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Chapter 13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter universe, no do I own Snape… I just admire him a lot. Hay I don’t even own a mouse! I make no money my payment is my reviews *as long as there good ones :D*
The Raven
Chapter 13
Hermione sat in her favorite spot in the library – a nice sunny spot next to a window toward the back of the room. Her finals were now over, and she was again skimming the questions and her answers, to see if she got anything wrong.
"Oh, how could I be so stupid! It was 4.38 percent, and not 4.39."
"Hermione, only you would complain about 0.01 percent on a question. I'm sure the teacher will let that slide," Ron said as he and Harry came to sit at her table.
"No, he will not. Professor Gross is very, very picky about such things."
"Yes," replied Harry. "There is only one question that comes to mind when I see that guy"
"Only one?" asked Ron sarcastically.
" Yes... is anal retentive spelled with a hyphen?"
Hermione burst out laughing, while Ron just had a dumbfounded look on his face that sent both Harry and Hermione into uncontrollable fits of laughter. This behavior subsequently got all three kicked out of the library, with Madame Price mumbling about seventh year students and their lack of manners after taking their last tests.
All three friends walked outside to enjoy the sunshine, and the relaxation of the early afternoon.
"So, Hermione, are you really going to bypass college and study here?"
"Yes, Ron. There are things we need to prepare for with the coming war with Voldemort."
"You should come to the Burrow and relax some too, you know. We will be here from time to time, but not always. Harry is spending a few weeks with us as well."
"Yes. Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley and I have been working on some new warding spells to safeguard the Burrow. I believe one spell was even your design, Hermione," Harry informed her, as they all sat down under a tree overlooking the lake.
"Yes, the Headmaster asked if he could use the Aquaminor spell. Of course I said yes; I haven’t seen anyone who could say no to him, have you?"
"Not in this lifetime," Ron answered.
All three turned their heads when a movement caught their eyes. Professor Dumbledore was stepping out of the Forbidden Forest, looking like he had just came back from a Sunday stroll.
"Man, isn’t he afraid of anything?" Ron complained, as his own fears of the forest surfaced.
"I’m sure he does feel fear, Ron."
"Yes," added Harry. "Just not physical ones."
"What do you mean by that, Harry?" asked Ron.
"Well, I know he is afraid of what will happen to innocent people when Voldemort comes calling again, but I don’t believe he fears too much when it comes to man, nor beast. So I guess you can call it an emotional fear, which in my book is a lot scarier then being afraid of something."
"That is very wise, Harry,” said Professor Dumbledore as he walked up to the three young people sitting in the shade of a tree. He smiled warmly at them as he looked around, acting as if he’d never seen the spot before. "What a lovely spot to relax after all the stress of studying and test-taking."
"Yes it is, Professor,” replied Hermione. "Is there anything we can help you with?"
"Why how thoughtful, Miss Granger. As a matter of fact, there is." he beamed innocently at them, a look that none of them were buying.
"Miss Granger, if I can persuade you to help me on a matter?”
“Certainly, Professor.” Getting up off the ground, she turned to her friends. “I’ll see you two later.”
After they all said their goodbyes, she left Harry and Ron to talk amongst themselves.
“So I see that you and Mr. Weasley have come to an agreement,” said Professor Dumbledore once they were out of earshot.
“Yes, we are still kind of awkward, but I understand that it wasn’t all Ron’s fault, and I still am planning on putting a small spell on both Fred and George the next time I see them.”
“Oh, are you now? Anything I should be worried about?” The Headmaster looked at her with that twinkle in his eyes as if to say he already knew all about it. Admittedly, that was possible, since she had shared her plans with Professor Snape the day she found out about the twins’ involvement.
“No, not really. We’ll just say ‘let the punishment fit the crime,’ shall we,” she replied with her own wicked twinkle.
“Well, let’s not let things get carried away this time.”
“Of course, Professor. There are a few others involved, and between us I’m sure we can prevent anything disastrous from happening, but I am hoping it will be HIGHLY EMBARRASING.”
They both chuckled a bit before he approached another subject.
“Professor McGonagall tells me that your Animagus forms are coming along nicely.”
