XXI
"Oh Ron, damn, how many times I tell it to you yet that you shall not leave open the window," Lavender cried and beat it with a loud bang in the frame , "Do you want me to get sick? Or worse, the baby? "
Ron just brought her a cup of hot tea, because for a few days, Lavender felt uncomfortable in the presence of a house elf. "I'm sorry," he assured her, "I just thought we could take some fresh air." "Yes, thought you, that's the problem, Ron," she said annoyed and sat down on a soft stool. She took the cup from his hand and put it on for drinking, took a sip and spit the contents out again. "What is it? Is that black tea? "She asked. Ron just nodded. "You know that Black tea is not good during pregnancy. I wanted a camomile tea and sugar, as well as any of it, "she bleated.
Ron took off her tray and walked with his head back in the kitchen, where Harry and Ginny were sitting, and their conversation, or rather, Lavenders monologue overheard had. For days, everyone shunned in the room in the house was staying the pregnant nerve bundles and they both looked at him sympathetically, as he entered. "You have indeed done soon," Harry cheered him on. "Well, I do not think though that her character after will change the pregnancy, but Harry is right, at least there will be nothing more that they can exploit, "said Ginny.
Neville paced in the hallway outside the open kitchen door and down. "Hermione, you come, I would not let Mary waiting," he yelled up the stairs. "At once, only for a moment," he heard her answer from above. Hermione was standing with a basket in the room, in which Severus had established his laboratory, and packed up some potions. The fate of the new potions master had rumgesprochen quickly so that Severus hardly ago Contracts could save. The prize for the sealer of their wands, they had been together. Of course, Burton wanted to have the amount in advance. The preparation of the sealer would take somewhat.
Hermione took time to make their trips into the city, a few of the potions and gave the orders, like today. Severus went back through the contents of the basket and got into a note with the address and price. She threw herself on one of her warm neck, took the basket and ran to Neville, who was waiting impatiently for it.
They had almost the same way. The McCoys had a nice house near the harbor. Conner had declined with thanks the spells to learn. He had taken it into his head that he was too old for that. Hermione still annoyed about this thick skull, but he happened to be more a creature of habit, because you just could not do anything. Mary, however, had from the office of the President will also receive their own magic wand and as compensation, only to the lessons she had to take care of itself. They took turns hard. Mostly, she learned from Neville, but occasionally had in some subjects sometimes stand in Harry or Ginny. She herself had in the past few days less and less time.
It was strange. She had to live the way they do here at hand in Boston so admired, but the longer she was here, the more you were aware of the shortcomings of this system. It was nice to have an explicit separation between wizards and Muggles, but the disadvantages of her appeared serious. Due to the lack of centralization of magic, the people cared more about itself is this communion was missing among the magicians. The children were educated at home by their parents. Severus had told her that in America, and in their own time, no real Magic school was.
was Muggle-born wizards for there is hardly a way to extend their magical powers, no one would find them, no letter, she thought, and remembered the day she received her own letter. Neville had stopped and she nearly ran into it in him. "Do you dream?" He asked kindly. "Sorry, I was thinking," she apologized. They stood in front of the shabby workhouse, where they had to hand in their delivery. "All right. Greet Mary of me, "said and they adopted from Neville. She entered the building, the walls inside were just as run down and out, and immediately noticed the strong odor after illness and medicine.
The poorhouse was not large, but all rooms and even the aisles were crowded with people of all ages. Some of them ill, some injured, others just getting old and weak. Inside, there was barely warmer than outside. A young woman, a suspected witch, Hermione came up to her and looked at her round belly. "Take your place, the doctor will look into it as soon as he can," she said. "Oh no, I'm not here for treatment. I make potions that they have ordered Mr. Snape, "said Hermione, raising the basket to for clarification.
The young woman nodded and pointed at her then to follow it. They entered one of the wards in which an old, white-haired man with glasses, the treated patients closely crammed together. "Mistress Snape is the potions here," she announced to the woman and left the room again. The white-haired magician, she had not observed, instead, he devoted himself fully to his patients.
