Severus Snape. A man who lost the woman he loved to his childhood bully, a man who was scarred by his family way before that, and who had run to the Death Eaters in search for a family. The place he truly belonged. The fact that he very well be a spy now was simply irrelevant in the long run, Tom might distrust him for now but Hermione was not the master who had killed said woman who had been the reason for his defection. Hermione knew he was the one the instant she saw his eyes filled with hate at Sirius Black, and fear of Lupin once he set foot in the shrieking shack on a full moon. Hermione could just see the teenage boy hiding behind the snarling lined face that stood holding Black at wand point.