not just books and cleverness

[booksand_clever]

It had been a hard summer, and nothing like the idyllic childhoods Hermione remembered before Hogwarts. Sure, she'd had a few before things got really bad, but she hadn't had a nice, normal holiday with her parents since she was thirteen. A lot had changed since thirteen, teeth nonwithstanding, and Hermione felt a new sense of responsibility that

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[part_kneazle]

Crookshanks liked exploring the hospital. There were more places to go, and it lacked a certain kitten who clearly needed to learn the rules. Not going after Shakespeare was basic.

He was just wandering around at this point, when he smelt it. Hermione's scent. He'd know it anywhere.

Quickly he followed it and sure enough, there she was. She didn't look very good, and he headed to her side. Hermione! he meowed.

[booksand_clever]

Hermione was pale and sweaty and it felt like her stomach was swimming with nargles, whatever they were. Still, at the sound of Crookshanks she looked up, even managing a weak smile.

"Crookshanks. Happy to see you...could you find a mediwizard? Or a doctor? I've been tortured," she managed, turning her head and cupping her mouth to keep from vomiting.

[part_kneazle]

Hermione looked really bad. He nuzzled up against her and purred for a minute, then meowed, I'll find someone.

[booksand_clever]

"There there, Crookshanks. I'm quite all right. I just need tea or a potion," Hermione promised, taking comfort from his soft, furry form.

[potion_brewer]

Snape cursed when he saw her appear. Granger. Of course. Fate could certainly not have been pleased when he found this place, so naturally it had to send a member of the Gryffindor Golden Trio in order to affirm that he was suitably annoyed.

The way she was trembling was a glaringly obvious indication of what had happened to her. Cruciatus, clearly. Had the idiot girl managed to get herself kidnapped? It appeared so.

Was he doomed to spending the rest of his life cleaning up after Gryffindors? Snape sighed, summoning the Invigoration Draught he had stored in his room, along with several other medicinal potions and herbs. "Granger," he said, when he was right behind her. "Do refrain from vomiting on my robes."

[booksand_clever]

Hermione scrambled away as best she could, eyes wide with fear. "You filthy traitor," she hissed, watching him. "We all trusted you. Where was your loyalty?"

[potion_brewer]

Severus narrowed his eyes. "Do not speak of things of which you know nothing," he spat menacingly. "My loyalty is not up for discussion."

[booksand_clever]

"Forgive me if I don't want to be poisoned by a Death Eater," Hermione said coldly, trembling from the aftereffects of the curse. "Being tortured was enough for me."

[no_glass_castle]

Jeannette creeps into the room, halfway through her exploration of the hospital. Stuffed snake in one arm and a textbook in the other, she asks, "Are you gonna throw up? I know where they keep the buckets."

[booksand_clever]

"Just might," Hermione said grimly, trying to convince her stomach to hold out for at least a bucket, if not a bathroom. She'd give anything for the Room of Requirement filled wall to wall with chamber pots at the moment.

[no_glass_castle]

Jeannette makes a face, pointing. "That's the potty. I'll get you a bucket."

Toddling over to Hermione, she holds out her book and snake. "Here, hold Little Sevvie and my book. I'll go get a bucket."

She darts into a hall, returning in a few minutes.

[booksand_clever]

"Little...Sevvie?" Hermione asked, incredulous. Why on Earth would someone want to name a plush toy after Professor Snape? Sure, Hermione never had a problem with Snape until the Dumbledore incident and, despite evidence to the contrary, still reserved judgment on him but...Little Sevvie?