A/N: Can you believe it? I'm back! I won't insult anyone's intelligence by
apologizing for the insanely long delay of this update. Sometimes life just
gets in the way of things. I had always planned to go back and finish this
one and 'I Will Remember You', and have finally found some time to work on
them. You might have to go back and reread this story since it's been so
long. (I know I did!) Anyway, I hope you like it.
Chapter 3: My Three Snapes
I had one hand to my head, and one to my stomach as I stumbled into the potions classroom the following morning.
Severus was hard at work brewing a potion, just like yesterday.
"I know we agreed to take some time, but I feel really sick. Do you know of a potion I could take?" I asked him, sinking into a chair.
He gave me a funny look before turning his attention back to his cauldron.
"I told you last night I'd make a hang-over potion for you, remember?" he asked.
"What? When?" I was confused, but felt a sense of foreboding.
"You must have been too drunk to remember." He commented with a smirk.
"You told me that if I made the potion taste like strawberries you'd give me some answers." He explained slowly, as if he was talking to a small child.
I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach.
I was reliving yesterday, and I hadn't even noticed.
Leaning my elbows on the table in front of me, I put my head in my hands.
Okay, think, what did I do wrong yesterday? I remembered our kisses, and the pain I felt at his not being able to accept my situation. But how can he help me if I don't tell him the truth?
And then something Old Professor Snape had said came back to me.
"Do not under any circumstances allow yourself to get lost in the past. Always remember that this is not your time, your friends, or your world. If you do, we all lose everything."
I looked up at the young man brewing me a potion. He was not my Professor. He could not be my friend or my boyfriend. He could not help me. This burden was mine and Professor Snape's. Now, it is mine alone.
He put the steaming goblet in front of me and I grimaced.
"Now Miss Thyme, Mr. Snape has been up working on that potion since before dawn. You should show a bit more gratitude." Professor Figg smirked at me as she entered the class room and began to set up for her first class.
Severus was blushing.
"Thank you." I mumbled, and then downed the potion in one swallow.
"Very good." I told him, and jumped to my feet.
"See you in class." I called as I bolted out the door.
"But..." I heard him say, as I ran quickly to catch up with Margo.
"Hey Mya! How did it go with Severus?" she asked, shyly.
I looked at her and shrugged.
She patted me on the shoulder sympathetically.
"You're having a pretty rough week, huh?"
"You have no idea."
The whole week passed in a blur, and I just stayed close to Sissy and tried to pretend like I was paying attention.
On Thursday afternoon we were on our way to the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the year, when Sissy said something that twisted my stomach in a knot.
"We have a new DADA Professor this year, Snape." she informed me as we walked toward the classroom.
"What? Where?" I asked looking for Severus.
"No, that's the new Professor's name. Professor Snape. I heard he was a cousin or something of that kid in Slytherin. I hear he really favors the Slytherins, but we have class with the Gryffindor's this year, so maybe he'll like us better." She said, completely missing the expression of horror that crossed my face.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion as I walked through the classroom door.
"10 points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter, for disrespect to a teacher!" I heard a very familiar voice gleefully snap.
It was him. Not the student, and not the older man who had taken care of me and sent me here. It was the cruel, greasy haired, sharp tongue Professor that I had despised.
James and Sirius were glaring at him as they took their seats, and I had to shake myself. Just keep walking. Sit. Breathe. See I was fine.
Snape spent almost the entire class reviewing what was supposed to have been learnt last year. I knew the answers to all of the questions he asked, but I never raised my hand or made any kind of eye contact. I was slumped in my seat hoping he'd just ignore me. No such luck.
He was walking around the desks firing questions at people. If it was a Ravenclaw he asked a fairly easy question, and awarded 2 house points. The Gryffindors on the other hand, were given extremely difficult questions and had 10 points taken away if they got them wrong.
I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing as Sirius, James, and Remus answered every question correctly that he threw at them. Those three really knew they're stuff.
Suddenly he was in front of me, dark black eyes boring into mine.
"What is the difference between a werewolf and an animagus, Miss, uh?" he asked carefully.
Did he recognize me? Why else we he ask 'that' question?
"Gr- ah Thyme." I answered him.
"Thyme? I don't remember a Thyme." He muttered under his breath and turned away.
"Answer the question Miss Thyme." He called over his shoulder.
"An animagus can turn into an animal at will. The werewolf has no choice. At every full moon he assumes the form of a monstrous beast killing and destroying everything in it's path. He'd kill his best friend if he came across him."
Snape eyes shifted to Remus as he stiffened.
I decided to push my luck.
"Furthermore, a Werewolf will respond to the cry of it's own kind."
This time it was Snape that stiffened.
He turned back to face me, looking me over from head to foot.
"Class dismissed." He said, suddenly.
His eyes held me in place, I didn't dare move.
He waited until the room emptied before speaking.
