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Severus finds Hermione
Chapter 33:- Severus finds Hermione
Tolmie, true to his word, was able to procure the unicorn horn. Severus never asked how he had managed this feat, and Tolmie never offered to tell him.
Tolmie had a good relationship with all the magical creatures in the Wizarding World. Through his Empathic link, he was able to calm the creatures and converse with them using mind-speak.
If mind-speak were to be explained, Tolmie would have to say that it was a variety of Legilimency, however, it didn’t even come close, as both parties got to see the true intentions of the other. Through this bond, it was impossible to lie. He would never share his knowledge of mind-speak with anyone, as they might try to use it to their own ends. Tolmie didn’t want to inadvertently become a pawn in some wizard’s or witch’s plotting for power.
Being a virgin by choice, it made it easy to approach the unicorns and request their horns. The horn would magically grow back almost instantly if cut using the right tools and given freely of the animal’s own will. Once it was discussed with the unicorns, the true nature of what he needed the horn for, they were more than willing to aid him in his quest.
The dragon’s scale was a little more problematic to obtain, dragons being the magical creatures that they are. Feisty doesn’t even being to describe a dragon; Tolmie was almost torched trying to get hold of the dragon’s scale. Once his intentions were formally discussed, with Tolmie hiding behind a rock, the dragons were a little less wary of Tolmie, and he took flight on the back of Swedish Short-Snout to pluck the scale from its back.
It was now the 19th of September, and the potion was near completion. As Severus added the final ingredient, he heard the sizzle as the unicorn horn dissolved. Then the potion changed from blood red into a muddy brown. According to the text, this was correct.
Reaching into his robe pocket, Severus extracted Miss Granger’s wand, cradling it as if it was something fragile and essential. Willing his hand to stop shaking, he flicked his wand at the blue flame underneath the cauldron and extinguished the flame. Carefully he dropped both parts of Hermione’s wand into the muddy brown liquid and held his breath.
Tolmie was watching eagerly next to Severus, as he saw the wand lift up into the air and turn a bright blue. It mended itself together as it shone. The light that was coming off the wand was almost blinding. Both wizards turned away at the same time, shielding their eyes with their arms.
When the light had vanished, both wizards turned their faces back to the cauldron. There, sitting on the table next to the cauldron, was Miss Granger’s wand. It was once again whole and looked very much like it had looked, Severus assumed, when she had held it last during the Final Battle.
Severus reached out to take the wand in his hand. As his fingers curled around it, he felt the magic flowing through it. It wanted to return to its owner and he felt it vibrate in his hand.
“It wants to go back to Miss Granger,” the Potions Master whispered. “I can feel it.”
“Then go find her,” Tolmie urged the younger wizard.
Severus nodded his head and turned around. Striding confidently, he made his way to the door. Before he turned the doorknob, however, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Here, I want you to take this,” Tolmie said.
Severus turned, looked at Tolmie’s outstretched hand, and saw a beautiful, plain gold ring in his hand.
Perplexed, he turned his eyes to meet the empath.
“What …” was all he managed to say before Tolmie, sensing his confusion, added, “It is a kind of a Reverse Portkey. If you are ever in need of me, all you have to do is remove it and drop it wherever you are, and I will be transported to your location.”
Severus felt deeply indebted to Tolmie. His voice failed him as he took the ring from the older man, slipping it onto his finger. Tolmie then lifted up his wand and tapped the ring on Severus’ finger; it immediately shrank to fit his finger snugly and became invisible.
The Potions Master nodded his head once more and with that, he left the room.
***
Cornelius Fudge had just finished warding the fireplace and the door to the study in his residence. He didn’t want any interruptions whatsoever, especially while reading the book he now held in his hand.
Cornelius sat down on the settee and crossed one leg over the other. Placing the book on his lap, he looked at the title, How to Raise the Power. Getting more comfortable in the armchair, he opened up the book and scanned the index, looking for anything to do with the possession of another wizard’s powers and how to harness them. His eyes fell onto a particularly promising chapter called “Stealing Power,” and he quickly flipped to page 132.
Scrutinizing the words, his face suddenly fell when he came across something that he had never noticed before. Not that he had read this particular text before, but he had read loads of other Dark Arts books that were strikingly similar.
He placed his head in his hand as he persisted in examining the spell, a look of deep concentration upon his brow.
This spell requires the wizard, or witch, to perform the linking of powers on the coldest day in December. The wizard or witch who will have their powers bound is at their peak at this time, if they are given the “harnessing potion” (see page 133) a total of twelve days before this spell is attempted. This spell may be performed on another day, (as close to December as possible); however, this may prove to be harmful to the wizard or witch wishing to exploit the power of another and even, in extreme cases, prove fatal. Of course, if attempting this spell at another time, the wizard or witch must still give the “harnessing potion” to…
“Blah blah blah,” Cornelius spat as he slammed the book shut, throwing it into the corner.
