AN: This story happens some time near the begininning of fith year. That's pre-Cho, pre-occlemency lessons, and pre-Sirius's death :D
Disclaimer: Unfortunatly these wonderful charecters are property J.K. Rowling with the exeption of a few that I will make up :)
"Potter!" My least favorite proffesser yelled, breaking my almost slumber.
"Mmm?" I asked, not completely woken up.
"Potter, you are just like your father, arrogant, and rude." Severus Snape snarled.
"You know nothing about my father!" I yelled, fully waking up.
"And you do?" He got as close as possible to my face, I was silent when I realized, I didn't really know anything about my father's past, or how he was when he was at Hogwarts.
"Aaah, silence." Snape smirked.
I felt myself shaking in anger, "You don't."
"Potter, you are to be in my office at eight o' clock this evening,
I sighed and started taking prepared." Snape walked back up to the front, I was worried.
Hermione passed me a note.
What did he mean 'come prepared'?
I looked at her framiliar handwriting, unsure what to write back, I settled with If it's Snape, that rules out hugs and puppies.
She looked at my writing furiously, Harry! This could be serious, what if he makes you do what we're learning in class today? That would be terrible, pay attention!
I scrawled something back, but she refused to take it. Shaking her head, and discretly pointing to the front of the room.
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Later that class period.
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I melted my cauldren! On the assignment that it really mattered, I melted my cauldren! Even Neville looked a bit smug.
I heard a bell ring somewhere over the grounds and we gathered our things, I just vanished my cauldren, getting out of there as soon as I could.
"Eight o' clock Potter, don't forget!" I heard that hated voice yell out the door.
I walked down the long corridor on my way to the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione on either side of me.
"Maybe it won't be so bad." Ron tried to cheer me up, Hermione and I looked at him like he just confessed his undying love for Malfoy.
"Are you kidding, I'll be lucky if I'm still alive at the end of the day!" I said as we took our seats at the Gryffindor table.
"Oh, stop being so melodramatic!" Hermione hit me in the arm.
"You okay Harry, it looks like you just kissed Umbridge." Ginny squeezed inbetween me and Ron.
"Ugh, what if he makes me kiss Umbridge?" I put my head down on the table.
"Is he okay?" Ginny put her hand against my back.
"He has detention with Snape tonight." Ron was still laughing at, what I presumed, me kissing the frog like woman.
I lifted my head, "He said, 'come prepared' what does that mean?"
"Er, I think it means your dead." Ginny said lightly, reaching across me for something, my head was already back on the table.
"Harry, the worst he can do is make you clean something, he can't actually hurt you, Dumbledore would have his head." Hermione said, obviously not wanting to think a teacher, even one as nasty as Snape, would ever break the rules.
"Well, I'm going to go to the common room so I can say goodbye to all my things." I sighed heavily.
"Shut up Harry!" They all three said at the same time.
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7:50 that night.
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"Well I better be going, I'll see you on the other side." I knew I was being way dramatic, but it was Snape!
"Shut up!" Ron yelled, throwing a pillow at me.
I walked down to the dungeon I hated so much, thinking about my punishment.
I rapped on the door three times, "Come in!"
I heard the low monotone say.
I stepped in, bracing myself for the worst.
"Sit." Snape motioned for him to sit in the desk across from him. I looked at the things spread out on the desk; a time turner, a cheap invisibility cloak, and a vial of potion.
"What exactly is my punishment?" I asked, biting my lip at the odd array of magical objects.
Snape smirked, "Well Potter, I'm sick and bloody tired of you saying I don't know your father, when in fact I went to school with him, and you don't know in the slightest, so I'm sending you back in time."
"Back-in-time?" I said slowly, unchomprehending.
"Yes, put the turner on," Snape ordered, I did it without thinking, "Now, you will turn it thirty times, take the potion and give it to anyone you reveal your identity to, and use the cloak."
"Yes, sir." In my excitement I completely forgot to be disrespectful.
I put the borrowed cloak on, not wanting to reveal my personal one, pocketing the potion. I started spinning the timeturner, after a while I noticed it started spinning on it's own, as if reading my mind.
Sending me into a different Hogwarts.
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