Title: Wings of a Father

Rating: T

Pairings: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape

Disclaimer: JK rules all, she owns everything, and I'm seriously jealous of her.

A/N: Well, this is chapter two. I know they aren't very long but I get bored very easily. Enjoy


Chapter Two: What a Nutter

With a last burst of energy, Snape wrenched the boy from the table, strode across the room, opened a side door, barked "class dismissed!" before heading through with his son, and slamming the door behind him. Everyone looked towards Hermione.

"Hermione! How could you not tell us you had a kid?" huffed Ron, feeling awfully betrayed.

"Oh right Ronald! Unless I just miracled out a seventeen year old while I was sleeping last night, I can't take the credit for him!"

"Well I wonder what that was all about then. Do you think any of the professors even knew he had a son?" Harry whispered to Hermione while smacking Ron upside the head, as murmurs of the same question were being discussed throughout the room.

"I doubt it. Snape isn't exactly the kind to write a gossip column on his personal life and post it in the staff room. Whatever's going on, he doesn't seem too pleased about it."

Suddenly a voice broke into their conversation, a voice none of them really wanted to hear.

"Did you see the look on his face? He took one glance at you, Granger, and started crying! I had no idea the sight of something so hideous could actually reduce people to tears!

Hermione turned around and was face to face with Malfoy. He was sneering and his nose was scrunched up as though he smelled something rather nasty.

"Tell me, Malfoy, does your face always look like that, or have you finally smelled your own body odor. I would have said something, only I thought your friends would have at least told you. Then again, you would probably have to put their brains together, then they might be able to figure out what an odor is!"

Crabbe and Goyle came up behind Malfoy, cracking their knuckles, Pansy squealed in protest, and the rest of the room gasped at her audacity.

"Filthy little-"

"Mudblood? Yeah, I know. Come up with some new material." She wheeled around and sat back in her seat. How dare Malfoy say those things to me, he can be such a git! He has a point though, that boy, Gabriel, he was about to cry when he was looking at me. And what is up with Snape? I've never seen him act that way before. Seems like those two need to work on their communication skills.

Draco glared at the back of her head and strode back to his table, collecting his things and exiting the class; Crabbe and Goyle stumbling, trying to keep up.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, smirking, simultaneously thinking "what has gotten into her?"

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"What were you thinking!!" bellowed Snape as soon as they both reached his private quarters. "How many times have I told you not to come to my work? Do you ever stop to think there are reasons for the things I say? I don't nag you for my own health!" He released Gabriel and started pacing.

"Yeah well now I know why you told me never to come! That was 'her' wasn't it! All these years you've been lying to me! You told me she was dead! But she's been here with you this whole time! Why are you hiding me from her? The way I see it, it's a good thing I decided to ignore you again and come here! If it were up to you, I never would have found out about her!" Tears were rushing down his face now, making him look more like the child he was. They were quickly wiped from his face as a look of fury settled across his features. "Haven't you got anything to say father?" he spit out.

Snape sneered at him. "If only you would use your head before you spoke you wouldn't sound like such an imbecile."

"You always said I get that lovely trait from my mother" he shot back. "And maybe I would 'know' what's going on, if you would TELL ME!"

Snape started shaking his head. "It is much more complicated than you seem to think." He put his head in his hands and sighed.

"Then un-complicate it for me!"

He lifted up his head, lines stretching across his sorrowful face. "The woman you saw in my classroom was not your mother-."

"Don't give me that crap dad! She looks identical to the woman in the picture you gave me! She even matches the description you've given me countless numbers of times!" He stepped closer to Snape so their faces were inches apart. "If it wasn't her, why would you forbid me from visiting you at Hogwarts? Why did you tear me away from her in your classroom? I am no fool! That WAS my mother!"

Very calmly, Snape laid his hands on Gabriel's shoulders. He looked down at his feet then up again to Gabriel's face. "She is not your mother yet" he whispered as a lone tear trailed down his cheek.


Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way back to Gryffindor Tower to drop off their potions things and relax before they had Transfiguration, talking all the while about their new discovery of Snape's son.

"I have to admit, it's worth having Snape for a teacher if we get a show like that every once in a while! Just think about it- someone actually procreated with Snape, and wanted to have his child! That alone in itself is a miracle! She was probably some old hag who couldn't see him clearly!" Ron said, flopping into the armchair closest to the fire.

"That's not necessarily true! He could have 'paid' someone to do it; or used more unconventional methods" Harry replied taking the seat next to him.

"Honestly you two! Have you no respect for your professors? Besides, in case you hadn't noticed, he was quite handsome, so whoever his mother is must have been very attractive." Hermione dropped into the seat next to Harry.

"Or BLIND" Ron laughed, punching himself in the arm.

Hermione snorted. "Oh THAT was clever, well done."

Harry ignored him and turned to Hermione. "And just what has gotten into you? Every time I go spewing off at Malfoy like that, you give me one of your, 'be the bigger man' speeches! But when you wanna do it, it's okay! Not that I didn't enjoy watching you tell him off or anything. He looked like he was about to wet himself!"

"I'm not really sure where that came from. I shouldn't have done it though. I'm supposed to be setting an example for everyone, as Head Girl, I should have known better. I just can't control my temper around him sometimes!" She punched the pillow laying next to her on the chair. "Just the sound of his voice-aaah! I just wanna shove my pestle up his nose!"

Hermione abruptly got up and grabbed her things. "I'll meet you guys there; I have to go take care of something." She exited through the fat lady's portrait and headed toward the astronomy tower.