’Why didn’t I read this before?’ his inner monologue began. ’Because you thought you were untouchable.’
He stood and went to his liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of port.
’Now, what am I to do? Miss Granger has been released and there is no way of keeping her untraceable like she was in Calan Park. Before long that old fool will do another one of his location spells and my whole life will fall apart.’
He sat down heavily in his armchair and thought some more.
’Well, at least Mr Finn can keep her silenced with the potion until I figure this out a little bit more. Think, Cornelius, think.’ He tapped his temple with his fingers thoughtfully while taking a sip of port.
***
Severus was being led along by Miss Hermione Granger’s wand. Fortunately for him, he had stuffed it up the left-hand sleeve of his robes, as his arm was slightly stretched out in front of him, and he was being dragged along by the power of the potion placed upon the wand.
He was receiving strange looks from the people he passed in the street, but he paid them no heed.
’Great,’ he thought, ’she would have to be in Muggle London, of all places.’
He had been to Muggle London on several other occasions when he had worked for the Order; however, he was not familiar with this particular part of it.
’Hurry up, potion and do your job. The quicker I find Miss Granger, the quicker I can get back to my life,’ he thought as his pace quickened.
***
Hermione had just finished work and was on her way home. She had worked at the store for a little over a week and found the work there to be dull and repetitive. The other employees and her boss, Mr Bryant, were nice enough; however, she felt like she was a shell of her former self. Call it intuition, but she thought she was destined for something better.
’Oh well,' she deliberated, 'it doesn’t really matter until I get my memories back.’
Turning the corner, she bumped into something solid and landed on her bum. Picking herself up off the ground and rubbing her sore behind, she gazed up at a weird-looking man.
’What a creep.’ She shivered uncomfortably as his eyes bored into hers.
“Excuse me,” she said, breaking the spell that had the older man held captivated.
She pushed her way around him when it was obvious that he wasn’t even going to apologise for knocking her over.
Severus was enchanted by Hermione’s face as he stared into her eyes. She looked uncertain and she definitely didn’t recognize him. If she had, she probably would have left him with some scathing comment; her reaction would have been very different. He took in the scar on her forehead. It was an exact replica of Harry Potter’s scar, but that couldn’t be right, could it?
He whirled around and found her walking away from him at a brisk pace. Finding his voice, he shouted out to her, “Miss Granger!” His voice held a hint of uncertainty in it, and he found himself trembling.
When Severus said those two words, he was hoping against hope that he had found her and could now bring her back to Hogwarts, to Albus, to finally be free to pursue his own life and happiness, whatever that may be.
Hermione stopped walking and froze on the spot. Turning around ever so slowly, she held her head to the side and surveyed him.
The Potions Master stepped towards her until he was standing as close as he dared. Scanning her eyes, he noticed the indecision in them.
“Yes,” she replied. “Do I know you?” she asked, biting on her bottom lip.
“You don’t recognize me?” he enquired, still scanning her face.
“No, Sir, I don’t,” Hermione responded, looking up at him.
“Where have you been for the last nine months?” he posed, changing the subject completely. His eyes never left hers, and it was as if he held her in some sort of trance.
Snapping out of it, she shook herself and took a hesitant step backwards.
“Do I know you?” she repeated the question once more.
“You should, Miss Granger,” he responded in his sarcastic teacher’s voice. “I have been your Potions professor for the last six and a half years.” He paused, watching her, before he added in a whisper, “That was before you disappeared from the Final Battle. It will be my pleasure to escort you back to Hogwarts.” He spat out the word “pleasure” as if it was something that he truly didn’t think of as enjoyable. He waited for her to respond.
Hermione was standing as if stuck to the spot. ’What is this crazy man talking about and why is he staring at me with such an intense look in his eyes? It feels like he is looking at my very soul.’
After a while Severus grew impatient with waiting for her response, and he leant in close to her ear. He whispered in a menacing tone, “So are you going to come with me to Hogwarts, or do I have to throw you over my shoulder and drag you there kicking and screaming the entire way?”
Hermione shivered as the dark man’s words hit home. She panicked and did the only thing she thought would get this madman away from her. She kneed him in the groin. It was out of pure instinct, really, and before he even hit the floor, she was running in the opposite direction and up the flight of stairs to her flat.
***
A/N:- So there you have it. The chapter you have all been waiting for where Severus finally finds Hermione. Didn’t go down too well though, did it? Poor Severus, but honestly he should have chosen his words a little bit more carefully.
Please review.
Thank you, LariLee, for betaing this for me.
