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\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe Apprentice and the Necromancer\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 by JunoMagic<\/p>\n

Chapters 91\u00e2\u20ac\u201c100<\/p>\n<\/h2>\n<\/div>\n

Remembrance<\/h3>\n

Suddenly Hermione’s first school year as Severus’ apprentice was over. She sat next to her husband and her master at the High Table and clapped enthusiastically, as one student after the other climbed up on the dais to accept their NEWTs certificates from Headmistress McGonagall.<\/p>\n

A sideways glance at Severus reassured her that he had donned his customary scowl. When she leaned forwards a little, she could glimpse Neville’s grin at the far end of the table. Neville had changed so much. He’d already been different after the war, bolder and not quite as timid. But the months since he had started his apprenticeship with Professor Sprout had had even more impact. Neville would never be the typical extroverted, brash Gryffindor, but by now he was very much the self-confident young teacher and herbologist with a very promising academic future.<\/p>\n

It’s good to see how we’re finding our ways into the future at last,<\/em> Hermione mused. I wasn’t really sure for a while, how things would turn out for us after Voldemort’s defeat. But now<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6<\/p>\n

Her thoughts strayed to her other friends.<\/p>\n

Harry was doing well, both as an Auror and at the Wizengamot. Draco was perfectly poised for a Ministry career, now that Andromeda had been made judge of the Probations Court. Luna was happily researching the flora and fauna of South America at the Newt Scamander Foundation. Ron was keeping Weasleys Wizard Wheezes on an even keel. Lavender was quite content at \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMadam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions\u00e2\u20ac\u2122. Dean Thomas had sent her an Owl from his internship with the International Confederation of Wizardry only a few days ago. Seamus Finnigan was about to enter his second year as a curse-breaker for Gringotts, specialising on fake valuables. Parvati and Padma were in India, taking a course in Ayurvedan magic. She couldn’t wait to meet up with them on their return. Ayurvedan potions were fascinating. And Hannah Abbott had just started her half-year on the Spell Damage Ward at St. Mungo’s.<\/p>\n

Then it was Ginny Weasley’s turn to receive her NEWTs certificate from Headmistress McGonagall as the last student of her year.<\/p>\n

Where did those silly tears in her eyes come from? Hermione blinked quickly and was glad that cheers from all four Houses masked her undignified sniffle.<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

The applause died away and Headmistress McGonagall stepped to the rostrum. She moved slowly and a little stiffly.<\/p>\n

Hermione suppressed a sigh. While she and her friends had grown up, Minerva McGonagall was growing older. And the last few weeks had been stressful. For once Headmistress McGonagall looked as if she really could be a seventy-five years old woman, though very well-preserved.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAnother year is gone,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 she said, and gazed down at the students. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBefore I award the House Cup for this year, let us take the time and look back at what this year has brought us, both the good and the bad things.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThis year we have welcomed thirty-six new students in our midst. Two new teachers have joined us, and have proven to be invaluable assets to the staff.”<\/p>\n

Both Professor Weasley and Professor Hitchens rose quickly and nodded politely to Minerva.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcFor the first time in many years Hogwarts is also the home of apprentices again. I am proud and happy that we have been able to continue this time-honoured tradition of further magical education with Madam Snape and Mr. Longbottom.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBoth Professor Snape and Professor Sprout assure me that the academic work of their apprentices will contribute to Hogwarts’ reputation as not only one of the finest wizarding schools in the world, but also as one of the premier research facilities of Great Britain.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMadam Snape is currently working on a project about reducing side-effects and adverse drug reactions. Mr. Longbottom is working on a joint project with the Newt Scamander Foundation, researching the introduction of exotic magical flora into Great Britain.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcApart from that, both apprentices have provided invaluable support for the staff as assistant teachers.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Heat flooded Hermione’s face as she staggered to her feet. The applause was enormous and she knew that her cheeks were bright red by the time she slumped back down on her seat again.<\/p>\n

When the Hall quieted again, Minerva continued, \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcForty students should be sitting here tonight with happy smiles, their NEWT certificates in their hands and a bright future ahead of them. Only thirty-five students are here.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI ask all of you to rise now and remember three young men and two young women who should have been here tonight to celebrate his graduation. Please let us share a moment of quiet remembrance for Colin Creevey, Abaegayle Gibbs, Patricia Michaels, Brennan Stringer and James Tyler who sacrificed their lives for our future.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

With a rustle of robes and a scraping of heels, everyone rose to their feet.<\/p>\n

Silence filled the Great Hall.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThank you.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

When everyone was seated again, Minerva McGonagall’s expression grew stern, and her piercing gaze made the students sitting at the front ends of the tables cower.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYou should never forget the message their lives and deaths have bequeathed unto you. It fills me with deep regret and shame, when I look back at the past weeks and I am forced to find that you are already beginning to forget the lesson the war should have taught you.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

She fixed the Slytherin table with a steely gaze. A wave of low whispers flowed around the other tables.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcIf we turn upon each other with cruelty and malice, all is lost.<\/p>\n

Now she glared at the Gryffindors.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcLikewise I am appalled that some of you believe that manipulation and deception are appropriate strategies in a game based on fairness.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcEither occurrence is not a behaviour true to the spirit of Hogwarts. I tell you now, if we are not able to live up to the spirit of unity that the Hogwarts of old was founded upon, the victory over Voldemort will prove nothing but an illusion. Do not forget that during your summer holidays.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

House-Cup 2000<\/h3>\n

Minerva McGonagall waited until the last whispers had died away. Then she drew her wand and flicked it. The House Cup appeared out of thin air and floated serenely above the dais of the High Table, its red, blue, green and yellow gems gleaming in the light of the myriad candles that hovered below the ceiling.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNow it is time to award the House Cup.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Another flick of the wands, and the decoration of the Great Hall switched to shades of silver and blue.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe points at the end of this year stand thus: In fourth place, Slytherin, with minus thirty-seven points. In third place, Gryffindor, with minus two points. In second place, Hufflepuff\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

The sound of explosions in the Entrance Hall cut her off.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n
\"BANG!\"<\/td>\nBANG! <\/strong>The students jumped.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
BOOM!<\/strong> The students shrieked.<\/td>\n\n

\"BOOM!\"<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

\"WHAM!\"<\/td>\nWHAM!<\/strong> The teachers were on their feet.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

<\/center><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcSTAY WHERE YOU ARE!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 shouted the magically amplified voice of the Headmistress, who was already hurrying towards the Entrance Hall hard on the heels of Professors Snape and Weasley.<\/p>\n

Hermione whipped out her wand and ran after them, distantly aware that the Hall was completely silent for a moment. Barely a second later a new noise started: A multitude of small pops and cracks, puffs and snaps drifted into the Great Hall from outside.<\/p>\n

