I don't own Harry Potter.

I know I'm supposed to be working on Secrets of a Chocolate Eyed Girl, but I had this idea pop into my head and couldn't get it out. Please enjoy this short little two-shot and don't forget to review! :)

Hermione looked up at the Shrieking Shack. For the last ten years Hermione could not get it out of her head the events of that night. The night Professor Snape had died at Voldemort's will and Nagini's fangs.

She didn't know why, but the events of that night had haunted her, made her feel like she should have done something to save him, anything to save him. Now, she had to end the nightmares, and do something extremely reckless and foolish.

She looked down at what was in her hands. In one hand was Harry's invisibility clock that she had stolen from him last time she visited. She would have asked, but she knew that Harry would want an explanation, and she wasn't about to let him know her plans.

In the other hand was the same bag she had used during her entire seventh year. She took a deep breath and walked up to the Shrieking Shack.

She went to work quickly, setting up a small potions area in the bedroom where Snape had died. She could still see the blood on the ground from where he last lay.

No one had seen the body after they had rushed away, back to Hogwarts. No one could figure out what had happened to it, but she didn't care, she was going to save him this time.

After setting up her potions equipment she grabbed the cloak and pulled a necklace from under her shirt. It was a time-turner.

They were illegal, but she couldn't have cared less. Snape didn't deserve to die like that, he didn't deserve to die at all. If there was a chance in hell she could save him, she would dive into those fiery pits and do so.

She moved out of the room and down the stairs before entering a side room she knew no one else was in during that last battle. Holding the cloak close to her and taking the turner in her hands she started on her journey back in time.

Hermione stopped and looked around. This was the place, but was it the right time? She threw the cloak over herself just in case and started to walk up the stairs when she heard footsteps rushing down them. She quickly moved to the side.

She watched as she and Ron followed slowly by Harry, rushed out of the shack and back toward Hogwarts. This was the right time, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

She moved quickly up the stairs, knowing that he was all alone up there. She opened the door and took a deep breath to calm herself for what lay before her.

There was Snape, lying face down on the floor. They had left him there for dead, but Hermione had one more trick up her sleeve. She removed the cloak and leaned down and gathered Snape up in her arms. It took a lot of work, but she moved him over to the large dusty bed and placed him there.

She knew that her time was running out so she quickly gathered the cloak, wrapped the large chain around Snape's head, and started back to the future.

Once back she wasted no time starting on the potion. It was a quick potion, one she had created herself after many sleepless nights thinking of Snape's sacrifices to help Harry.

So much had changed in her since that night. Nightmares consumed her and thoughts of Snape kept her and Ron from ever becoming more than friends. Sometimes she felt like they were less than that.

As the potion began to simmer Hermione quickly tended to Snape's wound. His body wasn't cold yet, a good sign, as she began applying the salve she had made in advance. It healed the wound quickly and would start working on the poison in his system.

She turned back to the potion. It turned from a sickly green color to a brighter blue. She smiled, it was almost finished. Luckily she had been able to test it on her cat not too long ago when he had died from accidentally eating something he shouldn't have. It worked for him, surely it would work for Snape as well.

She looked over at him lying on the bed. She couldn't help the small smile at the hope that he would be alive again soon. There was so much she wanted to share with him that it shocked her.

In school she had always found herself thinking of Snape first and foremost when she was thinking about what would interest her in a boyfriend, not that she would have ever called Snape a boyfriend.

He was her intellectual equal and they had several similar interests. She had spent many nights in her dorm thinking about what it would be like to be with Snape, but she would always dismiss them as fantasies of a schoolgirl crushing on her professor.

She tried thinking about guys her own age at one point, even thinking Ron would be a good choice, but found that she was completely wrong on that. He had wanted someone like his mother who would stay at home and have lots of children, Hermione loved Molly Weasley but she didn't want to be like her. She had even been accused of letting a schoolgirl crush consume her life when she missed a date with Ron to work on the potion. That was a couple years ago and Ron had since moved on, but the words he had flung at her still stung.

The potion changed from blue to an almost milky white and Hermione quickly moved if from the heat to let it cool for a couple minutes. She walked back over to Snape and felt his skin. It was getting colder with every passing second. Hermione felt a tear start to form at her eyes as she rushed back over to the potion and quickly filled a vial before heading back over to her former professor.

"Drink this," she said, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. "Merlin, please let this work."

She gently opened his mouth and dumped to potion down his throat before rubbing his throat to help move it down his body. She took a step back and silently prayed that it worked.

Her heart pounded in her chest and tears filled her eyes, but refused to fall as she waited for any sign that her potion worked. "Please Snape," she whispered to herself. "Wake up, give me a sign that you're alive."

