Summary: The sixth years, Gryffindor / Hufflepuff potions class had been working so peacefully until Hermione screamed and Harry disappeared.
Authors Notes: Erm. If anyone wants an update to this story and only this story... Since, I can sort of understand if you don't want to be updated with Inuyasha stories or vice-versa. I'm more than happy to email you when I update ;
The other potion hits the ground
The potion Harry had been holding smashed on the ground.
Instantly Severus Snape turned. This was precisely the reason he walked out and amongst the students, to get to the scene quickly when this sort of thing happened. Without further word to Hannah and Ernie he began a rough, speed walk to where Hermione was, a look of complete irritation masked his face.
At the same time, Hermione screamed. Not incredibly loudly or indeed very long. In fact it may of been somewhat more of a screech. In pure shock. He had just vanished. One moment there. The next moment not.
Also happening was Neville turning his head sharply, suspicion etched across his face. Neville took a step towards Hermoine, narrowly missing a piece of the glass glistening with a sharp edge.
Neville openly gasped. "Where the hell is Harry?"
Professor Snape stopped behind Hermione, placing one hand, that felt like claws upon Hermione's shoulder as he stated in a low tone. "Now if you and Mr Potter have finished playing games -" He began, each syllable drawled out slowly emphasizing that it may be a concept difficult for mere students to understand. Hermione was impressed that he hadn't deducted points from Gryffindor yet.
"Where the hell is Harry!" Neville interrupted, repeating, looking upset. Hermione had to wonder at what the story was behind this, Neville had never struck her as being particular close to Harry - not even when he was in the same house.
Snape paused. Hermione could hear the breath he drew inwards. The next words were not directed at Neville deducting points as Hermione expected. They were cool, though slightly puzzled. "Where indeed is Mr Potter." He leaned down closer, peering over Hermione's shoulder.
"I don't know. He just vanished." Hermione spoke in a strangled sounding voice. This was far to strange for her to take in. She never was good at dealing with pressure. "He was there and then he wasn't."
A lengthy pause from the man with the... it really did feel like a claw, with how tensed Hermione was. As well as wrong. The Snape she knew DID NOT put his hands on people's shoulders. people.
"Did you follow the instructions precisely." He was being far too calm. It was far too disturbing.
Tittering had begun in the background. As Hermione responded, "Yes of course." And proceeded to recite the instructions.
"That is quite enough" Professor Snape interrupted, as she had moved word perfect into the second line. He, Severus Snape, proceeded to silence the rest of the room with a glare. At least some things were still the same.
Neville was looking underneath the tables in the forlorn hope that Harry might appear.
"I assume the pool of potion and glass that Neville has narrowly avoided stepping on, is the remains of the potion Potter drank." Hermione could see the overly large hooked nose through the corner of her vision.
Hermione nodded, catching a sob in her throat.
"You are all dismissed, those who have taken the potion, will need to write down the dreams as part of a report for tomorrow, everyone else will be assessed another time. I will need to speak with Dumbledor" the professor stated slowly and in a cool manner. Hermione picked her bag up... and followed the others out. Neville was the last one out, desperately looking around.
Just before he and Hermione, the last two to leave the room, had quite made it out... Professor Snape added on, "5 points from Gryffindor for interrupting a professor."
Now that was the Professor Snape she knew. She wondered why he was different in this world... If he had behaved as such in her own, Harry and Ron would not of been so antagonistic. She was grateful Ron hadn't been in potions class. At least that fact was the same in both worlds - Ron like the Neville she had known, had quit at the first opportunity had quit. He was quite grateful for the chance to get away from that "greasy, slime ball, git", despite all of Hermione's prodding and suggestions and reminders of how important potions were.
Still she had always thought him more likely to have done potions then Neville.
Your not the person I know
Hermione plodded slowly. She was sure Professor Snape would call her up later on, to find out more details. But what should she say... 'I'm sorry, but I'm from another world where Harry was a griffindor I have no idea where your Harry went or where your Hermione went, or even why I am here...' For some reason it did not seem that would go down well.
Neville had overtaken her, he was three or four steps ahead of her on the way up to the Griffindor tower. The idea of Neville overtaking anyone in her world was laughable. She could see Neville in Hufflepuff - never Harry. It was cruel to say so, but then Griffindor had always taken her imagination from the first lines she had read - it was a dramatic and bold house. Neville did deserve to be in Griffindor - but she could understand if he was not.
Why would the difference of Harry in Hufflepuff have such an extreme - as far as she Hermione was concerned - difference in professors Snape's and Neville's personalities. Perhaps it was to do with the issues of why Harry was sorted in such a house... But it did not make much sense. What could put Harry - the bravest person she knew - into a wishy washy house like Hufflepuff. How could Harry the bravest person she knew - be reduced to eeping.
Neville just ahead had turned around, he smiled at Hermoine in an entirely creepy manner. She shrunk back and stepped back...
Onto the trick-step she had automatically stepped over a moment before - it was automatic to step over that step - Hermione like most Gryffindors did not even consciously think about it anymore - which is why she had so easily been tricked by... This ... Neville.
As she fell backwards Neville dashed forward muttering something she couldn't hear as he pressed against the wall, her mind whirled, questions she had no answers for, circling, how could Neville exploit this system, why didn't she know about this passage way, why was he doing this, what had she done wrong?
Neville tugged the falling Hermione who now had her leg lodged in the stairs, into the passage way, as the doorway closed.
"Lumos" The only light in the dark stone corridor beamed across to the now very scared Hermione.
"Your not the Hermione I know." Were Neville's simple words.
"And your not the Neville I know." Hermione blurted out. She wasn't very good at keeping knowledge to herself.
Authors Notes: Erm. If anyone wants an update to this story and only this story... Since, I can sort of understand if you don't want to be updated with Inuyasha stories or vice-versa. I'm more than happy to email you when I update ; Just leave a note in your review. o.o;
Apologies for bad spelling at times, I'm not working on my own computer with personalized spell checking system. Wordpad is however a very nice program...
Authors Response:
Yulara: Woooooo... I'm awed that you read my story. O.o; I love your Something Special story.
Callion: I'll try to write more quickly, but its sometimes hard getting what's in my head to... Keyboard. o.O; I'm not so sure this story will end up being all that original, though I've never read anything like what I'm planning.