Suddenly the high voice of a Slytherin First Year echoed through the Great Hall: \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe hour glasses! The hour glasses have exploded! And all the gems are turning into POPCORN!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Hermione skidded around the corner of the entrance door\u00e2\u20ac\u201dand quickly jumped back, stumbling backwards into a crowd of excited students. But it was too late. Already a wave of fluffy flakes and crisp puffs was rolling against her knees, quickly rising higher. The warm fragrance of caramelised sugar wafted overhead.<\/p>\n

In the Entrance Hall only the heads of Headmistress McGonagall and the Professors Snape and Weasley were still visible above a sea of popcorn. Still the hourglasses kept overflowing, releasing a steady stream of puffed corn. Within moments the sweet tide had reached the dais of the High Table.<\/p>\n

Now there was no restraining the students anymore. No one stayed seated. Squealing and screaming they plunged into the sea of popcorn, stuffing themselves with one hand and throwing puffed projectiles at the other students with the other hand. Professor Flitwick bobbed along on a wave, while Professor Sprout was greedily shovelling popcorn into her mouth.<\/p>\n

Within minutes the Great Hall was in complete, popped and candied chaos.<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

Fred and George!<\/em> was the first idea that shot through Hermione’s mind when she realised that the white flood posed no imminent danger for the lives and limbs of the students.<\/p>\n

Then: Not <\/em>Fred.<\/p>\n

An unexpected pang of sadness squeezed her heart amid peals of laughter and cries of delight. She inhaled deeply and her stomach growled. Frowning she cast a quick diagnostic spell. It was real popcorn\u00e2\u20ac\u201da complete transfiguration of the hourglass gems.<\/p>\n

Definitely a Weasley product,<\/em> she thought, and shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth. Crunchy. Sweet. Tasty.<\/p>\n

In spite of herself the corner of her mouth curled into a wide grin. With a bit of effort, she managed to wade to the door and hang on to the frame, withstanding the white currents. In the Entrance Hall Minerva and her two colleagues had reached the hourglasses. Their wands pulled, they each faced a glass.<\/p>\n

A moment and a stunning spell later, the flow of popcorn stopped.<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

It took the better part of an hour to restore order to the Great Hall, to Evanesco<\/em> the popcorn and to treat students and teachers who had overindulged with a Stomach Soothing Syrup.<\/p>\n

At last everyone was seated again and Headmistress McGonagall was back at the rostrum, slightly worse for wear, her neat bun dishevelled with the odd puff of popcorn still adorning her pepper-and-salt hair or falling from the folds of her robes.<\/p>\n

The House Cup, filled to the brim with popcorn that had miraculously evaded the Evanesco<\/em>-ing, still floated above the dais.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI was about to list the House points each of our four Houses earned this school year and to award the House Cup before I was interrupted.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAs of this second, the House points stand thus: zero points for Gryffindor, zero points for Hufflepuff, zero points for Ravenclaw and zero points for Slytherin.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAnd now\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 the Headmistress’ voice cut like a knife through the hush in the Hall. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNow I want to know who is responsible for the destruction of three valuable magical hourglasses and the annihilation of gems that were a few thousand Galleons worth.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcStep up and explain yourselves,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 she hissed.<\/p>\n

In the silence that followed, you could hear the occasional leftover popcorn puff dropping to the floor.<\/p>\n

Hermione looked down at the students and wondered if the pranksters would accept the responsibility for sabotaging the House Cup ceremony. Sudden activity at the Slytherin table caught her eye. When Hermione saw who was standing up, she winced.<\/p>\n

Alina! <\/em><\/p>\n

But before Alina could climb over the bench and step into the aisle, students were getting up at the other tables, too, until at last a group of thirteen students huddled together in the middle of the hall.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWhat is the meaning of this?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 the Headmistress asked, her voice icy.<\/p>\n

Ebenezer Sibly-Style from Slytherin, Barret Cruddace from Gryffindor, Johannes Flamel from Hufflepuff and Cato Cornell from Ravenclaw stepped in front of the others. After exchanging a look with Ebenezer, Barret Cruddace took another step forwards.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWe did it. All of us.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYou keep talking about House unity. But you don’t really believe in it. You keep pitching us against each other, especially Gryffindors against Slytherins. It’s always us against them. How are we supposed to ever trust each other that way?<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAnd that House Cup. If all of us had a fair chance, it might be fun. But it’s really only about prejudices and mistakes.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWe’re sick of that. That’s why we did it. You can keep your stupid Cup.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

A Bath<\/h3>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcIf I never see another student again in my life,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Hermione groaned, \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcit will be too soon.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWhat?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Severus sneered. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcTired of your dear dunderheads already?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

She gave him a wry grin. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcLet’s just say that my understanding of your patient and equable disposition has increased by leaps and bounds.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Just around five minutes ago the massed student populace of Hogwarts had finally left for their summer holidays. Hermione’s ears were still ringing with the echoes of their screams and shouts, cheers and tears.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcIt was rather an exit with a bang this year,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Severus admitted grudgingly, and absently rubbed his left arm.<\/p>\n

Hermione frowned. She’d noticed him surreptitiously touching his left forearm before. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcIs something wrong? Does your arm hurt?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

He snatched his hand away from his arm as if he’d been burnt. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNo. It’s nothing. Just\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6Old habits die hard, I suppose.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcOf course.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 She swallowed drily. I need to look away from his hands. I need to stop obsessing about how his hands felt on my naked skin. No, I need to feel his damn hands on my naked skin again. <\/em><\/p>\n

He’d noticed her gaze. Of course.<\/em><\/p>\n

Black eyes caught hers. Predictably, her stomach tightened, quivered, and she grew aware of how the fabric of her bras and blouse stretched over her breasts. She bit down on her lip, hard. When had she so completely fallen<\/em> for him? Hermione couldn’t remember. All she knew was that she was still falling.<\/p>\n

Will you catch me? <\/em>she wondered. Or will there be no net, and nothing to save me<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6<\/p>\n

Brusquely she turned away.<\/p>\n

Hermione,<\/em> she told herself, get a grip. You need to get a grip <\/em>now. You’re twenty years old. You knowingly entered a marriage of convenience. You <\/em>knew there might never be mutual love in this marriage. <\/em>He told you so, for God’s sake! You can’t pine for your <\/em>own husband. That’s ridiculous. <\/em><\/p>\n

BLOODY HELL.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHermione?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 A hand touched her, turned her around. His voice was hoarse.<\/p>\n

If Harry and Draco are right, we have maybe a month left. Perhaps six weeks. And <\/em>he doesn’t believe that we have any chance at all. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6‘bloody hell’ doesn’t even begin to cover it. <\/em><\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

His arm was hurting. Although his rational mind was telling him that it was only the inclement weather wreaking havoc with his scar, there was a part of his mind that was not at all rational, and indeed closer to panic than Severus wanted to admit even to himself.<\/p>\n

And then she<\/em> had to go and look at him like that.<\/p>\n

Damn, damn, and damn again. <\/em><\/p>\n

Huge brown eyes, and she was so obviously trying to be brave. Damn those Gryffindors. <\/em><\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWell,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Severus asked and raised a black eyebrow. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHow do you feel about your experiments, Hermione? Are you willing to test your own brews?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

