*** Disclaimer in part one ***
Minerva McGonagall sat thunderstruck at what she was seeing. Severus Snape, as he had looked 20 years ago in her transfiguration class. Never before had a staff member been present in their past and former staff. A Snape in Gryffindor was just as unexpected and unprecedented. But there it was, Salazar Snape, the newest seventh year Gryffindor, newly settled in to Gryffindor tower and about to make his first public appearance in the great hall. He instinctively gravitated towards the Slytherin table when a gentle prod on his back from Dumbledore steered him to the front of the tables.
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy, warty Hogwarts!" Dumbledore began, voice magically magnified to get the attention of the school.
Silence fell from the full hall and all eyes focused on the pair by the high table.
"We have a new student in our midst. A seventh year student, and the newest member of Gryffindor house. Salazar Snape" at that, the hall buzzed excitedly with noise.
Seveus Snape could only guess what the masses were chattering about. 'A Snape in Gryffindor? Surely there was a mistake'. Snape couldn't say he blamed them. The repercussions of unprepared time travel were mind-boggling. He reminded himself to read Lavinge Hourly's book on time travel when he retired for the evening. For now, all he could do was watch as his younger self was made to play nice with the Gryffindors.
Salazar nervously approached the Gryffindor table, determined to hold his head up proudly and ignore the looks of disbelief written on the student's faces. He concentrated on finding a place to sit with people from his own class. An opening finally presented itself. He sat and glanced at his tablemates. A pretty girl with bushy hair like Lily Evens' sat across from him, seated between two boys. A very tall redheaded boy, who looked like a boy that had been head boy a few years ago. He couldn't remember the boy's name, but this younger incarnation looked very much alike him. And there he was, sitting as smug as always. Potter. Messy jet-black hair, lean, tall and he wore glasses. The only question was, where was Black? The two had been behind him, if Potter was here, Black certainly couldn't be far behind. The pair was inseparable.
"Very funny trick you played there Potter." Salazar said nastily.
"What trick, what are you on about?" Harry said, confused.
"You know exactly what I mean. Where's Black?"
"Black who? Perhaps you're mistaking me for someone else." Harry said a bit sharply.
"So, you like Quidditch?" Ron broke in, trying to ease the tension between the two.
"Quidditch, no. I prefer books and concrete things to a silly sport" Salazar baited Potter.
"Well you're a Snape, aren't you? Not really known for teamwork." Harry said tersely.
"And you, a Potter, lazy, selfish and you only care about yourself. All your lot is the same."
Harry felt this newcomer had gone too far and fueld by anger he dove across the table and knocked himself and Snape to the floor. The two boys began punching, kicking and wrestling heatedly. They were pulled apart at last by a tall, dark Snapeish figure.
"Here for less than two hours and you've already earned a detention Salazar. As for you Potter, I believe two hours of trouble free time is a record." Severus said as he pulled the two boys apart.
"You will each serve detention with me. Potter come to my classroom tomorrow evening at six, when you are dismissed you will bring Salazar down, seeing as you are in same house and all." With detentions handed out, the two boys glared at one another and stocked off.
Ron went after Harry and Hermione shot after Salazar. The behaviour of both had been too strange, it had been like witnessing a years old rivalry, but it had been between two complete strangers.
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"Harry, wait Harry!" Ron called to his best friend.
"What in blazes was that about?"
"I don't know Ron. He just made me so angry. There's just something off about him. He's exactly like Snape, and I got the feeling he thought I was my father." Harry said, the anger rushing out of him, and confusion settling in.
"Where's Hermione?"
"She went to talk to Salazar. Crazy git, doesn't even like Quidditch. Up for some training tonight Harry?"
"Yeah, you got any ideas in mind?"
"Yeah. Let's get the rest of the team together. I thought of a way we can beat Hufflepuff, even if they do have the best keeper at this school." Harry and Ron, distracted with their minds on Quidditch set off to gather the team.
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"Salazar, wait up." Hermione called at the retreating figure.
He continued up the long staircases ignoring Hermione until he reached the portrait of the fat lady. "Anaconda" he said. Nothing happened, and he realized it was the wrong password.
