A/N:

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I wanted to get this chapter out. I had originally planned to just do some really long chapters to force this into the minimum of 31 chapters. But I changed my mind. I wanted the chapters to keep within the usual word count so here we are. This is a more introspective chapter. I'm not entirely pleased with it but I may have reread it too many times. Anyway, I'm going to aim for 33 chapters and give myself more wiggle room. But fear not, this story will never be abandoned. I got over my little rut and hopefully will be able to get another chapter out early next week.

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"You should have told me! I could have helped! And since when were you so eager to help Snape, Sirius?!" Potter shot at his godfather. Severus tried not to take too much satisfaction at seeing Black being admonished by the teenager. He appreciated the mutt's help but that didn't erase their decades long rivalry.

"I was helping Hermione! She's here now and she can get better. I wouldn't have even considered it if those two hadn't immediately offered a wand oath that the mission was to rescue her and get the hell out of there!" Black gestured wildly at Severus. Lucius watched the exchange with mild interest while sitting on the cot next to the Potions Master, his brow finally patched and the blood cleaned off. Draco sat next to his father, clinging to him freely, obviously exhausted.

"Wand oath?" Ron asked, surprise clear on the freckled youth's face. The gangly ginger collapsed into a chair, clothing stained with blood. He and Draco had finally been dismissed by Narcissa and Poppy while they bathed and dressed Hermione, her physical wounds healed or in the process of healing.

The evidence of Hermione's injuries made Severus's stomach turn. Since the rescue he had been able to think of nothing but her broken body and the blood that had dripped from her open wounds as he had carried her. He replied to the young Weasley in an endeavor to refocus. "While it was revealed long ago that I am on the side of the light, it does not escape me that Black and I have history that would make his trust scarce. A wand oath was the easiest way for us to assure him that our intentions were good. Time, as you know Potter, was of the essence,"

"You shouldn't have even gone! What if you got caught too? You both would have died!" Potter paced frantically. "You should have told me what you had planned. We spent hours with the Order getting nothing done! Did you not trust me to help? Did you think I would get in the way?"

"No, that had nothing to do with it. Of course we trust you but Harry, it worked because there was no one else involved. You are too important for this war to allow you to get that close to the freakish bastard and his lapdogs. Malfoy was able to get us in while Voldemort was out of the Manor. I was able to lead the werewolves off and Snape got her out. It would have been too complicated otherwise," Black tried to reason with the irate teenager. Severus knew the young man was feeling insecure in his relationship with Hermione and those feelings were only exacerbated by his inability to save her himself. It didn't help that Black was essentially outlining how 'easy' the mission had been, at least logistically. Severus found himself relieved that Remus was stepping forward to calm Potter.

"Harry," Remus took the boy by the shoulders, "You need to calm down. I know you are angry that you couldn't help rescue Hermione, I am too. But the important thing is that Hermione is safe. She is healing. We have no idea what state she will be in when she wakes up. That is when she will need you most. This is 'the brightest witch of your age' Harry, she will not hold it against you that it wasn't your arms she was carried home in."

This seemed to finally get through to Potter who took a deep breath and nodded. Remus squeezed his shoulder's reassuringly. The boy stayed quiet, his shoulders slumped as he turned to one of the windows. The fight was gone from him. Remus sighed heavily before turning back to the dark wizards.

"Thank you for whatever barmy scheme you came up with," Remus spoke in a low voice. Behind him Black was approaching Potter, wrapping him in a one-armed hug. "Harry would have been far too volatile. It was good to keep him away. He is right, however, that the Order was not working with the urgency necessary to save her."

Severus nodded solemnly, "When the Headmaster decided to follow up on the vision Potter had of her whereabouts, despite its similarities to Arthur Weasley's attack, I knew he wouldn't act soon enough. Not to mention the bond between her and I had all but confirmed it. I couldn't leave her there on her own."

"Who knows what Voldemort could have gleaned from her mind in that time? I can also smell Greyback on her. Severus, he didn't…" Remus looked sick.

It hit Severus again how close Hermione had been to some of the most horrific torture that could be done to a woman. He willed away the flashes of past revels where Greyback had been allowed to have his fun. "As far as we could tell the physical abuse hadn't reached that level, nor is it a full moon. But the Dark Lord likely did not find anything in Hermione's mind, her occlusion is more advanced than he would have expected. The women will be able to tell us more about what state she is in."

