Ullo! I was quicker than I expected! Last chapter had the most amount of reviews I've ever had for one chapter! It encouraged me to write more, i know it sounds silly but i was never really sure that people liked the story but the people who reviewed helped show that a few people did. Even if i can make a few people like my story, that's good enough for me..

In case you haven't noticed, i don't have a beta. I do try but my English is terrible (even though i'm born and raised in the UK) so i do apologise if its not the best.

once again, its not mine.

Severus liked to believe he was a patient man.

This might make many of his acquaintances laugh at the ridiculousness of that statement but he knew he was patient. He wouldn't be a good spy if he wasn't persistent; it could take a long time to get a piece of information that could be a vital for the Order. He was constantly watching and listening, always remaining patient and knowing sometimes slow and steady will win the race. It had taken him over twenty years to get to his place in the inner circle. If he wasn't patient, he wouldn't have waited in the wings to get where he was.

Many believe that his short temper with students was a sign of his intolerance and definitely a lack of patience. They often said that if he was a more patient man, the children would learn more, causing him less reason to shout and cause fear.

If he was one to use profanities, many of those people would leave with ringing in their ears and an improved vocabulary. He was impatient with students because they knew what they were doing, he knew they understood the instructions but they allowed themselves to be distracted by hormones, petty arguments and gossip. Students didn't realise how dangerous potions was, they just believed they would be okay and that the greasy git would save them if need be. That may true, he might daydream of allowing their potions to explode but he knew he would never allow them to come to harm.

However, at this moment in time, he was not patient. He was confused, frustrated, scared and truly, truly terrified. He was pacing in his office, waiting for word to get back to him of the students safety. Of Hermione's safety. He had received word from Filius that 6 students had left the school and it didn't take two guesses to work out who they were. When Severus had questioned the harried Filius of how he knew this, it seemed that because Albus, Minerva and Umbridge were out of action, the school had seen the part goblin as the head of school. No wonder the demure man was so stressed, it was down to him to figure out where the six students had gone.

Severus knew who had left, he only hoped they were safe. But all he could do now was pace in his office, hoping for an update soon.

It all happened at once, he had been pacing for about an hour, trying to release his pent up energy instead of rushing to the Ministry to grab Hermione and bring her back to Hogwarts. His current line of thinking was he would shout his grievances at her and then not allow her out of his sight until she was 30. That way she couldn't pull another trick like this.

His thoughts came to a halt and he looked fearfully down at his wrist.

His bracelet was burning.

If he was fearful before, he was now petrified. He turned quickly on his heel towards the floo, determined to go to the Ministry to bring back his daughter when the flames turned green, spitting out two red headed gentlemen.

"Good day Mr Weasleys…Somewhere to be." Severus said, pushing by, not expecting any resistance. He didn't know why they were in his office but his bracelet was burning, Hermione was in danger and he would save her. He wouldn't lose her so soon after getting her back in his life once more.

"I'm sorry Professor." Replied one of the voices behind him, sounding more sorrowful than Severus was expecting. A hand gripped his shoulder and before he could blink, ropes wrapped around him, pulling his arms to his side and his legs snapped together. He wriggled against the binds, trying to escape the ropes that were tightly around him, hoping for a weakness. He tried his wandless magic to get the ropes to loosen but nothing would work.

"RELEASE ME!" bellowed Severus, glaring at the two Weasley twins who were stood in front of him, not looking proud as he expected. "Now is not the time for a prank. I need to get to the Ministry. Hermione is danger, so I can only assume her friends are too."

Severus panted, fear and adrenaline surged through his veins, he desperately wanted to get out of here. His glare, aimed at one of the twins, caused the red head to recoil and visibly step back. Normally this would cause Severus to feel a little bit smug but at this present moment in time all he wanted to do was rip a limb off the bloke.

"I'm sorry Professor. Dumbledore told us that we couldn't let you to go to the Ministry. He said it was for your own good and that he would take care of it." Fred Weasley said from beside George, both looking towards the man who was growling in anger, fighting against his bindings.

"Hermione might die there, are you telling me you won't let me go get her?" Hissed Severus, maniacally pulling upon the ropes, furiously going through wandless incantations in his head.

"She will be alright Professor, she is a smart witch." Smiled George, hoping to calm down the tower of rage across from them.

"How do you know you absolute twit. All I can feel is this bracelet burning, she needs help." Growled Severus, returning to glaring once more.

"All will be alright Professor…" Fred said with a smile.

"…The Order will help them out." George said finishing off the sentence.

George and Fred both leaned against the office wall, trying to avoid the pair of black eyes burning into them. He hadn't moved from the spot where they had bound him in ropes, even though they had offered to move him to sit behind his desk. Severus just kept stared at the pair of them, not speaking, just staring.

"Is he still staring Fred?" George said in a whisper, desperately trying to study the nearest jar containing eyeballs.

"Yep. I'm surprised we haven't gone up in flames." Fred replied with a roll of his eyes.

"That is definitely what I would call an evil glare." Muttered George in reply.

They both paused in conversation and looked up after hearing a change in the professor's demeanour. His breathing became shallower, his head fell forward causing his hair to conceal his face but not before they saw his face become pale and clammy.

"Professor? Are you okay?" asked one of twins, Severus believed it to be Fred, "You don't look too good."

