"Time Travel, Secret Pasts, and Unexpected Love"

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Co-authored by barqhorse and EnsignAbby

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A/N: This is my first HP fic, so please be patient if the characterizing is off at first. This was written in response to a challenge from EnsignAbby, my BFF, saying that an all-inclusive fic could not be done. So here it goes.

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EnsignAbby's Comment: I proofed and added my own detail to this story, so if you see some sentences that don't seem to fit with the rest of the writing style...uh, that'd be me...

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Chapter 1: Recognition and Denial

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Silence fell swiftly as the heavy door to the dungeon classroom closed with a soft thud. Black robes swirled dramatically in the wake of Professor Severus Snape. Turning to face the class of pathetically ignorant first years, he plastered his permanent scowl on his face. As he quickly surveyed the students, his dark eyes fell on a girl sitting in the front row. About to dismiss her, he did the tiniest of double takes. The girl seemed very familiar. The sun caught in her bushy brown hair, revealing copper highlights. The chocolate brown eyes seem to glow with the anticipation of learning something new. He had seen hair similar to that and that exact same look twelve years before. With a mental shake of his head, he cleared his mind. It can't be her he, reminded himself. But she looks just like her. If I didn't know any better, they could be twins or at least related. No. It's not her or her daughter. She died. She is not coming back. This girl is eleven and a student. Your student. Now, stop musing and get back to work. With this final thought, he dismissed the first year form his mind and started another year teaching the dunderheads about the fine art that is potions.

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Eleven-year-old Hermione Granger stopped her ongoing recital of her knowledge of potions as she heard the door close. She watched as the man who was to be her professor swept by in a swirl of black robes. She notices that his gaze almost seemed to linger on her longer than the others, but as he turned away she dismissed it. I'm just imagining it, she thought. Why would he focus on me, of all people? Just ignore it. Thinking this she returned to avidly listening to her professor talk of bewitching the mind and ensnaring the senses.

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**3rd year**

"He's doing it again," Ron muttered under his breath to the girl sitting next to him. Both Harry and Hermione looked surreptitiously at Professor Snape. He was indeed staring absentmindedly at their table, more pointedly at her. They had noticed on several occasions that their professor had a tendency to stare at Harry and, strangely enough, Hermione. They had each made their guesses as to the reason, and so far Ron's theory that he was waiting for the first opportunity to yell at them for messing up seemed to be the most likely.

"There is nothing we can do about it, unless you want to ask him why," she replied. "I think you should be focusing on your Forgetfulness Potion and adding the proper ingredients," she said hastily, observing that Snape seemed to notice their scrutiny. Furtively, they returned to adding the proper amount of salamander blood and unicorn horn. I wonder why he keeps looking at me, she thought. I can understand Harry, but why me? Maybe I should ask him.

Snape had indeed noticed their little conversation and the not quite covert, inquiring looks they sent his way. Unwillingly, his mind kept drifting to thoughts of her. He had avoided thinking of her for many years, until this girl had come to Hogwarts, entered his potions class, and jolted his memory. How could he forget the pain of loosing her when the physical replica of her was in his class every damn week? Despite how his logical mind denied the mere possibility of it being her, his heart kept arguing that it was. He also had to admit that the similarities did not stop at physical appearance. They were equally intelligent and had the same thirst for knowledge. They were even both Gryffindors. It is just so confusing. I feel like I'm having major déja vu every single damn class, he thought darkly, raking his long, pale fingers through his shoulder length raven's wing hair. Turning away from these troubling thoughts, he called for them to turn in their samples and dismissed the class. As he watched them bring their flasks to his desk, the object of his attention approached. She seemed to hesitate as she placed her flask on his desk, and when she lingered near the desk, instead of running of as soon as possible like so many of her peers, it perplexed him. "Did you need something Miss Granger?" he sneered.

She hesitated for a second before saying in a timid voice, "I was just wondering, sir, why you keep sta...er...I mean looking at me during class. Am I doing something wrong?" A suddenly shocked look came over the faces of those close enough to hear her, including Potter an Weasley. They looked at her as if she had gone completely insane.

Feeling violated at the fact that she would dare question his behavior in the presence of so many students, he glowered at her, and using his cruelest voice reserved for the stupidest Gryffindors, He said, "What makes you think I would be looking at you? If I was, it was only to make sure you were not helping Mr. Longbottom cheat after I specifically told you not to. Only a Gryffindor would have the ego to assume they are worth attention. Maybe a detention will help to deflate that ego and teach you to keep your mind on your own work." Hermione gasped out loud at this. She could hear Ron muttering something behind her and the rustle of Harry's robes as he tried to restrain his fiery-haired friend. The Slytherins were sniggering to themselves, and Harry seemed about to make a comment, but Hermione turned around and silently pleaded with him to not do anything rash. He shut his mouth, anger flushing his face red. Snape quickly intercepted any protests. "Report to my office at seven o'clock on Friday night. If you are late, it will be a weeks worth of detention instead. Is that clear?"

Hermione turned back to face him. "Yes, professor," she replied resignedly. She gathered her belongings and retreated out of the hated dungeon as quickly as possible, her friends in tow. Before the two had a chance to say anything about what had just happened, she turned to them saying, "Come on. We're going to be late to Lupin's class. We're supposed to start on hinkypunks today." Without waiting for a reply, she ran in the direction the DADA classroom on the third floor, a confused Harry and Ron trailing behind.

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End chapter 1: Pleeeeeeeaaaaaasssseeeeee review. I need feedback if I am to improve and continue. Special thanks to EnsignAbby for all her help.