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Chapter 8 and a half.......
.... Hermione talked and talked until she was hoarse. Dumbledore paced and listened.
....
It was close to two in the morning now. Thankfully, tomorrow was a Sunday.
“This is remarkable. Love brings about the fall of Tom Riddle. It is always as I have said!” Dumbledore was pacing after the third hour of their talk. Hermione was exhausted from talking but she needed his advice and he had to know everything.
“Yes, sir.” Hermione sighed.
“You say Snape becomes a teacher and my confident. That I push him to become a double spy for the Order and he is killed because of Voldemort?”
“The price of Lily Potter’s death, I am sure.” Hermione interjects.
“What a terrible life for such a young boy. Can we do nothing to stop it?” Dumbledore looks genuinely remorseful.
“Snape punishes himself for the choices he makes. His guilt is what fuels that passion to stop the Dark Lord. He sacrifices everything for us!” Hermione wrings her hands.
“Unfortunately it is imperative that everything happens the way it did before. Snape must die; Voldemort must believe he is the holder of the Elder Wand. Our future depends on that deception.” Hermione looked stricken, and a single tear fell down her face at the thought of the boy Severus dying so brutally.
Dumbledore searched her surface thoughts and read true regret.
“Now what of the Potion, Snape made. The girl he sacrificed. In all likelihood you are shaping up to be that victim, you realize.” Dumbledore pointed out.
“But I am not a virgin, Sir. I lost my virginity to Ron Weasley just after the fall of Voldemort. I cannot possibly be that girl. “
“Then you will be useless to the dark lord when the time of the ritual partakes of itself.. He may kill you instead. To teach Severus a lesson.”
“Oh gods what do I do?” Hermione’s eyes widened at the implication.
“Ms. Granger, have you considered that you may be destined to die here at this time?” Dumbledore’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Time is a strange thing. Perhaps, you have always been here. The only one who would recall you would be Severus. If I recognized you, I would caution him not to reveal whom you were, or are to us respectively. Lupin and Black have had limited contact with you and may have simply forgotten with time.”
Hermione shook her head and she felt a cold pulse in her stomach at the thought of dying. Strangely she had never felt as close to death as she did right now. Sure, it was close before; however, she always had Harry and Ron to comfort her. She had nothing remotely close to that feeling here.
The utter loneliness of this world right now was pressing in around her as she stared at her only connection to her world, which would soon be Obliviated. She felt a tear slide down her face at the futility of her cause. She still had not figured out how to fix the Potters or the Longbottom’s. She could not lie to herself.
She was falling in love with a Death Eater because of who he would be only AFTER he killed her. Her best friends were fading and she had nothing and no one to confide in. Now, she may have been destined to die here alone. She stood up and faced Dumbledore.
“I need the use of a pensieve. I may need your advice in the future for some reason and I would not like to be forced to rehash this painful history over again.” She straightened her spine and rose up.
Her whiskey-colored eyes were over bright with unshed tears. Her rose tipped lips pressed together firmly in grim determination. Her figure seemed suddenly older then her obvious years. Dumbledore awed by her apparent acceptance of her fate simply handed over his own pensieve.
Hermione raised her chin and tapped it thoughtfully before looking at Dumbledore.
“Are there potions that can imitate death? Like the Vodoun, priests of Haiti speak of? Have you heard of such a thing?”
Dumbledore stares at Hermione for a long moment and then nods. “I have heard of such Dark Magic. Obviously, Professor Karrion would be more knowledgeable about such things. All that magic comes with a price Hermione. A dear one.”
Hermione stares unblinkingly at Dumbledore and her eyes grow cold with thought. “We all have a price to pay someday Professor Dumbledore.”
Her words send a small twist in her stomach but she raises her wand. “Obliviate!”
Dumbledore’s eyes glaze over and Hermione smiles brightly at him. “Thank you for the tea Professor. I feel better already.”
Dumbledore found himself nodding to the young girl as she left, but he wondered why her smile could not quite reach her eyes.
Hermione stared down at her clothes. She looked awful. She spent most of the night talking to Dumbledore and she was exhausted.
Hermione dragged herself up to the room and collapsed face down on the bed. She dragged the covers over herself and fell into a dream where she was a zombie and a blond faceless wizard was cutting out her heart while she laughed at him.
