AN- Wow, what a response! 4 reviews in less than 24 hours, thank you very
much! Ok, you seem to be ok with HP/DM, so long as it's mainly SS/HG, so
we'll incorporate that too. I'll try to make this longer than before; in
retrospect I guess it was pretty short. This chapter will contain some
flashbacks, which will contain non-graphic abuse. If this will bother you,
please don't read it.
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Hermione picked herself up off the stone floor with an ill concealed groan. She felt dizzy, and her head hurt. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was smashing into Professor Snape, and then now. Hermione rubbed her head as though it might help organize her thoughts, which were in horrible disarray. It seemed as though she'd been transported to another part of the castle, for this was certainly Hogwarts. Glancing to her side, she saw Snape was beginning to open his eyes. Hermione picked up her wand and Harry's bag and walked over to Snape. He had sat up, and was, by the look of things, just as confused as she was, which was a relief, to say the least.
As Snape stood up, Hermione glanced down the corridor. An unfamiliar girl in Hogwarts robes was approaching them. "Hi Professor Granger," said the girl as she breezed past. Hermione gasped. She turned to Snape, who had already begun to cover himself with Harry's invisibility cloak. Hermione was about to join him when she heard someone say, "Mommy!"
Hermione turned. A small boy, who looked to be about 4 years old, was beaming up at her. "Hello..." Hermione stammered. Clearly, this was the future. Was this her son? He had black hair, so he clearly wasn't her son with Ron. He didn't look like Harry at all either. He stretched out little arms, clearly wanting to be picked up. Hermione obligingly lifted him. He giggled at her, and she ventured, "Where are you supposed to be?"
"With Unca Drake" he said guiltily. Uncle Drake? She didn't have any brothers, so she supposed that it must be her future husband's brother. But if her toddler clearly recognized her, and he was at least 3 already, how quickly had she gotten married? It would have to be almost right after Hogwarts.
"Honey, does Mommy look different?" she asked him.
"You're wearing diff'ent clothes." He observed solemnly. Well, that answered that, if the child was intelligent enough to notice a change in her wardrobe, he would notice if she'd de-aged that much.
"Where's your daddy?" Hermione asked him. The child looked puzzled. "Pro'lly in his dungeons, teaching. He doesn't like me to interupupt."
"That's interrupt, darling" Hermione corrected him automatically. So her husband was a teacher too.
"Intruppt" he tried again.
"Close enough," Hermione said. Why would her husband teach in the dungeons? It really didn't make much sense. The only thing taught in the dungeons was Potions. Had something happened to Snape? Did he die? That would be a terrible thing to find out whilst visiting the near future. But first things first, and she needed to do something about the boy. "Ok, let's go this way," Hermione said aloud. Hopefully Snape would understand she meant him too, and follow.
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Severus Snape had risen that morning with an ominous feeling in his stomach. Naturally he dismissed it as ridiculous, because he thought all Divination foolish nonsense. He might have reconsider that now, he mused as he sat up wearily. Granger was peering at him inquisitively, as though he were an interesting specimen for her to study. He was just about to snap at her when he saw a girl flying down the corridor. He heard her greet Miss Granger as Professor, and immediately threw the invisibility cloak that he's seen after he woke over him. If this was the future, he might not be in it.
Severus knew how dangerous his work was, and how likely it was that he would be killed soon. But for Snape, death wasn't necessarily bad. Many days he lay in bed, contemplating swallowing one of his Death Draughts, and ending it all. But he never did, because Severus knew that before he died, he had to see Voldemort defeated. That had become the focus of his life, and while he was aware that it was a sad thing, he also knew there was nothing to be done for it. Severus Snape had once nursed dreams of a life like the ones in his novels. When he was young, Severus used to read fiction. He tore through the children's library, and started reading the adult collection a bit more slowly. But then his father caught him at it. Severus could still remember it as thought it were yesterday...
~~~Flashback~~~
"What is this?" yelled an enraged Augustus Snape. Severus wilted under his father's angry glare.
"It's a book, sir" he responded hesitantly, but this only angered his father more, who thought Severus was being smart with him.
