A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Fantasy February - Day sixteen

In a magical world, most people have special talents. Children can inherit a mixed talent from their parents.

Word Count: 601

"Rose, just because you can time travel, doesn't mean you should," Hermione stated as her daughter randomly appeared in the kitchen.

"Who said I'm time traveling?" Rose asked, grabbing an apple and taking a large bite. Her curly black hair bobbed as she chewed.

"Because your father saw a picture of you in a book."

"Oh, wow, another bloody book," Rose laughed, rolling her brown eyes. Hermione narrowed her own eyes.

"It was a book about the 1970s, about punk rock to be precise. You were in one of the photographs. I've told you that you need to be careful. Time travel is a tricky gift."

"And every single time nothing bad has happened," Rose argued. "Besides, I didn't ask to have your stupid talent. Dad's is better, I mean, being able to detect poison and being resistant to it at the same time is beyond schway," Rose added. Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose. Every child born in the magical world had a talent, one they were born with. She could time travel, something she didn't do for several reasons, one of those being she had made a few mistakes getting used to her talent. Her husband, Severus, could detect poisons and, as Rose had said was resistant to them. That also made it impossible for him to get drunk.

"Rose, I know you think it's all fun and games, but it's not. That's one of the reasons you're attending Hogwarts, to learn to use your talent in productive manner."

Rose sighed, tugging at her torn denim jacket.

"But I'm serious, nothing bad's happened."

"That's what I thought when I was your age. Nothing bad happened so it was all good. Then I got stuck in the past, unable to come home."

"And then you met dad and it was all happily ever after, I know the story."

"You know the story, but not how I felt. I couldn't see my parents, my friends weren't even born yet. I was alone. I was lost, no one knew me. Rose, I was terrified, thankfully your father did find me, did become friends with me, but you can't rely on that. I know you're having fun now, but these huge jumps, one day, you're not going to be able to jump back. Then what?" Hermione asked. Rose looked at the floor, biting the metal ring on her lip.

"I... I dunno, I guess I'd make a home there?"

"But you shouldn't have to, Rose. That's the point of learning to use and control your power. Small jumps, moving seconds back and forth, gaining control. That's how I finally learned to do it."

"But what if... what if I don't want to stop?" Rose asked, slipping her hands in her pockets. Hermione looked at her daughter.

"Who is he?" she asked.

"No one!"

"You'd really think I'd believe you, Rose? I know when you're lying."

"Fine, his name is Sirius... he's like me, with a talent, but... it's complicated."

"Even more complicated if you knew he was one of the people that used to torment your father and me when we were in school."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Ick, what a jerk! Maybe you're right, maybe I should stick to smaller jumps, or go see if I can drink that whole bottle of fire whiskey without getting drunk. Still haven't tried that aspect of Dad's talent yet," Rose said, slipping from the kitchen.

"Rose Minerva Snape! Don't you dare touch that bottle," Hermione called after her, shaking her head. Only her and Severus' daughter could have a crush on Sirius Black, of all people!