..." Loahn snarled at the trio.

"Sir, please listen to us... we are not journalists! We really need to find some answers!" Hermione said, her wand pointing at Loahn.

"Liars... all lots of you. I know you all very well... OUT!!" Loahn ended the sentence with a wave of his wand and a vase near Rons' head exploded. Rons' eyes popped out wide and gulped down hard.

"Sir, believe us! We are not journalist!" Hermione shouted.

"Then why do you need to know about the curse, huh? I doubt it's neither for fun nor for the thrill of it!" He snarled again.

"Sir, please... I really need to have more information about the curse... please..." Hermione set her hand down.

"No... Now get out before I do anymore harm on you all. Go!..." He shouted and grabbed all three towards the front door. He pushed them outside and tried to close the door when Hermione pushed it back a little.

"Please Sir, I really have to find answers about the curse and how to uplift it otherwise Severus is going to die Sir, Please!..." Hermione felt her eyes teared up as she pleaded, "... Sir, believe me... I'm not a journalist... A ... friend of mine... He was hit with the curse and now... I just need to know the cure for it otherwise he will suffer...I will suffer... Please sir... Please?"

Adam Loahn just stood there behind the door, half covering his face while he studied the girl standing in front of him. She seemed to be saying the truth and he did feel as if she was suffering the effects of the curse too. He moved aside and let the three of them back in. They motioned to sit on the sofa but he waved his hand at them for attention.

"Not there... follow me..." he said and walked off. The three of them followed behind him as he led them further into his house. He kept on walking until he reached a very dark hallway. He then motioned for them to go through a door on his right as he swung the door open and led them in. They couldn't see much without light and when it did came on; they saw that it was an old library. There were a couple of chairs and a table in the middle. Bookshelves filled with old literatures, big and small, filled the walls around them. The table top was filled with papers, books and a quill on top of a newspaper cutting.

The three of them sat down on the chairs and watched as Mr. Loahn pulled out a book from the shelf and stood in front of them.

"A friend of yours was cursed eh?" He asked. Hermione nodded once.

"What's the name?" he asked, not looking at Hermione but at the pages of the book he was flipping.

"Severus Sylverian Snape..." she paused.

Loahn stopped flipping through the pages and looked up at Hermione, curiously.

"Severus Sylverian Snape? Professor... Severus Sylverian Snape?" he asked.

"Yes Sir..."

"Oh my... What... How did it happen?" Loahn pulled out a chair and sat down on it.

"Lucius Malfoy..." Hermione paused and sighed,"... he cursed Severus a few months back and now Severus just doesn't remember anything about himself... his past, his history. He is starting to recover a little but even then I know what's going to happen if I don't find the cure right now..." Hermione shook her head.

"Hmmm... Severus eh? I thought it was Professor Snape to you young lots." He raised an eyebrow in question. All three shifted in their seats.

"Well... you see Sir..." Ron started.

"Sir, we are a couple..." Hermione said. Mr. Loahn raised both his eyebrows and glanced back and front from Ron and Hermione.

"No Sir... not us. Severus and I are a couple for almost a year now. He was hit with the curse a few months back and I'm really in need of a cure or answers on how to get it and I really.. Really will appreciate it if you tell me about the Dark Memory Curse." Hermione fiddle with her thumbs while looking down on the floor.

Loahn tilted his head sideways before getting up and handed the newspaper clippings to her.

"Have you read these?" he asked. Hermione shook her head and took the papers.

"Read it then. I suppose you know much about the curse?"

"Yes... I read about the 'Dark Magic Arts and You' and also 'Dark Magic around the World' books and there were some info about it." Hermione flipped through the clippings. Mr. Loahn swirled around and looked at her in surprised.

"You have the 'Dark Magic around the World' book?"

"Yes..."

"Where did you get it from?"

"I found it at the Blacks' residence home a few months ago." Mr. Loahn shrugged.

"Hmm... I had to go through about a year before the Cure was found. You are on your way on the right track now, Young Lady." He turned to smirk at her. Hermione beamed at him.

"So, Sir... will you tell me more about the curse?"

"What do you know about it?"

"Well... it says it needs someone of pureblood... pure soul, pure heart and pure mind to lift the curse. I know that it was almost once an Unforgivable spell and that there are consequences..."

Mr. Loahn suddenly interrupts by rounding up on Hermione.

"You know about the consequences about the spell?" Hermione's' eyes went wide and nodded. Mr. Loahn backed up a little and nodded. He went back behind the desk and sat down on it.

