Hermione sits on the train, Ginny, Neville, and Luna also sit within the compartment, occasionally jostling side to side. Harry and Ron should be in the flying car right now, even though the chamber won't be opened this year and the basilisk won't terrorize the students Dobby must still think that it will.

Harry had once told her that Dobby had overheard the elder Malfoy boasting about the return of Voldemort, that's why Dobby tried so hard to get Harry away from Hogwarts.

Luna hums to herself, totally unaware of Neville's baffled stare. She had seen Luna straight away when arriving on the platform, her platinum, Malfoy - like hair a giant beacon, Hermione had introduced herself and Luna had taken to her instantly.

She hadn't taken much time to get to know Luna in her time, a fact she tends to remedy this time round, Luna was scarily insightful and incredibly loyal, it would be a shame to pass up on a great friendship she thought to herself.

Ginny stared worriedly outside the window, she had not been able to find Ron and by extension Harry, Hermione had calmed her by claiming that they were probably with Fred and George or the other boys from their dorm - the way that Ginny had shied from being determined to find them almost made her laugh, she wouldn't be shy for much longer and Hermione couldn't wait for her feisty friend to come about.

The train whistled as Hermione thought about what she could do this year.


The feast was a quiet affair, new students were sorted and Hermione idly chatted with Neville and Ginny, Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore had all excused themselves - they must be sorting out Harry and Ron right now.

She knows she won't see them till tomorrow so she plans to sneak off before going to the common room, she needs to place the diary with the diadem.


It was a chance encounter, she had just left the great hall, everyone was meant to be in their common rooms while Hermione had attempted to sneak into the room of requirement, not two weeks ago had she placed the diary and the diadem into a plain-looking chest in the room of hidden things, under carefully crafted charms so no one accidentally stumbled across it.

He sneered at her, well he sneers at everyone and everything. Hermione knows in the future he is sided with the order but she can't help but feel residual hate over the fact that he betrayed them - even though Dumbledore asked him to and even though he died in front of her a bubble of resentment is still present.

Hermione is not naive enough to think she can change the future all by herself, she spent most of these summer holidays trying to figure out who she could tell. McGonagall would go straight to Dumbledore and she knows the outcome of that and there was no other professor she knows close enough, not until Remus starts teaching next year, and even then she won't be able to say anything till after Sirius is free - convoluted timelines were driving her crazy.

The cons heavily outweighed the pros, Snape was cruel and unexpected though he knew occulemency and was skillful in both defense against the dark arts and the dark arts.

Hermione sighs, she has no idea how to approach the subject, in fact, she had planned to have more time - catching her doing something moderately suspicious just shriveled up her plans.

"Out after hours Granger" he sneers, she needs to decide now otherwise he could tell McGonagall, she's sneaking around and she may not get the chance to confront him again.

Looking around and casting a silent Muffliatoshe grips her wand, if he doesn't agree she needs to be ready to obliviate him, she had taken to performing it quite effectively before, but Snape is an occulemens, she needs to be ready.

"I know you're a spy for the order and that you're a death eater" she blurts out, it's so stupid and not her to just spew words, and an unreadable expression crosses his face - shock, maybe fear?

He doesn't say anything just raises his wand, he probably thinks she doesn't know any defensive spells yet, she quickly throws up a protego, his spell flies off.

Snape narrows his eyes, "How?" is all he says.

"I know this sounds mad but please listen, I remember the future - I know what happens, there's another war and professor I need to change it, I don't know how but I woke up almost eight years ago with these memories" she breaths in before continuing "Voldemort has made Horcruxes -" he inhales sharply "- there are six made right now and I have to stop him, I know this is asking a lot but can you help me, even if you can't can you please not tell anyone?"

Her rant of an explanation has shocked him, his breathing is erratic and he grips onto the wall.

It's too much she should have stayed quiet, lifting her wand Hermione prepares to obliviate Snape.

"Wait" he rasps holding his hand up, "Why not tell anyone, in fact why tell me?" She doesn't know what to say, he trusts Dumbledore, but thinking of the future Harry telling her of Snape's encounters with Dumbledore makes her speak out "Dumbledore won't let me do anything, he could cause the same thing to happen and I'd rather die than let it. "Professor, I'll be honest you were not my first choice in telling' but you...well your position right now as a spy is advantageous, I trust you, well the future you but you are the same person."

Hermione doesn't know what to expect, maybe shouting or denial bit all he says is "Detention tomorrow at six, we'll discuss this then" Snape turns and leaves, his cloak billowing behind him.

She stares after him completely dumbfounded, what if he tells?


So I think Snape has potential, I have a lot planned for him.