"How dare you?" came the shriek. "This is trash, and if I ever see it again, I'll curse your eyes out! Do you hear me boy? I'll curse them right out of your head, and I'll make sure you'll never read again! Then I'll slice off your tongue to make sure you don't talk!"
Severus was almost crying. He was only 10, and he didn't understand what was so terrible about it. But after his many blubbered reassurances that he would never read anything like it again, his father let him off.
~~~End Flashback~~~
Snape shook the memory from his head. He turned toward Hermione, only to see a small boy run up to her and catch her in a bear hug. Miss Granger had a child in the future? He saw her pick up the child that had called her Mommy. Severus remembered the last time he had given his mother a hug...
~~~Flashback~~~
Severus Snape was 6 years old. He sat in his bed, reading a book given to him by his mother. It was called The Enchanted Castle. Severus didn't tell his mother he could already read books 10 times harder than that. She had brought him a gift, so he would read it. Suddenly Severus heard something break. He leapt, catlike out of bed. Creeping to the stairway, Severus hid behind a plant and watched his parents. His father had his wand out, and was pointing it at his mother. "Idiot woman!" Augustus Snape roared. "He will grow weak! You spoil him, with your foolish books, the toys you give him. He needs to be a Snape! I will not let you ruin my heir!" Then his Father cursed him mother. Severus saw her fly through the air. She smacked into the wall like a rag doll. Severus knew he was crying, and he knew that was bad. But he couldn't help it. Augustus stormed out of the room, and Severus had run to his mother, and hugged her close. But that was the last time. He never hugged his mother again, never cried for the pain he knew she endured, never accepted her gifts on the rare times she tried to give them.
~~~End Flashback~~~
The adult Severus thought miserably of his childhood, and wondered if his father had left her alone more after that. He hoped so, and he hoped she understood that he had loved her, but he couldn't show her. Severus listened intently to their conversation. When the boy said his father taught in the dungeons, that clinched it. Clearly, he was dead in this time, or fired. So in a scant few years he would be dead. Severus wondered how he had died. Merlin, that was morbid, he told to himself as soon as he thought it. Well, there was nothing to do about it. Picking up on Hermione's veiled command, Severus trailed them.
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AN2- I hope you liked this. As always, please review the story. It means more to me than you can ever know, unless you're a writer as well. I need names for Hermione's son as well.
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Hermione picked herself up off the stone floor with an ill concealed groan. She felt dizzy, and her head hurt. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was smashing into Professor Snape, and then now. Hermione rubbed her head as though it might help organize her thoughts, which were in horrible disarray. It seemed as though she'd been transported to another part of the castle, for this was certainly Hogwarts. Glancing to her side, she saw Snape was beginning to open his eyes. Hermione picked up her wand and Harry's bag and walked over to Snape. He had sat up, and was, by the look of things, just as confused as she was, which was a relief, to say the least.
As Snape stood up, Hermione glanced down the corridor. An unfamiliar girl in Hogwarts robes was approaching them. "Hi Professor Granger," said the girl as she breezed past. Hermione gasped. She turned to Snape, who had already begun to cover himself with Harry's invisibility cloak. Hermione was about to join him when she heard someone say, "Mommy!"
Hermione turned. A small boy, who looked to be about 4 years old, was beaming up at her. "Hello..." Hermione stammered. Clearly, this was the future. Was this her son? He had black hair, so he clearly wasn't her son with Ron. He didn't look like Harry at all either. He stretched out little arms, clearly wanting to be picked up. Hermione obligingly lifted him. He giggled at her, and she ventured, "Where are you supposed to be?"
"With Unca Drake" he said guiltily. Uncle Drake? She didn't have any brothers, so she supposed that it must be her future husband's brother. But if her toddler clearly recognized her, and he was at least 3 already, how quickly had she gotten married? It would have to be almost right after Hogwarts.
"Honey, does Mommy look different?" she asked him.
"You're wearing diff'ent clothes." He observed solemnly. Well, that answered that, if the child was intelligent enough to notice a change in her wardrobe, he would notice if she'd de-aged that much.
"Where's your daddy?" Hermione asked him. The child looked puzzled. "Pro'lly in his dungeons, teaching. He doesn't like me to interupupt."
