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* Disclaimer and all that in part one *
A/N Sorry for such a delay on this story. RL has gotten in the way
of more important things
Muggle: Non magical person
Mudblood: Nasty name for a person of muggle parentage
Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Albus Dumbledore's Office:
(12:00 AM EST)
The mischievous headmaster of Britain's esteemed school made
his way over to his ornate fireplace still attired in his
bedclothes. Taking a pinch of flo powder, he tossed it into the
blazing fireplace and happily called out `Severus Snape.'
Seconds later his head appeared in the American chambers of
Hogwart's esteemed potions master. "Morning has bro-ken!" he began
singing joyfully, yet hopelessly off key, it wasn't long before
"Did you really have to do that? Honestly, even Voldermont
never took so much glee from awakening us in the middle of the
night." Severus spat moodily.
Albus simply chuckled, and magiced a few lamps into shining
"Nice boxers Severus, did you pick them out all by
yourself?" he asked with feigned seriousness.
Snape simply crossed his arms across his chest and glared
hard at his headmaster. "I assume you came here for more than
commenting on the state of my underwear. I beg of you to just come
out and say it!" he said loosing some of his composure.
"All joking aside Severus, we've been most fortunate to
stumble across an informant from Hagletonia."
"Someone was foolish enough to turn spy against that group?"
Snape asked unable to hide his surprise.
"Yes, it's rather similar to a young man a few years ago who
turned from the ranks or Voldermont. Now, what was his name again?"
Snape turned suspiciously red in the face, but it must have
just been a trick of the dim light. "We have reason to believe she
will try to contact Rogue for either two purposes. To warn against
the coming danger, or too perhaps take the girl and attempt to be
brought back into the fold."
"I thought you said she turned spy, Albus."
"True enough, but the haglets have no real loyalties, except
to themselves. They will go to any lengths to greater their own
"In any case, we must up our guard. Have Hermione watch over Rogue
more closely than ever. It will be a strainful few weeks I am
"Very well, I shall inform her at once. And Potter,
"Oh, I suspect they have enough of a job to perform what with
earning detentions from you so often." he chuckled lightheartedly.
"Yes, true enough I suppose. If you'll excuse me Albus I
have work to do, seeing as I have eight hours before classes begin
and now that I'm awake" he stated a bit hotly, "I may as well make
use of the time."
"Carry on then, there seems to be a young Creevy at the door
whose antics demand my attention" Dumbledore finished warmly.
He ducked his head out of the fire and left Snape to face the
Severus intended to get up and begin researching a potion he was
intending to make in case the haglets succeeded breaking into the
school. He wanted to ensure that Cerebro would fail to work as they
planned it. However, an alliance between the muggle world and the
magical one was always difficult, especially in technological
aspects. The likelihood of a success was 50/50 in his opinion. But
working on a solution was easier than dwelling on the memories he
Still, Albus' comment about the similarity between himself
and the haglet spy rang in his head. Why had he ever joined
Voldermont's minions? For the power, for the glory and most of all
to rid the world of `dirty, filthy mudbloods.' Looking back, nearly
20 years later he was still disgusted at himself with the choice he'd
made at 17. Youth was a poor excuse, as was claiming it was a family
tradition. He'd been angry and resentful of those around him, and
he'd liked having power over people. The power to choose whether
someone died quickly or slowly. It was an intoxicating idea; the
reality of it had been terrifying and sickening.
He'd quickly come to the conclusion that nobody had the right
to decide who lived or died. Even if they were of lower stature, as
he'd thought Muggle-borns were, they deserved to live. He owed
Dumbledore his life, a debt he couldn't repay. Spying for him was
the least he could do. Severus shook his head and snapped back to
reality. There was so much to do today. He quickly dressed and made
his way into the laboratory.
20 minutes into his calculations or runes and trigonometry he
realized that he the measurement for watts and volts had completely
slipped his mind. He figured that this being a school, with many of
the student's powers involved in electricity he would be able to find
at least one reference book on the muggle subject in the library.
Cursing softly at the mental block, he rose and strode towards the
sizeable library of the mansion. He arrived to find it already
"Why am I not surprised to see you in here Ms. Granger?"
