Gwen found Graves not long after, holed up in her room even after all the months that she had been away. She sensed that he felt safest here, it was the one haunt he could roam about freely, no fear of being discovered. At his request Dumbledore had kept the room for Gwen, feeling that she would come back.

�Oh. He�s got a wicked temper.� She said after having relayed the incident to Graves.

�Yeah he does.� Graves said with a huff of forced laughter. He wasn�t terribly surprised and cursed himself for not being as careful as he usually was. He still felt that Snape�s behavior toward Gwen was uncalled for, but he wasn�t about to say so. Gwen would deal with it when she wanted to and not a minute sooner.

�Oh shit.� Gwen said, her face falling, her anger forgotten.

�What?� He asked concerned.

�He asked me if I ever wondered where I got it from. Oh shit.�

�What are you on about?�

�But that can�t be.� She said, truly flabbergasted. �That can�t be. No fucking way.�

�What?� He yelled, trying to shake her from her odd rambling.

�Snape might be my dad.� She said softly.

Graves actually laughed out loud. �You�re exhausted. Go to bed.�

�You�re treating me like a five year old again.�

�Yes I am. Now just get in your jammies and tuck in.�

�But what if��

He cut her off. �You have said some real fucked up things in your day and I have gone along with them, but this� this is ridiculous.�

Gwen realized he was right when she was too tired to argue otherwise. He tucked her into bed and curled up beside her not much later. Whatever had put that thought into her head would have to be sorted out in the morning of a fresh, new day.

To be Continued in Episode Ninety Four