She frowned at him and for some perverse reason her insecurity pleased him.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYour bathing lotion,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 he insisted. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcIs it or is it not ready for testing?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

At her wary look, he couldn’t keep from smirking.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcIf you failed to notice, Hermione\u00e2\u20ac\u201dthe students are gone, and all of the teachers who have homes and families elsewhere in the world have left Hogwarts as well. Should you desire to conduct any\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6dangerous\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6experiments, I suggest that you avail yourself of this unique opportunity.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 He noticed that his silky tone had a profound effect on Hermione and couldn’t suppress a feeling of smug satisfaction.<\/p>\n

She simply stared at him. His lips curled into an almost gleeful grin. Hermione\u00e2\u20ac\u201dspeechless? Well done, Master Snape!<\/em><\/p>\n

He watched how the expression in her clear brown eyes changed to a challenging sparkle. Intrigued he waited for her inevitable retort. While she lacked his scathing wit, he had rather come to appreciate her sense of humour as both subtle and intelligent.<\/p>\n

She took a step forward until she was standing so close to him that he could feel her breasts pressed against his chest. Slowly she raised her head to meet his eyes. The small movement rubbed her breasts against him and sent a jolt of desire through his body. When he sharply sucked in his breath, a faint smile crossed her face.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAnd here I thought you would never suggest hat we try out our new bathroom, sir.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

Dumbledore had once accused him of enjoying to torture himself. Severus had replied that exposing himself to temptation was an exercise in self-control and that, when all was said and done, he more than deserved the most painful penance obtainable.<\/p>\n

Sinking deeper into the scented foam of the bath his apprentice had prepared for them, he wondered how wise it had been to agree to Hermione’s suggestion to use her magically soothing bathing lotion to inaugurate the pool in their new bathroom.<\/p>\n

Watching her disrobe took his breath away. When Hermione sat down at the edge of the pool and smiled at him seductively before she allowed herself to slide slowly into the water, Severus was sure that nothing short of knocking him unconscious would be able to soothe or calm him that night.<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

Severus floated, weightless and warm. His head rested on a pool pillow, while gentle hands sleeked back his wet hair.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI’ve made a shampoo for you,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Hermione murmured. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcVetyver, chickpea, lemon and rosemary. It’s good against greasy hair\u00e2\u20ac\u201dit inhibits the excess activity of the sebaceous glands.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

He just sighed, relaxing under her tender touch.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI’m not giving you a massage because that stimulates the glands,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 she whispered as she smoothed shampoo into the strands of his hair. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBut I have a tonic with bergamot and peppermint to comb into your hair for when I’m done washing it. And I might<\/em> kiss you. If you want me to, that is.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Warm water flowed over his scalp and melted last residues of tension away, leaving him languid and limp. He blinked his eyes open with supreme effort.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcA kiss would be nice,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 he mumbled, and promptly drifted off to sleep.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Teardrops on Roses, Whiskers on Kittens<\/h3>\n

On Friday, July 7, 2000, a blood-curdling scream shattered the quiet of a summer morning in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione jumped, and promptly dropped the cup of tea she’d been about to lift to her mouth.<\/p>\n

Neville was already on his feet, wand drawn and pointed steadily. Severus was just a fraction of a second slower than the younger man.<\/p>\n

The next moment Filch came hurtling into the Hall, his thin hair flying, his jowls red and throbbing, his face contorted into a grimace of fury, his eyes bulging on the verge of an apoplexy.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcShe<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 <\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 he sputtered and stabbed his index-finger at Hermione. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcShe<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6The damn witch and her monster! Hurting! Raping! Torturing!<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI will kill you if she dies!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

And with that Filch broke down on the floor, crying in great heaving sobs.<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

When Minerva McGonagall finally emerged from Filch’s office, there was a pinched, pale look to her face. Her lips pursed and her nose even thinner than normally, she looked ready to run for the loo.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI want a whisky,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 she rasped. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAnd I want it now.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcSo, Minerva,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Snape asked. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHow is the new mother?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 He quirked an eyebrow. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAnd the proud\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u0153foster-father\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/em>, I suppose?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

The corners of his mouth were twitching with helpless mirth. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and bit into her hand to suppress an agonised moan.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcIs it possible? Our resident expert for all things feline\u00e2\u20ac\u201dat her wit’s end?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Severus smirked, while Hermione contemplated that if ever there was a perfect moment to attempt transfiguring herself into a mouse and running for the nearest hole, then this<\/em> was it.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe new mother,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Minerva retorted with a voice that could freeze the Hogwarts lake in spite of the heat of early July, \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcis protectively purring over five quarter-kneazles<\/em>. Three of them fluffy and ginger<\/em>, two of them scruffy and dust-coloured.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Hermione whimpered and ducked her head, while her husband had trouble to conceal a disgustingly cheerful expression.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe \u00e2\u20ac\u0153foster-father\u00e2\u20ac\u009d,<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 the Headmistress went on, \u00e2\u20ac\u02dchas just passed out again. And the biological<\/em> father is living up to his nature and thus\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\u00e2\u20ac\u2122, she fixed Hermione with a gimlet gaze to make her toenails curl up with fright, \u00e2\u20ac\u02dc\u00e2\u20ac\u201dthoroughly disinterested in the proceedings.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

At that point Neville Longbottom collapsed against the wall because he was laughing too hard to stay on his feet a second longer.<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

The document to inform them that the Probations Official of the Department for Magical Law Enforcement had challenged the validity of their marriage arrived at breakfast the next morning. The date for the test of their marriage\u00e2\u20ac\u201dseparate questioning by Aurors after the administration of a dose of Veritaserum<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u201dwas set for August 15, 2000.<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI know you don’t want to hear it, but we need<\/em> to talk about this.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcIf worst comes to worst, you need to be prepared. I have visited a notary and drawn up the necessary documents. Upon my death you will inherit everything I own, including a small house in Spinner’s End, a rather dilapidated building in the north of England, a small amount of money\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6and of course, all my books.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHowever, I have already made arrangements so that you’ll find a certain number of books set aside with instructions on how to destroy them. The only thing I ask you to do is to follow those instructions meticulously.\u00e2\u20ac\u02dc Severus spoke in a quiet voice and pointedly ignored Hermione, who was desperately twisting her fingers, silent tears running down her cheeks.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe plans for my lessons, along with all of my notes concerning the students and my other duties you will find in my study, should the need arise. The wards are keyed to your wand. I have left a letter for Minerva that recommends you as my successor as Potions mistress and Draco Malfoy as Head of Slytherin House.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHow can you talk about that so calmly?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Hermione asked furiously. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYou don’t KNOW if we will fail that test!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHermione.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