"Giberty Dip" a quiet voice said from behind him and the portrait swung open.
Salazar stalked in with Hermione close behind him. "Now wait a minute. I just want to bloody well talk to you!" Hermione said, eyes flashing.
"What? You're one of Potter's friends, I know where your loyalties lie." Snape spat at here.
"Don't be such an idiot! Just because I'm friends with Harry, that doesn't mean I can't talk to you. Honestly, boys are so thick-headed when they want to be."
"What did you call him?"
"Harry. Who did you think he was? Does he remind you of someone from your old school?" Hermione asked, much gentler than just seconds before.
"Yes. You could say that" Salazar began, subdued.
"Well he's Harry and he's really wonderful."
"Who are you?"
"Hermione Granger."
"Nice to meet you. I see you're Head Girl" he said eyeing her badge. Lilly had been Head Girl too, the similarities between them kept growing.
"Who's Head Boy? It's not Potter is it?" Salazar asked alarmed.
"No, it's a Ravenclaw boy named Terry Boot. Speaking of, I must be off. Terry and I have to patrol the castle tonight. It was nice talking too you" Hermoine smiled at him as she prepared to leave the room. "Oh and give Harry and Ron a chance, they're really not so bad." she said before disappearing out of the room.
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Taking Hermione's advice, Salazar had been, if not exactly friendly, at least civil towards the boy he could only assume was James' future son. He looked like him in every way, aside from the eyes. The only other person he knew with brilliant green eyes was Lilly Evens. Head Girl, Quidditch commentator, and the only Gryffindor that had been decent to Severus during his school days. He wondered if this year's 'Lilly' was indeed with this generation's Potter. It was true he didn't know her very well yet, but there was an old soul quality that he recognized in her. He wondered if she recognised it in him.
"Your turn to face the dra-your uncle" Harry said. "You should bring a cloak, it's cold down there."
"Thanks."
The two trudged along the long journey to the dungeons in an uncomfortable silence. Hermione, and Ron, somewhat reluctantly had been urging the two to get along. They didn't like breaking up fights every two seconds, and they didn't want to get on Snape's worse side by constantly being at odds with his nephew. The two had made a silent truce, but refused to spend time together for longer than necessary.
Snape seemed to have an intense dislike for Harry that baffled the three Gryffindors. Salazar had created a tension in the house that deterred Lavender Brown, Seamus Finnigan and even Neville Longbottom from befriending him. It left Salazar feeling lonely. In Slytherin he was used to the ganging up against one, or the detached attitudes. But he'd never had all of that focused at him. The Gryffindor house banding against him bothered him more than he wanted to admit.
"Is Hermione with you?" he heard himself ask.
Harry glared at him. "Dungeon's to the left." was all he said before beginning the long walk up to the tower.
"I'll take that as a no." Snape said to himself as he walked into the classroom.
"Found your way I see. If you are me, why didn't you know where 'your' classroom was?"
"If you remember, we never had potions in the dungeons." Salazar told him.
"I assume this is yours. I found it while I was cleaning up that mess." Snape said as he threw a roll of parchment on the desk.
Salazar took the roll, and angrily shoved it back into his pocket. "It's an invitation to participate in the International Young Wizard Federation Potions competition. But I'm stuck here! This is not my life, it's not how it is supposed to be. I shouldn't be in Gryffindor, I shouldn't be in detention and I shouldn't be in this time!" he exploded.
"I don't remember that contest" Severus said carefully.
He was at a loss. How do you comfort your own self, when you don't recall what happened? The thought dawned on him that this time travel was far more complicated and dangerous than they had ever imagined. Severus realized he couldn't remember his days at Hogwarts. He flipped open the time travel book he'd checked out of the library earlier, and flipped to the table of contents. He found what he wanted and opened to the correct page.
Chapter 12: Why Travelling to the Future is Dangerous:
** You may kill off your future self
** You may get stuck in time
** You may experience irreversible memory loss
** You may erase yourself completely from the past, and have no future
"Salazar come with me, we need to see Dumbledore." Snape said, clutching the books and striding from the room. The two Snapes left the dungeon thinking the about the same thing; the future, and if it even applied to them.
Autumn
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