LLL- I see that people are liking where everything is heading. I'm proud of that. You are all awesome.

Jane B- Come on, come on. I think it's this way.

Elizabeth B- You always say that. Mother wants our man to be...

LLL- *clears throat*

Jane B- Bloody hell. Where are we?

LLL- You're sort of in the middle of a disclaimer

Elizabeth B-I told you we were lost.

Jane B – Well look on the bright side, at least we landed in a disclaimer.

Elizabeth B- fine, what book?

LLL- Harry Potter

Jane B- Oh. Well that Harry potter fellow is quite dashing if I say so myself

Ginny- Oh no she didn't

LLL-...

Jane-*Glare*

Ginny- *Glare*

Elizabeth- Ok then, well she doesn't own Harry Potter.

LLL- Or Pride and Prejudice

*Snape's POV*

The night is cold and I don't know which way to enter. I know I'll find a way in because nothing will stop me from getting to her. She needs to know the truth, but after looking at the entrances, this might be a little harder than I thought. The wind blows a chill through the air as I look up at the Gryffindor tower.

*Hermione's POV*

My head is hurting so bad. I don't know what to think. I get a baby barf even thinking about Snape in the slightest. I need more information and I can't sleep until I find out. I walk out of my dorm and go into the common room. Ron and Harry are sitting and talking. They see me.

"Hey, Hermione. We thought you'd be asleep by now."

"Yeah, I would have. That was until I found this in Snape's office," I say, handing them the dark arts book. They open it and I know when they've read the note because their eyes widen.

"You didn't."

"I don't know. Pansy told me I did but how could I believe that?"

"So she saw you?"

"That's what she said. She said I tried to erase her memory and failed at it, but how can I believe anything she says."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I need proof of this. Snape's room seems like the best place to me."

"We'll come."

"No, I'm not going to let you. If you get caught doing anything you will get in trouble. Just let me handle this and I promise I'll tell you everything."

They look at each other uncertainly. "OK," they agree, "but if we even think there is a problem we are coming."

"And you have full right to. Thanks you guys," With that, I run out. The halls are quiet and the flames on the torches crack slightly. I need to search everything Snape has and everything he is. It would be easier if I could question him, but that looks like it'll be a problem being that he is a deatheater. Nice.

As I'm speed walking, I pull out the quill and study it. Where did it come from? It has to have part in this somehow. Something smoky flows into my nose and blurs my vision. I fall to the ground and look up at the white figure.

"Goodness Hermione." Sir Nicholas says. "You are out a little late don't you think?"

"I'm sorry Sir Nicholas. I wasn't looking where I was going. I figured everyone would be sleep."

"Well I'm a ghost. Sleep doesn't really suit me."

"Right."

"So what brings you here at such a late hour."

"Nothing," I mumble. "Just needed to think and my dorm wasn't doin it for me."

"Well would you like me to talk about it? It worked pretty well last time."

"Last time?"

"Yes. Surly you remem..." He doesn't finish. "You don't remember do you?"

I shake my head.

"I told you a story of a very terrifying and ancient creature. A creature called the Sirian."

"Sirian. What did you tell...?" He interrupts me.

"What's that," he asks, pointing to my quill.

I raise an eyebrow. "An quill?"

"Yes," he floats down to my hand. "I haven't seen a quill done like that it centuries."

"What is it?"

"Do you see this tiny jewel right here?" he points to a dark burgundy jewel just above the tip. "Well a person drops their blood onto it and the blood seeps in. Now, whatever is written with that quill is seen by the person that inserted their blood."

My eyes widen and he looks closer at the quill.

"Yep, that one has been fused. There is definitely blood in there. You get that as a gift?"

I hesitate and that's when I remember other things. I know what this is, now I need other information. "You mentioned something about a Sirian. What exactly did you tell me?"

He looks down and then back at me. "Whatever you were thinking about before was possibly correct and after what has happened to you, I don't think it's safe to tell you anymore. I'm sorry Hermione." With that being said, he flies through the nearest wall.

'A Sirian?'

I continue my short but seemingly long trek to Snape's room. What the hell is a Sirian? That is the only thing in my mind and it is clouding up my thoughts like where I'm going. I try my best to push it to the back of mind and go down the stairs to the dungeon. You'd think the door would stay locked or someone would have already searched through his office, but it's the same way it was when we left it earlier today.

I look around the room. On everything. The desk. The window. The cabinets.