She couldn’t bear the way he looked at her. That bleak, black gaze.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcSomeone has cursed the entire<\/em> wizarding genealogies to prevent me from fulfilling the conditions of my probation. Only the strangest twist of chance or fate and a\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6shall we say most fortuitous misunderstanding<\/em> due to the workings of some of the most ancient magicks of the wizarding world has brought us where we stand today.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMake no mistake. We will<\/em> fail that test. No matter how hard we try. And it will only hurt you worse, if you try so very hard. You cannot keep me safe. No one can. The best we\u00e2\u20ac\u201dthe best I <\/em>can hope for is to keep you<\/em> safe.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHarry\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHarry will try,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 he said tiredly. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI have no doubt that the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-A-Walking-Martyr-Complex will do his best to keep me out of Azkaban. But didn’t you listene to Draco? Harry’s position in the Wizengamot is not exactly undisputed. And Andromeda Tonks-Black, newly appointed president of the Court of Probations bears little goodwill towards me. And for an excellent reason, I might add.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBut you didn’t kill them! You didn’t torture her!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Hermione’s voice cracked as she threw herself at him, clutching at his damn frock coat, trying to grab his resisting arms, wanting to beat him, slap him, hurt him, just to make him fight, fight for his life, his future\u00e2\u20ac\u201dfor their <\/em>lives, for their <\/em>future.<\/p>\n

For their love! <\/em><\/p>\n

But Severus kept his arms crossed, and although his voice was almost gentle, he did not touch her, and barely looked at her.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNo, I did not. But neither was I able to keep them safe. Others lived, while her loved ones died. And I <\/em>am the only one who would have been in a position to possibly change things for her family. It doesn’t matter that I do not see how. Or that I did the best I could. They are still dead\u00e2\u20ac\u201dwhile I’m alive.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Rarely Pure and Never Simple<\/h3>\n

After only two weeks Alina was wondering if it was possible to die of boredom.<\/p>\n

Her homework was all done.<\/p>\n

She wasn’t allowed to do magic, and it wasn’t much fun to use a wooden stick to practice wand movements.<\/p>\n

Playing outside with her old friends was okay, but it just wasn’t the same. Football just wasn’t the same as Ditch ball\u00e2\u20ac\u201dand Ditch ball<\/em> was only dumbed down Quidditch for babies and First Years who weren’t allowed to play Quidditch yet.<\/p>\n

Alina found herself counting down the days for the weekend. Whatever misgivings she might have had about her mother’s new boyfriend (and she really had none) were overshadowed by the fact that he was a wizard and weekends were routinely spent at the Burrow now. And at the Burrow, there was magic, and most of all, there were broomsticks<\/em>.<\/p>\n

She just couldn’t wait.<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

Only three things could make Alina sit still these days: two silver bells and thinking about her father.<\/p>\n

She sat quite still whenever she contemplated the bells and her father.<\/p>\n

But she was careful about the timing and only did that when her mother wasn’t at home. Her mother was already scared about the one bell. And Alina simply had no idea how to tell her mother about her latest discovery.<\/p>\n

It was Wednesday morning, and Alina sat at her desk and stared again at a certain paragraph in \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHogwarts: A History (Revised Edition)<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcArsehole,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 she muttered once more. She didn’t feel any better about her father after reading \u00e2\u20ac\u02dchis<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 passage in the book for 37th time.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAnd how did you manage to hide the bell behind your portrait?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 She huffed. Some kind of elaborate spell, no doubt. But which one and how? \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcGood question. Next question.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

She frowned at the bells. Two out of seven.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAnd where’s the next bell?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Where would I hide a Necromantic bell if I was an arsehole? <\/em><\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMum?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWhat is it, Alina? I’m in a hurry.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Lois Petrel was about to leave for work.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcDo you have anything at all that once belonged to my father? Did he ever give you anything at all? For you to remember him by?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

That question got Alina her mother’s attention.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcOh, sweets.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 A hurried glance at the watch and a worried frown.<\/p>\n

Alina squirmed. She hated making her mother uncomfortable. But it was really the best way to get the answer she wanted.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNot really. I am so sorry, Alina.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAnd un-really?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Alina instinctively knew when someone tried to evade her questions.<\/p>\n

Lois sighed. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWe went to a flea-market once. And there was this bell that caught his fancy. Not a magic bell, mind you. Just a ratty old handbell that was probably used to order around servants in Victorian times.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAlina\u00e2\u20ac\u201dI’m really sorry, but I do have to run now. We’ll talk about that this afternoon when I come back from work, all right?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYes, thank you, mum.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Alina hugged her mother and for once even allowed her to give her a kiss. Maybe then she wouldn’t feel so guilty about her manipulation?<\/p>\n

As Lois was already opening the door, Alina called after her, \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMum? Where is that bell? I would like to take a look at it. Just for fun.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

Her hands were icy cold and sticky with the clammy sweat of panic.<\/p>\n

Dolores Umbridge smiled at Hermione and nodded at her assistant to get his transcribing quill ready. Draco Malfoy straightened in his seat. He never looked at Hermione.<\/p>\n

Absently, Hermione noticed that outside the weather was beautiful. It was August. The sun was shining and a bright blue sky was dotted with fluffy candy floss clouds. Dust motes glittered in the ray of sunlight that filtered through the windows into the small examination room of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.<\/p>\n

Her head was beginning to feel fuzzy with the effects of the Veritaserum<\/em>.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWe will start with a few simply questions to get into the rhythm. Please relax, Mrs. Snape. There is nothing to worry about. After all, this is only a silly formality. Nothing to worry about at all,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Umbridge simpered in her high, girlish voice. Her amphibian eyes were colder than Trevor’s ever had been. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcPlease don’t break the rhythm of my questions. Simply answer as spontaneously. Now, let’s begin, shall we? Then you can go and enjoy the rest of this fine day with your husband.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Umbridge smiled again. The sweet note of jarvey-musk that pervaded her perfume almost made Hermioine gag.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWhat is your name?<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHermione Jean Snape.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWho is your husband?<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcProfessor Severus Snape.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNo middle name?<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNo. His father didn’t approve of such\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6unnecessary embellishments.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHow would you describe your feelings for your husband?<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI love him.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBut I told the truth,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Hermione whispered. For some reason she couldn’t look away from how the parchment rolled up to form a cream-coloured arch over the polished wood of the table.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcSo did I,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 her husband commented. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAnd imagine my surprise at how easy it was to accomplish that task under the influence of a liberal dose of Veritaserum<\/em>.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcSeverus, please.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Distantly Hermione noticed how Minerva McGonagall put an arm around her back.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThis has nothing to do with the truth, Hermione. I dare say that repulsive woman has a long list with arguments to base her ridiculous claims on. Harry and Ms. Loxweild-Spalt will take over your defence and it will all be over and done with before you know it.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Somewhere behind them, Severus expressed his opinion of that idea with a sarcastic snort.<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBut I did tell the truth,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 she repeated later, when they were alone in Severus’ bedroom. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAs if I could do anything else, with my mind all woozy with Veritaserum<\/em>. Besides, you’ve seen<\/em> it in my mind!<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI love you.<\/em> That’s the pure and simple truth.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI know, Hermione. Hush now,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Severus murmured and pulled her into his embrace, bitterly aware of the fact that truth of any kind was rarely pure, and never simple.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