....
It was close to two in the morning now. Thankfully, tomorrow was a Sunday.
“This is remarkable. Love brings about the fall of Tom Riddle. It is always as I have said!” Dumbledore was pacing after the third hour of their talk. Hermione was exhausted from talking but she needed his advice and he had to know everything.
“Yes, sir.” Hermione sighed.
“You say Snape becomes a teacher and my confident. That I push him to become a double spy for the Order and he is killed because of Voldemort?”
“The price of Lily Potter’s death, I am sure.” Hermione interjects.
“What a terrible life for such a young boy. Can we do nothing to stop it?” Dumbledore looks genuinely remorseful.
“Snape punishes himself for the choices he makes. His guilt is what fuels that passion to stop the Dark Lord. He sacrifices everything for us!” Hermione wrings her hands.
“Unfortunately it is imperative that everything happens the way it did before. Snape must die; Voldemort must believe he is the holder of the Elder Wand. Our future depends on that deception.” Hermione looked stricken, and a single tear fell down her face at the thought of the boy Severus dying so brutally.
Dumbledore searched her surface thoughts and read true regret.
“Now what of the Potion, Snape made. The girl he sacrificed. In all likelihood you are shaping up to be that victim, you realize.” Dumbledore pointed out.
“But I am not a virgin, Sir. I lost my virginity to Ron Weasley just after the fall of Voldemort. I cannot possibly be that girl. “
“Then you will be useless to the dark lord when the time of the ritual partakes of itself.. He may kill you instead. To teach Severus a lesson.”
“Oh gods what do I do?” Hermione’s eyes widened at the implication.
“Ms. Granger, have you considered that you may be destined to die here at this time?” Dumbledore’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Time is a strange thing. Perhaps, you have always been here. The only one who would recall you would be Severus. If I recognized you, I would caution him not to reveal whom you were, or are to us respectively. Lupin and Black have had limited contact with you and may have simply forgotten with time.”
Hermione shook her head and she felt a cold pulse in her stomach at the thought of dying. Strangely she had never felt as close to death as she did right now. Sure, it was close before; however, she always had Harry and Ron to comfort her. She had nothing remotely close to that feeling here.
The utter loneliness of this world right now was pressing in around her as she stared at her only connection to her world, which would soon be Obliviated. She felt a tear slide down her face at the futility of her cause. She still had not figured out how to fix the Potters or the Longbottom’s. She could not lie to herself.
She was falling in love with a Death Eater because of who he would be only AFTER he killed her. Her best friends were fading and she had nothing and no one to confide in. Now, she may have been destined to die here alone. She stood up and faced Dumbledore.
“I need the use of a pensieve. I may need your advice in the future for some reason and I would not like to be forced to rehash this painful history over again.” She straightened her spine and rose up.
Her whiskey-colored eyes were over bright with unshed tears. Her rose tipped lips pressed together firmly in grim determination. Her figure seemed suddenly older then her obvious years. Dumbledore awed by her apparent acceptance of her fate simply handed over his own pensieve.
Hermione raised her chin and tapped it thoughtfully before looking at Dumbledore.
“Are there potions that can imitate death? Like the Vodoun, priests of Haiti speak of? Have you heard of such a thing?”
Dumbledore stares at Hermione for a long moment and then nods. “I have heard of such Dark Magic. Obviously, Professor Karrion would be more knowledgeable about such things. All that magic comes with a price Hermione. A dear one.”
Hermione stares unblinkingly at Dumbledore and her eyes grow cold with thought. “We all have a price to pay someday Professor Dumbledore.”
Her words send a small twist in her stomach but she raises her wand. “Obliviate!”
Dumbledore’s eyes glaze over and Hermione smiles brightly at him. “Thank you for the tea Professor. I feel better already.”
Dumbledore found himself nodding to the young girl as she left, but he wondered why her smile could not quite reach her eyes.
Hermione stared down at her clothes. She looked awful. She spent most of the night talking to Dumbledore and she was exhausted.
Hermione dragged herself up to the room and collapsed face down on the bed. She dragged the covers over herself and fell into a dream where she was a zombie and a blond faceless wizard was cutting out her heart while she laughed at him.