Chapter 2
For 10 years Snape had been searching for her. For 10 years Snape had failed in finding her. For 10 years people have believed that Albus Dumbledore had died of old age. For 10 years Snape had got away with murdering the most powerful wizard. For 10 year Snape has been researching for away to use his magic to bring Hermione back. For 6 months Snape had found the method to get her back. For 5 months Snape has been making the potion he needed. For 10 minutes and 52 seconds the potion had been ready. In 5 minutes Snape was going to drink it. In 8 minutes the potion was going to work.
This potion was to take Snape back in time, where he was going to stop Hermione from leaving him.
In 12 minutes Snape is going to realize he made a miscalculation
16 years and 6 months in to the past
"Hermione, I'm going to Hogsmade. Would you like to join me?" A younger Snape asked the younger Hermione. They were both in the small library in their private rooms. Smiles were present on both of their faces.
"No thanks sweety I have to finish markings these paper. You could pick me up some chocolate though. If you don't mind." This Hermione is different to the one she would become; this Hermione had life and hope shining in her eyes. This Hermione looked happy and un-bruised.
"I shall return within two hours then and I shall get you your chocolate." This Snape was also different to the Snape he was going to become; he had love for his wife present in his eyes at all times. Light was still the side he fought for. A happy life he looked forward to spending with his wife and hopefully some children of his own.
This Snape spoke of his love for Hermione as he left.
The older Snape sneered at the soppiness of his former self as he wait in the dark for his chance to strike. Indeed he did intend to go back 10 years so he could stop her leaving but a slight miscalculation had brought him back a further 6 years but he didn't mind. This was way he could get rid of Hermione before he rejoined the dark side. Leaving him free to choice a stronger more attractive witch.
But he did not want to kill her yet. He had forgot how fierce she had once been. How strong minded and how willing she once was. He was going to reminisce for a while, and then kill her.
A 16 years younger but still alive Albus Dumbledore was just made aware that his Potions Master had left Hogwarts but another Snape was still in Slytherin Tower with his wife. This Potions master was older and from the future. Why had he come back? Getting up from his chair Albus got up to his feet and walked across the room to the door to go see why Snape had come back. No walking stick was needed to aid his journey.
"Hermione, it has been awhile since I have seen you like this. Such raw power and its flowing freely through your body. Rage is eating up inside you too." Snape sneered down at the woman he had made loved to 16 years ago. That woman he now had in a full body blind. "You will pay for what you have done in the future. I shall see to it."
"Now if you would be so kind as to follow me, I shall take you to your cell for the time being." Snape knew she couldn't move but said it so he could see her eyes widen with fear. With a simple lifting charm Hermione was hovering behind Snape as he lead them out of the private room's at the top of the Slytherin tower all the way down to the deepest darkest part of Hogwarts. Where there was a small dungeon style room, which was unknown to most of Hogwarts occupants including Albus Dumbledore and a sixteen years younger Severus Snape.
To get into this small room a number of spells had to be cased each more powerful than the rest. Only a wizard with extensive power could handle opening the room without fainting from the power drain. It had taken Snape at least a dozen attempts at the room himself.
Once inside the room Snape transfigured a large magnificent bed in the centre of the small stone square room. Snape then placed Hermione on to the bed and conjured leather bonds to die her to it. He knew the body blind wouldn't hold for much longer.
"You fucking evil man! You repulsive demon! How dare you! Let me go this instance!" Hermione harsh screeching voice ranged out and her body thrashed against the bed. The body blind had finally worn off. "Is this way you have come back into the past? To kidnap me?"
"Yes my sweet, I have done this all for you. Are you not pleased with your husband?" Snape said. If words were visible a little mockery tag would be attachment to each word he had spoke.
Dumbledore rushed towards Slytherin Tower, his old bones complaining against the speed he was making them work at. Something was not right. He could not feel the presences of Hermione or the future Snape in the tower or anywhere else in the castle.
Being headmaster had a few extra perks at Hogwarts for one the headmasters are in tune with the castle. Everything the castle feels the headmaster shall feel. The headmasters power as a wizard is increased also as they will share the power of the castle. In other words the master and the castle will be come one in two different forms.
Upon entering the private rooms of Mrs and Mr Snape and finding neither of them there, Dumbledore spoke to the walls. "Hogwarts Castle, your master demands to see what has happened in these rooms."
A gold glittering line appeared in the middle of the room, where it stretched to a circle hovering in the air before Albus. When looking closer to the gold circle he saw the owners of the rooms eating breakfast. Everything was in fast motion and soon enough what had happened moments before had played out. Albus watched sombrely as Snape placed the body blind on Hermione. He watched carefully as he watched the Snape from the future write on a piece of parchment and place it on the shelf near the bedroom.
Once the gold circle had played out what had happened it disappeared the way it had appeared. Albus walked over to the shelf where a piece of parchment was stood in the exact same way as the future Snape had placed it. Picking up the parchment he opened it up and read what was written.
Severus,You need not worry, nor care about our dear wife. For I have delete with her. Her death will be nothing but relief for you. The future shall be nothing but sweet for us now.
The faithful dark follower you have yet to become
S.S
Stricken by what he had read, Albus made in quick haste for the door. He needed to reach his office as quickly as possible. He needed to get Severus back to the castle. He raced down the winding stairs of the tower. Albus caught his foot in the fold of the bottom of his robes and lost his balance. His body feel forward, his hands tried to steady him but it was too late.
Albus Dumbledore fell all the way down to the bottom of Slytherin tower, his hip making a sickening crunch as it bounced off a hard stone step. His body lay still on the floor of the tower. A low moan admitted from his throat.
Albus Dumbledore knew he was going to live but he also knew his hip would never be the same again. Even if Made Pomfrey was to try her hardest to mend it.
A/N So...Do we like? No? Yes? Tell me please! It took me three attempts to write this chapter and be happy with the results. Well it didn't help trying to type while your uncle was there telling all about the different STD/I's you can catch, ending with his favourite 'knob rot'. The way he said goodbye was off putting as well, as he went to leave he shouted 'I hope you all get thrush! BYE!" What's up with that?!?!? Its no joke either he actually said that!
