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Chapter 112 ~ Explanations

Hermione walked back into the bedroom, up to the bed and looked down on the sleeping Potions Master. He wore a peaceful expression as he lay on his stomach, his pale face snuggled into the pillow. He snored lightly.

Hermione watched him sleep for a few moments, then whacked him in the head with the rolled Daily Prophet.

The wizard woke immediately, springing up in the bed. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked at the witch blearily. Hermione was wearing his black housecoat, which was much too long for her, the hem dragging on the floor. It was tightly tied.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, witch?" he seethed at Hermione, rubbing his head. She'd given him a pretty good whack.

Hermione held up the Prophet and let it unroll, showing him the headline.

"Do you mind explaining this?" she asked him, frowning.

Severus' black eyes shifted from left to right as he read the headline. He looked at Hermione, who glared back at him.

"Errr…" he began.

"No wonder you didn't want to tell me about Voldemort last night you sneaky snake!" Hermione yelled at him. "What the hell was Mathias doing at the Dark Lord's fortress?"

Severus rolled out of bed and stood up.

"Killing Voldemort, obviously," he replied walking toward the bathroom.

Hermione turned red as fire at his reply. She listened as he took a long piss, waiting with her hands on her hips for him to finish. The loo flushed and the basin turned on for a moment, then Severus emerged.

"Severus Snape, you tell me what happened, and tell me now," Hermione demanded.

Severus looked at her and walked over to the bed. He sat down on it and patted the space next to him.

"Sit down," he said.

Hermione scowled at him.

"I'd rather stand, thank you," Hermione replied.

Severus looked at her a moment.

"All right. I will give you the short version. Years ago, when Mathias met Andreas and they became friends, Mathias took a spiritual journey in order to acquire the powers of Andreas' people and to become Andreas' spiritual brother. He acquired some powers because of this. Andreas showed him a vision of Voldemort taking over the wizarding world. Thousands of people were slaughtered in the streets and Andreas' own people were eventually slaughtered as well. Andreas wanted to kill Voldemort before this happened, but was forbidden by the elders. So he couldn't kill Voldemort, but he found a loophole. He could help his spiritual brother in any battle."

Hermione scowled darkly at this. Andreas was the one who talked Mathias into this madness. She'd thought him such a nice boy. She should have known better. He was a Slytherin after all. They were all manipulative little buggers.

"So he used Mathias?" she asked Severus, her face terrible.

"No. Mathias received his own vision of both of us being tortured and killed by Voldemort in the future and wanted to keep it from happening," Severus said.

"But how did they know if the visions were true?" Hermione said, "They could have been fantasies, or waking nightmares!"

"They were boys, Hermione. And Andreas does have the gift of precognition. Mathias seems to have it as well, though not to the same degree. They weren't going to chance it. So they began to train to kill Voldemort, learning spells and how to fight…right from Mathias' first year," Severus explained.

Now Hermione sat down on the bed. Her son had planned to kill Voldemort at age eleven, and carried that about with him all these years? Good gods.

"Eventually, Jasmine Malfoy began to train with them, though she had no knowledge of the boys' plans until recently. The boys had planned to go after him after they graduated, but when the DKV was dissolved and Voldemort's plans changed, so did theirs. They found out Jasmine had been chosen to be the Dark Lord's consort. It wasn't supposed to happen until she reached her eighteenth birthday, but the Dark Lord changed his mind and summoned her on New Years Eve. Draco brought her to him," the Potions Master said.

"That still doesn't explain how Mathias and Andreas got into his stronghold," Hermione said, her mind whirling.

"A stroke of genius. They transformed into bracelets and Jasmine wore them to the Dark Lord's bedchambers. Once there, they transformed back, cast dampening spells and overcame the Dark Lord physically, forcing him to drink a potion that paralyzed him. Then Andreas dismembered him and fed his body to Gabby, Rita Skeeter's weredog," Severus explained.

Hermione thought about this. They transformed themselves into inanimate objects? Hmm. She was going to check her lab when she went home. She had a feeling she was missing some charms. And what was this about a weredog?

"How did the weredog get there?" she asked him.