She really just wanted to get away to think. Those eyes, I know I've seen them before! Well, there is no mistaking that he 'is' Snape's son. Paste a permanent scowl on the kid's face, and they could be twins! If Snape washed his hair first, of coarse.

He called me mum. Perhaps I resemble her. I wonder what happened to her to make him act like that. The way he looked at me- almost begging me to be her. It must have been something really tragic. Poor boy, lost his mother, and his father is Snape- Harry thinks he has it bad.

She peered out over the tower, scanning the grounds but not really looking at them. Snape seemed furious. I wonder what he's hiding. That same warm feeling spread throughout her body again, and she felt her as if someone dropped a brick in her stomach. Another shiver racked her body. What is going 'on' with me?

Without warning, the sky suddenly turned dark. Hermione broke out of her reverie and looked around, searching for a reason for the sudden change in her surroundings. A bolt of lightning struck the grounds and sent sparks flying everywhere. There was a quick flash, and as soon as it had come, it was gone again, and the sky returned to its sunny features. She peered over the banister to look at the spot where the lightning struck, but the grounds showed no mark of injury.

"That was weird" she thought, heading down to Transfiguration. Something seemed different about the castle, though she couldn't quite place it. The air seemed somehow fresher, the walls less aged, and the building as a whole, quieter. "Everyone must already be in class! I can't believe I'm late- I'm never late!" She hurried through the corridors until she reached the Transfiguration classroom. She stopped momentarily, catching her breath and straightening her robes. After she collected herself, she pulled open the door and rushed in.

"I'm so sorry professor! I was up on the Astronomy tower and lost track of time and-" she stopped mid-sentence noticing how oddly Professor McGonagall was looking at her. She turned to take her usual seat between Harry and Ron and met unfamiliar eyes staring back at her. Okay, that's strange.

"Ummm, this 'is' seventh year Transfiguration with Gryffindor and Hufflepuff isn't it? I could swear that's what's on my schedule! I looked over it five times" she ranted searching for her schedule. Pulling it out of her knapsack, she unfolded it and scanned down the page. "YEP, right here under Advanced Potions with Professor Snape" she stated matter-of-factly, handing the parchment to McGonagall, who cautiously took it, examining it as if it were about to explode. Excited whispers spread across the class as well as snorts and chuckles. Hermione looked around. Did I say something funny?

Upon her searching the class, she saw Harry's shaggy head in the opposite far corner of the room. Oh how funny boys, make me look like an idiot in front of the class by changing your seats. We'll see if I help you with your homework tonight!

She strode over to him, taking the seat in front. "Funny Potter, you're a regular comedian!"

The boy turned around and looked at her. "Do I know you? How do you know my name?"

She was about comment on his stupidity when she looked him over again. Same unmanageable hair, body-type, and build, but no glasses and- She reached forward and brushed back the hair from his forehead- No scar.

He withdrew and looked at her like he'd just found out she escaped from St. Mungo's Mental Ward.

"Excuse me Miss-" McGonagall questioned.

Her head snapped up. "Miss GRANGER, Professor. Are you feeling quite alright? Shall I go and fetch Madam Pomfrey? I should probably see her too.."

"No child, I think you and I had better have a talk." She turned to face the classroom and dismissed them.

The Harry look alike strode out of the classroom with three other boys, all who looked very familiar. She managed to pick up some of their conversation.

"A nutter that one is. Whoever left her out of the straightjacket is gonna be in loads of trouble." A boy with dark black hair wrapped his arms about himself and imitated someone bouncing off the walls of a rubber room.

The other thee laughed and cheered him on. "Did you hear the other thing she said," the almost Harry questioned them as they were shuffling through the door, "about Professor Snape? Think she meant Professor Snivellus Snape?"

"Oh yeah, she's definitely lost her marbles-"

McGonagall interrupted before she could make out the end of their conversation.

"Why don't we go into my office, more privacy" she said as she led the way into a room off to the left.

Hermione looked around. Books covered her walls and littered her desk and floor. With a wave of her wand, they promptly found their places in the surrounding bookshelves and settled in. McGonagall offered the seat across from hers to Hermione, and she quickly took it, eager to find out what was going on.

McGonagall hesitated for a few seconds then pressed her lips into a thin line before you opened them to speak. "Why don't we start out with your name and birthday."

Hermione, deciding to humor her, stated "Hermione Jane Granger, September 19th, 1979."

McGonagall closed her eyes for a brief second and opened them again. She laid her hands in her lap and inched forward on her chair.

"Well, Miss Hermione Granger, I don't know how to say this, but you are most certainly not in the right classroom."

Hermione looked puzzled. "But I don't understand, how can my schedule be wrong? It looks exactly like Harry and Ron's, so theirs must be wrong too! They should have showed up here, same as me, though I didn't see them. I thought I saw Harry in the back of the class, but when I looked at him closer, it for sure wasn't him. The scar wasn't there! Though I could have sworn he-" she stopped mid-sentence. That other black haired boy, he looked an awful lot like-.

Hermione's eyes grew wide. "Professor," she stated slowly, "What is the date today?"

"September the second," she paused, "1976."

Hermione sat still for a few seconds, then simply said "I think I'd better talk to Professor Dumbledore now."


Thank you again for reading.

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I would also like to thank my older sister, who taught me how to edit these chapters without erasing the whole darn story. Yes, I am blonde if you were wondering.