Chapter Two … I had so much fun writing this…
Disclaimer: still don't own harry potter.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir?" Snape asked. "I think I'm having a problem with my memory…why am I in your office? Is this about Potter?"
Dumbledore smiled, thinking Well, that answers the last question he asked me. Dumbledore chose to answer the most recent question. "Severus, you are not really when you think you are," he began, pulling the young man beside him.
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Severus's mind was boggled. He had actually been reverted to his seventeen-year old self, but in the time he lived in his 40's.
The only difference for him, really, was the time he now lived in – not that he wouldn't be able to adjust – and the people…he didn't know any of these people.
He decided he would head to the library. He was comfortable in the library, it was a world he knew well, and one he could turn to for some serious stress relief…like waking up to find out that you survived the most horrible battle in the world as a 40-year old man, and then got turned into your seventeen-year old self, because you had once said that it would be cool to be a kid again.
Walking through the impossibly large doors of the ageing library he was the most angelic, brown-haired beauty he had ever seen in his life. Her hair was thrown to the side, revealing her radiant face as she was bent over a rather thick text. He could see her reading the pages with amazing speed.
Who was she? What was she reading that captivated her so? Snape was dying to find out.
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Hermione was sleeping. It was one of those dreams where you know you're dreaming. She saw Ron in the distance. They flirted on and off, but they hadn't yet dated.
Then she saw someone else. A shadow, far away. The dark shadow was moving toward her, the mouth moving but she couldn't make out the words. By now she could make out a man's figure. A tall man, with dark hair.
"I love you, Hermione Snape."
Hermione woke with a start, whipping her head around her.
"I'll be bloody buggered," she whispered to herself. "What was that all about?"
In the back of her mind, she knew. She'd always found him…captivating, exciting…thrilling even. But he was her teacher! Much too old for her. But that didn't mean she couldn't dream…she just knew it would and could never happen.
She's been working for almost an hour when a student walked in that she didn't recognize. He was watching her. She could feel his eyes on her. Finally, she looked up and said, "Can I help you with something?"
She could sense that he was lost for words, having been caught watching her. He looked familiar, like someone she knew…but at the same time, different. There was something about the penetrating gaze that she knew.
Finally, he spoke. "Do you know where the Potions books are?"
Hermione smiled. "Actually, most of them are right here, on the table. There are some left back there," she said, pointing to the shelves behind her.
He sat down across from her and picked up a random book. Looking at the cover, he gasped, discovering it was written by himself. "Oh, wow," he said.
"Pardon?" Hermione asked.
Thinking fast, he said, "My father wrote this book."
Hermione glanced at the author, and then did a double take. "Your father is Sev- Professor Snape?"
He nodded.
"What's your name?" she asked of him.
"Severus Snape," he said, "Junior."