Almost as if he had heard her, the man on the bed began to groan. Hermione's head snapped up and she watched as his chest began to rise and fall, color returned to his paler than normal cheeks, his fingers began to twitch before the whole hand moved up and placed the hand on his head.

Hermione was breathing heavily, Snape was alive. He was alive! Her heart pounded in her chest and tears of joy filled her eyes. She had done it, she had saved him.

Severus Snape slowly opened his eyes and was met with a most strange sight. Hermione Granger was kneeling on the ground next to a bed he was laying on with a huge smile on her face and tears in her eyes.

Snape narrowed his eyes as he tried to remember. Harry, he had given his memories to Harry to prove his innocence and for once tell the truth of everything that hehad gone through for that boy. His hand brushed his neck where Nagini had bite him, but he felt nothing but smooth skin.

He looked again at Miss Granger. She hadn't moved, and was just staring at him with that smile on her face as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Miss Granger," he said making her eyes widen. "What are you looking at?"

Hermione felt the tears rolling faster down her cheeks. She didn't care that he would probably hate it, but she jumped up and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug as she sobbed into his chest.

Snape didn't move. Granger was... hugging him and crying. He looked around the room. It was daytime, and someone had set up a potions lab in the room. Granger was mumbling into his chest and Snape tried to ignore her, but then he heard was she was saying.

"You're alive, you're alive."

Snape's eyes widened. Had he died? He looked around. There was no way to bring someone back from the dead, he had to have just been unconscious or something. Miss Granger was exaggerating.

"Miss Granger, would you remove yourself from my person?" he snapped causing Hermione to move away from him, but the smile didn't leave her face.

"I...I'm so happy that you're alive," she said as she continued to stare at him. Snape sat up slowly. His whole body felt stiff, how long had he been out?

"Miss Granger, I doubt being knocked out for a few minutes would cause you to believe that I was dead. How long was I out for?"

Hermione's eyes widened but her smile never stopped. He was alive, who could care about anything else.

She took a deep breath. "Actually sir, you were dead."

Snape turned to her and glared at her. She smiled wider. Merlin it was good to see that look on his face again, and hear his voice, and look into his eyes. If she wasn't careful she would fall for him. She stood and started gathering up her things.

Who was she kidding? She had fallen for him years ago while still a student at Hogwarts. She just couldn't ever tell him that. She placed her items back in the bag. He wouldn't ever feel that way towards her.

He watched her before speaking. "No one can bring someone back from the dead," he said firmly. She turned to him, still smiling. What was wrong with this girl?

"I know, but I did." Her smile faltered as she looked down at the ground. "You were dead sir, Voldemort killed you."

Snape narrowed his eyes. He did remember Nagini biting him, and then extreme pain followed by total blackness. Was that what happened? Had he died?

He stood up and started walking towards her when he noticed the stain on the floor. A blood stain. It was right there at his feet and Hermione was staring at it before looking back up at him. Her smile gone as she stared at him.

It was then that he noticed that Hermione looked older. She didn't have the appearance of a teenager anymore, it was more that of a young woman that was closer in age to him than she should be. He looked at her and then noticed it hanging around her neck.

A time-turner.

"Miss Granger, what year is it?" he asked, almost scared of what the answer would be.

Hermione took a deep breath. He knew, he had figured it out. She knew that she wouldn't have been able to keep it from him, but she had hoped to avoid it for a little while longer and enjoy that fact that he was alive.

"Miss Granger," he said in a low tone, almost growling. She shivered as his voice rolled over her body. Merlin she had missed his voice.

"It's 2008," she said looking directly into his onyx eyes. She watched as the realization came over him.

"Ten years," he said to himself. He looked down at the blood stained floor. He looked back up at Hermione.

"That blood, was yours," she said softly. "You had been poisoned and were bleeding to death after Nagini got through with you. Harry took your memories and saw them. Then he went to Voldemort. We won the battle and Voldemort is gone.

"You were believed dead, no one ever found the body though. Harry had you cleared of all charges and you were given an Order of Merlin, First Class. It was placed in an empty coffin and buried under a tombstone with your name on it."

Snape's eyes widened as he sat back down on the bed. So many questions filled his head, but there was only one he really needed the answer to. "Why did you save me Miss Granger?"

Hermione looked up at him. A million reasons filled her head, but none of them seemed good at the moment. If she wanted to be honest then the real reason was... "I couldn't stand living another day in a world without you in it."

Snape looked at her, something akin to shock in his eyes. Hermione was looking at him, a small smile on her face. This girl before him had broken laws to save him. She had brought him back to life somehow and it was all because he was important enough to her that she needed him to be alive.

Snape took a deep breath. "Well Miss Granger," he said finally, "I suppose I have a lot to catch up on then."

Hermione smiled before gathering up all her things, Harry's cloak, and walking out of the shack with Severus Snape following behind her.