"Miss Granger, what on Earth are you doing here?"
TBC
A/N: I was trying to recreate the question Hermione answered in the POA movie. However I've only seen it three times and could not remember the exact wording.
Chapter 3: My Three Snapes
I had one hand to my head, and one to my stomach as I stumbled into the potions classroom the following morning.
Severus was hard at work brewing a potion, just like yesterday.
"I know we agreed to take some time, but I feel really sick. Do you know of a potion I could take?" I asked him, sinking into a chair.
He gave me a funny look before turning his attention back to his cauldron.
"I told you last night I'd make a hang-over potion for you, remember?" he asked.
"What? When?" I was confused, but felt a sense of foreboding.
"You must have been too drunk to remember." He commented with a smirk.
"You told me that if I made the potion taste like strawberries you'd give me some answers." He explained slowly, as if he was talking to a small child.
I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach.
I was reliving yesterday, and I hadn't even noticed.
Leaning my elbows on the table in front of me, I put my head in my hands.
Okay, think, what did I do wrong yesterday? I remembered our kisses, and the pain I felt at his not being able to accept my situation. But how can he help me if I don't tell him the truth?
And then something Old Professor Snape had said came back to me.
"Do not under any circumstances allow yourself to get lost in the past. Always remember that this is not your time, your friends, or your world. If you do, we all lose everything."
I looked up at the young man brewing me a potion. He was not my Professor. He could not be my friend or my boyfriend. He could not help me. This burden was mine and Professor Snape's. Now, it is mine alone.
He put the steaming goblet in front of me and I grimaced.
"Now Miss Thyme, Mr. Snape has been up working on that potion since before dawn. You should show a bit more gratitude." Professor Figg smirked at me as she entered the class room and began to set up for her first class.
Severus was blushing.
"Thank you." I mumbled, and then downed the potion in one swallow.
"Very good." I told him, and jumped to my feet.
"See you in class." I called as I bolted out the door.
"But..." I heard him say, as I ran quickly to catch up with Margo.
"Hey Mya! How did it go with Severus?" she asked, shyly.
I looked at her and shrugged.
She patted me on the shoulder sympathetically.
"You're having a pretty rough week, huh?"
"You have no idea."
The whole week passed in a blur, and I just stayed close to Sissy and tried to pretend like I was paying attention.
On Thursday afternoon we were on our way to the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the year, when Sissy said something that twisted my stomach in a knot.
"We have a new DADA Professor this year, Snape." she informed me as we walked toward the classroom.
"What? Where?" I asked looking for Severus.
"No, that's the new Professor's name. Professor Snape. I heard he was a cousin or something of that kid in Slytherin. I hear he really favors the Slytherins, but we have class with the Gryffindor's this year, so maybe he'll like us better." She said, completely missing the expression of horror that crossed my face.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion as I walked through the classroom door.
"10 points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter, for disrespect to a teacher!" I heard a very familiar voice gleefully snap.
It was him. Not the student, and not the older man who had taken care of me and sent me here. It was the cruel, greasy haired, sharp tongue Professor that I had despised.
James and Sirius were glaring at him as they took their seats, and I had to shake myself. Just keep walking. Sit. Breathe. See I was fine.
Snape spent almost the entire class reviewing what was supposed to have been learnt last year. I knew the answers to all of the questions he asked, but I never raised my hand or made any kind of eye contact. I was slumped in my seat hoping he'd just ignore me. No such luck.
He was walking around the desks firing questions at people. If it was a Ravenclaw he asked a fairly easy question, and awarded 2 house points. The Gryffindors on the other hand, were given extremely difficult questions and had 10 points taken away if they got them wrong.
I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing as Sirius, James, and Remus answered every question correctly that he threw at them. Those three really knew they're stuff.
Suddenly he was in front of me, dark black eyes boring into mine.
"What is the difference between a werewolf and an animagus, Miss, uh?" he asked carefully.
Did he recognize me? Why else we he ask 'that' question?
"Gr- ah Thyme." I answered him.
"Thyme? I don't remember a Thyme." He muttered under his breath and turned away.
"Answer the question Miss Thyme." He called over his shoulder.
"An animagus can turn into an animal at will. The werewolf has no choice. At every full moon he assumes the form of a monstrous beast killing and destroying everything in it's path. He'd kill his best friend if he came across him."
Snape eyes shifted to Remus as he stiffened.
I decided to push my luck.
"Furthermore, a Werewolf will respond to the cry of it's own kind."
This time it was Snape that stiffened.
He turned back to face me, looking me over from head to foot.
"Class dismissed." He said, suddenly.
His eyes held me in place, I didn't dare move.
He waited until the room emptied before speaking.
"Miss Granger, what on Earth are you doing here?"
TBC
A/N: I was trying to recreate the question Hermione answered in the POA movie. However I've only seen it three times and could not remember the exact wording.