Hermione startled and dropped the book. Snape waltzed over
and picked it up. "Little Women?" he asked, clearly amused.
She colored a bit. "I used to read it whenever something was
bothering me. It always made me feel better."
"Well, what's bothering you now?" Snape said in an
uncharacteristic show of interest in another person.
Perhaps it was the shock of him addressing her in a manner
that wasn't scathing that made her pour out her problems. "The way
the people treat Rogue for one. Except for that Logan fellow, they
mostly steer clear of her. It's perfectly stupid! So what she can
kill with a touch. If she's covered there's no bloody harm!" she
burst out angrily. "And this food, and just everything is so bloody
It was impossible to tell who was more surprised. Snape at
Hermione's impassioned outburst, or Hermione at telling Snape
everything that was on her mind. The two of them sat in silence for a
long time. Eventually Severus broke the silence with somewhat
comforting words. " You can't change how people think Hermione, but
actions certainly have influence."
She looked at him, as if to say something and they closed her
mouth again and they sat looking at each other. "Right. Thanks
professor she said quietly," I think I'll go to bed now."
"Hermione wait. There's something I was supposed to tell
you, orders from Dumbledore," he said as she sat back down.
"Something doesn't make sense though," she stated, brow
"Why on earth would one of them choose to become a spy three
weeks before the big attack?"
"That was my concern as well. But as it's after one o'clock
already, I suggest we resume the puzzle tomorrow. "
Hermione simply nodded and headed back to bed. Snape
eventually found the book he came for and returned too his work.
Breakfast at Tiffany's
"Good morning Rogue." Hermione said brightly, despite the fact she'd
only slept for about six hours.
"Morning" Rogue muttered into her toast. She looked as if she
hadn't slept well at all. Her shoulders were slumped and she had the
beginnings of bags under her eyes.
"All right there?" Hermione asked her concerned.
Before Rogue answered, Logan crossed the room and sat in a chair
between the two girls. He eyed Hermione carefully before turning to
Rogue. "The usual?"
"Yeah" she admitted quietly.
Logan clamped a comforting arm around her shoulder. Hermione
suddenly felt like an intruder. She knew two things about Rogue, one
was that she was a rather private person, and the other was that only
Logan and herself now seemed comfortable around her. She figured
Rogue must really enjoy her time with Logan, and she gracefully left
the table calling `see you in class' over her shoulder. Logan and
Rogue were deep in talk by now, and Hermione smiled in satisfaction.
She just had a good feeling about it, and it was nice to see someone
get close enough to touch the girl.
Ron and Harry had established themselves well within the
fabric of the senior class already and got along with everybody.
They took a cue from Hermione and sat by her and Rogue today at one
of the clusters of desks. Professor Snape was lecturing on the
latter part of the 19th century and giving instructions for the
group's decades. Ron and Harry however were busy trying to get into
"Care to explain why you feel you needn't bother paying
attention in class Redding and Scarsdale?"
"Well sir. It's history, it happened like a million years
ago, why do we need to know about the Industrial Rampage and the
Constipation Proclamation?" Harry asked.
"Detention Scarsdale, for failure to pay attention in class
yet again. And I expect you and Mr. Redding here to do an extra
report on why in fact the Emancipation Proclamation is so
important." Snape bit out.
"That's not fair!" Ron blurted out.
"Life's not fair. You'll figure that out when you're an
"But I don't want to be a dolt" Ron said cheekily.
"Get out of my classroom. And you've"-
"Got detention, yeah. Catch ya then!" Ron scrambled out of
Snape was actually amused by Ron Weasley's wit, but instead
acted ill tempered and ended up snapping at Rogue and Hermioe for
talking about frivolous things like `nail polish and Cosmopolitan'
which they hadn't been discussing. But that really wasn't the
point. Hermione took this as her cue and childishly stuck her tongue
out at his back.
"I see I'll be babysitting you as well Miss Sensible. Don't
forget to bring your pacifier." Snape said as he whirled around and
caught her in the act.
Mercifully the bell rang, and the students made a beeline for
Chemistry with Jean.
I Spy, Girl talk, and more fun with the X-folk.
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