All Rise<\/h3>\n

Due to the Calming Draught that Severus had forced upon her at breakfast, Hermione watched the scene before her with calm detachment.<\/p>\n

The courtroom was nearly identical to the one of Severus’ trial. Dark stone walls, the judges’ balcony on the dais, the desks and benches all made of black wood, dim torchlight\u00e2\u20ac\u201dcourtroom number nine was not any more cheerful than number five.<\/p>\n

On a different occasion it would have caused hilarity to see Severus seated next to Harry. Today the sight filled Hermione with a distant sense of panic. To her left, in front of the audience, Umbridge sat as the originator of the claims brought before the court today. And to the left of the judges’ dais, in the farthest corner of the room, Hermione glimpsed the Chalice of Neith on a wooden pedestal.<\/p>\n

Then the bailiff banged his gavel. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAll rise, all rise! I present the presiding Justice of the Court of Probations, Mrs. Justice Andromeda Tonks-Black, and Justices Tiberius Ogden and Zenon Yaxley.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHear ye, hear ye, hear ye\u00e2\u20ac\u201dthis court is now in session.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI bring forward as evidence the certificate of marriage. As you can clearly see, the signatures of the spouses as well as those of eleven witnesses are drawn in blood. The twelfth signature, however is in plain, black ink.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

With a tap of her pink wand, Umbridge directed the parchment to float into the middle of the room and to present itself first to the judges, then to the audience.<\/p>\n

Harry looked bored. With a lazy flick of his wand dozens of scrolls rose from his desk and undulated mockingly in the air. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAnd I present precedents for legally valid signatures of Muggle witnesses dating back to the 9th century. If the Probations Official is not able to substantiate her preposterous claims, I propose we stop this silliness now and go to lunch.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Umbridge’s wide, slack mouth tightened into a straight line. She looked as if she had swallowed a ruler\u00e2\u20ac\u201dhorizontally.<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcIs that true?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Andromeda Tonks-Black asked, frowning.<\/p>\n

Ace Loxweild-Spalt nudged Hermione. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYou need to answer.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Even with the Calming Draught soothing her temper, Hermione flushed bright red.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYes,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 she finally managed. She kept her eyes on the desk in front of her, not daring to look at Severus.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNow that we have contributed our part to the entertainment and edification of this court,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Ace Loxweild-Spalt said in a cool voice and with an even colder gaze that was directed straight at Umbridge, \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI would like to remind the court of the current Magical Marriage and Divorce Bill <\/em>that clearly states that Registry Office marriages do not require consummation to be legally valid. Additionally I would like to caution the Probations Official that discrimination of Muggle-borns is a punishable offence under the Muggle Anti-Discrimination Act <\/em>from 1999.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Umbridge’s flabby face froze under her mask of perfectly applied make-up.<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

Umbridge rose to her feet, a satisfied smirk gracing her pink lips. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcFurthermore, Severus Snape was not free to enter into marriage with anyone when he signed this.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

She pointed her pink wand at the marriage certificate that now lay rolled up in front of Justice Tonks-Black.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcIf Severus Snape is the father of an illegitimate daughter with a Muggle-woman, he was by the established rules of wizarding law unable to marry anyone<\/em>. As witnesses for the prosecution I call Ms. Alina Petrel and the editor of the magazine Alohomag,<\/em> Mrs. Jezebel Jeater.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

A high-pitched, angry scream rang out in the court-room, \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBut Professor Snape is not my father! Although I really wish<\/em> he was. My father was Quirinus Quirrell, and I know there’s a spell to prove it!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

The Probations Official gaped, looking more like a toad than ever, as Alina Petrel made her way to the centre of the room.<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMrs. Umbridge, this is finally a convincing argument,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Justice Andromeda Tonks-Black announced. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI was beginning to wonder what kind of farce this trial was degenerating into. Very well.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

She cast a calculating and not at all friendly look at the bench of the accused to her right, where Harry and Severus were sitting.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI herewith grant permission to administer appropriate doses of Veritaserum<\/em> for the interrogation of the witnesses for the prosecution: Longbottom, Lovegood, McGonagall, Mugwort, Potter. Weasley, Ginevra and Weasley, Ron.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI think we have now established beyond any doubt that there was a plan to aid Severus Snape to escape the execution of the sentence imposed upon him in accordance to his failure to meet the conditions of his probation,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Andromeda declared summarily. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHowever, there are two points that still need to be clarified in order for the court to arrive at a decision.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u2122One: Was the plan to obstruct the just punishment of the convict Severus Snape the sole or major motif of the accused Madam Snape, formerly Miss Granger, at the time of marriage.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAnd two: Did the accused convict Severus Snape know of the plan formulated by the accused Madam Snape, formerly Miss Granger, at the time of marriage.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcProfessor Snape, when you signed your marriage certificate, did you know of the plan to obstruct your punishment in case you would not be able to meet the conditions of your probation? A simple yes or no will suffice.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Expressionless black eyes gazed at the judges.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYes,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Severus Snape replied calmly.<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWhat did you feel, Madam Snape, when you signed the marriage certificate?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Silence.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMadam Snape?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Silence.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMadam Snape, you must answer the court’s question.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI was relieved,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Hermione whispered, \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcbecause I thought he’d be safe at last.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBut I love him!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 she shouted, the Calming Draught finally wearing off. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcGet a Legilimens! <\/em>Take my memories! It’s the truth, the pure and simple truth!<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcOf course<\/em> I wanted to save him when I married him. But because I love<\/em> him, and not because I wanted to obstruct justice.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcRubbish,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Tonks snorted. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWho could love an Ex-Death-Eater and a traitor?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI can,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Hermione replied, her voice calm and certain, her eyes burning with fury. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI do<\/em>.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Go on\u00e2\u20ac\u201d<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Harry rose to his feet. Outwardly, he appeared to be quite calm, but there was a hardness to his green eyes that Hermione remembered all too well from some of their worst moments during the last years. In his hands he held a neat scroll of parchment.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWith this document I am filing a petition with the Minister of Magic to recuse Justice Tonks-Black from this case because of bias. I have reason to believe that Madam Tonks is subject to a personal animosity towards one of the accused parties and is therefore unable to reach her decision without fear or favour, affection or ill-will.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcVery well,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Andromeda declared. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI recuse myself from the proceedings. As a solution for this dilemma I suggest that the decision of this case be referred to an impartial judge of indisputable ancient magical authority. I propose to defer the decision to the Chalice of Neith.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe counsels for the defence will probably wish to discuss this with the defendants. Therefore I adjourn this session for a quarter of an hour.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

