AN- Told you I would make this a long one for you! Seems we need a bit of
explaining beforehand. If you've read the Odyssey, the story is going to
work rather like that, insofar as the timeline. We're going to point C on
the timeline, then back to point A, then to point B, then C again, and
finishing at point D. Does that make sense? Also, I've been doing point of
view for Severus and Hermione separately, because they are rather
kerflummoxed, and the different perspectives show their feelings about the
same events. If this bugs you, and you hate it, please let me know. Really,
what the reader's say affects the story more than you know!
Romm: Sorry, never read it. My friend does, but that's not where I got the name from.
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Hermione had stopped short in her tracks. Shock coursed through her body, running from her head to her toes. Dizzily, she leaned against the corridor wall. Jakken, his brow furrowed, inquired, "Are you a'right Mommy?"
"No, Jakken, sweetie, I'm not," Hermione said honestly, trying desperately to regain her common sense.
"Can I help?" He asked innocently, not knowing what she was going through.
"No honey," Hermione told him. "Don't you worry, Mommy will take care of everything, and it'll be just fine, ok?"
"Ok Mommy."
"Ok munchkin." Hermione tweaked his nose. He scowled at her. He looked just like Professor Snape. She sat down in the middle of the hallway and began to sob.
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Severus cursed under his breath, treading softly in Hermione's footsteps. This excruciating ordeal would merit an Order of Merlin, First Class when he got back. What was the silly girl chattering on about now? He strained closer to hear the conversation. Then he heard her ask, "Honey? What's your name?"
Oh God. How foolish could she be? She knew what repercussions this could, and probably would have, but she had to ask him. She was so insatiably curious that she disregarded all the rules she'd ever been told about time travel.
What he heard next surprised him more than anything he could have ever imagined. The boy replied that his name was Jakken Sirius Alexander Snape. Severus could honestly say he wouldn't have been more shocked if the boy said his name was Dumbledore! Severus wasn't quite sure he could handle this, and he slowed down to think.
So the boy was his son. There was no doubt whatsoever. Severus Snape was the last of an old pureblood line. Until this moment, Severus had intended to bring the name of Snape to the grave with him. But it seemed life had other plans. But such plans! Clearly he was a father to the child, if Jakken knew him so well, and they lived in the same castle. He was referred to as 'Daddy,' at the very least, a thought which sent an odd feeling of apprehension and worry shooting through him. He was going to be a Daddy. Severus had never even considered the possibility of a family, at least not since he joined the Death Eaters all those years ago.
Severus couldn't honestly say he was opposed to the idea, having never thought about it. Children of his own might not be as bad as other people's, though there was always the possibility of 2 brilliant, respected, talented people producing a dunderhead, such as in the Longbottom case. It was moot anyways, Jakken was clearly very smart.
How Severus found himself thinking about how proud he was that his son was so smart he wasn't sure, but it scared him He'd never even met his offspring, but already he worried about how the boy would do at Hogwarts, what house he would get in, if he would be a Squib. This, more than anything, made Severus realize just how much he would love and already did love his young son. But to care so deeply for someone was scary and new and Severus didn't know how to do such things. Hermione was obviously fine, he thought rather bitterly, watching her reassure Jakken even in the face of all her problems.
Hermione. It dawned on Severus that in order for Jakken to exist he and Hermione would someday, in the not so distant future, have to, well, sleep together. Thinking about it made Severus feel embarrassed and ashamed. That he would do that with a former student! He had thought he was a more honorable man, but obviously something had transpired.
His train of thought was interrupted by Miss Granger suddenly sitting down in the middle of the road and beginning to cry. Clearly she wasn't taking this as well as he'd thought. With a sigh, Severus swept his cape off and walked towards her. Jakken looked up and said to him, "Daddy?" A chill ran through Severus' body. That feeling of connection, 'he's my son; I'm his father' jolted through him again.
"Yes Jakken, what is it?" he answered carefully.
"Mommy's crying and you look creppy."
Severus blinked. "That's creepy, son."
"Yes. You look creepy." Jakken nodded emphatically.
So, he looked different, but not so much that he wasn't recognized. That was interesting, that he should change his appearance, but Hermione would not. He would have thought it was the opposite. Hermione had by this time stopped her crying. Sniffling, she apologized to him, "I'm sorry professor."
Brusquely, he replied, "It's alright Miss Granger." To his great surprise, she bitterly told him, "Not for long." He nodded, for what could he say to such a thing? She had picked herself off the floor at least, and she seemed to be in better control of her emotions, so he tentatively suggested that they find Dumbledore and talk to him.
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Hermione knew how disastrous it would be if someone were to chance upon her here, like this, but she couldn't stop. Oh no, she was scaring Jakken. Suddenly Snape appeared. What his reaction would be, she had no idea. What if he tried to change things? She couldn't bear that, not after knowing her baby, even for only a few minutes.