Disclaimer: Now would J.K. be this horrid? I am not her.
Tolmie, true to his word, was able to procure the unicorn horn. Severus never asked how he had managed this feat, and Tolmie never offered to tell him.
Tolmie had a good relationship with all the magical creatures in the Wizarding World. Through his Empathic link, he was able to calm the creatures and converse with them using mind-speak.
If mind-speak were to be explained, Tolmie would have to say that it was a variety of Legilimency, however, it didn’t even come close, as both parties got to see the true intentions of the other. Through this bond, it was impossible to lie. He would never share his knowledge of mind-speak with anyone, as they might try to use it to their own ends. Tolmie didn’t want to inadvertently become a pawn in some wizard’s or witch’s plotting for power.
Being a virgin by choice, it made it easy to approach the unicorns and request their horns. The horn would magically grow back almost instantly if cut using the right tools and given freely of the animal’s own will. Once it was discussed with the unicorns, the true nature of what he needed the horn for, they were more than willing to aid him in his quest.
The dragon’s scale was a little more problematic to obtain, dragons being the magical creatures that they are. Feisty doesn’t even being to describe a dragon; Tolmie was almost torched trying to get hold of the dragon’s scale. Once his intentions were formally discussed, with Tolmie hiding behind a rock, the dragons were a little less wary of Tolmie, and he took flight on the back of Swedish Short-Snout to pluck the scale from its back.
It was now the 19th of September, and the potion was near completion. As Severus added the final ingredient, he heard the sizzle as the unicorn horn dissolved. Then the potion changed from blood red into a muddy brown. According to the text, this was correct.
Reaching into his robe pocket, Severus extracted Miss Granger’s wand, cradling it as if it was something fragile and essential. Willing his hand to stop shaking, he flicked his wand at the blue flame underneath the cauldron and extinguished the flame. Carefully he dropped both parts of Hermione’s wand into the muddy brown liquid and held his breath.
Tolmie was watching eagerly next to Severus, as he saw the wand lift up into the air and turn a bright blue. It mended itself together as it shone. The light that was coming off the wand was almost blinding. Both wizards turned away at the same time, shielding their eyes with their arms.
When the light had vanished, both wizards turned their faces back to the cauldron. There, sitting on the table next to the cauldron, was Miss Granger’s wand. It was once again whole and looked very much like it had looked, Severus assumed, when she had held it last during the Final Battle.
Severus reached out to take the wand in his hand. As his fingers curled around it, he felt the magic flowing through it. It wanted to return to its owner and he felt it vibrate in his hand.
“It wants to go back to Miss Granger,” the Potions Master whispered. “I can feel it.”
“Then go find her,” Tolmie urged the younger wizard.
Severus nodded his head and turned around. Striding confidently, he made his way to the door. Before he turned the doorknob, however, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Here, I want you to take this,” Tolmie said.
Severus turned, looked at Tolmie’s outstretched hand, and saw a beautiful, plain gold ring in his hand.
Perplexed, he turned his eyes to meet the empath.
“What …” was all he managed to say before Tolmie, sensing his confusion, added, “It is a kind of a Reverse Portkey. If you are ever in need of me, all you have to do is remove it and drop it wherever you are, and I will be transported to your location.”
Severus felt deeply indebted to Tolmie. His voice failed him as he took the ring from the older man, slipping it onto his finger. Tolmie then lifted up his wand and tapped the ring on Severus’ finger; it immediately shrank to fit his finger snugly and became invisible.
The Potions Master nodded his head once more and with that, he left the room.
***
Cornelius Fudge had just finished warding the fireplace and the door to the study in his residence. He didn’t want any interruptions whatsoever, especially while reading the book he now held in his hand.
Cornelius sat down on the settee and crossed one leg over the other. Placing the book on his lap, he looked at the title, How to Raise the Power. Getting more comfortable in the armchair, he opened up the book and scanned the index, looking for anything to do with the possession of another wizard’s powers and how to harness them. His eyes fell onto a particularly promising chapter called “Stealing Power,” and he quickly flipped to page 132.
Scrutinizing the words, his face suddenly fell when he came across something that he had never noticed before. Not that he had read this particular text before, but he had read loads of other Dark Arts books that were strikingly similar.
He placed his head in his hand as he persisted in examining the spell, a look of deep concentration upon his brow.
This spell requires the wizard, or witch, to perform the linking of powers on the coldest day in December. The wizard or witch who will have their powers bound is at their peak at this time, if they are given the “harnessing potion” (see page 133) a total of twelve days before this spell is attempted. This spell may be performed on another day, (as close to December as possible); however, this may prove to be harmful to the wizard or witch wishing to exploit the power of another and even, in extreme cases, prove fatal. Of course, if attempting this spell at another time, the wizard or witch must still give the “harnessing potion” to…
“Blah blah blah,” Cornelius spat as he slammed the book shut, throwing it into the corner.
