Mystery of You
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
30
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40,664
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327
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Currently Reading:
3
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Chapter Two
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Chapter Two
Hermione was put through a battery of tests that left her feeling exhausted by the time they were finished. She closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep again when she heard a person walking into the room. Opening her eyes slowly she watched as Severus paced. He looked worried.
He kept going back and forth. Snape stopped, sitting down on the cot she was on as if she wasn’t there at all and covered his face with his hands. Within moments she could hear and feel him sobbing.
“Why?” he whispered. “Why did you make me be the one, Albus?”
The door opened and Professor Sprout came in. The stout no nonsense woman went over and placed a tray of food on a small table that Hermione didn’t notice was in the corner.
“You need to eat,” she told him. “You only have an hour, perhaps two before you have to go…” Anger flashed over her face, but she pulled it back before she could do much about it. “Take care of yourself, Severus.”
“Pomona?” he whispered.
She stopped, looking over to him and waited.
“I didn’t want to…he was the closest thing I had to a mentor. I didn’t want to.”
Sighing heavily, she murmured, “Albus was dying.”
He looked to her startled.
She snorted. “Come now! I run the greenhouses that you get your materials from. If you don’t get them from me, you purchase them from the apothecaries I sell to.” Sprout sighed heavily she told him. “Given the state of his hand, it could have only been Albus you were making those particular potions for.” When he blinked at her owlishly, she laughed and stated, “Just goes to show that we Hufflepuffs aren’t as dimwitted as you all think.”
In the next heartbeat the scene in front of Hermione vanished as the door opened and Madam Pomfrey came into the room. It was as if what she had seen hadn’t been real. Biting her lip, she wondered if she were sane.
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Severus sat in front of Albus Dumbledore’s portrait sipping on his coffee. He had told him what Hermione Granger was going through and the oddity of it all. Most of all he was concerned that the young woman might be going through something none of them there would be familiar with.
“She knew that Miss Parkinson is pregnant,” he muttered. “How?”
“Where was she before this?” Dumbledore asked him casually.
“The restroom…”
“Ahh…”
Frowning Severus snapped. “Don’t keep me in suspense. Out with it already, old man.”
Laughing Albus said, “You know that as accurate as magical testing for pregnancy is, often times the girls who have been given the news that they are to be mothers don’t believe it.” Snape’s eyes widened at this. “Oh yes, it seems that they go through extreme denial. To the point that Poppy was so frustrated that she bought several muggle pregnancy tests as a way to give the girls a way to prove to themselves the truth…”
“And you’re telling me this why?”
“By any chance do you know how they work?” he asked the new headmaster. “They have to urinate on a chemically treated stick. In other words, Severus my boy, the girl sat down to do the test. And as Miss Granger had to take care of her body’s waste elimination, she had to do much the same.”
“You’re suggesting that she’s able to know by touching an object what a person was thinking at the time they touch it? Amazing,” he whispered. “But what kind of inharitance is that, Albus?”
“Perhaps she is something new?” he suggested. “We are all not alike. And Miss Granger is very unlike so many others, why should what she is magically be any different?”
“She would have to be a pain in my…”
Poppy rushed into the office. “There’s a magical shield all around Miss Granger that won’t go away.”
Severus jumped up and rushed over to the room that Hermione had been taken to after both Poppy and he thought it would be best to isolate her. He entered the room and found Hermione sitting in the corner of the room, reaching out and touching what appeared to be a translucent white glowing shield around her.
He went over to her and kneeled next to the shield, touching it. It felt solid, he thought, looking to her then.
“Miss Granger?” She looked to him. “What happened? When did this occur?”
“About twenty minutes ago,” she told him.
“What were you thinking?”
She worried her lip and the shield became larger, pushing him back.
“Stop!” he exclaimed. “I’m not here to hurt you!”
Hermione looked at him again. “Am I crazy?”
“No,” he told her. “You aren’t. We may not know what you have inherited, but I suspect you may be able to do some rather amazing things if this shield of yours is any indication of it.”
“I saw you,” she whispered. “In this room.” She looked around. “You came after…after you killed Professor Dumbledore. You spoke to Professor Sprout.” The shield shrank some, but still remained up. “You looked so sad.” She looked at him. “He was a bastard for making you do it, but what choice was there?”
Severus wanted to run from the room, but stayed where he was, as the shield kept shrinking until it wasn’t there at all.
“What now?” she asked him.
“Now?” Severus murmured. “Now we eat. It’s far past lunch and I for one am starving.”
They ate in his office, as he was in no mood to deal with Poppy’s protests. This had Hermione relaxing all the more as well as she wasn’t in any mood to deal with any and all questions she would be sure to be asked by one and all. When they sat down to eat, Severus frowned as he watched her looking at the plate in front of her.
“Is something the matter?” he asked her.
She looked up at him sharply. “I, uh, I…” And the force field went up in that instant.
“Miss Granger…Hermione, you’re safe here,” he murmured. “No matter what you may say.”
Blinking at him, she whispered, “Really?”
“Within reason of course,” he added.
She smiled to herself, as the shield vanished. “One of the students that came here to be punished sat in this chair recently. I just picked up on his thoughts. They were rather mundane images to tell you the truth.”
