Time travel was never easy. And if you were going to send someone into the
future that person had to be resourceful, intelligent and detached. At
least that was what Dumbledore said while talking him into this foolhardy
escapade. It had seemed such a simple task. Go into the future and
retrieve a few pieces of the mature Scarmugs root. The crucial ingredient
for a powerful potion, that would destroy the Blade of Agnort. Used in
necromancy spells, the blade was capable of returning a chosen soul into a
corps. Voldemort was defeated and his body had been completely
obliterated. But no one was taking that for granted again, dark arts
artifacts were being destroyed across the world.
The Scarmugs plant had to be exactly twenty years old for it to be of use. The only plant nearing twenty years of age was conveniently at Hogworts, but it was only fifteen years old in Snape's time. No one was willing to hide the blade for five years so he had been selected (Bullied into), quickly educated (Forced to go over information he already knew) and under the watchful eye of the Ministry wizards (Complete group of idiots) he had traveled through time and was now five years in the future. It had been a particularly unpleasant experience.
When he had chosen the area to appear, behind Hagrids cottage had seemed like the perfect place. It was secluded, rarely used and only a hundred meters away from the very plant he needed. Unfortunalty for Snape the area in front of Hagrids cottage was now being used for some sort of festivity. The whole place was crawling with people. Congratulating himself in at least insisting that he take Potters invisibility cloak. Snape wrapped the fabric around himself and settled in for a long wait. The plant was in sight of the party, and people would probably notice a plant digging itself up near the forest.
There was nothing else he could do but watch the people before him. Music was being played somewhere and the smell of tantalizing food was wafting over the crowd. An elegant white tent had been set up on the lawn and hundreds of tiny fairy lights lit up the twilight. Giving the entire area an enchanted look, as the lights lazily floated swirling and dancing above the guests. Curiosity was slowly uncurling within the Potion masters mind. There were no students present. All of the guests seemed to be adults, many he recognized as his fellow faculty members. Some people even appeared to be muggles, their costume and amazed expressions giving them away. Noting absently that his future self was not present, Snape leaned against Hagrids hut dejectedly. Its not like he would have gone if people had asked him, but they probably hadn't really tried to get him here. No one besides Dumbledore would have noticed his absence.
As he watched Harry Potter and a glowing Ginny Wesley came into view. Potter put a protective hand on Miss Weasly or was that Mrs Potters obviously expanding stomach. Despite himself Snape was pleased, working with Harry Potter during the war had done much to dispel the bad feelings between them. Harry was not his father and if anyone deserved happiness it was probably him. Although he was not looking forward to teaching a Potter/Weasly in eleven years, maybe it was time to think about a career change.
Mr Ron Weaslys unmistakably bright red hair could be seen approaching the couple and behind him was a pretty brunette. Snape could vagly remember the girl from one of his classes. A Ravenclaw if he was not mistaken. Snape wondered where Miss Granger was, usually these two were not together without her somewhere close behind. Hearing a snap of branches behind him Snape froze. Hoping the invisibility cloke was hiding every part of him, he slowly turned to be confronted by a flushed Hermoine Granger. Wearing traditional wedding robes she was a beautiful sight. Her hair was unbound and flowing down her back in curls, flowers weaved into the silky looking mass.
Behind Hermonie Granger came her groom. Also dressed in traditional wedding robes, warm smile upon his face. For a few seconds Snape forgot to breath. It was his future self.
"Hermonie wait" pulling on her hand his future self drew her into quick kiss and pulled some leaves from the back of her gown. Smiling Hermonie pulled a leaf from behind the future Snape's ear and laughed.
"I can't believe that you could not wait a few more hours. I am married to you now, you get to kiss me for the rest of our lives."
"I wanted to properly kiss my wife, the kiss at the alter had to be censored for the public." He finishing that statement with another long kiss, eventually Hermoine struggled out of his arms.
"Sev, wait until tonight. We have to get back to the reception or people will start talking."
"Let them talk, were married. I am sure that our guest know that this is what married people do." His eyes were twinkling down at her as he drew her back into his embrace. "Especially Potter, he defiantly knows what married people do."
"Sev" The future Snape let out a long suffering sigh and looked towards the sky, making Hermione giggle at his expression.
"Alright, you head back and I will join you in just a moment. I am sure they all know what we were doing any way, but if it will please you my lady wife. For appearances sake, we will retune separately." Laughing. Hermonie lent up for one final kiss before straitening her robes and darting back into the party. Snape watched shocked as she made her way towards her friends. They all smiled upon her approach and Ron said something that made her blush and the others laughed. Obviously the wedding gusts knew exactly why the bride and groom had disappeared for a few moments and no one was the least bit put out by it.
Snapes mind was spinning. He had just seen himself kissing a very willing Hermonie Granger. He was going to marry Hermonie Granger, she was going to be his wife and from the looks of things absolutely no one seemed to have a problem with this. Least of all his future self.
It was unbelievable that a woman like her would ever be interested in a man like him. He had battled the Death Eaters by her side, he respected her. But to love her and have that love returned, was something he had never even considered. No one could love him, he had reconciled himself with that fact a long time ago. He had accepted that the cold scholalery life he lead would be the one he would lead to his death.
"This can all be yours you know." Snape had almost forgotten about his future self, turning he saw that his future self was watching his wife with his guests. "I know your there, I saw this all my self five years ago and I also could not believe it. But love comes into our life and she makes you happier than you have ever been. And by some miracle you can make her happy too." His future self began to move away, pausing just before he came into view of the wedding guests he turned. Almost looking his past self in his invisible eye, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Besides, you know you can't change the future."