“Yes, Professor. I have been trying hard between assignments for both Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, then with studying for the finals. I’m starting to I feel a little stretched thin at times, so if this is about my blow-up with Seamus, I would like to apologize to you even though I have apologized to him already, along with helping him study for his finals.”
“Yes, I wanted to speak to you about Seamus, and also to tell you that you need to rest some as well. Even though it is just a testament to your strength, we don’t need you collapsing from exhaustion before the war even starts.”
“I understand that, Professor. That’s why Harry, Ron and I were out here relaxing.”
“Ah, and here I am taking you away from all of that. But I’m sorry to say this cannot be helped.”
“What is wrong, Professor Dumbledore?”
“Well, there is nothing immediately wrong, but it can grow to become so. Let’s wait until we get to my office, shall we?” he said as they walked through the huge front doors of Hogwarts.
Professor Snape paced back and forth across the Headmaster’s office, holding his hands behind his back. His knuckles were pure white from pulling against each other in his stress.
“Severus, please sit down. You are making me nervous just watching you.” Professor McGonagall sat still in her high-back chair before the hearth that was silent, having no fire roaring within. Her hands were resting in her lap as if there was nothing to be nervous about; the only evidence of her distress was a small tapping of her left pinky finger over the back of her right hand.
“How can you just sit there all calm? Are you not afraid that Albus will find no answers? Do you realize that the Centaurs very well may not say anything to him? He did take in Firenze, and they’re still not happy about that.”
“I very well know that, Severus, but worrying about like this will help no one.”
“This is very true, Minerva,” said Professor Dumbledore as he stood by the front door to his office. “And I did get some information from the Centaurs, since their new leader was a little more open then the last one, who turned against them to work with Lucius Malfoy.”
The Headmaster walked into his office with Hermione just behind him. They seated themselves.
“Albus, what is she doing here?” called out Professor Snape, still standing, afraid of what her presence meant.
“She is here to help us,” he replied calmly, as if he didn’t know the real reason for Severus’s outburst. The Headmaster had known of the Potions master’s attraction to the young woman for some time, and was quite impressed with that man’s willpower to not act on his feelings. At least on a physical level, nothing could be said about his lack of self-control; verbally, Severus did express himself when he was angry with the Headmaster for pulling the girl into yet another dangerous experiment. Albus knew that they were relying on her far too much even for his liking, but to win they must use all that was in their grasp, and fortunately they just happened to have not only the smartest witch in decades, but a very brave one at that.
“She is doing enough! We cannot keep asking her to go out and risk herself. We need her here!”
“Professor Snape, with all due regard, I volunteered to do all that I have done so far,” Hermione said, looking him in the eye. “No one pushed me into it, and I have no desire to sit back and let everyone do the fighting. And if I may be so bold, your twenty-plus years of spying, with the risk of being found out at every turn, were and will be far more then what I can ever give.”
The dark-haired wizard met her gaze. Truth be told, he was warmed by her words about his own sacrifices, but then he thought of her going though some of the very things he did, and his anger with the entire situation returned.
“Yes, and I was found out, you silly little girl!” He didn’t raise his voice, but he did move closer to her until he was bending down almost nose-to-nose with her. “And we all know what happened with that!”
“Enough of this” said Dumbledore calmly, but forcefully. “Yes, we have been asking much of Miss Granger, but we need all the abilities that our members have at our disposal. It’s just that she happens to be more gifted then most.”
Hermione grew proud with his words. She wanted to help, even though her secretly beloved professor was against it.
“Now, Miss Granger, Professor McGonagall tells me that you have two forms now with your Animagus training?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I was planning on taking her to get registered after the test scores came out,” added Professor McGonagall.
“Please hold out on that, Minerva. I think I want her unregistered at this time.”
“Really, Albus!” Professor McGonagall huffed at him.
The Headmaster turned again to Hermione.
“It’s not like we don’t have any unregistered Animagi working for us; one more will not hurt.” Turning to Hermione, he smiled warmly. “May we see them, please?” he asked her kindly.
Hermione had seen this coming and was already meditating on her smaller form; she nodded affirmatively as she pulled out her wand to transform.