"Difficult...Difficult curse... Difficult spell... and a very ... very dangerous consequence indeed." He shook his head while searching the desk for something. He finally stopped whatever it was with a frown on his forehead.

"Pin!!!" He shouted. A pop was sounded soon after.

"Master is wanting of Pin?" the elf bowed down again with his nose touching the ground.

"Where are the papers I had left on this table?" Loahn asked.

"The ones in the brown folder? Madam Loahn has taken it, Sir. She wanted to keep it safely in her rooms."

"Well, then never mind. I'll go get it myself then. You lot stay here and don't go anywhere! Pin! You still have those drinks and tidbits I told you to bring a while ago?"

"Master told Pin doesn't bother. Pin left it at the kitchen, not bothering it." Pin fumbled with his hanky hem.

"Well, get bothering and bring it for them. I'm going to see Alia then."

Pin bowed down and with a pop, he disappeared. Mr. Loahn walked out of the room and went out of sight and sound.

The trio looked at each other and was startled when Pin popped in with their drinks and tidbits. He set it at the nearest coffee table and popped out. Hermione handed their drinks over and began sipping it. It was Ron who broke the silence.

"Is it me... or does that Loahn sound like Snape? I find his sneering almost identical to Snape." Ron shivered in thought.

"Probably the curse affects those who are identical to Snape..." Harry shrugged. Ron guffawed and giggled insanely behind his hands as Hermione glare at Harry. It was about a few minutes later did Mr. Loahn come back with a bulging, brown folder in his left hand. He handed it to Hermione, who took it with small thanks and sat down on the chair.

"I suggest you go home and read those papers... I might have some business to attend to soon. Hope you don't mind..." Loahn said shuffling the papers on his desk again.

"No Sir...we don't mind. Thank you again for your help. I really needed this information on the cure and I thank you once again." Hermione said, standing from her chair and shoving the folder carefully into her sling bag. Ron and Harry stood up and set the chairs aside the wall as well.

"Sure... sure... ⌠Loahn said, not looking at them. The three of them took this as dismissal and walked out of the room. Just as Hermione was about to walk out, Loahn called out to her.

"Miss Granger..." Hermione turned, "... You might want to read more about the consequences. Oh and... It doesn't take a pureblood or whatever pureness crap it says in the book to lift a curse. Anybody... can lift it."

Hermione saw a glint in Loahns' eyes as he said that. Was he giving me a hint? She saw the corner of Loahns lips twist a little and she gave him a full smile.

"Thank you once again, Sir..." Hermione said and walked out.

Loahn sat down on his chair, still looking at the door with a faint frown on his forehead. A few moments later, a pop was heard.

"Master is thinking?" Pin asked. Loahn nodded his head slowly.

"Master is thinking about Little Miss Tee?" Pin asked again. Loahn turned to the little elf. He gestured to the little elf to sit on his table in front of him. The elf did just that, sitting on the edge of the table with his little legs dangling in front of him.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"Pin is not thinking well... Pin think Pin saw Little Miss Tee a few minutes ago... The little woman just now looks a lot like Little Miss Tee..." Pin bowed down his head in shame. Loahn smile at the elf.

"You miss Misty, don't you?" he asked. Pin nodded his head fast for a while and stopped.

"I know what you mean. She does look like Misty..." Loahn said, looking a little sad. The elf saw his Masters' expression and gasped.

"Master is sad? Oh stupid Pin! Bad Pin!! Bad Pin!! Pin makes Master sad! Pin is bad!" He jumped off the table and went on banging his head on the table side and started howling. Loahn rolled his eyes and slammed his fist on the table top.

"Stop that Pin! Go and tend to Madam now!" He roared. He was in a very bad mood at that moment and couldn't care less for anybody else's feelings. Pin sobbed and nodded. With a pop, he was gone again.

Loahn leaned back on his chair and breathe out a loud sigh. He rubs his temples and closed his eyes. Miss Granger really did look like Misty. Her brown hair and matured look was that of his daughter.

His daughter, Misty...

He just hoped that Miss Granger had taken a hint on what really the consequences can be. It was really hard for him and his wife when Misty disappeared. She was the one who had cast the spell and it was right after Loahn recovered did she slowly disappear. Without a trace...

Sigh... He really didn't want Miss Granger to suffer the same fate but he did research about it and mostly it says that the consequences only happens once and never repeat the same consequence again.

He prayed to God or to whoever it is that has power over Fate, to let Miss Granger have a lesser fate than his daughter. He could see that she loved Severus Snape a lot and he hated to see that sparkle in her eyes, when she smile, dull out.

Whatever it is... he really hoped it works.

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