How would he have come about? Had she been raped? No, that was silly, because Jakken clearly knew his Daddy. Hermione was vaguely aware that she was no longer crying. She heard Jakken tell Snape that he looked different, and she briefly wondered if Snape looked better or worse.
Hermione had never considered Severus Snape as anything other than a teacher, but now she began to study him as a man. He was tall, about 6'3. Harry was probably 6'1. Ron was 6'5 already, but Ron had always been tall. Snape was thin, but he had enough meat on him that the outline of his bones didn't show. He wasn't skinny, but he was lean. He had pale skin, but not as pale as Draco Malfoy. She studied his face. He was by no means handsome, but he did have an air about him, a presence that was dark and dangerous, and it showed in his face. His nose was long, but he had high cheekbones and a strong chin. It was a good enough face, Hermione decided. She certainly liked it better than Ron's face, or Harry's. All in all, from a purely physical standpoint, Hermione found him attractive, she decided.
Briefly Hermione wondered how many girls had had crushes on Snape. If he wasn't such a terrible person he would be very sexy. Oh Merlin, did she just call Severus "greasy bat" Snape sexy? There was something seriously wrong with her. Besides, he had those awful teeth, and his hair was abysmal. Yes, that was better. Snape was icky. But he did have long, thin, fingers that he used so delicately and precisely in making potions that he could use for so many other things...
No! She so did not just think that! Besides, he obviously found her unbearably ugly, just as he had told her in third year. Logically, Hermione knew that looked very different from how she had in third year, but all the same, the memory lingered.
Suddenly Hermione straightened up and stood. Her mind had clearly been addled from her time traveling. Wiping the last of her tears from her face, she said, "I'm sorry Professor."
He looked rather taken aback, but responded with as much cordiality as he could, under the circumstances. Perhaps he didn't understand why she was apologizing. That was alright, she barely understood herself. She was sorry she'd broken down in front of him, sorry she'd gotten them into this situation, sorry about what would happen in the future, sorry for everything. Surprisingly, he didn't snipe at her, but instead tried to reassure her. But when he had called her Miss Granger, even after all this, a wave of frustration and bitterness rolled over her, and Hermione said, "Not for long."
Mortification suddenly overwhelmed her. She had just made it abundantly clear she expected him to marry her, when that wasn't what she'd meant at all, just that it was ridiculous how formal they were being when it was obvious they weren't Professor and Miss Granger anymore. Thankfully, he only nodded in response.
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AN2- Whoo, that took quite a while to write. I really appreciate you reading, and you have no idea how much reviews motivate me. *Hinthint* The next chapter might not be posted for a little bit, next weekend at the very latest, but probably not that late. I write a chapter, post it, then write the next, though I do have the general idea laid out, I never know what I'm going to do for the next bit until I hear from you! Next chapter we'll meet some more future characters!
Romm: Sorry, never read it. My friend does, but that's not where I got the name from.
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Hermione had stopped short in her tracks. Shock coursed through her body, running from her head to her toes. Dizzily, she leaned against the corridor wall. Jakken, his brow furrowed, inquired, "Are you a'right Mommy?"
"No, Jakken, sweetie, I'm not," Hermione said honestly, trying desperately to regain her common sense.
"Can I help?" He asked innocently, not knowing what she was going through.
"No honey," Hermione told him. "Don't you worry, Mommy will take care of everything, and it'll be just fine, ok?"
"Ok Mommy."
"Ok munchkin." Hermione tweaked his nose. He scowled at her. He looked just like Professor Snape. She sat down in the middle of the hallway and began to sob.
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Severus cursed under his breath, treading softly in Hermione's footsteps. This excruciating ordeal would merit an Order of Merlin, First Class when he got back. What was the silly girl chattering on about now? He strained closer to hear the conversation. Then he heard her ask, "Honey? What's your name?"
Oh God. How foolish could she be? She knew what repercussions this could, and probably would have, but she had to ask him. She was so insatiably curious that she disregarded all the rules she'd ever been told about time travel.
What he heard next surprised him more than anything he could have ever imagined. The boy replied that his name was Jakken Sirius Alexander Snape. Severus could honestly say he wouldn't have been more shocked if the boy said his name was Dumbledore! Severus wasn't quite sure he could handle this, and he slowed down to think.
So the boy was his son. There was no doubt whatsoever. Severus Snape was the last of an old pureblood line. Until this moment, Severus had intended to bring the name of Snape to the grave with him. But it seemed life had other plans. But such plans! Clearly he was a father to the child, if Jakken knew him so well, and they lived in the same castle. He was referred to as 'Daddy,' at the very least, a thought which sent an odd feeling of apprehension and worry shooting through him. He was going to be a Daddy. Severus had never even considered the possibility of a family, at least not since he joined the Death Eaters all those years ago.
Severus couldn't honestly say he was opposed to the idea, having never thought about it. Children of his own might not be as bad as other people's, though there was always the possibility of 2 brilliant, respected, talented people producing a dunderhead, such as in the Longbottom case. It was moot anyways, Jakken was clearly very smart.