Before the professors now sat a cute little brown mouse that seemed to have red highlights in its fur, much like Hermione’s own hair color.
Professor Snape picked her up, carrying her while trying to ignore the warm nuzzling she was giving to his palm. He placed her onto a table so they all could see her clearly. The mouse-Hermione missed the warmth of Snape’s hands, and began looking around the room once upon the table.
“Her fur is the color of her hair, all except for the tip of her tail that is pure white,” the Headmaster observed.
“Yes, it’s a much telling trait. Unfortunately, her other form also has that color trait. I believe that all the forms she will master will have the same coloring, highly marking that the animal is an Animagus.
“What do you mean by ‘all the forms she will master’? What is going on here!” demanded Professor Snape.
“Well, Severus, it seems that Miss Granger here is one of those unique people who can transform into more then one creature. You see, an Animagus can only choose a single form that they are comfortable with,” explained Professor McGonagall.
“And it seems that Miss Granger’s compassions run deep with many different animals, even ones that are suppose to be enemies with one another,” finished Professor Dumbledore, as he watched Hermione run around the table, wiggling her cute nose in the air.
“I wish to do a small experiment,” said the Headmaster as the turned to look intensely at Severus.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Albus?”
“Would you please transform into your Animagus form, Severus?”
“No!” Severus said, looking deep into the old man’s eyes. He saw what was there. Not only did the Headmaster want to see if he could fly while holding her, Albus wanted her to see him in his raven form. Albus had came to him a few days ago, telling him to let Hermione know that he was the raven she had taken care of for a few months. Severus didn’t want her to know for several different reasons, chiefly because then he could not visit her anymore, and he also feared her reaction to knowing that it had been him all along. Sleeping in her room, sitting on her shoulder as she walked her rounds, listening to her secrets…
“Severus, that is not the answer I want to hear… Now, get on with it!”
Taking a deep breath, Severus started to concentrate on his Animagus form. The room was extremely quiet – until his transformation was complete.
“Seakup!” a startled sound from a small mouse upon a table.
A/N: I would like to take some time to thank June yet again. I just finished this chapter sent it to her around 10:30 tonight and got it back within an hour WOOHOO girl you rock!
The Raven
Chapter 13
Hermione sat in her favorite spot in the library – a nice sunny spot next to a window toward the back of the room. Her finals were now over, and she was again skimming the questions and her answers, to see if she got anything wrong.
"Oh, how could I be so stupid! It was 4.38 percent, and not 4.39."
"Hermione, only you would complain about 0.01 percent on a question. I'm sure the teacher will let that slide," Ron said as he and Harry came to sit at her table.
"No, he will not. Professor Gross is very, very picky about such things."
"Yes," replied Harry. "There is only one question that comes to mind when I see that guy"
"Only one?" asked Ron sarcastically.
" Yes... is anal retentive spelled with a hyphen?"
Hermione burst out laughing, while Ron just had a dumbfounded look on his face that sent both Harry and Hermione into uncontrollable fits of laughter. This behavior subsequently got all three kicked out of the library, with Madame Price mumbling about seventh year students and their lack of manners after taking their last tests.
All three friends walked outside to enjoy the sunshine, and the relaxation of the early afternoon.
"So, Hermione, are you really going to bypass college and study here?"
"Yes, Ron. There are things we need to prepare for with the coming war with Voldemort."
"You should come to the Burrow and relax some too, you know. We will be here from time to time, but not always. Harry is spending a few weeks with us as well."
"Yes. Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley and I have been working on some new warding spells to safeguard the Burrow. I believe one spell was even your design, Hermione," Harry informed her, as they all sat down under a tree overlooking the lake.
"Yes, the Headmaster asked if he could use the Aquaminor spell. Of course I said yes; I haven’t seen anyone who could say no to him, have you?"
"Not in this lifetime," Ron answered.
All three turned their heads when a movement caught their eyes. Professor Dumbledore was stepping out of the Forbidden Forest, looking like he had just came back from a Sunday stroll.
"Man, isn’t he afraid of anything?" Ron complained, as his own fears of the forest surfaced.
"I’m sure he does feel fear, Ron."