As if on cue, Narcissa slipped out from behind the curtains, looking tired but relieved, "Physically, she will be alright. The cuts and bruises have all been taken care of. She has a few broken bones that will take a couple days with the right potions. She's lost a lot of blood and will need to be on blood replenishers through the night. Unfortunately, some of the scars will never fade."

The elegant woman crossed the room and kissed her husband's forehead. Lucius spoke, "I was not there the entire time, love. Did you…do a thorough examination?"

"It was one of the first things we did once she was stable. He roughed her up a bit and it seemed like he may have planned to based on the state of her clothing, he never got the chance. Most of her injuries were to her extremities. The damage to her mind is what I'm most worried about. She's occluding very deeply," She scanned the room then turned to Severus, "I know you want to work on waking her but I want her physically healed and you will need the rest before you go in there. She may not even know she has been saved and could lash out."

He nodded, having come to the same conclusion. "Thank you, Narcissa."

"Alright you lot," Poppy had entered the room again, "I don't need you all loitering in here. Miss Granger is on her way to recovery. Severus, I expect you to stay so we can get you those potions and your proximity should do her some good. You've probably felt less of a pull on your magic since she arrived here but I still want you to be at your best should anything come up with her healing. The rest of you, off to your dorms or wherever else you stay. School is back in session in only a few hours."

With that the Weasley's bid their goodbyes, saying they would be back the next day. Sirius and Remus both nodded to him cordially before they too left. The Malfoys retreated as a family to spend time in Narcissa's rooms. Lucius of course would be joining her there at the school for the foreseeable future. That left Severus and Potter alone with Hermione. He observed the younger man as he crossed the expanse and pulled the curtains open. Poppy, he assumed, was already in her chambers and unable to ward the boy off checking on the young woman.

Severus stood and joined Potter next to Hermione's bed, each standing on either side of her. Her hair was fluffy, newly washed and dried. The blood having been washed away, exposed the various bruises and cuts that were healing under layers of healing pastes. One of her arms was wrapped in bandages and a splint, straightening the limb as it healed. The same was done to one of her ankles. She looked so fragile, it tore at his heart. The fierce young woman he knew should not have been lying in front of him like this. She'll be mostly healed tomorrow. You did the best that you could considering the circumstances. Hermione is alive. The adrenaline that had been keeping him going since his return to the castle with Remus, was waning. He wanted to touch her, take some comfort from her but he dared not with Potter nearby.

"She looks…better off than I had been prepared for," The bespeckled youth murmured as he stroked one of her hands. Severus looked up. He looked so young, both of them did. They made a pretty picture as a couple that stabbed at his old heart. His straight and unruly dark hair and boyish good looks paired with her feminine features and mane of equally unruly hair seemed like the epitome of a school aged power couple. You really think she would choose you if it wasn't for the bond? Unconsciously, he reached toward that very bond for comfort and felt a wave of warmth and relief when he could feel her hot magic stronger than it had been since she had gone missing. Taking a deep breath, he willed away his musings about Hermione and the Boy Who Lived.

"It is…a positive turn. But Tom wanted the information she had and he wouldn't have been gentle in his attempts to retrieve it. The damage to her mind will be more pronounced," Severus said solemnly, his voice heavy with concern. Narcissa had been right, he had wanted to work on pulling the young woman out of her deep occlusion but his exhaustion was catching up with him. From the way she responded to the bond he could tell that on a subconscious level she knew she was safe and no longer in immediate danger. Hopefully that would keep her from sinking deeper while he regained his strength.

The Gryffindor boy turned to him suddenly, "And you'll be the one to save her from that too, won't you? I couldn't even be there to get her out of the Manor! What good is being 'The Chosen One' when I can't even save Hermione?"

His voice was bitter as he stalked away from her bed and towards the infirmary doors. Severus watched as the younger man paused and then pounded his fist on the great wooden door in frustration. The shaking of his shoulders followed by muffled gasps told Severus the boy was descending into further despair. Potter's voice was rough with unshed tears, "Let's hope I die at the end of this war, Professor. Then Hermione won't be stuck bonded to someone so useless. You've already proved you're a much better match."