The bailiff banged his gavel again. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAll rise, all rise! This session has been adjourned. We will reconvene at 10.15 am, in exactly fifteen minutes.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI don’t like that Chalice, Harry,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Hermione said fearfully. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcRemember what Arthur always says? \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Never trust anything that thinks unless you can see where it keeps its brains.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em>Ace Loxweild-Spalt adjusted her stern black glasses. Again she reminded Hermione of Fleur Weasley. Both women were blond and breathtakingly beautiful. The only difference seemed to be that Ace was not only visually, but also intellectually intimidating.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcGenerally that is sound advice, Madam Snape. However, concerning your husband we are facing a real dilemma in the Wizengamot. There are those members like Madam Tonks-Black, who, for one reason or another bear ill-will towards your husband. Of course we could keep petitioning to see one judge after another recused, but that would only serve to delay the proceedings, not to reach a decision in our favour. And the other members\u00e2\u20ac\u201dwell, I am very much afraid that motions of the Probations Official to recuse those judges due to a bias in favour of your husband would be just as successful as ours just was.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBut\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Severus caught her eyes and shook his head. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHermione, there is no use in postponing the inevitable. I doubt there is a better choice than the Chalice of Neith available to us. And after all it did not order me killed the last time around.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Hermione nervously twisted and intertwined her fingers in her lap. She didn’t dare to look up, because she knew that she might start crying at the least provocation now.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI know. I know.<\/em> It makes sense, all of it. It’s just\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6I’m so scared.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Severus sighed softly. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcCome, Hermione. Let’s get this over with.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

Court ushers in grey robes and with grey wands directed the Chalice of Neith to the centre of the courtroom including the burgundy-coloured velvet that covered its pedestal in heavy folds and the wooden plinth itself.<\/p>\n

The bailiff banged the gavel and Justice Andromeda Tonks-Black sat back down at the centre of the judges’ balcony. Once again, Hermione was struck by how much she resembled her dead sister. Especially since the striking difference between the two women, namely Andromeda’s benign and genuinely kind expression had faded with the bitterness of grief, leaving harsh lines and cold eyes behind.<\/p>\n

After Harry and Ace had accepted Andromeda’s proposition on behalf of their clients and the Probations Official also agreed to submit to the verdict of the Chalice of Neith, the presiding justice of the Court of Probations sat down to draft the question.<\/p>\n

Between muted coughs and whispers from the audience, Hermione could hear the scratching of the quill’s tip on the parchment. The strange, artificial tranquillity induced by another dose of Calming Draught was gripping her mind. She felt as if she was watching herself from above, looking down at both herself and Severus, as they sat unmoving, opposite each other, waiting for the judge to complete her work.<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe question for the Chalice of Neith is this:<\/p>\n

Is the marriage between Severus Snape and Hermione Jean Granger valid according to magical law and the conditions of his probation?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

Golden light flared up from the depth of the chalice. With a soft puff, the small piece of parchment was flung into the air and serenely floated to the dark stone floor.<\/p>\n

The bailiff hurried over and picked up the parchment. With a solemn bow, he handed it to Justice Andromeda Tonks-Black.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAll rise! All rise!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Hermione staggered to her feet, her eyes not on the judges, but on Severus. His face was expressionless, just as she had expected. But his black gaze, startling in its intensity, was completely focused on her.<\/p>\n

Far away, Andromeda Tonks-Black cleared her throat.<\/p>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNo.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n


<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

oooOooo <\/strong><\/p>\n

Severus must have expected that decision, because he was in her mind instantly, a touch of steel and silk, cutting and soft at the same time.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcListen to me, Hermione. There is not much time now.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYou must not blame yourself. That is an order, master to apprentice. Do not look back. Look forwards. Live your life. That is a request I have as your husband.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYou know where to find everything you will need as Potions mistress at Hogwarts. See to it that you get the results of your experiments published this autumn. Support Draco or whoever will replace me as Head of House. My little snakes need you.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Guards in the livery of Azkaban appeared out of nowhere and stepped up next to Severus, one to his left, one to his right, while a third shackled his hands in front of him.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcListen to me, Hermione. Do you remember what I told you in Chartres? \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Be good of heart.’<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u009d His mind-voice was the barest whisper now. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcGo on<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

A CRACK split the stunned silence of the courtroom. Then the guards and their prisoner were gone.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

How long?<\/h3>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAll rise! All rise! This session of the Court of Probations is adjourned.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Hermione sat utterly still. She was strangely aware of her breathing\u00e2\u20ac\u201din and out\u00e2\u20ac\u201dand of the artificially calm beating of her heart. It surprised her that they should continue like that, her breath and her heartbeat.<\/p>\n

Then she inhaled deeply and turned to her lawyer.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHow do we appeal?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Hermione asked.<\/p>\n

For a second Ace Loxweild-Spalt looked almost shocked, but a heartbeat later her professional fa\u00c3\u00a7ade of blond coolness slid back into place.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYou don’t,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 the witch replied simply. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThere is no appeal. The only recourse you have left is an audience with the Minister of Magic. His decision supersedes all others, even verdicts of the full Wizengamot.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHow do I get that audience?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Distantly Hermione noticed that Ron was holding Alina in his arms at the very back of the courtroom. The girl was beating her fists against him, obviously about to lose control of her magic. The slivery glitter in the air around Ron indicated that he had already cast a containment charm over both of them, showing considerable presence of mind. For a moment Ron’s eyes met Hermione’s and he hesitated. But Hermione shook her head. There was nothing Ron could do for her\u00e2\u20ac\u201dand both Alina and her mother needed him now. Ron nodded and turned around. When he left, he was carrying Alina with his right arm, while his left arm was slung awkwardly around Lois’ back.<\/p>\n

Suddenly Harry was on the other side of the table. He was terribly pale, his green eyes burning.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcIt was not your fault,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Hermione said automatically.<\/p>\n

I must not break down. I <\/em>will not break down.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI will also need to talk with Draco and possibly Percy and Arthur,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 she went on. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcWe need to find out what went wrong.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Another deep breath. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHarry\u00e2\u20ac\u201dI know that this was one of the first things Shacklebolt decreed when he took over as Minister of Magic\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6but\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6I need to be sure\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6There are<\/em> no more Dementors in Azkaban, are there?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Harry swallowed convulsively.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHarry?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 She was beginning to shake in spite of the Calming Draught. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHarry? Please tell me that there are no more Dementors in Azkaban.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI’m sorry, Hermione,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Harry muttered. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThey don’t guard the cells anymore. But\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6see\u00e2\u20ac\u201dthere’s a problem\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6There is no <\/em>other place in the wizarding world besides Azkaban where Dementors can be contained safely. Charlie’s researching the problem\u00e2\u20ac\u201dwe’re trying to find another solution and get it through the Wizengamot, but\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 He shook his head, an anguished expression in his eyes. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThey are still there, Hermione.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

She must not break down.<\/em><\/p>\n

Another breath.<\/p>\n

And another.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThen I need to go to St. Mungo’s, too.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

