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Violet sprang up in her bed. She was panting. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Sweat drenched her body.
Somewhere there was danger. It wasn't clear where the peril was, but it was present.
Was it here?
She steadied her breathing as she glanced at her surroundings.
To her right, Violet heard the sound of soft breathing. A shady figure rolled over in the cot, unaware of any sense of dread.
As her heart rate slowed, she strained her ears. There was not a sound coming from the hallway. No aurors, no professors, no animals, no Mum or Dad. Everything was calm. Everyone was safe.
Violet scanned her surrounding once more. All was clear. There was no need for alarm.
Satisfied that there was no need to fear, she crept towards the bathroom. She turned on the sink and splashed cool water onto her face. Perhaps the coolness could convince her that whatever had occurred was only a dream. Granted she had no idea what her dream consisted of other than the sense of overwhelming terror. Still, the cold water was real. The safe room was real. The calm was real.
Everything was okay.
Once her face was drenched she took an emerald hand towel and wiped it. Then she glanced into the mirror. Her body had not changed. Everything was the same as it had been.
As she tiptoed back to her bed, she began to wonder where her sense of panic had originated. Although there were a few important paper deadlines approaching, she was not concerned about the quality of her work or her ability to complete the projects. Rose was guarding the dungeons, so there was no need to fear an auror attack. Still, something inside of her was screaming that there was danger, an emotion she could not shake.
She lay down and stared at the dungeon ceiling. The last thing she remembered before waking was an urgent need to be with her parents. It was almost as if she was a child again, terrified of an incoming storm. For a moment she wished she had a stuffed rat or unicorn to cling to, at least until Mummy and Daddy came into her room and assured her that all would be well.
Violet blinked. Why am I thinking about my parents? Mum and Dad are safe in Australia. There's no need to worry about either of them.
Her mind wandered to all the times she had called to her parents in the middle of the night. Sometimes she had nightmares, sometimes she just wanted attention. Most of the time though, she had seen a monster. Instead of being terrified of them, she expressed pride at being able to find one. In the midst of her pride, she needed to share her findings with her parents. It mattered little that her most exciting discoveries occurred at one in the morning. Mummy and Daddy needed to see the monster now so they could see what an amazing magizoologist their daughter was becoming.
"Lookey Daddy! Mummy! It's a chimera!"
Dad yawned as Mum rubbed her eyes.
"Look at it!" Violet pointed to the shadowy figure and began to dance. "It's my very own pet chimera!"
"I can see that." Dad popped his back. "What exactly do you want us to do with it?"
"Say hi to it," Violet cheered.
Dad groaned. "Hello."
"What's its name?" Mum asked in as cheerful a tone as one could muster in the middle of the night.
Mum nodded. "We cannot properly introduce ourselves unless we know the chimera's name."
Violet cocked her head. "I don't know."
"Well, it is your pet chimera," Dad's expression softened. "Why don't you name it?"
"It's name is uh," Violet's eyes lit up. "I named it Vicky."
"Why did you name it Vicky?" Dad asked.
She giggled "Because it sounds like Victor, but it's a girl like me and Rose."
"Well, hello then, Vicky," Mum waved at the shadows.
"Indeed, hello," Dad answered.
Violet erupted into a fit of laughter. "Isn't it pretty?"
"It is beautiful," Mum answered.
"Victor! Come see my new pet chimera!"
"Violet, please don't wake up your brother…"
Before they could catch her, Violet squeezed between them.
"Victor! Victor! Come look at my chimera!"
He moaned. "Violet, go to sleep."
She leapt onto his bed. "Not until you see my pet chimera."
He pulled his blankets over his head, but after a few minutes even he awoke to look at her new pet.
Violet was crushed when the next morning she discovered her chimera was nothing more than a pile of toys.
Violet's lips curled up at the memory. She snuggled into the blankets and closed her eyes.
Mummy and Daddy were going to be just fine.
"I promise you that if I see Headmaster Snape I will serve him the warrant myself."
