A/N: I still do not own Harry Potter!
This is for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #7
Transfiguration: Becoming an Animagus
Task #4: Write about about a storm.
Word count: 556
The rain pounded against the windows, the sky flashed with lightning, and thunder echoed.
"Are you sure we should be doing this, I mean, it's dangerous out here."
"Yes, it is dangerous, but we might not be lucky enough to have another storm on the night of a full moon, Hermione. Stay close."
"I'm soaking wet, Severus. Can't I at least stop for a minute to cast a spell on my cloak? If I catch pneumonia, I'm no good to anyone, much less you," she stated. He paused for a second and stopped so she could cast the spell.
"Thank you, now, please tell me we're not going to stuck by lightning in the middle of the Forbidden Forest."
"We are not going to get struck by lightning in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, because we will be on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest."
"You're lucky I love you, Severus."
"I am. Now, we need a piece of lightning burnt wood, charred on the night of the full moon for the potion to work."
"Am I allowed to ask which potion?"
"One I am inventing. If it works, Hermione. We will cure lycanthropy." Hermione fell silent, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Cure...you're serious?"
"Very, now, let's just hope this works. If we can the lightning to strike a tree, this one is the tallest, we can harvest the charred bark."
"Do you have the rest of the ingredients?"
"Not yet, but none are as complicated as this," he answered as loud crack of thunder filled air. Hermione shivered slightly as the wind whipped around the pair. The trees shook and leaves flew everywhere. In the distance she could hear a wolf howl, at least she hoped it was a wolf.
"Now we wait," Severus stated. He slid his arms around Hermione, holding her close as the storm whirled around them. She cast a drying spell over the pair keeping them dry, while he chose a warming spell.
"It sounds like the winds are dying down," she whispered, her head was against his chest.
"It does, I'm sorry I dragged you out here for a fool's mission."
"It's not, Severus. Lightning could still strike," she whispered optimistically.
"The storm's ending, Hermione, even the rain's stopped." She nodded as the pair started walking back to the castle. A loud crack stopped them in their tracks as a tree fell in front of them. It almost hit Severus, but Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him back. They both tumbled to the muddy ground.
"Thank you. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, you're the one who was almost hit." Severus stood up slowly and froze. Hermione followed his gaze. It had rested on the tree that had nearly hit them. There, where the tree was no longer attached to the ground was a singled line.
"Was it...?" Hermione asked in a hushed voice. Severus studied it before nodding.
"It seems this trip was not a complete waste after all," he stated pulling several large chunks of charred bark from the tree.
"Now that I have this, I can assemble the other ingredients and start on the potion."
"We can start on the potion," Hermione corrected. He smiled and kissed her.
"Yes, we can start on the potion." They stepped over the tree and made their way home.