She watched how Harry forced himself to calm down, how the lines of his face tightened and the fire in his eyes grew cold. Somehow he managed to pull himself together. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcDraco, Percy and Arthur can meet us at Grimmauld Place tonight. And I’ll go see Shacklebolt about the audience right away. He needs to\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNo,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Hermione interrupted, although she wanted nothing more than to rush to the Minister’s office right away. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNo. Harry, we can’t barge into this blindly. The audience is Severus’ last chance. We need to discover what happened first. The decision of the Chalice can’t possibly be correct. But right now\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6if I go to the Minister now<\/em>, all I’ve got is a verdict of an impartial magical artefact that I don’t like. That won’t be enough.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

She could see how Harry clenched his teeth. At last he nodded. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI hate it, but you’re right. I’ll ask for an appointment tomorrow afternoon.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThank you.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Hermione made herself turn to her own legal counsel. Loxweild-Spalt’s eyes were icy enough to freeze the blood in her veins. Shuddering, Hermione followed the lawyer’s gaze.<\/p>\n

Dolores Umbridge was standing next to the desk she had occupied during the last few days. The Probations Official was fingering her pink wand with a loving caress, glowing and gloating with her triumph. She had finally defeated Harry Potter.<\/p>\n

Hermione ignored Umbridge. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcMs. Loxweild-Spalt\u00e2\u20ac\u201dI need to know your professional opinion. Do you think that something did<\/em> go wrong? Or is that merely wishful thinking on my part?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

oooOooo<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAre you all right?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Minerva McGonagall’s voice penetrated the haze that surrounded her. Hermione shook her head. She wasn’t sure if the Calming Draught or incipient shock was causing this reaction. She blinked her eyes. St. Mungo’s. They were at St. Mungo’s and she needed to talk to Muriel Mugwort.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI won’t fall down, if you let go of me now, I think,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Hermione said.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAre you sure?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

I will not break down.<\/em> Hermione took a step away from the Headmistress. She didn’t fall down. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThank you for coming with me. I know you’re very busy. I appreciate that very much.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Hermione knew it was an irrational reaction. But she hated the expression of careful concern on the older woman’s face.<\/p>\n

Don’t look at me as if I’m a widow. He’s not dead yet.<\/em><\/p>\n

Another deep breath. Hermione turned around and opened the door.<\/p>\n

oooOooo<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcIf the Dementors are merely contained at Azkaban and no longer used as guards\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Muriel Mugwort turned her mug of tea thoughtfully in her hands. Hermione’s cup sat untouched on the table.<\/p>\n

After an initial reaction of shock and outrage, the Healer’s demeanour was composed and professional again, something for which Hermione was profoundly grateful.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHe is not someone who should be exposed even to the mere presence of Dementors for any length of time,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Muriel said.<\/p>\n

Hermione nodded. She was very much aware of that. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHow long?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI’d be very surprised if he were to survive a year,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Mugwort replied bluntly. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBut irreversible mental and magical damage might occur within weeks.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThen we simply have to get him out sooner than that,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Hermione announced, her voice fierce.<\/p>\n

But the other women would not meet her eyes.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Almost Nothing<\/h3>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNo, no, no!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Alina shrieked. Then she flung herself at Ron and began beating her fists against him. In spite of her slight build, her blows were hard enough to bruise. Worse, Ron could sense how her control of her magic was slipping.<\/p>\n

Holding onto the girl with one arm, he used his free hand to fish out his wand. He gritted his teeth and tried to concentrate in spite of having to duck away from Alina’s fists. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcProtego!<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

To his surprise, he felt an instant tickle of magic as a solid magical shield flared up around them, filling the air with the faintest glitter of silver.<\/p>\n

What a time for this spell to work for me,<\/em> he thought morosely and glanced at Hermione. His friend looked stunned. Ron winced.<\/p>\n

He still didn’t like seeing her with the git. Hell, I don’t think I’d like to see Hermione with <\/em>anyone, no matter that I’m with Lois now.<\/em><\/p>\n

Hermione raised her head and met his gaze. Her eyes were almost black with despair.<\/p>\n

I think I’m going barmy, I hate seeing her <\/em>without the git more than seeing her <\/em>with him?<\/em><\/p>\n

Hermione shook her head at him, and if Alina hadn’t hit his right eye at that moment, Ron would have sighed.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcStop that this minute, Alina,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Lois shouted. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBeating someone doesn’t help!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

The girl never heard her mother, of course. Ron tightened his hold on her, and used his other arm to pull Lois with him. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcLois, we need to get out of here quickly. Alina’s losing control of her magic.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Lois paled\u00e2\u20ac\u201dshe’d been cautioned about that like all Muggle parents when Minerva first visited her. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcCan you\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 She shrugged helplessly, but did not try to touch Alina again.<\/p>\n

Ron nodded. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI think so. But we still need to get her home. Now.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

oooOooo<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ron awkwardly patted the little girl’s back while she sobbed into her pillow. For some strange reason Alina didn’t want her mother. She wanted him<\/em>. Now Ron was perched on the edge of her bed, desperately trying to remember how his mother had calmed down Ginny when his little sister had thrown a tantrum as a child.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHow can they take him away? He never did anything wrong. He loves Hermione! Why don’t they see that? Anybody that has eyes can!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Clearly this was not the moment to say anything but the best about Snape.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI guess the Chalice doesn’t see things quite the way people do,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Ron said at last.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBut it should!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Alina sniffled and sat up. Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, her nose swollen from rubbing it so much. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcIt should! It’s not fair. And I need<\/em> him! I wanted him to be my father so much, but I knew he wasn’t ’cause he’d never do something like that, but at least he’s my Head of House and that’s almost like a father and he can’t\u00e2\u20ac\u201dhe can’t\u00e2\u20ac\u201dhe mustn’t be gone and what about Hermione?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

With another sob, she threw herself into Ron’s arms again, pressing her face against his shoulder, her tears soaking into his robe.<\/p>\n

oooOooo<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI’m so sorry.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Percy reached for Hermione’s hand.<\/p>\n

She snatched her hand away. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcSeverus is not<\/em> dead!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Draco put his hand on Percy’s arm. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcOf course not. Let’s sit down and discuss what we know.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

oooOooo<\/strong><\/p>\n

What they knew amounted to almost nothing.<\/p>\n

The Chalice was an ancient Egyptian artefact, originally hallowed to the Goddess of Neith. Linked with the Greek Goddess Pallas Athene, Neith was a Goddess of war and hunt, but also a guardian of marriage and women. The Chalice was a simple golden goblet. Around its base a hieroglyphic inscription announced its special power: \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI am All That Has Been, That Is, and That Will Be. No mortal has yet been able to lift the veil that covers Me<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThat’s the reason why they use it for judgement. It is said that it’s impossible to manipulate it. It is regularly imbued with all the laws and the history of the wizarding world. Thus it takes everything<\/em> into account, more than any witch or wizard could,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Percy explained.<\/p>\n

