A/N: I know it's taking me a bit long to update. I am currently writing three different stories. It depends on my mood which story I will make an update first.
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Snape stared at Harry. Trying to form the words that he would say. Sounds of laughter and chatter can be heard from the Burrow. It was a hot night. And the wildflowers and tall grass stand still. Harry stared back at him, showing the same confusion like him.
" You went into the Shrieking Shack and found her there? She was gone for two years, and you decided to go in there? Why?" He asked. And Harry felt like he was first year again, on his first class in Potions when Snape asked him questions he do not know how to answer. But this time, he answered with conviction, though he is unsure of what to say.
" I just wanted to reminisce things. By coming back to the place where she disappeared. When I get into the shack.." He trailed off, not knowing how to continue. " When I get there, I saw her sobbing on the same spot where you were sir, when the snake…bit you"
A warm wind brushed their cheeks. And Harry continued." She was sobbing. And then when she saw me, she run towards me and started saying that you died, and that she was too late… I told her she was saying nonsense. And that she was just in time to gave you the potions."
Snape can't believe what Harry just said. " There is something missing on here, I saw her gave me the potions, yes. But then everything went black and she was gone."
" She was gone for two years…" Harry finished.
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Hermione Granger sat still on the bed. Her gaze fixed on the wall. Her hair as bushy as ever. Her skin pale, lacking its color. And her caramel brown eyes no longer hold warmth in them but now of sadness. Her arms are thin, an indication of her poor appetite. There is only one word to describe her condition. Awful. Harry is keeping a good eye on her. And he made sure to visit her almost every day, and on his luck, have not noticed by Ginny yet his unusual quick disappearances. But after a week, he learned to be more careful and just asked Kreacher to look after her.
Hermione glanced at the door when she heard sounds outside. But she sighed and laid her body on the bed thinking that it's just Harry again. She closed her eyes trying to block her thoughts. The door opened and she heard footsteps towards her. She felt Harry sat on the bed.
" Hermione" Harry said softly. Wondering if she is asleep. When she did not respond, he get out of the bed and walked around the room. He stopped. Hermione tries to focus on what he's doing. And then he spoke.
" I guess she's sleeping Professor" Hermione furrowed her brows. " I do not know what to do with her. She's in trauma, I guess. I tried to bring her to St. Mungos but she pleaded not to. She said that everything will be in turmoil…"
Hermione thought at that moment that Harry is losing his mind. Who is he talking to? Professor Dumbledore's ghost? But she was surprised when someone answered.
" Have not it crossed your mind, Potter, that she would be safe if you will just bring her to Hogwarts?" The voice said. And Hermione became more curious. She tried to stay still on the bed, not daring to move even her fingers.
" I have thought of that Professor but I want to ask your opinion first." Harry replied, shooting a glance at Hermione.
Snape walked towards the bed and studied Hermione in front of him. She looks terrible, and he felt a pang of relief and worry seeing her there.
" Poppy will take care of her. And the Headmistress will surely rejoiced about finally finding… Granger"
Hermione heard the voice louder this time. It sounds terribly familiar.
" I think we should wait for het to wake up Professor, and tell her about the plan" Harry said.
" There is no need for that. Your friend is wide awake."
Hermione opened her eyes in frustration and annoyance and her eyes saw the face of the Potions Master leaning towards her. Her caramel brown eyes widened. Her breath caught in her throat.