Then he was through the doors and Severus followed in a rage. Stupid, idiotic teenage boys! Does he think Hermione so shallow? Does he think I would let him die after all I've done to keep him alive, regardless of Hermione's role in everything! His long stride had him at Potter's side in moments. Severus grabbed the seventh year by the arm and dragged him into an empty classroom not bothering to be gentle. He threw him inside and then warded the door, throwing up a few powerful silencing spells. Potter stumbled and caught himself on a desk, his reflexes coming into play as he turned and pointed his wand at the irate professor.

"Put that wand down boy!" Severus bit out then took a calming breath. He looked at the Gryffindor with undisguised disdain, "Listen to yourself. You think Hermione would even entertain the notion of you dying?"

"I'm going to have to if we are right about me being a horcrux," Potter finally lowered his wand although he kept it in his hand. The fight left him to be replaced by a monotonous tone, "Might as well accept it now and stop fighting for someone I won't be around to protect."

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose, willing himself to find patience. His nerves had been on edge for awhile and not least of which after Dumbledore had invaded his tired mind. "Do not think we haven't been working diligently to find a way to remove that blasted scrap of soul latched on to you. None of us want you to die during this war!"

"You should be happy about this. You've always hated me. Once I'm gone you'll never have to see my dad's face ever again, plus you'll have Hermione all to yourself," The boy's voice was pitifully dejected.

"I do not hate you. I have not spent the last nearly seven years protecting you at every turn only to hate you," Severus sighed, then took a seat, fighting the groan of pain that wanted to burst forth. "I could have treated you better, I could have treated everyone better, but I had a role to play. Though I do apologize for the immediate reaction to your unfortunate resemblance when you were…younger. Years have passed but the torment I was subjected to by your father and the Marauders has colored my very being. That was however not an excuse for everything I did."

Severus didn't truly understand why he was bringing this up now but it felt appropriate. The silence that followed caused the ex-Death Eater to look back up at the boy. There was an expectant look in his eyes. The Potions Master coughed and steered the conversation back on track, "Regardless of that, you cannot die now or tomorrow or any other day hence until we have a way to remove the bond between you and Hermione. I do not want Hermione to die and that means both of us must survive."

"We don't even know what the bond is. It could work like the one between the two of you. We could end up saving each other," Potter was calmer now but more confused.

"We do know what your bond with Hermione is, Mister Potter…Harry." Severus paused, not sure how to continue. Considering everything that happened it seemed appropriate to stop calling him by that moniker. The boy was far from his father's son despite his looks.

"Start over. From the beginning. I-I…," The boy finally took a heavy seat and shook his head, "You know what the bond is? Since when?"

"A while," Snape admitted, his gaze steady, "But Narcissa and I haven't told Hermione. I have my suspicions about how it was placed, and it is unpleasant to say the least," He studied Harry's reactions. For a moment, he thought the boy might have known, or the headmaster had slipped up, but it was clear Harry was also in the dark.

"It's not like your bond with her. I know that much. I didn't even feel it when she disappeared," Harry's brow furrowed as if thinking harder would bring him better understanding.

"No, it is not," Severus confirmed, "You've had an inordinately broad exposure to dark magic, against your will. I know you feel it–the connection with the Dark Lord that feeds on you and every negative emotion you experience. It's why the locket was able to take such a strong hold and why you have seen things you should not have witnessed. This bond needs dark magic to take hold. It was common in old pureblood families where dark magic was treated no differently than other magic."

"But what is the purpose of it?"

"It's a slave bond, Harry."

Harry's eyes widened, "S-slave bond? What—no! Will it hurt Hermione?"

"If only hurting her was its purpose," Severus replied, his tone grave. "Bonds with such a direct purpose can be broken easily. No, this bond is a way for you to survive death. To save your soul and your life, the bond forces Hermione's soul to be given in exchange. Do you see why you cannot consider dying, either prematurely or when it is 'necessary'? Do you understand the cost?" Severus willed the young wizard to grasp the gravity of the situation. "There is a piece of Tom inside you. If you die, your soul and any pieces of his soul are no longer anchored to the living world. Vittas Vitae, Ribbons of Life, is a soultie that has bound her soul to yours even in death. It calls for an equal exchange of whatever is being called forth. In the case of keeping a soul on the earthly plane, fate requires a soul in exchange. Fate will save you from death at the cost of a soul—Hermione's soul."

