Where do we go from here?

Severus’ point of view, thanks for reading!

While I lay here I think about all of the strange things that happened tonight. First thing was the glamour- when she entered the room I noticed it straight away. The glamour seemed to cover most of her back, she does not know that I noticed it but I did. I will work out why she had need of one.

Another thing that I found strange would be the lights; I understand that most females are afraid that their bodies are not good enough or that they think that they are too fat. But I love all females of any size and shape; it is what is on the inside that counts. So I thought I would compromise and dim the lights but all she did was whip out her wand and turn them off completely. Is she that ashamed of her body that she feels like she has to hide it from my eyes?

The last thing that caught my attention was her aversion to touch; this is the most unusual for me. She really did not want me to touch her at all. It took some argument just for me to touch her, now that I think about it, even though she comforts people she never actually touches them unless she has to. But even then she flinches and pulls away as soon as possible.

The whole evening was very peculiar and Miss Hermione Granger is very different. I will most definitely be watching her over the next few days. But for now I must sleep. I look over my shoulder and there she is half hanging off the far side of the bed, fast asleep.

Well I can not just leave her like that can I? No, she will end up falling off of the bed and hurting herself. I put my arm around her waist and pull her over to me. I gaze down at her face; when she sleeps she looks so cute I think. Soon enough my eyelids begin to droop and I too fall asleep.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Back in Hermione’s point of view--------------------

I wake up after a few hours of sleep, and look around, I try to turn over but I can’t, something is holding me down!

I push against what ever it is; trying to get it off of me. I look down and to my relief see that it is Professor Snape’s arm. I try to lift it away but he holds on tighter. I growl in frustration, “Move! Let me up!” I struggle some more, and finally he wakes up.

“What are you doing you silly woman?” he asks, “It is 5 o’clock on Sunday morning go back to sleep” he says and snuggles up into my back. I freeze; my back! the glamour must have worn off by now. Shit.

I begin to struggle even more, kicking my feet, trying to get him off of me. He sits up “What!” he bellows.

“I… err I need the bathroom and you were holding me down” I say.

He grunts and falls back to sleep. Good. I can’t have him getting suspicious can I? I make my way into the bathroom and check my back. It is a good thing that I did; my scars are really obvious. If he had seen them then he would have asked awkward questions about my scars. Then they would all know what I am and I can’t have that happen.

Thinking about my scars gives me flashbacks, taking me back to the cell. Returning too the knives and whips and needles and… stop! Breathe one and two, one and two.

Well what can I say? It was a bad place that I deserved to go to for doing what I did. Killing my fam … no! Stop thinking!

Finally I finish getting ready for the day and leave our rooms heading towards the Great Hall for breakfast.

*Else where and a few hours later so about 11 o’clock*

An evil laugh echoed through the house, “Yes this is the Mudblood’s brother’s house” a voice yelled out. More laughter followed by screams, a boy’s screams.

More laughter, “Look at the little muggle bleed, tell me boy who is your sister?” a voice asks.

“Hermione, Hermione Granger, but you can’t hurt her, she is not here; she is at a safe place”

“Never mind you can be the entertainment till she comes, Crucio!”

*Back to Hermione*

I was in the library when it happened; the sudden pain in my chest, as though my heart was being ripped out of my chest. I fell to the floor screaming “Kyle!”

My brother, well step brother, is in pain. He is going to die; I can feel it. More pain washes over me, “KYLE!” I scream. Teachers and students are surrounding me.

There is a reason I am feeling all of this pain; after everything that happened last summer I gave my brother a charm that alerts me if he is in trouble from any magical source. The pain shows me that he is. I need to get to him; he is all that I have left. I must protect him at all costs.

I drag myself to my feet, and a flare of pure magic bursts from my body throwing those around me away and to the ground.

I get up and begin to run. I race past anyone that gets in the way, but I’m too slow. Fuck it; I don’t care if they find out. I morph into my Animagus form, a white panther and begin to run even faster. Sprinting towards the front doors my only thought is to get out of the gates so that I can apparate to my brothers house.

*mean while, at the orders head quarters a few minutes before Hermione‘s attack.*

“Severus, Remus and Sirius, we have reports of a death eater attack on a family of Muggles. I want you to go and sort this out, understood” asked Dumbledore?

“Yes sir” they all answered and apparated.