“They often are,” he mumbled into a spoonful of soup.
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Chapter Two
Hermione was put through a battery of tests that left her feeling exhausted by the time they were finished. She closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep again when she heard a person walking into the room. Opening her eyes slowly she watched as Severus paced. He looked worried.
He kept going back and forth. Snape stopped, sitting down on the cot she was on as if she wasn’t there at all and covered his face with his hands. Within moments she could hear and feel him sobbing.
“Why?” he whispered. “Why did you make me be the one, Albus?”
The door opened and Professor Sprout came in. The stout no nonsense woman went over and placed a tray of food on a small table that Hermione didn’t notice was in the corner.
“You need to eat,” she told him. “You only have an hour, perhaps two before you have to go…” Anger flashed over her face, but she pulled it back before she could do much about it. “Take care of yourself, Severus.”
“Pomona?” he whispered.
She stopped, looking over to him and waited.
“I didn’t want to…he was the closest thing I had to a mentor. I didn’t want to.”
Sighing heavily, she murmured, “Albus was dying.”
He looked to her startled.
She snorted. “Come now! I run the greenhouses that you get your materials from. If you don’t get them from me, you purchase them from the apothecaries I sell to.” Sprout sighed heavily she told him. “Given the state of his hand, it could have only been Albus you were making those particular potions for.” When he blinked at her owlishly, she laughed and stated, “Just goes to show that we Hufflepuffs aren’t as dimwitted as you all think.”
In the next heartbeat the scene in front of Hermione vanished as the door opened and Madam Pomfrey came into the room. It was as if what she had seen hadn’t been real. Biting her lip, she wondered if she were sane.
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Severus sat in front of Albus Dumbledore’s portrait sipping on his coffee. He had told him what Hermione Granger was going through and the oddity of it all. Most of all he was concerned that the young woman might be going through something none of them there would be familiar with.
“She knew that Miss Parkinson is pregnant,” he muttered. “How?”
“Where was she before this?” Dumbledore asked him casually.
“The restroom…”
“Ahh…”
Frowning Severus snapped. “Don’t keep me in suspense. Out with it already, old man.”
Laughing Albus said, “You know that as accurate as magical testing for pregnancy is, often times the girls who have been given the news that they are to be mothers don’t believe it.” Snape’s eyes widened at this. “Oh yes, it seems that they go through extreme denial. To the point that Poppy was so frustrated that she bought several muggle pregnancy tests as a way to give the girls a way to prove to themselves the truth…”
“And you’re telling me this why?”
“By any chance do you know how they work?” he asked the new headmaster. “They have to urinate on a chemically treated stick. In other words, Severus my boy, the girl sat down to do the test. And as Miss Granger had to take care of her body’s waste elimination, she had to do much the same.”
“You’re suggesting that she’s able to know by touching an object what a person was thinking at the time they touch it? Amazing,” he whispered. “But what kind of inharitance is that, Albus?”
“Perhaps she is something new?” he suggested. “We are all not alike. And Miss Granger is very unlike so many others, why should what she is magically be any different?”
“She would have to be a pain in my…”
Poppy rushed into the office. “There’s a magical shield all around Miss Granger that won’t go away.”
Severus jumped up and rushed over to the room that Hermione had been taken to after both Poppy and he thought it would be best to isolate her. He entered the room and found Hermione sitting in the corner of the room, reaching out and touching what appeared to be a translucent white glowing shield around her.
He went over to her and kneeled next to the shield, touching it. It felt solid, he thought, looking to her then.
“Miss Granger?” She looked to him. “What happened? When did this occur?”
“About twenty minutes ago,” she told him.
“What were you thinking?”
She worried her lip and the shield became larger, pushing him back.
“Stop!” he exclaimed. “I’m not here to hurt you!”
Hermione looked at him again. “Am I crazy?”
“No,” he told her. “You aren’t. We may not know what you have inherited, but I suspect you may be able to do some rather amazing things if this shield of yours is any indication of it.”
“I saw you,” she whispered. “In this room.” She looked around. “You came after…after you killed Professor Dumbledore. You spoke to Professor Sprout.” The shield shrank some, but still remained up. “You looked so sad.” She looked at him. “He was a bastard for making you do it, but what choice was there?”
Severus wanted to run from the room, but stayed where he was, as the shield kept shrinking until it wasn’t there at all.
“What now?” she asked him.
“Now?” Severus murmured. “Now we eat. It’s far past lunch and I for one am starving.”
They ate in his office, as he was in no mood to deal with Poppy’s protests. This had Hermione relaxing all the more as well as she wasn’t in any mood to deal with any and all questions she would be sure to be asked by one and all. When they sat down to eat, Severus frowned as he watched her looking at the plate in front of her.
“Is something the matter?” he asked her.
She looked up at him sharply. “I, uh, I…” And the force field went up in that instant.
“Miss Granger…Hermione, you’re safe here,” he murmured. “No matter what you may say.”
Blinking at him, she whispered, “Really?”
“Within reason of course,” he added.
She smiled to herself, as the shield vanished. “One of the students that came here to be punished sat in this chair recently. I just picked up on his thoughts. They were rather mundane images to tell you the truth.”
“They often are,” he mumbled into a spoonful of soup.
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