"But how can she be bound to you," Harry tilted his head in confusion.

"Our bond lasts only as long as we both live. But a soul exists beyond the living plane." Severus paused, preparing for the boy to pepper him with questions but they did not come. Taking a breath he continued, "Alchemy is an ancient type of magic that only very few are naturally able to wield. There are only a handful of instances in which alchemy has been implemented in the last 100 years. It is volatile and deals directly with a plane of existence apart from ours, where the laws of magic are decided and bound. It is the origin of Gamp's Law of Transfiguration."

At the blank look on the boy's face, Severus elaborated, "Gamp's law states that you cannot conjure something from nothing. In alchemy, there is an overarching law called 'equivalent exchange'. For every act of magic there must be an equal exchange that is lost. In a simple sense, when you use magic to perform a great feat, that magic is lost and you must produce more in your core. That is how we use magic. Alchemy can be implemented outside of our plane of existence, although it is dangerous and often comes at a greater cost than it is worth.

"Consider how magic doesn't work on the Hogwarts ghosts. Souls exist on a different plane than the one we live in. It is why a Dementor can suck a soul out of a body and the body continues living as an empty shell. The soul bonds we are familiar with all exist in the plane of the living. The body and soul are one and the same here. But in the afterlife, when souls are no longer anchored, that is the realm of Fate. The soultie exists there. It's why it feels different. It is not acting in our present plane but exists in another."

"So, let me get this straight, Professor." Harry met Severus's eyes, his bafflement at the situation growing as he explained it to the Professor in his own words, "Hermione's soul is tied to mine currently. But in another plane so that if her body dies, the soul still remains tied to me. Then, when the time comes for me to die here, and my soul is released from my body, rather than moving on to the afterlife Hermione's soul will be devoured by Fate in exchange for it allowing my soul to return to life and this plane of existence?"

Severus was mildly impressed at his understanding then nodded in agreement. Harry paled, looking off into the distance as he processed what he had just learned. His voice was solemn, "We have to remove it."

"Only the one who cast Vittas Vitae can remove it," Severus stood, facing the younger man. He paused then, bracing himself for retaliation at the revelation. "I have reason to believe Dumbledore placed the alchemic slave bond on the two of you."

Harry's jaw dropped but he snapped it shut a moment later. His brow was furrowed and his hands shook. "Are you sure?"

"He is the only one I know who can perform alchemy and it would fit in his plans for the greater good. I do not know when he enacted it but if we do not find an alternative solution to removing it…no matter what happens in the war, Hermione's soul will be lost," It was the hardest of pills to swallow and it seemed to be the motivation the boy needed to rise from the pit of pity and self recrimination he had been descending into.

"Can the bond be removed even if the caster is under duress?" Harry looked back at him with unsettlingly piercing eyes that flashed golden.

"The state of the caster will not have an effect on their ability to remove the bond as long as it is their magic that removes it," Severus responded slowly, looking warily at the young man. There was something about the way Harry was staring at him that made him feel uneasy. Silently he cast legilimens and flitted across the surface of the boy's mind. His eyes widened as he pulled away, "You will not be casting the Imperius Curse on the headmaster! Besides the obvious reasoning that you should not be exposing yourself to even more dark magic, no version of that curse that you would be able to cast would work on someone as powerful as Albus Dumbledore!"

Cowed, the boy's shoulders slumped and the odd flash in his eyes receded. He ran a hand through his messy mop of hair and looked abashed, "I'm not going to say anything about you reading my thoughts, but you're right. It was just the first thing that came to mind. I don't think Hermione would have been too pleased with that idea either."

"No, I think not. Go to bed, Harry. She will need us when she wakes up," Severus concluded with a tone of finality, then left the room. The weight of the day's events and the prolonged interaction with James Potter's son bore heavily on him as he sought a much-needed rest. Tomorrow he would help Hermione resurface from her occlusion.

Hermione was floating, weightless and unencumbered. She didn't know where in her mind she was, but it was deep. Far beneath her initial mental shields, past the pastures and valleys where she meditated, and beyond her mind library. The world that surrounded her was formless, and so was she. It was like feeling nothing and everything at once, a paradoxical sensation pushing against a body that was here but also not. Hermione imagined this is what it would feel like in a sensory deprivation tank, logically knowing she was alive and well while simultaneously losing her cognitive ability to place herself as a physical being in space.

