AN- There's a small error in chapter 5, now corrected. Severus doesn't
pocket the items; he puts them in Harry's bag. Sorry about that, it's fixed
now. Yes, their time in the future did seem quite short, didn't it? Well,
it's only a plot device; this isn't a Time Travel fic. Another thing: I
sometimes might borrow ideas or such from other authors, but I will always
credit them, and never directly plagiarize. Snape's view of Hermione, and
her studiousness vs. intellect was a concept that I took from Hayseed's
[U]Ordinary People[/U] It's an excellent fic, I recommend it most highly.
Actually, I recommend you read all of her work, it's truly excellent!
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With a soft [I]whumph[/I] the pair landed in the Room of Requirement. Brushing herself off, Hermione got to her feet. "I suppose we'd best go and see Dumbledore then?" she asked, rather hesitant about dealing with him now that they'd returned to their own time.
"Yes," Severus replied curtly, standing up to face her and picking up Harry's bag from the floor. They set off quickly, but Hermione soon voiced a question, as she was often apt to do, "Sir? How much time will have gone past here?"
Severus, who had not thought of that, simply replied, "I should assume only a few hours, about how long we spent in the future." Hermione nodded, then ventured, "About what we saw and found out there..."
Snape cut her off. "We'll ask the Headmaster to remove our memories, and it won't ever come up." Hermione was rather hurt by this. Surely he knew that she found the prospect of marriage to him and children with him just as disagreeable as she did. But instead of talking it over like civilized adults, he was treating her like a child. It really was very annoying. Besides, he should realize how dangerous it would be to try and change the future.
Severus looked at Hermione, who was bearing a rather hurt look on her face. Apparently she'd misinterpreted what he'd said. Severus remembered her future self mentioning "getting her memories back," so he assumed Dumbledore must have out a time released [I]Obliviate[/I] on them. But she'd seemed to have taken it the wrong way, a common practice with girls her age. Severus gave an exaggerated internal sigh. Too late now, and she wouldn't remember in an hour anyways.
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Draco and Harry were meeting in the library again, looking up information on time travel. They hadn't found much yet, mostly because Harry was spending most of the time alternating between puzzling why Draco was acting so human and why Draco's hair was so cute, complementing his pale skin so perfectly. It really wasn't very productive.
"Ah, here we go!" exclaimed the lust object. "Herman Gorente was the first known time traveler, having accidentally created the first time turner while attempting to find a way to turn back time."
"Accidentally? If he was trying to find a way to turn back time, and he did, how is it an accident?" Harry wondered aloud.
"He was trying to find a way to turn time back, not send himself back in time. He wanted to be able to redo the day, not live the day in two places." Draco explained. Harry, who was very disconcerted with the whole situation, managed to get out, "Oh," before turning back to his own thoughts. *Why did Malfoy explain that so nicely?* Harry thought to himself. *He never misses an opportunity to get a rise out of me, and that was the perfect chance to get in a dig about how clueless I am.*
Draco could see Potter struggling with the concept of Nice!Draco, and decided to help further his confusion. "Listen Potter, I can hold down the fort here. Why don't you go eat dinner, and I'll keep researching. I'm not that hungry anyways."
Harry, after a brief moment of consideration, nodded his assent. "Ok. D'you want me to bring you anything back?"
"No, but thanks anyways," Draco replied. *There. Let Potter stew on that for a while. This is even easier than I'd imagined, I bet I'll be able to start phase 2 way earlier than I'd planned.*
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Severus and Hermione arrived at Dumbledore's office without any further trouble, and went in to find a grave looking Headmaster. "Oh, good! You two are back." Was the first the strangely serious looking Dumbledore said. "What happened? I thought you'd gone to the future, but that was only a guess."
Severus nodded. "Yes, we did. But perhaps it would be easier to let you look at our memories in a Pensive?"
"No, I'm afraid I can't do that," said Dumbledore. "You know how serious a responsibility it is to know the future, and I don't want to tempt myself into changing it."
"But sir, you were expecting us in the future," Hermione told him. "You knew we were coming."
"Well, I expect I shall know to expect you. About when shall I look for you?"
Severus frowned. They hadn't gotten a date. "Well, if I had to guess, I'd say about 5 years." He said, trying to guess about how far they'd gone.
"Alright then." Dumbledore brandished his wand. "Now, I suppose I must Obliviate you."
Hermione nodded. "But please, just a suppression spell, key it so we get our memories back if we have a strong trigger." Severus flashed a confused and accusatory glance at her, but she steadily refused to meet his gaze.
"One, two, [I]Obliviate[/I]" Dumbledore incanted. But just as he felt the spell begin, Severus had an urgent feeling that there was something he'd forgotten, something important. But it was too late, and the spell cleared his mind of this troublesome thought.
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Hermione woke up in the hospital wing, feeling confused and disoriented. *What's going on?* she thought to herself, searching her brain for the memory of what had happened. Then she saw Dumbledore sitting beside her, and voiced, "Sir? What happened?"
Dumbledore, with a twinkly look in his eyes, replied, "There was an accident in the Potions class. You've been here about a day and a half, and Mr.'s Potter and Weasely have been by your bedside almost the entire time."
"Oh," Hermione replied. There was a small niggling in the back of her mind that insisted that this made no sense, and something else had transpired, but she quickly pushed it away. "Can I go back to Gryffindor then?"
"Yes indeed," Dumbledore replied, "and please give Mr. Potter back his bag, won't you?"
"Of course," Hermione told him, then, taking the bag, she left the hospital wing in search of her friends.
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AN2- Yes, it's quite short, and I'm sorry for it. But I have written this all in one long session. To make up for it, I'll give you a preview of the next chapter:
Hermione walked into the common room, where she was accosted by her enthusiastic friends. "C'mon Hermione, play Wizard Truth or Dare with us," Ron beseeched her; "we've missed you!"
