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To all those wondering what happened to me, I apologize once again for my long absence. Summer is almost upon us and I plan to continue my stories once again. Enjoy the latest of The Siren Returns

DarkJestyr

The Siren Returns

Chapter 3:

...Shit!...

Breathing heavily, the younger witch held her wand pointed at the motionless body on her bed. Looking down at the intruder, Hermione noticed something was odd. Usually when casting the full body-bind curse on someone, their arms and legs snap together at the sides. This was the first time she had seen anyone remain in the position they were in before being hit by the spell.

The woman still had her arms under her head, one leg still crossed over the other knee in what looked like a mid bounce. It made the woman look as if she were petrified. The thought gave Hermione chills remembering her own time being turned to stone.

Making sure that her spell had taken affect she turned to watch as Hedwig darted around the room, screaming her head off. 'What the hell is Hedwig doing here?' Hermione thought to herself as the white owl in question alighted to the ceiling fan above her head. Only then did she notice the note on the floor. Picking it up, she noticed it was the handwriting of her former teacher, Remus Lupin.

Hermione,

Come to Grimmauld as soon as you

are able. We have some things to discuss.

R. Lupin

Sighing, Hermione looked over at her "guest" on the bed. Her eyes shot wide as she noticed for the first time that the frozen body on her bed was completely starkers! Leave it to her to look passed something like that to try and figure out a magical oddity. Why was she naked in the first place? What was going on?

Blushing, Hermione looked around her for anything she could use to cover up the woman in her bed. Seeing her cloak over the back of her chair, Hermione quickly snatched it and went to wrap the woman in it. Unfortunately this wasn't easy considering the position she was in.

"I guess I'll have to tie it to her somehow," Hermione said to herself, tapping her wand, thinking on what to do with her unexpected captive. "I guess I have no choice do I? I'll have to bring you with me."

'What the hell,' Moira thought, 'I can't believe I forgot to change back into a cat. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...'

Hermione had come home earlier than she had expected, kicking the door open and putting her in a full body bind. How embarrassing for someone of her experience…then again, the little witches reflexes were impressive, Moira hadn't even heard her until the last moment.

Now, though, was not the time for being impressed for she was being floated out the door towards the car in nothing but a blindfold and a cloak wrapped closed by bindings and bandages the girl had summoned just moments before.

She noticed that she was a clever one too. Not many witches or wizards knew how to drive muggle cars, most never wanted to. Even muggle born witches and wizards.

As the car started moving down the street, Moira experimented with her foot. Curses like this one always seemed to work differently for her than it did with others. Her current position was proof of that. Focusing closely on her foot, she tried to will it to move.

Slowly, and only in the tiniest of movements, Moira felt the bones begin to creak against the force of the spell. Inwardly, she sighed. 'This is going to be very long night.'

Severus Snape stared intently into the fire as he sat at the table, attempting to ignore the current annoyance that was a painting of an otter flipping, splashing, throwing pieces of fish and shell against the inside of the canvas as if trying to get his attention. It had been going on like this for more than twenty minutes. He gave the little annoyance in the painting one of his darkest glares, causing it to squeak in alarm and disappear into its pool.

Thinking he had finally achieved some form of peace, he was proven wrong as the local werewolf walked into the kitchen.

"You know Severus," Remus began, setting down a stack of papers with a grunt, "It wouldn't hurt to ask him to stop rather than scaring it into submission all the time."

"Well Remus, I wouldn't have to frighten it if it would just drown itself already now would I?"

"You know, it may be trying to tell you something."

At that moment, the otter raised its head from the water and squeaked in agreement. Earning another glare from the potions master, it dove back out of sight.

"Alright, I need to go speak with Arthur about something. I'm sure you'll be alright here without destroying the painting, right?"

"Remus," Snape growled, "do I look prepubescent to you?"

Lupin only laughed in response, disappearing into thin air with a loud crack. Snape turned back towards the fireplace, losing himself in thought as he watched the flames dance. A hint of a smile appeared on his lips. They reminded him of her…

A commotion in the front room broke Snape from his thoughts. What in Merlin's bloody sac is going on out there! Furious, he got up from the table to investigate.

"What are you doing Miss Granger?"

Hermione jumped at the sound of her potion master's voice directly behind her, causing her to drop the cloaked burden to the floor. Cursing under her breath, and deliberately ignoring her professor, she repeated her spell to levitate her frozen captive.

"Have I found a question the highly intelligent Miss Granger cannot answer?" She couldn't mistake the annoyance in his voice as he goaded her. She finished levitating the woman to the dust-covered couch and turned to face Snape.

"I found someone in my house tonight." Hermione told him while blowing a strand away from her face, "I think she could be one of You-Know-Who's followers."

"Is that so?" This was apparently news to the professor.

"She's in the cloak. I had gotten Professor Lupin's message and brought her with me." She watched as Snape started to walk over to the bound woman on the couch when a thought crossed her mind. She watched to hopefully see how her always cool and collected professor Snape would react to the little surprise underneath the cloak.

One of the Dark Lord's follower's? In Granger's house no less? He hadn't heard of any attack on the muggle born. Not to mention that she had said follower instead of Death Eater. Granger was not one to miss details, especially in a serious situation.

He was no longer listening to the girl but was trying to glean anything from the bound captive's mind through his leniency. Curious, he thought to himself, I can't get anything…Either this person was an empty shell, incredibly simple which was more likely, or incredibly guarded.

With that he strode over to the body on the couch and with a flick of his wand, shredded the cloak to rags revealing a very familiar, very nude woman. Severus could feel the heat rise to his face as he struggled to regain his ability to think again.

At that moment both the master and the captive had the very same thought.

...Shit!...