"That's interrupt, darling" Hermione corrected him automatically. So her husband was a teacher too.
"Intruppt" he tried again.
"Close enough," Hermione said. Why would her husband teach in the dungeons? It really didn't make much sense. The only thing taught in the dungeons was Potions. Had something happened to Snape? Did he die? That would be a terrible thing to find out whilst visiting the near future. But first things first, and she needed to do something about the boy. "Ok, let's go this way," Hermione said aloud. Hopefully Snape would understand she meant him too, and follow.
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Severus Snape had risen that morning with an ominous feeling in his stomach. Naturally he dismissed it as ridiculous, because he thought all Divination foolish nonsense. He might have reconsider that now, he mused as he sat up wearily. Granger was peering at him inquisitively, as though he were an interesting specimen for her to study. He was just about to snap at her when he saw a girl flying down the corridor. He heard her greet Miss Granger as Professor, and immediately threw the invisibility cloak that he's seen after he woke over him. If this was the future, he might not be in it.
Severus knew how dangerous his work was, and how likely it was that he would be killed soon. But for Snape, death wasn't necessarily bad. Many days he lay in bed, contemplating swallowing one of his Death Draughts, and ending it all. But he never did, because Severus knew that before he died, he had to see Voldemort defeated. That had become the focus of his life, and while he was aware that it was a sad thing, he also knew there was nothing to be done for it. Severus Snape had once nursed dreams of a life like the ones in his novels. When he was young, Severus used to read fiction. He tore through the children's library, and started reading the adult collection a bit more slowly. But then his father caught him at it. Severus could still remember it as thought it were yesterday...
~~~Flashback~~~
"What is this?" yelled an enraged Augustus Snape. Severus wilted under his father's angry glare.
"It's a book, sir" he responded hesitantly, but this only angered his father more, who thought Severus was being smart with him.
"How dare you?" came the shriek. "This is trash, and if I ever see it again, I'll curse your eyes out! Do you hear me boy? I'll curse them right out of your head, and I'll make sure you'll never read again! Then I'll slice off your tongue to make sure you don't talk!"
Severus was almost crying. He was only 10, and he didn't understand what was so terrible about it. But after his many blubbered reassurances that he would never read anything like it again, his father let him off.
~~~End Flashback~~~
Snape shook the memory from his head. He turned toward Hermione, only to see a small boy run up to her and catch her in a bear hug. Miss Granger had a child in the future? He saw her pick up the child that had called her Mommy. Severus remembered the last time he had given his mother a hug...
~~~Flashback~~~
Severus Snape was 6 years old. He sat in his bed, reading a book given to him by his mother. It was called The Enchanted Castle. Severus didn't tell his mother he could already read books 10 times harder than that. She had brought him a gift, so he would read it. Suddenly Severus heard something break. He leapt, catlike out of bed. Creeping to the stairway, Severus hid behind a plant and watched his parents. His father had his wand out, and was pointing it at his mother. "Idiot woman!" Augustus Snape roared. "He will grow weak! You spoil him, with your foolish books, the toys you give him. He needs to be a Snape! I will not let you ruin my heir!" Then his Father cursed him mother. Severus saw her fly through the air. She smacked into the wall like a rag doll. Severus knew he was crying, and he knew that was bad. But he couldn't help it. Augustus stormed out of the room, and Severus had run to his mother, and hugged her close. But that was the last time. He never hugged his mother again, never cried for the pain he knew she endured, never accepted her gifts on the rare times she tried to give them.
~~~End Flashback~~~
The adult Severus thought miserably of his childhood, and wondered if his father had left her alone more after that. He hoped so, and he hoped she understood that he had loved her, but he couldn't show her. Severus listened intently to their conversation. When the boy said his father taught in the dungeons, that clinched it. Clearly, he was dead in this time, or fired. So in a scant few years he would be dead. Severus wondered how he had died. Merlin, that was morbid, he told to himself as soon as he thought it. Well, there was nothing to do about it. Picking up on Hermione's veiled command, Severus trailed them.
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AN2- I hope you liked this. As always, please review the story. It means more to me than you can ever know, unless you're a writer as well. I need names for Hermione's son as well.