With an enigmatic smile the future Snape departed, heading towards his wife. Once he reached her he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the crown of her head. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with warmth and love. This could be his future. Hope flared where there had been none. This could be his life in the future. Watching the people before him their easy smiles and gentle banter and most of all, the lovely, intelligent woman wrapped contentedly in his future self's arms. Suddenly he could not wait for it to begin.
The Scarmugs plant had to be exactly twenty years old for it to be of use. The only plant nearing twenty years of age was conveniently at Hogworts, but it was only fifteen years old in Snape's time. No one was willing to hide the blade for five years so he had been selected (Bullied into), quickly educated (Forced to go over information he already knew) and under the watchful eye of the Ministry wizards (Complete group of idiots) he had traveled through time and was now five years in the future. It had been a particularly unpleasant experience.
When he had chosen the area to appear, behind Hagrids cottage had seemed like the perfect place. It was secluded, rarely used and only a hundred meters away from the very plant he needed. Unfortunalty for Snape the area in front of Hagrids cottage was now being used for some sort of festivity. The whole place was crawling with people. Congratulating himself in at least insisting that he take Potters invisibility cloak. Snape wrapped the fabric around himself and settled in for a long wait. The plant was in sight of the party, and people would probably notice a plant digging itself up near the forest.
There was nothing else he could do but watch the people before him. Music was being played somewhere and the smell of tantalizing food was wafting over the crowd. An elegant white tent had been set up on the lawn and hundreds of tiny fairy lights lit up the twilight. Giving the entire area an enchanted look, as the lights lazily floated swirling and dancing above the guests. Curiosity was slowly uncurling within the Potion masters mind. There were no students present. All of the guests seemed to be adults, many he recognized as his fellow faculty members. Some people even appeared to be muggles, their costume and amazed expressions giving them away. Noting absently that his future self was not present, Snape leaned against Hagrids hut dejectedly. Its not like he would have gone if people had asked him, but they probably hadn't really tried to get him here. No one besides Dumbledore would have noticed his absence.
As he watched Harry Potter and a glowing Ginny Wesley came into view. Potter put a protective hand on Miss Weasly or was that Mrs Potters obviously expanding stomach. Despite himself Snape was pleased, working with Harry Potter during the war had done much to dispel the bad feelings between them. Harry was not his father and if anyone deserved happiness it was probably him. Although he was not looking forward to teaching a Potter/Weasly in eleven years, maybe it was time to think about a career change.
Mr Ron Weaslys unmistakably bright red hair could be seen approaching the couple and behind him was a pretty brunette. Snape could vagly remember the girl from one of his classes. A Ravenclaw if he was not mistaken. Snape wondered where Miss Granger was, usually these two were not together without her somewhere close behind. Hearing a snap of branches behind him Snape froze. Hoping the invisibility cloke was hiding every part of him, he slowly turned to be confronted by a flushed Hermoine Granger. Wearing traditional wedding robes she was a beautiful sight. Her hair was unbound and flowing down her back in curls, flowers weaved into the silky looking mass.
Behind Hermonie Granger came her groom. Also dressed in traditional wedding robes, warm smile upon his face. For a few seconds Snape forgot to breath. It was his future self.
"Hermonie wait" pulling on her hand his future self drew her into quick kiss and pulled some leaves from the back of her gown. Smiling Hermonie pulled a leaf from behind the future Snape's ear and laughed.
"I can't believe that you could not wait a few more hours. I am married to you now, you get to kiss me for the rest of our lives."
"I wanted to properly kiss my wife, the kiss at the alter had to be censored for the public." He finishing that statement with another long kiss, eventually Hermoine struggled out of his arms.
"Sev, wait until tonight. We have to get back to the reception or people will start talking."
"Let them talk, were married. I am sure that our guest know that this is what married people do." His eyes were twinkling down at her as he drew her back into his embrace. "Especially Potter, he defiantly knows what married people do."
"Sev" The future Snape let out a long suffering sigh and looked towards the sky, making Hermione giggle at his expression.
"Alright, you head back and I will join you in just a moment. I am sure they all know what we were doing any way, but if it will please you my lady wife. For appearances sake, we will retune separately." Laughing. Hermonie lent up for one final kiss before straitening her robes and darting back into the party. Snape watched shocked as she made her way towards her friends. They all smiled upon her approach and Ron said something that made her blush and the others laughed. Obviously the wedding gusts knew exactly why the bride and groom had disappeared for a few moments and no one was the least bit put out by it.
Snapes mind was spinning. He had just seen himself kissing a very willing Hermonie Granger. He was going to marry Hermonie Granger, she was going to be his wife and from the looks of things absolutely no one seemed to have a problem with this. Least of all his future self.
It was unbelievable that a woman like her would ever be interested in a man like him. He had battled the Death Eaters by her side, he respected her. But to love her and have that love returned, was something he had never even considered. No one could love him, he had reconciled himself with that fact a long time ago. He had accepted that the cold scholalery life he lead would be the one he would lead to his death.
"This can all be yours you know." Snape had almost forgotten about his future self, turning he saw that his future self was watching his wife with his guests. "I know your there, I saw this all my self five years ago and I also could not believe it. But love comes into our life and she makes you happier than you have ever been. And by some miracle you can make her happy too." His future self began to move away, pausing just before he came into view of the wedding guests he turned. Almost looking his past self in his invisible eye, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Besides, you know you can't change the future."
With an enigmatic smile the future Snape departed, heading towards his wife. Once he reached her he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the crown of her head. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with warmth and love. This could be his future. Hope flared where there had been none. This could be his life in the future. Watching the people before him their easy smiles and gentle banter and most of all, the lovely, intelligent woman wrapped contentedly in his future self's arms. Suddenly he could not wait for it to begin.