Digging for the Truth
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6
Hermione Granger woke up the next morning filled with resolve. It didn't matter if she was breaking school and wizarding laws to do so, she would get the information out of Snape. Certain things were just worth breaking the rules for.
It also didn't matter that she had had a fairly erotic dream about said Professor the night before. While a bit distressing, she was a logical witch. She was willing to attribute the whole affair to nerves combined with her concentration on the man before she had fallen asleep. She also didn't have enough time to properly analyze the dream. That would have to wait until after she found out who the Dark Lord was planning to attack which was both more relevant and more important.
The three Gryffindors ate breakfast largely in silence, sobered by the tasks ahead of them. Besides, their first class of the day was Potions and none of them were looking forward to it. They felt a bit uneasy about being confined to the same room with the man they were secretly plotting against. It was if they suspected he would be able to discern their plan simply by looking at them. Nor was that suspicion as far-fetched as one might assume. If Snape had strong enough suspicions, nothing was stopping him from casting a Legimens and dragging it out of them forcibly.
"Ron, have you decided how you will distract Snape yet?" questioned Hermione.
"It will come to me soon enough, not to worry." was managed, his mouth full with toast.
"Ronald Weasley! He is not an ignorant man! You need to keep him busy for thirty minutes. You better come up with something good!" Hermione realized when she had finished, that her words were oddly similar to those the Snape of her dream had used. She tried to physically shake the dream out of her head upon that realization.
"Yes, Ron, I'm betting a few simple items from your brothers' shop won't work either," added Harry.
The three Gryffindors made their way to the dungeons shortly afterwards, dreading the time they would have to spend in the presence of their Potions Master, perhaps even more than Neville usually did. Other students collected outside the classroom and they chatted with the other Gryffindors to pass the time. They did not have to suffer the anticipation of the impending doom for long. Their professor came striding down the hallway, black robes billowing behind him, minutes after they had arrived.
It did not take very long for the students, Slytherin and Gryffindor alike, to realize that the wizard was in one of his worse moods. He had taken 50 points from Gryffindor and even 10 points from Slytherin before the students had begun boiling the ingredients of the particularly difficult potion in their cauldrons.
Hermione had even found it difficult, but had managed precise amounts of ingredients and temperature. The rest of the class was not having such luck. She concentrated on trying to help Neville recover his botched potion before Snape had noticed. On casting a quick look in the direction of Harry and Ron, she noticed Ron's brow was furrowed and Harry's eyes looked nervous. Their nervousness was not without reason, smoke was rising from their cauldron, whose contents were distinctly the wrong color. She was too far away to help them and hoped Snape wouldn't notice before they were able to fix it. She turned back to Neville.
Severous Snape, however, was a man who missed very little. It was also very easy to pick out cauldrons which were smoking. In fact, 5 cauldrons in his classroom were doing so at the moment. One particular cauldron caught his eyes though, the cauldron surrounded by Weasley and Potter. It was too good a chance to pass up, and he was looking forward to pouncing on it.
"Ah, Misters Potter and Weasley, exactly what is this catastrophe you have brewed? I wonder if it is of any use, as I'm quite sure it will not have the desired effect. Perhaps if you throw your robes in there, we will find it is a potent stain remover. But, I doubt we could hope for even that." Snape spat out.Slytherins snickered quickly in response, careful not to do so too loudly and have him turn on them next.
"We followed instructions." returned Harry defiantly.
"Thinking the problem lies in the instructions and not your own incompetence is precisely why you will be showing up in my office tonight for remedial potions. I'm beginning to wonder if it would be wise to require the same of Mr.Weasley in the future."
Both Harry and Ron simmered silently at this comment. They, along with Snape, knew that was only supposed to be a cover story, yet Snape was openly using it to humiliate Harry for the benefit of the Slytherins. And he knew perfectly well that Harry couldn't disagree or set the record straight, as per order of Dumbledore. He had Harry exactly where he wanted him and a smirk came across his face. Satisfied he had made his point to the young man, he whipped around, his black robes following suit with a slight swish of heavy fabric.
As he walked towards the front of the classroom he noticed Hermione Granger had turned around in her seat to watch the confrontation between him and Potter. Instead of wearing the same boiling expression her two comrades had, she had merely cocked her head to one side and was watching his every move intently. He snarled, having hoped all of the trio, the only ones who knew the truth behind the cover, would be equally phased by his jarring words.
The young witch had been taken back by the look in the Potion Master's eyes when he was humiliating Harry. It had been so similar to the look in them when he had been interrogating her about her fictional quill in her dream the night before. Even the smirk afterwards, when he had known he had Harry just where he wanted him, as he known he had had her. She was watching him intently, comparing all his subsequent actions to those in her dream. So intently, in fact, she was not even aware he was now focused on her. Had she been, she would have turned away quickly as other students smartly did.
Deciding she could use putting in her place as much as Potter and Weasley, if not more so, he began his attack on her. "And you, Miss Granger, do you not feel I made an accurate assessment of Mister Potter's and Mister Weasley's work?" The man had positioned her in a corner.
"No, sir, I mean, yes sir, I mean..." she tried, realizing it was a trap and there was simply no good answer to his question. As he moved closer to her, many of the feelings from the dream were rushing back to her. She knew the rest of the dream couldn't possibly ensue. They were in a classroom filled with students. But, she was disconcerted enough to give up the fight and bury her head in her own potion once again, careful to keep her eyes down, hoping he might give up his offensive. The Potions Master was not a man who would give up an offensive that easily. Unfortunately for him, the bell rang, signalling the end of the class, moments later. He ended with a snarl, as he was forced to busy himself overseeing the collection of students' potions, unable to continue with her.