"Yes," added Harry. "Just not physical ones."
"What do you mean by that, Harry?" asked Ron.
"Well, I know he is afraid of what will happen to innocent people when Voldemort comes calling again, but I don’t believe he fears too much when it comes to man, nor beast. So I guess you can call it an emotional fear, which in my book is a lot scarier then being afraid of something."
"That is very wise, Harry,” said Professor Dumbledore as he walked up to the three young people sitting in the shade of a tree. He smiled warmly at them as he looked around, acting as if he’d never seen the spot before. "What a lovely spot to relax after all the stress of studying and test-taking."
"Yes it is, Professor,” replied Hermione. "Is there anything we can help you with?"
"Why how thoughtful, Miss Granger. As a matter of fact, there is." he beamed innocently at them, a look that none of them were buying.
"Miss Granger, if I can persuade you to help me on a matter?”
“Certainly, Professor.” Getting up off the ground, she turned to her friends. “I’ll see you two later.”
After they all said their goodbyes, she left Harry and Ron to talk amongst themselves.
“So I see that you and Mr. Weasley have come to an agreement,” said Professor Dumbledore once they were out of earshot.
“Yes, we are still kind of awkward, but I understand that it wasn’t all Ron’s fault, and I still am planning on putting a small spell on both Fred and George the next time I see them.”
“Oh, are you now? Anything I should be worried about?” The Headmaster looked at her with that twinkle in his eyes as if to say he already knew all about it. Admittedly, that was possible, since she had shared her plans with Professor Snape the day she found out about the twins’ involvement.
“No, not really. We’ll just say ‘let the punishment fit the crime,’ shall we,” she replied with her own wicked twinkle.
“Well, let’s not let things get carried away this time.”
“Of course, Professor. There are a few others involved, and between us I’m sure we can prevent anything disastrous from happening, but I am hoping it will be HIGHLY EMBARRASING.”
They both chuckled a bit before he approached another subject.
“Professor McGonagall tells me that your Animagus forms are coming along nicely.”
“Yes, Professor. I have been trying hard between assignments for both Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, then with studying for the finals. I’m starting to I feel a little stretched thin at times, so if this is about my blow-up with Seamus, I would like to apologize to you even though I have apologized to him already, along with helping him study for his finals.”
“Yes, I wanted to speak to you about Seamus, and also to tell you that you need to rest some as well. Even though it is just a testament to your strength, we don’t need you collapsing from exhaustion before the war even starts.”
“I understand that, Professor. That’s why Harry, Ron and I were out here relaxing.”
“Ah, and here I am taking you away from all of that. But I’m sorry to say this cannot be helped.”
“What is wrong, Professor Dumbledore?”
“Well, there is nothing immediately wrong, but it can grow to become so. Let’s wait until we get to my office, shall we?” he said as they walked through the huge front doors of Hogwarts.
Professor Snape paced back and forth across the Headmaster’s office, holding his hands behind his back. His knuckles were pure white from pulling against each other in his stress.
“Severus, please sit down. You are making me nervous just watching you.” Professor McGonagall sat still in her high-back chair before the hearth that was silent, having no fire roaring within. Her hands were resting in her lap as if there was nothing to be nervous about; the only evidence of her distress was a small tapping of her left pinky finger over the back of her right hand.
“How can you just sit there all calm? Are you not afraid that Albus will find no answers? Do you realize that the Centaurs very well may not say anything to him? He did take in Firenze, and they’re still not happy about that.”
“I very well know that, Severus, but worrying about like this will help no one.”
“This is very true, Minerva,” said Professor Dumbledore as he stood by the front door to his office. “And I did get some information from the Centaurs, since their new leader was a little more open then the last one, who turned against them to work with Lucius Malfoy.”
The Headmaster walked into his office with Hermione just behind him. They seated themselves.
“Albus, what is she doing here?” called out Professor Snape, still standing, afraid of what her presence meant.
