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*Hermione's POV*

Right now, I sit in the Great Hall with Harry and Ron. They are casual and act like yesterday never happened, but I know them and yesterday 's all they are thinking about. That's not something I can worry about right now. I need to finish my research. I stand and tell the two guys that I'm going to the library again. They give me a look that is curious on whether or not they should follow me. I turn and walk away, but before I leave something tells me to look up at the high table. I listen to this urge and see professor Snape, looking at me. The entire time, his eyes were burning a hole in my back. I smile at him unknowingly and his eyes widen.

With that, I leave the Great Hall. Madam Pince is in the library shushing a pair of Slytherin. She sees me and walks over with a greeting. I smile and ask her, "Do you have any books about deatheaters?"

Her eyebrows burrow a little, just a tab bit confused. "I'm sorry dear, we don't carry any information involving deatheaters."

"Oh," I sigh. I thank her and walk out of the library. When I'm in fair distance, I sit down on a step and lay my head down. I have a headache and Draco is making things so complicated. In need to find somewhere that might have information on deatheaters? I could go to Dumbledore, but then he'd know of my meddling.

The only place I can think of is Borgin and Burkes, but that's just too far. There's no way I could make it to Diagon Alley. I walk slowly outside in the light layering of snow. I sit on a step outside and try to think of a better source of information.

"Well Hermione," says a voice from behind me. I jump slightly as I turn around to see Nearly Headless Nick.

"Oh. Hello Sir Nicholas."

"Why are you out here? I can't feel it, but by the looks of it, I can tell it's probably pretty frigid."

"It's not that bad. I just needed to think a little."

"Well what about. Maybe I can help."

My eyes brighten when a good thought pops up. If anyone can help me, it's someone that's been alive for centuries. "Maybe you can. I need information about deatheaters, but I'm having a lot of trouble getting it."

"Wow, deatheaters. A very sensitive subject don't you think?"

"Definitely, but is there anything you can tell me."

"Nothing that you don't already know. You know they are followers of he who must not be named. They are all identified by a mark on their arm. The serpents coming out of a skulls head. The mark is put on the deatheaters arm by you know who himself and is rather painful from what I've heard. When he who must not be named summons his followers, the mark burns, as well as when his power increases."

"So how does someone become a deatheater?"

"They would have to prove their loyalty to the dark lord or maybe it's a family thing. Sometimes, the loyalty of person doesn't matter if he needs you. If the person is a necessity, it doesn't matter whether they are loyal or not. As long as they are on his side a little."

"So what does fear have to do with a deatheater."

"Fear? Well a lot of people fear them."

"No, I mean induce fear from a person for any reason at all?"

"You mean feed off of it?" I nod and he looks at me uncertainly. "This is a very strange subject for you Hermione. Is something going on that you'd like to tell me about?"

"No, I just need to know more."

"Well, I don't know how helpful this will be but I can tell you this. Long ago there were creatures of complete darkness, way before Riddle's time. These creatures got their power from the fear of others and they ate the souls of many. The bravest auras went searching after these creatures, but each and every one came back soulless."

"That reminds me of a Dementor."

"Doesn't it? But these weren't dementors. The difference was that these were people. They could walk out in day light, disguised and take lives effortlessly. They had minds of their own and no fears. They were called Sirians. The disadvantage for these creatures were that they couldn't use magic. They had no magical ability, but there was one that did. The most powerful being you can imagine. This is even too long ago for me to remember, but something happened that whipped them out. They vanished from sight and that's when dementors appeared. The branch off of Sirians. No one knew what happened to them, but we knew for sure that dementors were nowhere near as dangerous as a Sirian. The most dangerous Sirian that had magical abilities was a girl. He name was Victoria. She disappeared as well, but no one believes a creature that powerful could just be gone that easily."

"OK, you're saying she could still be around in some dormant state. But what does this have to do with deatheaters."

"Everything. Later, Tom Riddle found out about the Sirian history. Before you knew it, one of his deatheaters were absorbing the souls of others. He brought the Sirian back, but only through his own deatheater. Wizards today are still trying to figure out how he did it."