Then, I come to a closet. I open it and what I see isn't even believable. A whole room. There's a bed, a dresser, a closet. Name it and it's there. Even a bathroom. It's dark with dull torches among the walls. I've always thought this was a closet, but it's a living space. I walk towards the bed and step on something. When I look down, there are a pair of strangely familiar shoes.

Just as I'm about to keep walking, I do a double take. Those are my shoes. My mind stops again

...

What am I doing in Snape's back room? I take a deep breath and keep about the room, despite how scared of what I might find next. Everything seems normal, until I see a small piece of parchment. I pick it up off the nightstand and it reads:

Bonded Quill

230 Galleons

Severus Snape

Borgin and Burkes

That place is more of a Dark place in Knockturn Alley (A/N. I have no idea if I spelled that right) And it makes sense why Snape would be there, but not when the receipt says Bonded Quill. It sounds a little too familiar. I glance back down at the quill in my hand.

*Snape's POV*

My view is slightly darkened when I morph into my smoke form but it's much easier to get around. I float down the stairs to my dungeon and see the door open. The class room is empty, but the door to my room is open. I morph back human and creep to the threshold. Inside is the person that makes my heart rate change with a simple glance. She is holding a piece of parchment in her hand. A piece that I recognize, right next to the quill I gave her. I think she just figured more of it out.

"It can't be," she groans.

"Find something interest?" I say, walking towards her. She turns around and pull out her wand.

"Reducto," she shouts in a panic.

I roll to the ground and morph. It's a little hard to see her because of how dark it is, but her light sweater helps a little. I remorph behind her and wrap my arms around her trapping her arms, trying to get her wand. It drops onto the floor and I pin her onto the bed.

It kills me as I look into her eyes and see that terrified look on her face. I place my hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming.

"Shut it," I say. She doesn't move. "Thank you," I say, taking my hand off of her mouth. Tears run down her face. "No, no," I beg, putting my face down on her shoulder. "Don't cry."

"What happened? How was there a me and you. You're evil. Did you force me? How could..."

"Listen to me. I'm not evil, but I can't really explain. You and me. It was a connection. It was.." I sigh. "I wish there was a way I could explain it to you."

"You- Are- A- Deatheater."

"No I'm not!" The X on my neck stings.

"Don't deny what I already know."

'I want to tell her, but I don't think I can.'

"Snape, if you say that, if we used to be together, you know what happened to me. Why can't I remember anything. Please tell me." Her eyes are still wet with tears. "Please Tell Me!" I lose my will.

"OK! Draco made you lose your memory. He's a Sirian. A soul absorbing demon. He absorbed some of soul and that included your memory. Your memory of what happened in the past week. Your memory of US!" The more I talk. The more the mark on my neck burns. "About the gifts. The mistletoe." Her eyes widen and then I don't know what carries me next. I kiss her. At first, she fights, then she calms down and eases further into our kiss. She grabs my face and when I recede, she is smiling. She wraps her arms around my neck.

"I remember," she whispers.

*Hermione's POV*

He hugs me back, proudly lying on top of me. I remember everything. That kiss, brought it back. It was like part of my soul was with him the whole time and when he did that, it returned. What I know the most is that, I told him how much I couldn't stand deatheaters and he kept it from me.

Just like he read my mind he says, on the verge of tears, "I'm not a deatheater. I am working with the order. I was posing as a deatheater to be a spy for the Order, but I can't live with myself knowing that you... AGHH!" He falls to the ground cringing and grabbing his neck in pain.

"What's wrong? What's happening?" He grunts as he holds the back of his neck.

"It's a curse. You need to go... Ughh!" When I don't leave, he loses his patience. "NOW!" I still don't move. I look at him, worried out of my mind.

"I'm not leaving you." I bend down and look at his neck. The X looks like it's on burning, literally on fire.

"Please," he begs. "You have to trust me." I can see the worry in his eyes. I give in, kissing his lips and running out of the room as quick as I can.

LLL- I'm reeeaaalllyyy sorry about the long wait everyone, but I'm only in 10th grade. I still have lots of homework. Now, about the disclaimer. That was Pride and Prejudice. I will tell you that I have never read that book or seen that movie, but I did my research and the person who requested it PLEASE tell me how it was. And as for others, there is sort of a line but don't worry, there are more chapters, therefore, more disclaimers. Please Review! Thanks a Million.