A slightly older, more haggard witch was on the other side of the hospital bed and helped him. "I am surprised that they even employ women Mr ..." Hermione broke off her sentence as she realized she did not know his name. "Dr. Fander "he ended her sentence," Now they have to see, we are only a modest poorhouse. The work here is voluntary and will not pay. As you take any help I can get you. "
" Really all, "he added angrily as he repeatedly broken arm from the clumsy hands of his assistant took. Hermione had seen the two and then pulled out her own wand. skillfully "Ferula," she said splints, and thus the break. Dr. Fander looked at her interested. "They can deal with healing spells," he noted, and took her from the basket.
"Yes, and I would like to offer you my help," said Hermione, "On one condition." Fander looked at her inquiringly. "I would like to learn something," she added. Fander laughed. "Well, I can guarantee it, "he said," Sometimes even I learn something here. "
" you can begin immediately. Have they ever seen the bite of a Grendel? "he asked. Hermione shook her head and followed him, full of anticipation in the next room. It was small, but not as full as the rest of the poorhouse and poorly lit. A total of three beds were in it. Dr. Fander went to one of them and welcomed a middle aged man whose distorted face and hunched posture seemed to imply that he great Have had pain.
was first approached closer than Hermione to him, she saw the large wound on his thigh, the frayed ends of which evoked a bite. "We have something to relieve her suffering Mr. spinning," said Fander and watched how the facial features of the patient relaxed hopeful. "The poison of Grendel is well placed to keep the wound festering free," said he, pointing to the pink meat from the gaping wound, "In this volume, however, it prevents the cure."
"And there is nothing that you could do?" asked Hermione. Fander frowned, but it was clearly seen something like confidence in his face. "The treatment is actually not difficult," he said, "neutralizing the poison in places, and can heal the body. However, the almost happen simultaneously, otherwise the poison from spreading Nearby tissue off. Unfortunately, most of our helpers Muggles, nuns, to be exact. They are the few exceptions who work here all day and expect nothing in return, "he said," I've been waiting for ages for someone of Christopher's Hospital, but the lords of the world too fine, I'm afraid, but now they're here. I'm sure we both have the hammer out outstanding. The healing spells they know? "He asked, to which Hermione replied with a nod.
"All right", was waiting until his patient had completely swallowed the potion, he rolled up his sleeves and pulled out his wand. He had neutralized the poison in a place to heal the Hermione immediately left. They worked in front of piece by piece, until the entire wound was supplied.
There was so much to do and see that Hermione had forgotten their fatigue and their hunger completely and as she looked from one of the small window, she realized that it was getting dark. "You should go home, my love. Do not worry, tomorrow we are still here, "said Fander friendly.
As she entered her house in the Tremont Street, it was already dark outside and Severus had expected on top of the stairs already. "Where were you?", He wanted to know when he saw her radiant face. "In the poor house because you sent me where you belong," she replied, "I have found there a little Dr. helped. You suspect have no idea what I've seen it all. That was just incredible. I've never seen dragon pox and we have treated a Grendelbiss. Did you know the way, that Grendelgift well in small amounts to festering wounds? I have to write the same to me, "she gushed go.
Severus looked at her intently. "Do you really think that this is a particularly good idea to stay up so many diseases," asked with raised eyebrow, firmly resolved not to be influenced by their joy. However, before Hermione could answer, one flew in. brew inconspicuous owl and pulled both of their attention on themselves. She dropped a letter from Severus feet and disappeared. He picked up the letter and began reading it, while Hermione turned to him and mitlas of the page.
After a while she got big eyes. "Who is this Jonathan Riley?" She asked. Severus shrugged. "I have some potions made for him," he added then. "And you think we should go there?", Thrust it further. He looked at closely. Her face was already more than to see clearly that they like to go there would. Perhaps this was in fact not such a bad idea, he thought. Such a social event was to close a good opportunity to meet new people and at least they were still looking Alphonso Wintergrasp. "Should Yeah, I think we can look us there"
he said after a while and brought joy to Hermione to shine. She took the letter out of hand around to read it again.
Dear Mr. Snape,
I would like to express my deepest gratitude for the excellent quality of the potions that they send me. Since I their outstanding Talent already in many of my friends have praised in glowing terms, it would be my honor to you and your family for the annual Christmas Ball, in a week, welcome to my humble house together dü ;, DO.