"It's stopped. It shouldn't just stop. Oh Merlin, Oh merlin…" Whispered Severus, frantically trying to remove the ropes once more, twisting his shoulders and trying to remove his arms from his side.

"Professor? Surely it's a good sign that the bracelet has stopped burning? It means she's now safe."

He started to shake his head wildly, lifting his head to meet their eyes. The two boys almost staggered at the pain in his eyes. "The bracelet burns until the two of us meet, the necklace and bracelet won't consider her safe until I'm by her side. Its stops burning when we meet. It only stops when…"

"Oh god…" whispered George.

"SEVERUS! YOU NEED TO GET THE INFIRMARY IMMEDIATELY!" Shouted the disembodied voice of Madam Pomfrey from the floo.

Severus turned his head towards the twins, waiting for the release and he didn't have to wait long as they both clicked their fingers and the ropes disappeared. Severus shook his limbs out to regain feeling before running towards the floo, he turned his head while grabbing a pinch of powder and hissed, "I will not forget this boys." And then stepped through the fireplace.

George and Fred looked momentarily shell shocked before turning to one another, "we need to get the hospital wing" They said in unison before leaving the room once again through the floo.

Severus looked towards the school nurse who was running around a bed, singing incantations and spells, trying desperately to get the body and mind back together. He noticed Longbottom stood at the side of the ward, blood covering his hands and thighs but it didn't seem to be from any injuries of his own. Dead. Dead. Dead.

His eyes were trained upon Hermione, she looked so small in bed. Her eyes were closed but her hair seemed to have a life of its own as it bushed outwards, covering her pillow. He thought he may have heard the sound of the floo activating behind him though he didn't turn to see. Dead. Dead. Dead.

She was dead. His daughter was dead. Oh god. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears, deafening him against the surrounding noise. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.

"Severus! Snap out of it. We might be able to save her, you snitch her back together and I will bring her back and infuse more blood. Come on!" Poppy said with a no nonsense tone, pushing him towards the bed.

He pulled out his wand and began to sing. Never before had he felt such desperation, such need for his spell to work. He pushed all his love, affection and hope down towards his heart, his soul, hoping it might help with her healing. It had to work, he couldn't imagine his life without her in it.

He watched as her skin slowly stitched back together, leaving a thin scar behind, showing the full length of her injury. It stretched from the top of her rib cage, continuing down her chest before stopping beside her belly button. He recognised it as one of his own spells, he didn't think his pain could increase but now…He was in agony. His own spell might cause Hermione to die, he closed his eyes against the feeling before looking towards Poppy, his eyes asking what he couldn't say.

"Her heart is getting stronger and there is brain activity. Her magic levels are low and her life signs are erratic. I don't know if she will survive the next 24 hours Severus but we will keep an eye on her." Poppy said squeezing his shoulder, causing a crash of relief to flow through him. She was alive, he had that at least. She might not be out the woods but at least she was alive.

He breathed in deeply, surprised at how uneven it sounded before turning to Longbottom. He was surprised the boy didn't step back but it might have been due to needing to know if Hermione was alright. "Who did this?"

Neville looked him in the eye, surprising in itself seeing as the boy normally quaked and shook in his presence. It seems that seeing his friend almost die had caused the boy to grow up. "Sirius Black sir." Neville said quietly but with confidence, he still couldn't believe what he had witnessed but he needed the professor to know. "I'm not entirely sure he was sane near the end sir."

"I'm going to kill him. Rip his head from his shoulders, he won't survive to hurt her again." Hissed Severus, his eyes showing his violence and upset.

"I would have been your alibi sir." Causing Severus to look at him in shock, "but you're too late sir. Sirius was killed by Bellatrix Lestrange just after he hurt Hermione. She Avada'd him and he went through the Veil."

"For goodness sake! He manages to die a hero's death and avoid his punishment of his crimes." He turned to look at Hermione who still looked clammy and pale. "Thank you Mr Longbottom for bringing her back."

Neville nodded and smiled slightly at the unconscious girl, "She was worrying over me because of my small cut before it happened. She has to come back just so she can mother everyone." He said with a small smile, a sparkle in his eye that caused Severus to sigh quietly.

It seems that if Hermione managed to pull through, she would have a new admirer. He wasn't sure if he could deal with the hormonal crushes stage.

"Where are your Friends Mr Longbottom?" Severus asked when the quiet had gone on too long, causing him to realise just how quiet it was.

"I think Harry, Ron, Luna and Ginny are in the main infirmary. Luckily, Madam Pomfrey put Hermione in a side ward though it does seem as big as the main area. I think George and Fred were pushed out the room when she realised they were stood there." Neville said with a small, though not genuine laugh.

"Was anyone else injured?" Severus said, only being polite and so he could answer any of Hermione's questions when she woke. She was going to wake up, no matter what Poppy said.

"No one else as serious, I think Ron had his wrist broken and Ginny and Luna have a few cuts and grazes but nothing life threatening. I think Harry was heartbroken when we arrived due to Sirius but I can't make myself get upset over the death" Neville replied, unable to take his eyes off Hermione, she looked almost peaceful as though she was sleeping.

Severus and Neville both sat either side of her bed and waited, no more questions needed to be answered, they only needed for the girl to wake up.

They knew she would wake up because they couldn't imagine a world without her in it.

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