“She is here to help us,” he replied calmly, as if he didn’t know the real reason for Severus’s outburst. The Headmaster had known of the Potions master’s attraction to the young woman for some time, and was quite impressed with that man’s willpower to not act on his feelings. At least on a physical level, nothing could be said about his lack of self-control; verbally, Severus did express himself when he was angry with the Headmaster for pulling the girl into yet another dangerous experiment. Albus knew that they were relying on her far too much even for his liking, but to win they must use all that was in their grasp, and fortunately they just happened to have not only the smartest witch in decades, but a very brave one at that.
“She is doing enough! We cannot keep asking her to go out and risk herself. We need her here!”
“Professor Snape, with all due regard, I volunteered to do all that I have done so far,” Hermione said, looking him in the eye. “No one pushed me into it, and I have no desire to sit back and let everyone do the fighting. And if I may be so bold, your twenty-plus years of spying, with the risk of being found out at every turn, were and will be far more then what I can ever give.”
The dark-haired wizard met her gaze. Truth be told, he was warmed by her words about his own sacrifices, but then he thought of her going though some of the very things he did, and his anger with the entire situation returned.
“Yes, and I was found out, you silly little girl!” He didn’t raise his voice, but he did move closer to her until he was bending down almost nose-to-nose with her. “And we all know what happened with that!”
“Enough of this” said Dumbledore calmly, but forcefully. “Yes, we have been asking much of Miss Granger, but we need all the abilities that our members have at our disposal. It’s just that she happens to be more gifted then most.”
Hermione grew proud with his words. She wanted to help, even though her secretly beloved professor was against it.
“Now, Miss Granger, Professor McGonagall tells me that you have two forms now with your Animagus training?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I was planning on taking her to get registered after the test scores came out,” added Professor McGonagall.
“Please hold out on that, Minerva. I think I want her unregistered at this time.”
“Really, Albus!” Professor McGonagall huffed at him.
The Headmaster turned again to Hermione.
“It’s not like we don’t have any unregistered Animagi working for us; one more will not hurt.” Turning to Hermione, he smiled warmly. “May we see them, please?” he asked her kindly.
Hermione had seen this coming and was already meditating on her smaller form; she nodded affirmatively as she pulled out her wand to transform.
Before the professors now sat a cute little brown mouse that seemed to have red highlights in its fur, much like Hermione’s own hair color.
Professor Snape picked her up, carrying her while trying to ignore the warm nuzzling she was giving to his palm. He placed her onto a table so they all could see her clearly. The mouse-Hermione missed the warmth of Snape’s hands, and began looking around the room once upon the table.
“Her fur is the color of her hair, all except for the tip of her tail that is pure white,” the Headmaster observed.
“Yes, it’s a much telling trait. Unfortunately, her other form also has that color trait. I believe that all the forms she will master will have the same coloring, highly marking that the animal is an Animagus.
“What do you mean by ‘all the forms she will master’? What is going on here!” demanded Professor Snape.
“Well, Severus, it seems that Miss Granger here is one of those unique people who can transform into more then one creature. You see, an Animagus can only choose a single form that they are comfortable with,” explained Professor McGonagall.
“And it seems that Miss Granger’s compassions run deep with many different animals, even ones that are suppose to be enemies with one another,” finished Professor Dumbledore, as he watched Hermione run around the table, wiggling her cute nose in the air.
“I wish to do a small experiment,” said the Headmaster as the turned to look intensely at Severus.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Albus?”
“Would you please transform into your Animagus form, Severus?”
“No!” Severus said, looking deep into the old man’s eyes. He saw what was there. Not only did the Headmaster want to see if he could fly while holding her, Albus wanted her to see him in his raven form. Albus had came to him a few days ago, telling him to let Hermione know that he was the raven she had taken care of for a few months. Severus didn’t want her to know for several different reasons, chiefly because then he could not visit her anymore, and he also feared her reaction to knowing that it had been him all along. Sleeping in her room, sitting on her shoulder as she walked her rounds, listening to her secrets…
“Severus, that is not the answer I want to hear… Now, get on with it!”
Taking a deep breath, Severus started to concentrate on his Animagus form. The room was extremely quiet – until his transformation was complete.
“Seakup!” a startled sound from a small mouse upon a table.
A/N: I would like to take some time to thank June yet again. I just finished this chapter sent it to her around 10:30 tonight and got it back within an hour WOOHOO girl you rock!