That's right; I couldn't help but put in a Truth or Dare game, as I've always thought Veritaserum an excellent plot device and its best usage: getting out favorite characters to tell their innermost secrets!
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With a soft [I]whumph[/I] the pair landed in the Room of Requirement. Brushing herself off, Hermione got to her feet. "I suppose we'd best go and see Dumbledore then?" she asked, rather hesitant about dealing with him now that they'd returned to their own time.
"Yes," Severus replied curtly, standing up to face her and picking up Harry's bag from the floor. They set off quickly, but Hermione soon voiced a question, as she was often apt to do, "Sir? How much time will have gone past here?"
Severus, who had not thought of that, simply replied, "I should assume only a few hours, about how long we spent in the future." Hermione nodded, then ventured, "About what we saw and found out there..."
Snape cut her off. "We'll ask the Headmaster to remove our memories, and it won't ever come up." Hermione was rather hurt by this. Surely he knew that she found the prospect of marriage to him and children with him just as disagreeable as she did. But instead of talking it over like civilized adults, he was treating her like a child. It really was very annoying. Besides, he should realize how dangerous it would be to try and change the future.
Severus looked at Hermione, who was bearing a rather hurt look on her face. Apparently she'd misinterpreted what he'd said. Severus remembered her future self mentioning "getting her memories back," so he assumed Dumbledore must have out a time released [I]Obliviate[/I] on them. But she'd seemed to have taken it the wrong way, a common practice with girls her age. Severus gave an exaggerated internal sigh. Too late now, and she wouldn't remember in an hour anyways.
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Draco and Harry were meeting in the library again, looking up information on time travel. They hadn't found much yet, mostly because Harry was spending most of the time alternating between puzzling why Draco was acting so human and why Draco's hair was so cute, complementing his pale skin so perfectly. It really wasn't very productive.
"Ah, here we go!" exclaimed the lust object. "Herman Gorente was the first known time traveler, having accidentally created the first time turner while attempting to find a way to turn back time."
"Accidentally? If he was trying to find a way to turn back time, and he did, how is it an accident?" Harry wondered aloud.
"He was trying to find a way to turn time back, not send himself back in time. He wanted to be able to redo the day, not live the day in two places." Draco explained. Harry, who was very disconcerted with the whole situation, managed to get out, "Oh," before turning back to his own thoughts. *Why did Malfoy explain that so nicely?* Harry thought to himself. *He never misses an opportunity to get a rise out of me, and that was the perfect chance to get in a dig about how clueless I am.*
Draco could see Potter struggling with the concept of Nice!Draco, and decided to help further his confusion. "Listen Potter, I can hold down the fort here. Why don't you go eat dinner, and I'll keep researching. I'm not that hungry anyways."
Harry, after a brief moment of consideration, nodded his assent. "Ok. D'you want me to bring you anything back?"
"No, but thanks anyways," Draco replied. *There. Let Potter stew on that for a while. This is even easier than I'd imagined, I bet I'll be able to start phase 2 way earlier than I'd planned.*
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Severus and Hermione arrived at Dumbledore's office without any further trouble, and went in to find a grave looking Headmaster. "Oh, good! You two are back." Was the first the strangely serious looking Dumbledore said. "What happened? I thought you'd gone to the future, but that was only a guess."
Severus nodded. "Yes, we did. But perhaps it would be easier to let you look at our memories in a Pensive?"
"No, I'm afraid I can't do that," said Dumbledore. "You know how serious a responsibility it is to know the future, and I don't want to tempt myself into changing it."
"But sir, you were expecting us in the future," Hermione told him. "You knew we were coming."
"Well, I expect I shall know to expect you. About when shall I look for you?"
Severus frowned. They hadn't gotten a date. "Well, if I had to guess, I'd say about 5 years." He said, trying to guess about how far they'd gone.
"Alright then." Dumbledore brandished his wand. "Now, I suppose I must Obliviate you."
Hermione nodded. "But please, just a suppression spell, key it so we get our memories back if we have a strong trigger." Severus flashed a confused and accusatory glance at her, but she steadily refused to meet his gaze.
"One, two, [I]Obliviate[/I]" Dumbledore incanted. But just as he felt the spell begin, Severus had an urgent feeling that there was something he'd forgotten, something important. But it was too late, and the spell cleared his mind of this troublesome thought.
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Hermione woke up in the hospital wing, feeling confused and disoriented. *What's going on?* she thought to herself, searching her brain for the memory of what had happened. Then she saw Dumbledore sitting beside her, and voiced, "Sir? What happened?"
Dumbledore, with a twinkly look in his eyes, replied, "There was an accident in the Potions class. You've been here about a day and a half, and Mr.'s Potter and Weasely have been by your bedside almost the entire time."
"Oh," Hermione replied. There was a small niggling in the back of her mind that insisted that this made no sense, and something else had transpired, but she quickly pushed it away. "Can I go back to Gryffindor then?"
"Yes indeed," Dumbledore replied, "and please give Mr. Potter back his bag, won't you?"
"Of course," Hermione told him, then, taking the bag, she left the hospital wing in search of her friends.
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AN2- Yes, it's quite short, and I'm sorry for it. But I have written this all in one long session. To make up for it, I'll give you a preview of the next chapter:
Hermione walked into the common room, where she was accosted by her enthusiastic friends. "C'mon Hermione, play Wizard Truth or Dare with us," Ron beseeched her; "we've missed you!"
That's right; I couldn't help but put in a Truth or Dare game, as I've always thought Veritaserum an excellent plot device and its best usage: getting out favorite characters to tell their innermost secrets!