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scatteredlogicOriginal poster: mchoneygoose
Gift For: scatteredlogic
From: aprilgrey
Rating: PG
“So you’ve found me. Little-Miss-Know-It-All must think she’s rather clever.”
Hermione shifted her wand nervously. Halloween, the time when the veil between the living and the dead was at its thinnest, and here he’d snuck back to his old laboratory, while upstairs people feasted. “I need to know if my theory is correct.”
Snape, intrigued, lifted an eyebrow. “You are not here to avenge your Headmaster?”
“You secretly helped Harry find the artifacts he needed to destroy Voldemort and then went back into hiding.”
Snape returned to his cauldron. “Make yourself useful, girl.”
Her heart was ready to explode with fear and he was ordering her around like some schoolgirl! Problem was that she wanted to obey him, slip back into the schoolgirl approval seeking mode. Sighing, she laid down her wand and went to the chopping board.
“What is it that you need help with?”
He grunted. “Figure it out yourself. Mince the Mandrake root finely and mix with the Asphodel.”
Hermione mentally inventoried the ingredients and gasped. “You are going to bring Dumbledore back!”
“And Rowling be damned,” he said with a sneer.
Hermione was terrified of what they were about to do, but so loved being right.