She was fading into herself, dissolving into her own essence, losing consciousness of life outside. Losing what made her human and intelligent and individual. There were no fleeting thoughts bouncing around her head. No theories or spells or dreams. She was and was not. If her mind was an ocean, she was tumbling beneath the choppy waves with no instinct to try to swim. No instinct to survive. But she had to survive. That's what this was about; that is why she was so deep inside herself—to survive. Hermione tried to will herself back into being.

Focus. You need to focus. You have to stay grounded. You have to latch onto the world outside before you slip away.

If she still had a voice she would groan in effort. Her thoughts were sluggish and her awareness inconsistent. The outside. What was outside in the world that she needed to get back to? A waft of something spicy and herbal, as comforting as a warm embrace rose from the depths, enveloping her in its familiar heat. A rumble of words, deep and laced in honey, seemed to hover where her head should be. Her ears. That smell and that sound made her heart ache and soar to the heavens. It was pulling her from the deep.

Hermione.

That was her name. That voice filled the void with the sensation of soft wool, the liquid heat curling and swirling like a living thing. She counted her fingers into being. Then counted her toes. An awareness was manifesting. The familiar sensation of her hair brushing her cheeks made her smile. Her mouth, her lips, the lips that he touched with his. Piece by piece she rebuilt herself.

Come back to me.

She could see. See what? The darkness, the void. The pale skin of her own hands. She felt broad and expansive and consuming. Her limbs reached out to the edges of her existence and pulled inward. Arms, legs, torso, hands and feet. Eyes. mouth, nose, and hair. There was something else, unwelcome. A soreness and a strain on the tips of her fingers, just out of reach. Pain. Something painful. The liquid heat suddenly intensified, and she gasped feeling as if the very essence of warmth was pulling her back to reality. The outline of something appeared before her. A door. Why was there a door?

I need you to come back to me.

That voice again. That person, full of desperation and sadness. Her heart ached. She wanted to scream to them that she was coming. She wanted to relieve their pain even as she felt her own cresting into existence. Her hands reached out to the doorway. The door was materializing before her in flowing increments, rippling like a sheet in the wind, flapping in and out of being. Where was she? She was supposed to be somewhere else. Where was the voice? The door blinked in and out of form. The pain ebbed and flowed while she sank backwards. The ocean waves were rising over her again.

HERMIONE!

She jolted into full awareness, standing in the middle of her mind library. Everything flooded back into her mind from the sticky heat of a summer that passed to the unbearable pain that arrived as she thrust Voldemort out of her mind. There was a dull ache that seemed to emanate from the doors that surrounded her. Pain, physical pain. They were still in her mind but a familiar place, the comforting library where they had spent so many moments together. A place where they had made promises and had decided to call each other by name.

"Hermione, love, look at me," The familiar deep voice spoke to her. Her eyes focused as she took in the angular face of Severus Snape, her bonded match, standing before her. His white shirtsleeves were as crisp and white as his trousers were black and perfectly creased. His brow was furrowed with worry, and he looked exhausted. The nose she had come to adore was inches away from her own. His hands were on her biceps, his grip pulsing loose then tight as he tried to control his response to her.

"Severus?" Her eyes widened as her emotions caught up with her. Tears spilled from her eyes and with shaking hands, the young woman slid her palms up his chest and fisted the fabric there. Disbelief was evident in her tone as she pulled the man into her arms, "You found me. I went too deep. I couldn't find the doors; there were no doors."

Even in this part of her mind she could feel his sturdy arms and lithe body pressed against her. Every emotion she felt for the man surfaced in a great tidal wave of euphoria. Then the glow of their bond surrounded them in a fiery heat, begging for more. The dark man looked relieved when he pulled back to look down at her. His large hand cupped her cheek and his black eyes searched her visage. "I thought I lost you. I kept moving deeper into your mind. Deeper and deeper. I was so scared, witch."

The unabashed affection, vulnerability, and love was startling in its intensity, but fueled her next movements. It didn't matter that they were still in her mind and their bodies were probably laid out in the hospital wing; he was here in her library, and she wanted him. Her lips crashed into his as she pulled him down by his collar. They lost themselves in a passionate embrace that stole their breath and quieted their worries. Hands combed through hair and legs stumbled until they were seated in an armchair with Hermione straddled across Severus's lap.

