Author: Pendragon
Beta Reader: Pah. Are you implying I can't spell?
Main Characters: Hermione & Severus Snape. Also featuring Draco, Harry and Ron.
Disclaimer (1): I am not in posession of Harry Potter or related characters.
Summary: What if the TimeTurner was made illegal for wizards and witches under 18 for a reason? What if Lily and James think their son's a prude?
Because it was a Hogsmede weekend, most of Hogwarts third years and up were absent from the school, leaving it relatively quiet and peaceful. And for these reasons it was decided that living arrangements for the returned Mauraders and Lily would be moved, expanded and put into practice on this day.
Thus, when Macgonogall turned into the Gryffindor Command room at half past ten in the morning, she was not surprised to find utter bedlam. It was a surprising feat of Hogwarts that when it spasmatically decided to catapult students from their own times to another, it sent their luggage after them. Of course, the Mauraders being who they were, found it hilariously funny that their trunks arrived in the comman room and almost squashed a first year who had been sprawled on the rug reading.
They found it even funnier when the rest of their belonging appeared in dribs and drabs; first a sock from Sirius, then one of James's new ink containers, a essay for Lily, various magical 'cures' for Remus, pillows, (to Sirius' horror) a baby blanket, several borrowed library books, photo frames and finally a bottle of scented bubble bath which cracked over James' head. Lily, lamentating her loss, was hit on the head by a pair of his tartan socks.
Hermione found a few of her things came back as well, enclosed in trunks, or cages as happened with her owl which had been a Christmas present from James.
Of course, she only realised this when she returned to Hogwarts with Harry and Ron.
Climbing the stairs, she heard distantly the screams and cries that echoed through the tower, and turned to Harry; who was still discussing his father.
"Harry, what is that?" A particulary low squel had come in their direction, and Hermione clutched his arm. It was unfortunate that professor Snape had been sweeping down the staircase at that point.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for too much bodily contact." He snapped, meeting her eye breifly while she blushed crimson. Harry and Ron merely glared at him.
"Aw, lighten up you overgrown bat!" came a cheerful voice from an adjoing corridor, and professor Lupin moved out to join them, blinking sleep from his eyes and yawning.
"Good evening professor." Chimed Harry and Ron, but Hermione was still too busy watching Snape finish the stairs and stalk in the direction of the dungeon.
"Oh. Hello Moony – no, Remus,…woops, sorry professor." Hermione scuffed the floor gloomily as he grinned.
"Memory back?" he remarked cheerfuly and she nodded her yes. "Not had potions yet?"
"Thank Merlin, no." He twinkeled at her. "What is that noise?" he asked, and was hit in the face by a flying book.
"Uh, that would be you." Hermione listened for a moment, and defined Remus' snigger from the fray.
"Oh yes. I had forgooten I was back at Hogwarts." He seemed nonplussed, for which the head Girl was greatful, she was already so confused.
"Will you come up?"
"Uh, I might do. Remind myself of how handsome I was." He smiled at Hermione, who smirked back.
"So handsome that Jaklyn Lovegood was following you around everywhere."
Professor Lupin went cherry red and Hermione laughed.
"Hermione! Hermione!" came four simultaneous shrieks from various mauraders when they reached the portrait.
"What's wrong now?" sighed the girl, smirking to them. Lily was hurridly stuffing her posessions into the trunk, and making it featherlight.
"Who's that?2 asked Sirius curiously, gesturing towards professor Lupin.
"That? That's our DADA teacher, Remus Lupin. Professor Lupin, meet Moony." She was almost in hysterics as she saw both their horrified expressions.
"I didn't realise my hair was that long…" groaned the elder Lupin, and Moony shrugged.
"Or that grey!" he answered cheekily, and was cuffed in return for his 'compliment'.
"Come on Lily, I'll show you upto OWA! What was that?"A large metal thing had just hit the side of her face, flung her off her feet so that she was now lying on top of Neville Longbottom who was blushing furiously.
James picked it up and grimaced as Remus helped Hermione off the beetroot Neville. It was a photo frame, solid silver, with tiny emerals studding the corners in the guise of snakes.
"Oh!" gasped Hermione when she saw it, and held out her hands pleadingly. "Please."
"I thought you got rid of this?" asked Sirius angrily, and tears formed in Hermione's eyes suddenly.
"No." she admitted, "Please?"
"I'm not so sure that it shouldn't just go out of the window." Snarled James, glaring at whoever was in the photoframe.
"No!" cried the girl desperately, "No!"
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" came a snarl from the other side of the room. "Give it to Hermione."
"Do you know what it is?" came James' reply to the boy he had never seen before. Or man.
"It's Hermione's. That's all I need to know. Now hand it over to her." Bill Weasley was standing in front of the window, where he had been curled up dozing. He had been hired to break a curse laid upon the forbidden forest' rivers years and years ago and had become fast friends with Hermione, who he admired greatly.
James noticed that the photoframe had cut Hermione's face, leaving a long, freely bleeding cut down her side. He felt guilty suddenly and held it out.
Hermione snatched it, and belted up to her room, crying wildly.
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Severus Snape was not happy, not happy at all. As if his day could possibly get any worse, he now had to teach Sirus Black and James Potter Advanced Potions, which he could remember doing with them when they were at school.