So I remain, as her devoted servant, Jonathan Riley
***
The whole day was already very busy in the house and in the evening it was even worse. The driver was waiting for more than 30 minutes when the three women finally came down the stairs. Severus walked down impatiently up and down. They had all made out of three, but his gaze was solely on Hermione. The dark brown silk dress from her was very good and highlighted the warm golden tones of her eyes. She fell loosely over her shoulders and was a generous cleavage. In the breast, it was closely cut, and then fell well beyond the now lush baby belly.
He walked up to her and offered her his arm to escort her to a coach. Is anything but modest property Jonathan Riley, was a bit outside of Boston. They drove through a lush English garden, equipped with all the elaborate statues was up to the house where they were taken by a servant in reception.
"Ah, Mr. Snape, I can not tell you how pleased I am that they have accepted my invitation," Jonathan Riley greeted him as they entered the ballroom. Severus asked him in front of each one after that Riley was friendly note. At Hermione's eyes remained hanging for a moment longer. He took her hand and kissed her principal back of her hand, while his piercing blue eyes to their not lost sight of. Riley was a handsome young man, contrary to the usual trend, he was not wearing of powdered wigs, but had his blond hair tied loosely in the neck.
"I hope you forgive me that I kidnap her husband," he briefly turned to Hermione, before returning to immigration one of his other guests. "Wait Burns, I have to imagine them absolutely anyone," he cried and pulled Severus after him.
There she stood, very alone in the ballroom. Ginny, Lavender, Ron, Harry, Neville and Draco had already mixed with the crowd. Once she decided to go a round and a little look around. The hall was decorated magnificently. There was excellent European wines, excellent food, expensive silver cutlery and even a full orchestra, which provided for lively music.
It lasted quite a while, but eventually she was able, after far and wide, nowhere could find some alcohol-free, to persuade one of the servants to bring their own pumpkin juice. She sat down on the stool near the large window and listened to the music while she sipped her pumpkin juice, as two very expensive dressed ladies sat down beside her. One of them
wore a purple dress. Your Laced corset was so tight that they had ever zufächern air. The others stood out for its lush, powdered wig and a black beauty mark, she had stuck under the right eye.
"Have you seen the new already? That Mr. Snape? "Asked the woman in the red dress," He should be a gifted potions masters, such as one hears and attractive he is. "Attractive, but what I heard married, my dear, "she said her friend. "This should not be an obstacle, "assured her the lady in red dress," I do not know a man who is not even occasionally in the brothel happy. was "
Mad at Hermione. She saw the two women in horror, but rather chose to be silent, because apparently they did not know who she was and she did not like to attract attention in this way. They swallowed their anger and hurried away.
Draco had enjoyed it once again get out. He has danced with the third lady and noticed that it the other girls looked at all languishing.
"Julia, here are you, yes, "came a young man approached his companion, as they had finished their dance. "Oh, hello, brother. May I introduce you to Mr. Malfoy? "She said," Draco, this is my brother, Jason Hunt. "
" Malfoy? ", Hunt's attention. "Are you related by chance with the Malfoy's from London?" He asked. "Yes, I am," he confirmed Draco and found that it was not even lie, because he was related to this Malfoys or would it be better said. "This is unbelievable I had always assumed that Malfoy would not be interested in the new world. They come with. I have to imagine them someone. He himself is a Malfoy, mother, "Hunt said, and read his sister standing by surprise.
"Mr. Wintergrasp, I can do it with Mr. Malfoy known in London, "Hunt said to a man of middle age. "Wintergrasp" Draco was there through my head. He had heard the name already. Severus had mentioned it, but as far as he remembered it was about a boy at the 15th
Draco gave his opposite hand. "How beautiful, my wife was a Malfoy, Lucinda Malfoy. Are they alone here? "Said Wintergrasp asked friendly. "No, I'm with my godfather in Boston," Draco grabbed the opportunity. He had looked around the room and found not far away on Severus' view, he waved to the now normal. "May I introduce you to my godfather, Severus Snape," Draco said, as Severus had arrived with them, "Uncle, this is Mr. Wintergrasp."
Severus eyebrow slid up. So that was Wintergrasp, he had expected something different. He tried to can not show his surprise to him and greeted him politely. "I never intended to meet a Malfoy in the new world," marveled Wintergrasp, "Why do they not come tomorrow for dinner in my modest house over. I would be happy getting to know them. "
To be continued ...
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