’Why didn’t I read this before?’ his inner monologue began. ’Because you thought you were untouchable.’
He stood and went to his liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of port.
’Now, what am I to do? Miss Granger has been released and there is no way of keeping her untraceable like she was in Calan Park. Before long that old fool will do another one of his location spells and my whole life will fall apart.’
He sat down heavily in his armchair and thought some more.
’Well, at least Mr Finn can keep her silenced with the potion until I figure this out a little bit more. Think, Cornelius, think.’ He tapped his temple with his fingers thoughtfully while taking a sip of port.
***
Severus was being led along by Miss Hermione Granger’s wand. Fortunately for him, he had stuffed it up the left-hand sleeve of his robes, as his arm was slightly stretched out in front of him, and he was being dragged along by the power of the potion placed upon the wand.
He was receiving strange looks from the people he passed in the street, but he paid them no heed.
’Great,’ he thought, ’she would have to be in Muggle London, of all places.’
He had been to Muggle London on several other occasions when he had worked for the Order; however, he was not familiar with this particular part of it.
’Hurry up, potion and do your job. The quicker I find Miss Granger, the quicker I can get back to my life,’ he thought as his pace quickened.
***
Hermione had just finished work and was on her way home. She had worked at the store for a little over a week and found the work there to be dull and repetitive. The other employees and her boss, Mr Bryant, were nice enough; however, she felt like she was a shell of her former self. Call it intuition, but she thought she was destined for something better.
’Oh well,' she deliberated, 'it doesn’t really matter until I get my memories back.’
Turning the corner, she bumped into something solid and landed on her bum. Picking herself up off the ground and rubbing her sore behind, she gazed up at a weird-looking man.
’What a creep.’ She shivered uncomfortably as his eyes bored into hers.
“Excuse me,” she said, breaking the spell that had the older man held captivated.
She pushed her way around him when it was obvious that he wasn’t even going to apologise for knocking her over.
Severus was enchanted by Hermione’s face as he stared into her eyes. She looked uncertain and she definitely didn’t recognize him. If she had, she probably would have left him with some scathing comment; her reaction would have been very different. He took in the scar on her forehead. It was an exact replica of Harry Potter’s scar, but that couldn’t be right, could it?
He whirled around and found her walking away from him at a brisk pace. Finding his voice, he shouted out to her, “Miss Granger!” His voice held a hint of uncertainty in it, and he found himself trembling.
When Severus said those two words, he was hoping against hope that he had found her and could now bring her back to Hogwarts, to Albus, to finally be free to pursue his own life and happiness, whatever that may be.
Hermione stopped walking and froze on the spot. Turning around ever so slowly, she held her head to the side and surveyed him.
The Potions Master stepped towards her until he was standing as close as he dared. Scanning her eyes, he noticed the indecision in them.
“Yes,” she replied. “Do I know you?” she asked, biting on her bottom lip.
“You don’t recognize me?” he enquired, still scanning her face.
“No, Sir, I don’t,” Hermione responded, looking up at him.
“Where have you been for the last nine months?” he posed, changing the subject completely. His eyes never left hers, and it was as if he held her in some sort of trance.
Snapping out of it, she shook herself and took a hesitant step backwards.
“Do I know you?” she repeated the question once more.
“You should, Miss Granger,” he responded in his sarcastic teacher’s voice. “I have been your Potions professor for the last six and a half years.” He paused, watching her, before he added in a whisper, “That was before you disappeared from the Final Battle. It will be my pleasure to escort you back to Hogwarts.” He spat out the word “pleasure” as if it was something that he truly didn’t think of as enjoyable. He waited for her to respond.
Hermione was standing as if stuck to the spot. ’What is this crazy man talking about and why is he staring at me with such an intense look in his eyes? It feels like he is looking at my very soul.’
After a while Severus grew impatient with waiting for her response, and he leant in close to her ear. He whispered in a menacing tone, “So are you going to come with me to Hogwarts, or do I have to throw you over my shoulder and drag you there kicking and screaming the entire way?”
Hermione shivered as the dark man’s words hit home. She panicked and did the only thing she thought would get this madman away from her. She kneed him in the groin. It was out of pure instinct, really, and before he even hit the floor, she was running in the opposite direction and up the flight of stairs to her flat.
***
A/N:- So there you have it. The chapter you have all been waiting for where Severus finally finds Hermione. Didn’t go down too well though, did it? Poor Severus, but honestly he should have chosen his words a little bit more carefully.
Please review.
Thank you, LariLee, for betaing this for me.
Disclaimer: Now would J.K. be this horrid? I am not her.