How Severus found himself thinking about how proud he was that his son was so smart he wasn't sure, but it scared him He'd never even met his offspring, but already he worried about how the boy would do at Hogwarts, what house he would get in, if he would be a Squib. This, more than anything, made Severus realize just how much he would love and already did love his young son. But to care so deeply for someone was scary and new and Severus didn't know how to do such things. Hermione was obviously fine, he thought rather bitterly, watching her reassure Jakken even in the face of all her problems.
Hermione. It dawned on Severus that in order for Jakken to exist he and Hermione would someday, in the not so distant future, have to, well, sleep together. Thinking about it made Severus feel embarrassed and ashamed. That he would do that with a former student! He had thought he was a more honorable man, but obviously something had transpired.
His train of thought was interrupted by Miss Granger suddenly sitting down in the middle of the road and beginning to cry. Clearly she wasn't taking this as well as he'd thought. With a sigh, Severus swept his cape off and walked towards her. Jakken looked up and said to him, "Daddy?" A chill ran through Severus' body. That feeling of connection, 'he's my son; I'm his father' jolted through him again.
"Yes Jakken, what is it?" he answered carefully.
"Mommy's crying and you look creppy."
Severus blinked. "That's creepy, son."
"Yes. You look creepy." Jakken nodded emphatically.
So, he looked different, but not so much that he wasn't recognized. That was interesting, that he should change his appearance, but Hermione would not. He would have thought it was the opposite. Hermione had by this time stopped her crying. Sniffling, she apologized to him, "I'm sorry professor."
Brusquely, he replied, "It's alright Miss Granger." To his great surprise, she bitterly told him, "Not for long." He nodded, for what could he say to such a thing? She had picked herself off the floor at least, and she seemed to be in better control of her emotions, so he tentatively suggested that they find Dumbledore and talk to him.
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Hermione knew how disastrous it would be if someone were to chance upon her here, like this, but she couldn't stop. Oh no, she was scaring Jakken. Suddenly Snape appeared. What his reaction would be, she had no idea. What if he tried to change things? She couldn't bear that, not after knowing her baby, even for only a few minutes.
How would he have come about? Had she been raped? No, that was silly, because Jakken clearly knew his Daddy. Hermione was vaguely aware that she was no longer crying. She heard Jakken tell Snape that he looked different, and she briefly wondered if Snape looked better or worse.
Hermione had never considered Severus Snape as anything other than a teacher, but now she began to study him as a man. He was tall, about 6'3. Harry was probably 6'1. Ron was 6'5 already, but Ron had always been tall. Snape was thin, but he had enough meat on him that the outline of his bones didn't show. He wasn't skinny, but he was lean. He had pale skin, but not as pale as Draco Malfoy. She studied his face. He was by no means handsome, but he did have an air about him, a presence that was dark and dangerous, and it showed in his face. His nose was long, but he had high cheekbones and a strong chin. It was a good enough face, Hermione decided. She certainly liked it better than Ron's face, or Harry's. All in all, from a purely physical standpoint, Hermione found him attractive, she decided.
Briefly Hermione wondered how many girls had had crushes on Snape. If he wasn't such a terrible person he would be very sexy. Oh Merlin, did she just call Severus "greasy bat" Snape sexy? There was something seriously wrong with her. Besides, he had those awful teeth, and his hair was abysmal. Yes, that was better. Snape was icky. But he did have long, thin, fingers that he used so delicately and precisely in making potions that he could use for so many other things...
No! She so did not just think that! Besides, he obviously found her unbearably ugly, just as he had told her in third year. Logically, Hermione knew that looked very different from how she had in third year, but all the same, the memory lingered.
Suddenly Hermione straightened up and stood. Her mind had clearly been addled from her time traveling. Wiping the last of her tears from her face, she said, "I'm sorry Professor."
He looked rather taken aback, but responded with as much cordiality as he could, under the circumstances. Perhaps he didn't understand why she was apologizing. That was alright, she barely understood herself. She was sorry she'd broken down in front of him, sorry she'd gotten them into this situation, sorry about what would happen in the future, sorry for everything. Surprisingly, he didn't snipe at her, but instead tried to reassure her. But when he had called her Miss Granger, even after all this, a wave of frustration and bitterness rolled over her, and Hermione said, "Not for long."
Mortification suddenly overwhelmed her. She had just made it abundantly clear she expected him to marry her, when that wasn't what she'd meant at all, just that it was ridiculous how formal they were being when it was obvious they weren't Professor and Miss Granger anymore. Thankfully, he only nodded in response.
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AN2- Whoo, that took quite a while to write. I really appreciate you reading, and you have no idea how much reviews motivate me. *Hinthint* The next chapter might not be posted for a little bit, next weekend at the very latest, but probably not that late. I write a chapter, post it, then write the next, though I do have the general idea laid out, I never know what I'm going to do for the next bit until I hear from you! Next chapter we'll meet some more future characters!