A/n: Surprise treat for my readers! lots of love! xoxo

Hermione awoke with a start, blinking a few times before shaking her head from the disturbing dream.

'Just a silly dream.' She mused.

She stretched, allowing a content sigh to escape her lips before she sat up in her childhood bed. The drapes of the large French doors across the room from her, were drawn wide open, the darkness of a coming storm rolling in, loomed like a scene from a movie. Sliding up towards the headboard, Hermione propped herself against it as she watched the strands of lightning light up the sky, thunder grumbling in the distance. Her hand reached to the side, lazily searching for the fur of her familiar, only for her fingers to dip into something warm and wet she looked down in confusion.

Blood.

There were fresh stains of blood pooling in the sheets next to her. Shocked she jumped up, only to stumble into her work desk from the bed sheets that seemed to shackle her to the small bed. Her hands grasped the edge of the smooth wood, blood smearing everywhere at once, as she began to regain her footing.

"Crooks! Crooksie!" She called out, fear creeping into her voice. When her familiar did not appear she began to grow agitated, stumbling out of the rest of the twisted sheets, she reached for the handle of the door, calling worriedly for her parents.

"Mum!? Dad!? Help!"

She flung the door open, trying desperately to keep the tears from spilling as she ran into the hall. Panic vibrated through her as she saw hand smears of blood on the walls leading down towards the stairwell. She caught sight of small droplets upon the stairs and this caused a look of anguish and agony to form upon her face. She followed the red liquid down, leading her through the living room on towards the kitchen, the droplets growing larger with each advancement forward. Upon entrance to the kitchen, the once white modern clean and pristine room that her mother hailed her territory was covered with splashes of blood that streaked the walls, counters and cabinets. Large rivers of blood streaked the grey tiled floor as if something was dragged across them and that was when she saw the bodies. Her mother's body laid unnaturally still, eyes opened, staring blankly up. Her throat was slit open and her insides seemed to be spilling out of the large open wound in her stomach. Next to her mother lay her father, his chest moving up and down at a deathly slow rate and Hermione immediately went to his side.

"Dad!" She screamed, tears blurring her vision, but she did not miss the fear that filled his eyes as he tried to move away but failed. Hermione tried to see where he was injured, but the amount of blood all over his person proved to be difficult as he was covered head to toe in the red liquid.

"Who did this!?" She could see his lips moving and moved her ear closer to hear what he was saying.

"y-you." He whispered loud enough at last. Hermione scrunched her eyes in confusion. "w-why-did-this?" he managed again. Her head whipped up in astonishment.

"Dad! I didn't do this!" But his eyes were not looking at her but to the side of her. She followed his line of vision and saw a large kitchen knife held next to her face by her very own hand. It was as if she was not in her body, something was controlling her movements and she felt the assault of memories play back behind her eyes.

It was dark, her mother was in the kitchen she had turned around to look at Hermione, who suddenly grabbed a knife and effortlessly sliced it across her mother's neck. Blood gushed out all around, drenching Hermione's face as the girl began to slash anywhere and everywhere across the older woman's body. Hermione laughed like a crazed lunatic, as she slid to the ground with her mother's lifeless body, jamming the knife into her stomach as she began to slice a whole into the woman. Moment flash by before she witnessed herself struggling against her father who had gone to bed early that night. She had managed to stab him in the crook of his shoulder and neck before he woke up and tried to get away from her. She followed the severally injured man as he struggled down towards the kitchen. The next thing she knew, Hermione stabbed him multiple times before he even reach his destination, not caring when he fell to the floor motionless, if he was dead or not.

Hermione screamed murder as she dropped the knife in her hand, grasping the hair at her skull and began to pull uncontrollably. Her eyes shut tight from the images replaying in her mind until she was jerked and propelled forward, crashing to the floor. When she opened her eyes it seemed as if the scene changed, she was in an unknown place and though it took moments for her eyes to focus on the looming dark figure before her. Hermione's screams did not stop until another figure bustled in forcing something down the screaming woman's throat.

"What have you done!?" Poppy boomed at Severus.

"She was thrashing about in her dreams and then she started to pull chunks of hair from that thick skull of hers. She wouldn't wake." He rebuked defensively.

"So you felt it prudent to throw her off her cot?" Poppy stared the man down, daring him to respond. Her attention turned towards Hermione, who they both noticed had wrapped her arms around her bony legs and began to rock back and forth.

Severus gasped as images of his past seemed to shuffle through his mind, but he forcefully shut them down quickly. Though they were completely different, the woman before him brought him back to his summer before 5th year. His mother rocking herself back and forth, not caring that the shards of broken glass that littered the dirt floor, seemed to embed themselves further into her taunt skin.

"Why didn't I see it before?" He mumbled to no one in particular. Poppy, only half listening as she tried to convince Hermione to return to her bed, replied, "See what?"

"I must go, inform me when she is finally coherent enough to perform basic motor skills." With that he turn on his heel, his robes throwing themselves out behind him as they billowed with his hasty retreat.

"Leave it to you to have be snide in a situation such as this." But Severus did not hear the comment and Poppy did not care.

Within moment's Severus was in his quarters, pulling leather bound books from a hidden compartment off the side of his bookshelf. He flipped through the different jeweled colored books until he found an emerald green one at the bottom of the pile. Opening the front cover gently, he was almost plagued by old feelings he once thought hidden away as the familiar words look up at him, burning his ever growing memory.

Private Journal of The Half-Blooded Prince.

Flipping furiously through the pages until he landed on the exact one he was looking for.

July 18, 1975

A/N: Eh? sorry for the sudden cut off, but how about these turn of events? I really wanted it to be a personal tie for Severus. Leave a review and some love so i know you are readying as well as any questions or concerns!

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