Hermione wearily rubbed her head. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBut something must<\/em> have gone wrong. Somehow. The Registry Office wedding was perfectly valid. And I did not marry Severus only to save him. And he\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6I’m still not sure why<\/em> he agreed to marry me\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 but certainly not in order to save himself.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAs anyone in the wizarding world knows who’s in the possession of two working brain cells,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Harry commented and resumed his restless pacing. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcOh, wait, I forgot. The Chalice doesn’t even have<\/em> brain cells. Fuck.<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

He stopped again and turned to Hermione. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI should have trusted Andromeda. Arthur was right. Again.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

At least he didn’t repeat how sorry he is,<\/em> Hermione thought. She turned to Draco. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcDo you think Andromeda would be willing to talk to me? I think we need to get the Chalice examined, and that won’t be possible if she doesn’t agree.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Draco shrugged uncomfortably. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI’m not sure. She really does<\/em> blame Severus, you know.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

oooOooo<\/strong><\/p>\n

Hermione stood in the silent bedroom. She had refused all invitations to stay at the Burrow, at Grimmauld Place or at Lois’ apartment. She had briskly lied that she would be all right, that Healer Mugwort had provided her both with more Calming Draught and Dreamless Sleep Potion and after all she wouldn’t be alone at Hogwarts.<\/p>\n

She’d never been more alone in her life.<\/p>\n

Stiffly she walked to the alcove with his bed. It felt so strange to be alone in his room. She pulled back the covers mechanically, revealing his black pyjamas, neatly folded, probably by the house-elf Nag. Hermione sank down on her knees next to the bed. With shaking hands she reached for the pyjamas, drew them closer, closer\u00e2\u20ac\u201duntil her face was buried in the black silk and Severus’ scent enveloped her. But it was cold and stale, in the lifeless way that fragrance clings to fabric instead of skin.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

The Mists of Dreams<\/h3>\n

Alina wasn’t sure if it was a dream. It didn’t quite feel like a dream. Her feet were too cold, for one thing. And she’d never felt the air so damp in her lungs before in her sleep. Of course she’d never cried herself to sleep before, so that might be the reason.<\/p>\n

She was walking barefoot on wet grass. Fog surrounded her, and she could hear a river in the distance. Something was odd about this place. The cold, clammy darkness felt strange. Not quite alive. Not like a real night. But not like a dream, either.<\/p>\n

From afar she heard someone calling. Alina recognised the voice instantly. It was Professor Snape!<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHermione? Hermione!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcProfessor? Where are you?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 She spun around, stopped, listening hard.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHermione? Where are you? I\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 His voice broke, and Alina felt like crying all over again at the pain in her professor’s voice.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHermione? I\u00e2\u20ac\u201dI need you. I\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

The mists parted and Professor Snape stumbled towards her. He was ghostly pale, and his robes were in shreds. Alina gave a shriek of shock and surprise, before she clapped her hands to her mouth, cheeks aflame with embarrassment.<\/p>\n

Her scream made her Head of House stop dead. He raised his head, and eyes that had been blind and unfocused a moment ago, bored into Alina, black and piercing.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAlina? What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here. It’s too close to the river. You promised me not to use the bell.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Alina frowned. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBut I didn’t use a bell! I was asleep. And when I woke, I was here. I\u00e2\u20ac\u201dsir, I am so sorry! How could the Chalice say something like that! I know that you love Hermione. Anyone can see that! And she loves you so much, too. How could love be against the law? Where are you now? What is going to happen? Can I do anything to help?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Her teacher held up his hand, and Alina immediately fell silent.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcUnfortunately, law and love have no more in common than the first letter.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Professor Snape gazed over Alina’s head, losing himself in the swirling mists. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBut yes,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 he murmured absently. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYou are right. I do<\/em> love her. And if there is one thing I regret, then that I never had the chance to tell her that.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

He turned his attention back to Alina. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI think I know what happened to you.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

He bent down and gripped her shoulders. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAlina, I don’t want you to come looking for me again. Most of all, if you ever come here again, stay away from the river. Also, keep your promise and do not use the bells.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcAnd now\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 His voice grew hoarse and compelling, as it strained to hit a certain tone. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNow you will fall asleep again and wake in your own bed.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

oooOooo<\/strong><\/p>\n

Alina shot up in her bed. She was wide awake, her heart was racing. Her hands and feet were icy. Especially her feet. They even felt wet. She creased her forehead and bent down to feel the soles of her feet.<\/p>\n

They were<\/em> wet! Whatever had happened just now?<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dc\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6I don’t want you to come looking for me again. Most of all, if you ever come here again, stay away from the river. Also, keep your promise and do not use the bells.<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

The bells. Whatever had happened was connected with her Necromancy. Alina twisted herself into a cross-legged position and proceeded to rub some warmth back into her feet, while she mulled her professor’s words over.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcStay away from the river.<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

What river was that? And what could a river have to do with the bells? What had a river to do with Necromancy?<\/p>\n

Oh.<\/em><\/p>\n

So the River of Death was for real? <\/em>But she had only heard<\/em> the river. It was not very far away,<\/em> she thought, but also not really close. So <\/em>where have I been?<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6and can I take Hermione there?<\/em><\/p>\n

oooOooo<\/strong><\/p>\n

At last Hermione rose to her feet. She put Severus’ pyjamas down and folded them again, as neatly as she could. With a deep sigh, she carefully placed them underneath his pillow.<\/p>\n

I won’t break down,<\/em> she thought, rubbing her cold hands against each other.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNot until you’re back here, safe and sound,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 she whispered. Another deep breath, and she padded around the bed to her side. But when she pulled her nightshirt out from beneath her pillow, two long, slender objects fell out of it: two wands, one of them made of yew, the other of birch.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcOh God!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

He must have guessed that the verdict would be against them and hidden his wands here, so they could not be taken from him by force and broken. Her fingers were shaking, as she reached for the wands. Touching another wizard’s or witch’s wand was generally regarded as an intimate act\u00e2\u20ac\u201dnot necessarily of a sexual nature, but it was definitely the very personal nature of a wizard’s connection to his wand that was the origin of the uncountable wand jokes that circulated in the wizarding world.<\/p>\n

The moment she touched the wands, power flared up and rushed through her fingers. Hermione gasped, but she did not let go, although the feeling was almost painful. The residue of Severus’ magic in his wands felt almost as if he was there with her, filling the room with his intense presence.<\/p>\n

oooOooo<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHow is she?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Ron asked. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcHow are you?<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

Lois cuddled closer against him. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI can’t really say. Alina’s sleeping at last. As for myself\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 He felt her shrug. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI have no idea. Dazed, I suppose.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

He couldn’t help glancing at the sealed parchment on the sideboard that documented the identity of Alina’s father.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYes, because of that, too,\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Lois remarked with a wry grin. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI always thought that the saying \u00e2\u20ac\u0153ignorance is bliss\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/em>is utter rubbish. Now I’m not so sure anymore.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n

oooOooo<\/strong><\/p>\n

Back at Hogwarts, Hermione finally fell asleep, too, curled around her husband’s wands, her face streaked with tears.<\/p>\n

oooOooo<\/strong><\/p>\n


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