It also didn't matter that she had had a fairly erotic dream about said Professor the night before. While a bit distressing, she was a logical witch. She was willing to attribute the whole affair to nerves combined with her concentration on the man before she had fallen asleep. She also didn't have enough time to properly analyze the dream. That would have to wait until after she found out who the Dark Lord was planning to attack which was both more relevant and more important.
The three Gryffindors ate breakfast largely in silence, sobered by the tasks ahead of them. Besides, their first class of the day was Potions and none of them were looking forward to it. They felt a bit uneasy about being confined to the same room with the man they were secretly plotting against. It was if they suspected he would be able to discern their plan simply by looking at them. Nor was that suspicion as far-fetched as one might assume. If Snape had strong enough suspicions, nothing was stopping him from casting a Legimens and dragging it out of them forcibly.
"Ron, have you decided how you will distract Snape yet?" questioned Hermione.
"It will come to me soon enough, not to worry." was managed, his mouth full with toast.
"Ronald Weasley! He is not an ignorant man! You need to keep him busy for thirty minutes. You better come up with something good!" Hermione realized when she had finished, that her words were oddly similar to those the Snape of her dream had used. She tried to physically shake the dream out of her head upon that realization.
"Yes, Ron, I'm betting a few simple items from your brothers' shop won't work either," added Harry.
The three Gryffindors made their way to the dungeons shortly afterwards, dreading the time they would have to spend in the presence of their Potions Master, perhaps even more than Neville usually did. Other students collected outside the classroom and they chatted with the other Gryffindors to pass the time. They did not have to suffer the anticipation of the impending doom for long. Their professor came striding down the hallway, black robes billowing behind him, minutes after they had arrived.
It did not take very long for the students, Slytherin and Gryffindor alike, to realize that the wizard was in one of his worse moods. He had taken 50 points from Gryffindor and even 10 points from Slytherin before the students had begun boiling the ingredients of the particularly difficult potion in their cauldrons.
Hermione had even found it difficult, but had managed precise amounts of ingredients and temperature. The rest of the class was not having such luck. She concentrated on trying to help Neville recover his botched potion before Snape had noticed. On casting a quick look in the direction of Harry and Ron, she noticed Ron's brow was furrowed and Harry's eyes looked nervous. Their nervousness was not without reason, smoke was rising from their cauldron, whose contents were distinctly the wrong color. She was too far away to help them and hoped Snape wouldn't notice before they were able to fix it. She turned back to Neville.
Severous Snape, however, was a man who missed very little. It was also very easy to pick out cauldrons which were smoking. In fact, 5 cauldrons in his classroom were doing so at the moment. One particular cauldron caught his eyes though, the cauldron surrounded by Weasley and Potter. It was too good a chance to pass up, and he was looking forward to pouncing on it.
"Ah, Misters Potter and Weasley, exactly what is this catastrophe you have brewed? I wonder if it is of any use, as I'm quite sure it will not have the desired effect. Perhaps if you throw your robes in there, we will find it is a potent stain remover. But, I doubt we could hope for even that." Snape spat out.Slytherins snickered quickly in response, careful not to do so too loudly and have him turn on them next.
"We followed instructions." returned Harry defiantly.
"Thinking the problem lies in the instructions and not your own incompetence is precisely why you will be showing up in my office tonight for remedial potions. I'm beginning to wonder if it would be wise to require the same of Mr.Weasley in the future."
Both Harry and Ron simmered silently at this comment. They, along with Snape, knew that was only supposed to be a cover story, yet Snape was openly using it to humiliate Harry for the benefit of the Slytherins. And he knew perfectly well that Harry couldn't disagree or set the record straight, as per order of Dumbledore. He had Harry exactly where he wanted him and a smirk came across his face. Satisfied he had made his point to the young man, he whipped around, his black robes following suit with a slight swish of heavy fabric.
As he walked towards the front of the classroom he noticed Hermione Granger had turned around in her seat to watch the confrontation between him and Potter. Instead of wearing the same boiling expression her two comrades had, she had merely cocked her head to one side and was watching his every move intently. He snarled, having hoped all of the trio, the only ones who knew the truth behind the cover, would be equally phased by his jarring words.
The young witch had been taken back by the look in the Potion Master's eyes when he was humiliating Harry. It had been so similar to the look in them when he had been interrogating her about her fictional quill in her dream the night before. Even the smirk afterwards, when he had known he had Harry just where he wanted him, as he known he had had her. She was watching him intently, comparing all his subsequent actions to those in her dream. So intently, in fact, she was not even aware he was now focused on her. Had she been, she would have turned away quickly as other students smartly did.
Deciding she could use putting in her place as much as Potter and Weasley, if not more so, he began his attack on her. "And you, Miss Granger, do you not feel I made an accurate assessment of Mister Potter's and Mister Weasley's work?" The man had positioned her in a corner.
"No, sir, I mean, yes sir, I mean..." she tried, realizing it was a trap and there was simply no good answer to his question. As he moved closer to her, many of the feelings from the dream were rushing back to her. She knew the rest of the dream couldn't possibly ensue. They were in a classroom filled with students. But, she was disconcerted enough to give up the fight and bury her head in her own potion once again, careful to keep her eyes down, hoping he might give up his offensive. The Potions Master was not a man who would give up an offensive that easily. Unfortunately for him, the bell rang, signalling the end of the class, moments later. He ended with a snarl, as he was forced to busy himself overseeing the collection of students' potions, unable to continue with her.