A highly irritated Hermione Granger slammed the door on Number 12 Grimmauld Place and stomped down the steps.

"Hermione, wait."

Hermione turned to face the apologetic form of one Harry Potter.

"What? I just need some space and everyone acts as if I have just told you I was fucking the Dark Lord!"

Harry held his hands up in surrender.

"I'm sorry for reacting badly but after what just happened we are all worried about your safety."

Hermione's eyes glistened with tears as she was once again reminded of the Death Eater attack on her family that had killed her parents and if not for the Order showing up when they did, she would have been raped and killed.

"Harry, my parents are dead! I just need some time and space," Hermione said as she fought back her tears.

"I know you do Hermione. But we don't want anything more to happen to you," Harry said sympathetically as he held his arms open to her.

Sobbing, Hermione rushed forward and wrapped her arms tightly around Harry's waist. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on top of her head, her curls tickling his neck. She turned her face into the crook of his neck. Her whole body shook with the force of her sobs. Letting his hand drop to her back, he began to rub small soothing circles on her back while whispering that it would be alright.

After a while she started quieting down and her sobs turned to hiccups. Sniffling she pulled back and looked up at Harry.

"I'm sorry but I have to go," Hermione whispered.

Harry sighed, "Alright. But you have to look out for yourself and don't do anything that would put you in harm's way. You are the closest person to a sister that I have. I don't want to lose you."

"I'll take care of myself, don't you worry. Tell the others not to worry. If you don't see me before summer is over, you'll see me on the train or at Hogwarts."

Harry nodded and let her pull back. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. She gave him a small smile and she turned and started to walk away. Harry watched her until she passed through the wards that surrounded Number 12. Sighing, he turned around and headed back inside to wait for the fallout that Hermione's leaving would bring.

Hermione knew she passed the wards when she felt the magic pass over her. Turning, she gave Number 12 Grimmauld Place one final glance. Sighing, she turned away from the dilapidated sight and prepared to apparate when a pale hand shot out and covered her mouth. An arm snaked around her waist and with surprising strength the arm pulled her into a hard, masculine body. She struggled.

"Be still Miss Granger!" hissed a silky voice in her ear.

She struggled harder when she recognized the voice that belonged to one Professor Severus Snape.

"Stop! Miss Granger I do not wish to harm you but you need to stop struggling!"

Hermione quit struggling as she heard the urgent tone in his voice.

"Go along with what I do and say, we are being watched and I am glamoured. My name will be Rus. Understood?"

When she nodded he let go of her and spun her around to face him.

"Surprised to see me?" Severus asked in a slightly louder voice while pulling Hermione into a hug. At first she didn't do anything until he squeezed her in warning.

"Yes Rus, I am surprised to see you," Hermione copied him and wrapped her arms around him.

He pulled away and held his arm out, clearly expecting her to take it. "Walk with me."

She took his arm and they started to walk away from Number 12's wards. After a while his arm tightened on hers and he pulled her to a stop.

"Let's go," he whispered and as a jet of green light streaked towards them, they disappeared. The light going through where Hermione had been standing.

They arrived in a quaint looking sitting room and Severus removed his glamour. She rounded on him.

"What the HELL is going on?!?"

Instead of answering her he grabbed her arm and guided her to his study. There were two armchairs by the fireplace and he moved her in front of one.

"Sit," he said imperiously. When she didn't he added, "Please?"

She sat down and folded her arms.

"I'm sitting, so tell me what is going on!"

"Miss Granger, you have been targeted because of your role in the Final Battle."

"Because I'm Harry's friend? I know I have been targeted. You don't become friends with Harry without knowing that doing so puts you high on the Dark Lord's 'to kill' list." Hermione retorted.

"It's more than that," Severus said while pulling his wand out of his pocket and unlocking a drawer. Reaching in it he pulled out a small bowl. "I trust you know what this is?"

"It's a pensieve, used for storing memories so someone can view them," was Hermione's text book response.

Severus smirked, "Five points to Gryffindor, Miss Granger. This pensieve holds the reason the Death Eaters have been told to kill you."

Placing the pensieve on the desk, he sat down in the chair opposite of her and motioned for her to go view the contents of the pensieve.

She got up and went over to the desk. She hesitated before she stuck her finger in the swirling silver liquid. She fell into the memory. When she pulled out she was even more confused than when she was before she viewed the memory.

"Okay, what was that?" Hermione asked, going back to the chair she had vacated earlier.

"Miss Granger, what you saw was Sybil Trelawney's first prophecy. You know of the prophecy she had about Tom Riddle's downfall. This one is of your role in orchestrating the event. Now I know you don't set much store in Sybil but these prophecies have been confirmed by other Seers."

"But it said nothing about me! It was about the last Prince's daughter. How can that relate to me? The Prince line is an old pureblood one! I am muggleborn."

"No, you are not."

"Yes I am, my mother and father are muggles! Therefore, I am a muggleborn."

"Your mother may be a muggle, but your father is not," Severus said calmly.

"NO! My father is John Granger! He is a muggle!" Hermione said angrily.

"John Granger is not your biological father. I am."


Severus stood up and grabbed her arm. He pulled her out of her chair and took her out of the study. Taking her up a flight of stairs he pulled her into the first room. The room was bare except for a tapestry on the wall. He pushed her gently towards it and when she was in front of it he pulled a cord and the tapestry moved to one side revealing a family tree. At the top of it read 'THE HOUSE OF PRINCE'. It seems all purebloods kept a tapestry covered family tree. Severus pointed at something.

"Here." Severus said shortly.

Where he pointed was his name. He let his finger run down the line that connected him to his only offspring.


Hermione gasped. She knew that this was a magical family tree that updated itself when someone was born that had Prince blood. Even if the person had a minute amount of Prince blood they would be put on the tree. Hermione felt her world sway before she fainted. Severus caught her before her body hit the floor and took her to one of the guest rooms. He placed her gently on the bed and after he took her shoes and socks off he pulled the cover over her. He brushed her hair off of her face and gazed down on her upturned face. He'd let her sleep.