"You will, Hermione?"
"Are you sure you can handle him?"
"I am positive."
He raised an eyebrow.
"I have been fighting dark forces since I was eleven. I am more than equipped to handle one of my former professors."
"I am glad to hear it."
Rose slammed the door on the former auror. She sighed and trudged towards Headmaster Longbottom.
"You do an amazing impression of your mother," he noted.
"Thank you," she muttered.
He tilted his head. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's just odd to hear anyone say I am like mother," she admitted.
"All my life people have told me I behave like my dad. Granted I look much more like my mum than I do him for obvious reasons, but it is odd to imitate her when in actuality I behave much more like him."
"You have best aspects of both your parents," Headmaster Longbottom answered. "It does not surprise me that you could imitate either one of them."
"Perhaps," Rose ran her hands through her hair.
Headmaster Longbottom lowered his voice. "Are you still thinking about your dad?"
Rose slumped. "I just hope Dad's decision has not backfired on him."
Headmaster Longbottom put a hand on his professor's shoulder. "I am certain that whatever happens, your parents can take care of themselves."
"I know," she answered. "Still, I feel responsible for them. They have spent the better part of their lives caring for me. It feels as if I should give back to them somehow."
"You already are," Headmaster Longbottom answered. "You are trying to discover a cure for their ailments, and you are an amazing daughter. The latter is all either of them wants."
Headmaster Longbottom rubbed her back. "Your mum and dad are strong people. They can endure whatever life throws their way."
"I know, but if anything were to happen to Mum while he was amnesiac, Dad would never forgive himself," Rose replied.
"Hermione would never allow your father to remain angry with himself for long. She would find a way to snap him out of it."
"By showing that she's forgiven him. If he still didn't forgive himself then she would threaten not to make an omelet until he recovered from his funk."
Rose chuckled. "That sounds like Mum."
Headmaster Longbottom squeezed her shoulder. "You cannot control what happens to your parents. All you can do is focus upon protecting your students. Thus far, you have done an excellent job of doing so."
She embraced him. "Thank you."
He returned the hug. "I am only speaking the truth."
Rose glanced up at the ceiling, unable to shake the feeling that her dad had committed one of the biggest mistakes of his life.
"She's running a temperature of forty degrees!"
"We need to get her fever down now!"
Hermione struggled to open her right eye.
"I need some febra sā depsapar!"
Although her vision was blurry, she could make out the fuzzy figures of the healers and mediwitches. "Severus?"
"Mrs. Snape, you need to relax…"
"Where is Severus?"
There was a voice in the distance.
"They just came into the room and lunged towards the Snapes. Before I could react Mrs. Snape hexed all three of them."
"Severus?" Hermione attempted to scream, but it was a mere rasp.
"We need to give her a calming draught."
"No," Hermione grogged.
"Let's go ahead and give her a little spirorea iminitatii."
Her left eye opened. "No, if you combine those three potions together I'll be asleep for hours."
"Mrs. Snape, you need to relax."
"No!" her voice was stronger. "You need to tell me where my husband is and not give me potions that will put me to sleep for hours!"
"So the Snapes did not initiate the attack?"
"From what I could tell, no."
"Okay, this could make you drowsy."
"No, no please don't," Hermione pleaded. "Don't give me anything. I want to stay awake."
"You are going to feel relaxed."
"You don't understand! I can't fall asleep, not now!"
"Mrs. Snape, it's all going to be fine. You're going to be very relaxed soon…."
Now she was shouting. "No, you don't understand, I can't relax and go to sleep for hours!"
"We need to reduce your fever…"
Hermione's muscles relaxed.
"Mrs. Snape? Can you still hear me?"
"No, I can't fall asleep, not today."
"Let's check to see if the fever is going down."
"No, I need to see my son! I need to see him now!"
"Why do you need to see him?"
Hermione closed her eyes. "Today is his birthday."
"It's his birthday?"
"Yes," Hermione's muscles relaxed. "I need to be awake to wish him a happy birthday."