All three Gryffindors entered quietly, Hermione takeing a seat by the Hufflepuff Ernst Dacuul, who chirped at her in greeting. Severus allowed a heavy scowl to impar his feature when Potter and Black sat down together, sniggering. The Ravenclaws glared at them, all classromms were sacred to their house, whether dungeon or tower. The Slytherins were last in, Draco grinning at Hermione before sitting next to Blaise.
"Malfoy, Zabini, Dacuul, Boot, Douglas, Granger, Potter and Black." He checked names off neatly, and turned to the class, arms folded, propping himself against the desk.
"I trust you passed your potions onto professor Lupin. Then we can commence onto the next potion in this series." He watched them carefully, Black and Potter were snmiggering and not paying attention. "This potion,"
Here he held up a crystal potions vial, full of murky grey potion, and shook it warningly, "Has the power to turn the drinker into a werewolf for the next six full moons. Commonly used in dark magic, you will not be testing it on each other. I refuse to be responsible for a pack of werewolves running around Hogwarts – one is quite enough."
"Shut up, bat." Muttered Black from the back fo the classroom, and the small class held it's breath.
"Fifty points from Gryffindor." Severus was almost smiling, he had Dumbeldore's permission for this.
"What?" came three voices, and three shocked faces looked up at him. He ignored Hermione's.
"You may have had a personal vendetta against me in my youth, Black and Potter, but you are in my time now, and you will behave accordingly. That means treating me as you would Professor Macgonogall. I will have no more of this nonsence, no more idle chit chat and exchanging of insults. Respect is the key to Gryffindor coming second in the house cup this year."
He watched them gape, feeling satisfied, and turned to Hermione.
"Miss Granger, if you would control your friends…" Hermione blushed crimson, and he felt his heart wrench slightly.
"You will study this potion, write detailed notes on it's effect on a rat and then write me a five foot essay on it for the end of project."
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It was dark outside now, and the candles in the library where Hermione sat studying were flickering into life. Spread out in front of her were tomes filled with information on this potion; all seventh year potions and defence students had access to the restircted session at all times, and she had taken full advantage of this.
The library doors banged slightly, and Harry and Ron entered, both looking upset and fed up. Pulling rolls of parchment out of their bags, they gathered heavey books and joined her on her table.
'The effects Of Locomotier Gandgenous on The Caster and Reciever' wrote Harry neatly, while Ron scrawled, 'Locomotier Gandgenous: A Study Of It's Creater'
The top of Hermione essay read 'NachtWelf Potion: A full Study' in her minute handwriting. She turned pages idily, glaring at where three fifth year students were giggling.
"Hermione!" echoed through the library loudly, and two teenage boys entered, shoving each other gleefully and sending books sprawling.
"Sirius, James." She greeted absently, hardly even noticing the noise they made. Harry, however, did. This was largely because they had startled him, causing him to knock over the quill balanced on the paper and splatter ink over his essay.
"Dad, please be quiet! Some of us are trying to work!" Instantly, Hermione raised her head and wished she could pluck those words out of the air where they hung.
James was still in denial, not believing Harry was his son, although many had assured him. It was a touchy subject even for Lily, and Hermione wished she could have told him , or rather, pound it into his head with a mallet. Also, it wouldn't help that Hermione and Lily were the only bookworms they tolerated, and to see his own 'son' studying was more than crucio for James Potter. And then to be told off by this horrid boy!
"Go away, you obnoxious prude!" he spat back, pulling out a chair and beginning to pack up Hermione's quills and inks. Hermione froze in horror, pleading with Harry mentally not to be upset, or to have been plagued with temporary deafness as Dumbeldore frequantly was.
No such luck answered her silent pleas. Harry turned milk pale, clutched his essay to his chest and gawped at his father.
"Why do you study? You're such a boring prick. Do this, do that, dad, daddy, pappy, Hermione help me, Ron follow me, Sirius talk to me, Lily nurse me through the nights when I get those nasty nightmares…"
James was shouting now, and Hermione and Sirius had had enough. Open warfare excisted between them. Sirius lept to his feet and tugged James down into his seat.
"C'mon Prongs, he's not worth it, just a rule abiding sap, right?" In his efforts to calm his friend down, he had unintentionally hurt Harry even more than James. His own godfather didn't think he was worth it.
And James didn't seem to care anymore. He was untangleing a golden coloured eagle feather from the pile of Hermione's things and brandishing it in her face.
"I thought you didn't use this anymore?" he asked, half angry, half amused. Hermione snatched it back and gave his a wallop across the side of his head. Stunned, the boy fell backwards and off his chair.
"Don't touch that!" she shrieked, gathered her things and half stomped, half bounded from the library, feather clutched between hands reverantly, James laid on the floor, eyes opened wide in shock.
"Prongs, prongs," said Sirius, hauling him up, "Old man, you made a mistake. Greasy chops gave her that from his own bird, other boys can't touch."
"I thought she was meant to have suffered from obliviate?" Prongs answered, picking up her essay and the book on dark werewolves he had actually come to collect.
"Klar, the memories returned you dimwit, other wise she wouldn't know who we are."
"Merlin, can you imagine memories of snogging that?"
"I don't want to!" countered Sirius, and the two mauraders left the library, much to the pleasure of madame Prince, Ron and Harry.
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