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Chapter 1 - The Potion

Hermione granger sat in her fifth year potions class. She preferred to work by herself, it was easier for her as she didn't have to stop continuously to explain it to someone else or to dumb it down for them to the point where she got bored of the work. However alone she could work in peace, allowing the methodical pattern. It was easy to slip into her work and she's startled when she's tapped on the shoulder by the awkward boy sitting behind her.

"Hermione can you explain this to me?" Neville asks. Hermione's brown eyes stare at him incredulously, it was still unbelievable that Neville could not grasp the concept of such a simple potion. Hermione quickly explains to Neville what he must do in the simplest of terms that she can manage. The furrow in Neville's brow concerned Hermione but she turned around and went back to her work. She did not see the look Professor Snape gave her nor the sneer that shaped his lips as he watched her explaining to Neville the simple work. Nor did she notice her teacher getting up and making his way toward her as she continued her work.

"Miss Granger," Hearing her name coming from his lips gave her a chill and as she looked up she saw her professor standing above her, drenched in his black robes, his arms crossed over his chest. "Why were you talking and aiding another student in my class, when I specifically stated at the beginning of the lesson NOT to do so?" Hermione could tell that this was her chance to explain herself but what would she say, what pathetic excuse would she come up with or would she just tell the truth, as her gut instinct was telling her to do so?

"I was advising to Neville on what he should do for this potion Sir," Hermione said as she looks into her professors obsidian eyes.

Professor Snape did not seem impressed by her answer and sneered back at her "That Miss Granger was not your place to do so. Mr Longbottom should be competent enough after four years in my class to do the potion I have tasked you all with today."

"But Sir that's not fair, I was only assisting him because he would have been too terrified to ask the dungeon bat for help himself." Her voice was rising as her temper began to flare. She had risen from her seat but refused to sit back down when Snape's hands slammed against her table.

"I dare you to call me that again Miss Granger." Snape's voice was nothing but a soft sneer, barely loud enough for anyone but Hermione to hear.

"Dungeon Bat." She spits her eyes are leveled as she stares into Snape's obsidian eyes. There were very few people that Hermione Granger could say that she hated but how she loathed Snape.

"Detention, For both you and Mr. Longbottom. You will be severing detention for me for the rest of the week. Be here at seven o'clock sharp." His eyes dare her to question him again. Hermione allows herself to fall back into her seat, luckily for Neville and Hermione it is Friday and therefore they only have three days of detention. She completes the potion half an hour before the rest of the class, sealing up the sluggish liquid in a thin vial before walking it up to the front of the room and placing it on Snape's desk.

He gives me no notice that he's even aware of her or the potion she created which now sits in the vial rack clearly labeled with her name. She turns away from Snape and makes her way back to her seat. She has nothing else to do but watch Snape from her seat. The way that his raven hair falls around his face, veiling his face from the rest of the world. His hooked nose was quite distinct, the obvious stand out feature when looking at him from far or near. His sourness and snark did not help in any manner and it only lessoned whatever attractiveness that he could muster up. Hermione had heard some of the girls - these girls were of the likes of Lavender Brown and her friends; to be precise - in the Gryffindor girls rooms talking about their fantasies of Snape however she couldn't see what they were talking about. There was nothing attractive about Snape in the slightest, his only redeeming quality was his wit and cleverness. However even that was dimmed in comparison to everything else about him.

The ringing of an unseen bell brings Hermione back to her sense and she collects her already packed satchel before leaving the classroom. Harry and Ron aren't that far behind her and when they catch up Ron claps her on the back, almost making her fall to her knees by the weight of the slap.

"I cannot believe you stood up to Snape like that!" Ron exclaims, his blue eyes sparkling with merriment. Harry is nodding along his brilliant green eyes portraying his excitement at what they had witnessed.

"Well someone had to stand up to him, and the way he was treating Neville was completely unfair." Hermione says, shrugging her shoulders lightly.

"Yea but who knew it would be you Mione! I mean you never talk back to a teacher, let alone get in trouble with one!" Ron says and she just simply smiles and shrug again. Hermione Granger isn't usually the type of girl to get in trouble, what with her being the smartest witch of her age she usually could win the teachers over very easily. However nobody had or ever would be able to manage to charm Snape and it wasn't expected of Hermione to win him over either. Harry and Ron loathed the man as well, the man whom managed to make their lives a living hell every single day. Even during dinner the boys could not get over the injustice of what Snape had done to Hermione. Hermione only nodded her head at some of the things that the boys had to say or injected short comments where necessary, however for the most part Hermione simply tried to induce some of the wonderful food before her. Hermione would hardly eat at the best of times, what with her small stomach and all but now under pressure and stress because of the detention with Snape she couldn't eat a thing. Not a single morsel of the roast beef or baked vegetables, nor of the pumpkin juice or the sweet tarts of desert entered into the girl. Hermione knew it was nearing seven and she departed from the Great Hall, Harry and Ron giving her looks of dismay as she walked away from them.

The trek down to the Potions classroom was quiet and uneventful, though she could hear Peeves terrorizing a couple of first years - by the sounds of it - a couple halls across. Even when she entered into the classroom, there was no-one there. It was quite unnerving really, to be in a dimmed classroom with no-one else present and the shrieking of scared children as the only sound that she could hear. On one of the students desk was a cauldron that was bubbling furiously, some of the froth from the liquid spilling over it's edge. Hermione knew better than to approach potions that had gone bad in the making, but she also knew that Snape would have never left a bubbling cauldron alone. However her curiosity brought her nearer, until she was looking into the bright purple liquid. She could see her own reflection upon the liquid and she finds that she looks completely bedraggled. She is being watched by the man whom obviously created the potion. He was under a notice-me-not charm and he turns to the other man standing beside him.

"Do you truly believe that she can stop him? Is she our only hope? And what of Potter, what will you do when he finds out that you were one to send his best friend twenty years into the past?" Snape's voice was concerned though still filled with the snark that he was renowned for.

Albus' eyes framed by his half moon glasses twinkle at the younger man "Is this concern I sense coming from you Severus?" At this the dark man growls and Albus' simply chuckles "Yes I believe she can stop him and yes she is our only hope. Mr Potter will eventually find out, this I am all too aware of and when he does I will fill him in on the mission that Miss Granger is being sent on."

The two men quiet down and turn back toward the girl, another moment passes and the potion which had begun to boil over explodes and all trace of Miss Hermione Jean Granger is gone, almost as if the girl never existed in the first place. Outside of the castle, the perfectly calm night changes course and the worst storm of the season begins to brew. It's as if the world itself morns the loss of the Greatest Witch of this age.

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