"You're saying that there are deatheaters that are Sirians today, as we speak."

"NO. Of course not. The one that was spotted was killed, he was a Sirian, but very weak and easily destroyed. Not another has been made or spawned. If so the entire ministry would have known about it. They may have been stealthy, but also insanely careless with where they murdered."

"Wow. OK. You have confidence that they are gone?"

"Complete. Now I do have other places to be, but it was nice talking to you Hermione."

"Thank You Sir Nicholas." I nod. He tips his entire head and floats through the nearest wall.

I sit and the wind begins to blow, followed by snowflakes. A Sirian? There's no saying they don't still exist. But it's too rare. Draco being one. The odds of him even being a deatheater is rare, lead alone a Sirian.

I shiver as another breeze blows through. Just as I'm about to stand, a jacket is thrown over my back. Snape sits next to me.

"It's too cold out here. You'll get sick. I know you're the smartest in your class, but sometimes your decisions are very off." I don't say anything. I simply shrug my shoulders. He looks at me uncertainly. "What's wrong? You have something on your mind." I shake my head and stand up to walk away. He follows me.

"It's nothing. Just a very complicated winter"

"Well I'm listening." I look at him again. 'The deatheaters mask in his closet. He is closer to Draco than anyone. It was probably Draco's. I know I can trust Snape. After all, Dumbledore does.'

"I've been trying to find information about deatheaters." He stops walking and automatically, I know I've hit a nerve.

"You shouldn't meddle around with anything involving the dark lord." 'He called him the dark lord.' "It's not safe."

"I've never been the one to be safe. So what is it that has you so unwanting of the subject?"

"It's the subject in general. I'd be worried if someone didn't want to avoid that subject."

"The subject isn't cursed."

"It might as well be. How long have you been looking into it?"

"I don't know. Two, maybe three days."

"No more." He commands. I stop walking.

"I will continue what I'm doing. You can't tell me what to do."

"And I'm not. I'm asking you and pray that you listen."

"Do you think I want to look up information about deatheaters? They are cruel, ruthless people."

"Then why are you doing it?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because you can get yourself hurt Hermione. If the wrong person finds out you are gathering the right information about deatheaters, they will come after you." I don't speak, but he looks into my eyes as the snow falls. A strange feeling sets over me and a shadow forms in between our heads. We look up, only to see a mistletoe magically growing above us.

He brings his head down to me. I don't move and his forehead touches mine..

"You remind me so much of her," he whispers. I know immediately that he's talking about Lily. He wraps his arms around me and repeats, "I don't want you to get hurt. They will hurt you." I grab his face with my hands, a little unsure if this is the right gesture.

"I won't get hurt, but I can't promise you that I will stay off the subject. It's too big and for some reason, I have a bad feeling that I'm a part of it."

"I'll see to it that you aren't."

"You can't promise that."

"I don't have to."

"..."

"Just trust me." He grabs my hand and squeezes it. I look up at the school as the clock rings. "We should be getting in." I nod and begin to walk in. He doesn't move. "Separately." I raise an eyebrow and he pries my hand from his.

"Oh. Sorry." I turn awkwardly and leave him. I spend the rest of the day with Harry and Ron. It's very hard to not feel bad for hiding things from them, but I know it's for the best.

*6:00 pm*

I stand at Snape's door, a little shaken to go in and be alone with him after the feeling I got from him today. With a deep breath, I enter. Snape isn't in there, but instead, Draco swivels around in his chair with a devious grin on his face. I look at him in his eyes, pushing all fear to the back of my mind. This is not a time to be scared, this is my chance to see what he really is.

I shut the door.

LLL- Sorry about the long wait. But here you go. Hope you liked.

Hermione- I like this.

Snape- The Sirian thing was rather interesting.

LLL- Yeah. Haha. Just so everyone knows. I made that up. You won't find Sirian online but tell me what you think of the idea. Please Review.