Their lips parted, and the two sat, admiring the other. She pecked his cheek, then tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. Hermione searched his eyes for an inkling of what was happening in the world outside. Severus looked at her like she might disappear again. His hands grasped her waist, drawing circles there with his fingers. If this is what it felt like to reunite with him in her mind library, she couldn't wait until she woke up in the real world. That thought disappeared as soon as it came.

The realization awoke her senses further as her magic reached out to her physical form. There was the pain, the soreness, and stiffness. Hermione took a moment to visualize the injuries based on the pain that was seeping in. When she opened her eyes, Severus was looking at her worried. Hesitantly she asked, "My body was broken, wasn't it?"

He gulped audibly before taking her hand in his and kissing each knuckle in turn. Each show of affection was a stab in the heart. Severus Snape had never been the type to lavish anyone with physical contact. But here he was, giving and giving, to sooth her and himself. When had he come to care for her so much? Why was she indulging in this doomed connection? How could her resolve not crumble in the face of this adoration? Severus Snape, who taught you to love so completely, huh? Always the stubborn muggleborns who cause you so much strife. When the time comes, I wish I could force Fate to spare your heart.

He touched his forehead to hers and clasped the back of her neck, beneath her hair. His touch was firm but comforting, "You were beaten badly. Merlin, there was so much blood. I thought for a moment we were too late. But we got you out. Poppy and Narcissa were able to heal your wounds. There was evidence of the Cruciatus curse, but we have been administering the muscle relaxer I concocted. There shouldn't be any lasting effects, just soreness."

"I knew you would come for me," Hermione leaned into his embrace, dropping kisses on his shoulder and the side of his neck as she got comfortable. She wanted to indulge in this intimacy while she could. Exhaustion was settling in, even in her mind library.

"We were lucky that your physical wounds were not as bad as they could have been. But the Dark Lord waylaid any of Fenrir's attempts to…claim you." She could practically hear Severus wince. She considered what those words meant and felt a shiver go down her spine as the werewolf's wild visage seemed to appear before her. Hermione closed her eyes and focused on his voice, "Instead, he wanted to ravage your mind in search of information."

"I pulled back to protect our plans. He came here," She looked around the familiar doors and bookcases. "I pushed him out, but it was difficult. I tried to distract him with a decoy version, but he knew I was hiding things deeper. I retreated and took the important parts with me."

The Potions Master's hold on her tightened. He lifted his head and turned her toward him so he could look in her eyes, "You did well, love. You did everything right. He came back after you pushed him out and tore the library apart. I had to rebuild it. There was nothing left," His deep voice had a tremor to it that expressed his fear. "It was like a void with not an errant thought or feeling to be found. I-I've only seen such a mind in patients at St. Mungos."

"How did you rebuild it?" She asked, unable to fend off her curiosity even with the seriousness of the situation.

"I dug deep. I scoured every corner and worked through your natural barriers, gently. I knew I would need the library to be able to call you back. I couldn't lose you," He stood and pulled her into a tight hug. His shoulders shook and she could tell he was trying to spare her the view of him crying. Her heart clenched in her chest as his voice broke, "It's been 3 weeks. I've been coming here everyday to try and pull you back up. Dumbledore said it was a lost cause but I knew you were stronger than that."

"Thank you for not giving up on me," Hermione leaned back and looked up at him. His eyes were red but he still gave her a soft smile that she knew was especially for her.

Severus tilted her chin up and kissed her chastely, " I could never give up on you. I love you, Hermione. My heart is yours."

The sincerity of his words weighed heavily on her heart, almost smothering her with the intensity of his love. But worse yet was the overwhelming desire to say it back, to shower this lonely man with all the affection and love he deserved. Hermione knew that she had fallen in love with him the moment her memories returned to her. However, love had never been part of the plan, so she brushed the feeling aside and kissed him firmly, distracting him with the passion of it. Sweet sweet man. I would give you my soul if I could.

A/N

Dundundun!

Hermione has more secrets.
Harry has a lot to think about.
Severus is a lost cause when it comes to Hermione.
Next up. The war gears up. Hermione plays her cards. Dumbledore makes some questionable decisions.

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