Hey this is my first fanfic so please read and review with that in mind. I will accept all your criticism but if it were constructive that would be good. And yes I know the characters are not mine so anything you recognise is not mine and credit goes to all those that have inspired me (too long a list so use your imagination!)
Now onto the story.
Chapter 1 – The SummonSeverus Snape spy extrodinaire was on his way to the Great Hall for dinner when he bent suddenly clasping his arm. At the same time Hermione Granger was just exiting the Hall. When she saw her Professor bent double in the entrance hall she went over to him. Upon seeing him holding his arm white faced tight-lipped she did the only thing that came to her mind. Realising that he would not want to be seen by others not knowing his 'night job' she put one arm around the unresisting man and led him towards the dungeons.
'Oh no what do I do with him he is obviously been summoned but he can't apparate in this condition. Ah well I had better ask him.'
"Professor, Sir" she said timidly "Umm where do you need to go?"
He seemed to be having trouble breathing but after a moment or so he gasped " Quarters"
Being Head girl Hermione knew where all the head of houses lived so she re-directed her steps towards a large painting of a black Stallion. He lifted his wand arm and muttered some words that Hermione had to strain to hear all the while moving his hand in an intricate pattern. She was surprised to say the least she had thought she was the only one in the castle to use such powerful wards. Although on second thoughts he had every right to be wary what with his job and all. Once the wards had been lowered he said Living Death, at this Hermione stifled a laugh, 'how typically morbid of the man' she thought before realising that the portrait had opened.
Not waiting to be asked in she walked right on ahead supporting a scowling Potions Master.
"Miss Granger" he said barely above a whisper "this is quite far enough you may go"
"No" was all she said one her face was a look of pure determination. Behind the bravado Hermione was silently praying that Snape would not be difficult, and to her surprise he wasn't. ' Should I be happy he isn't arguing or worried because it means he doesn't have the energy?' she mused. Realising they didn't have time to waste she set him down by the empty fireplace. Then asked mater of factly where his bedroom was.
'If looks could kill I would be six feet under twice over! Really you would think he'd have some trust in what I am doing since I have just rescued him from a very humiliating event.' With this thought she gave a small laugh and looked at her Professor,
"Sir I am only asking so that I can get your 'special robes and other attire'" meaning his death eater clothes. He gave her another very stranger look as if sizing her up for the task then sighed,
"First door to your right, in the wardrobe across from the door in the bottom draw"
She looked at him once more then went to get them. ' Well at least he can talk without too much pain, but he is still too weak to apparate and when he gets there Voldermort will punish his tardiness. How can I help...' The look on her face suddenly brightened and in was with a lighter step she entered his sanctuary. Hermione Joanna Granger the Gryffindor know-it-all had a plan, granted it had many flaws but as the cogs in her brain worked them out her heart took command. Now Hermione it must be said was not usually one to rush into things without a plan (she left that up to the boys) but when a mans life was one the line she would and could do anything. Though after this night she would come to wish more than once she had never seen the Potions Master fall, never helped him back to his room and never thought of her brilliant plan. Too much was to be revealed by her idea.
TBC
A.N.
Well a bit of a cliffy but please review and tell me how I'm doing or where I have already gone wrong. Sorry it is short next chapter will be longer, (I hope.)