"I brought him. The Dark Lord's body needed to be disposed of in such a way as to render his resurrection impossible," the Potions Master said.

Hermione frowned at the wizard. This was proof of his part in all this.

"Then that means you knew about their plan all along," Hermione said accusingly, "and didn't tell me!"

"I knew about the vision Andreas had, and the boys wanting to kill Voldemort, but that was supposed to happen after they graduated. I only found out about the plan they developed recently when I told Mathias that I was going to face the Dark Lord and probably wouldn't survive. He took me to Order Headquarters…"

Hermione turned three different shades of red at once.

"Order Headquarters? How did they know about that?" Hermione asked him, her eyebrows raised. She was so angry. How could he have hidden all of this from her? Mathias could have been killed.

"They began training with Tonks and Kingsley shortly after telling Dumbledore and I about the vision, and what they hoped to do when they graduated. As I said, it was something a long way off, and I thought training them to fight properly would help them along," the wizard said.

"So you helped them? Instead of telling them they were too young to try such a crazy, dangerous thing as killing the Dark Lord?" Hermione hissed at him.

Severus scowled at her.

"Hermione, neither you or I could've stopped them once they graduated. I would rather see them prepared than to try and kill him on their own without any guidance," the wizard said evenly. "Now, please…let me continue."

Hermione shut up, still scowling.

"Mathias took me to Order Headquarters and let me, Tonks and Kingsley watch them act out their attack on Voldemort with golems in the ROR. They were quite effective. We made an alternate plan. Instead of my distracting Voldemort, they would do it and when the wards came down, I would port key to their side just as the Order arrived. It was my intention to help them, but Andreas was cutting off his head when I arrived. They had already overpowered and killed him."

Severus had purposely left out the part about the Dark Soul of the World and the Iboga potion. That would have been very hard for the witch to absorb. But he had told the story properly as far as he was concerned.

"But why didn't you tell me about this, Severus?" Hermione demanded. She felt betrayed.

"Because, Hermione…you would have interfered, that's why. You would have browbeat the boy and made him lose his focus. He and Andreas worked very hard in their training and with their planning, and it served them well in the end. If you had interfered, more than likely Voldemort would be in power now," Severus said.

"But they are so young, Severus and you let them put themselves in danger," she said.

Severus arched an eyebrow at her.

"I seem to remember another trio that got themselves in one dangerous situation after another. Saving the Philosopher's Stone. Seeking out Basilisks. Facing werewolves, dementors and freeing prisoners. Not to mention battling deatheaters in the Ministry itself," Severus said. "Harry faced off with Voldemort at a younger age than Mathias."

Hermione fell silent. Her parents never knew all the dangers she faced when she was in Hogwarts. They would have never allowed it.

"But they all could have been killed, Severus," she said lamely.

"But they weren't Hermione…and they stopped thousands from being slaughtered as well. They were battling evil, Hermione, an evil that might have killed them anyway if Voldemort came into power. You know what it is to be driven to fight evil. They had a vested interest in seeing the Dark Lord fall, and they killed him. But their method of operation from beginning to end was Slytherin. They wouldn't have told a soul of their plans if they didn't have to. That is the Slytherin way after all. And I too am a Slytherin, so it should come as no surprise that I kept this knowledge to myself. Your knowing wasn't necessary Hermione. It would have been a constant source of worry and driven a wedge between you, our son and me. By not telling you, we were all spared that pain."

Hermione looked at Severus and knew he was right. Her protective instincts would have kicked right in, and she would have tried to sway Mathias from his path at every turn. Things would have gotten ugly. She realized her son was a hero.

Hermione stood up and took off Severus' robes and walked into the bathroom naked. Severus sat there for a moment then called to her.

"What are you doing?" he asked her.

"Taking a shower, then getting dressed. It's going to be a media madhouse around here with Mathias, Andreas and Jasmine at the center of it all. They are going to need some support," she said, turning on the spigot in the shower.

Severus considered this. And something else.

"I'll join you," he purred, rising from the bed and walking into the bathroom, his erection leading the way.

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A/N: Whoa. Severus explained it right. Lol to Hermione whacking him in the head with the newspaper. Please review.