Chapter 12: The Key
"Now, remember, you will actually be there. You can act, and react. You can harm, and be harmed." Dumbledore was treating Severus like a child, and he'd had enough.
"Yes, Albus, I think we understood that." Snape snatched the Key from the Headmaster and walked to the nearest door. "Where will it take us?"
"This of a door," was all Sybil replied. And so he thought of the first door he could, the nursery and Alabaster, and holding her hand, he and Hermione were off.
As he opened the door to the nursery nothing seemed different. There were still two cribs, although different in color once again. But soon he noted Hermione pulling him to another room.
"What are you doing? Where are we going?" She put a finger to her lips and then pointed. The next door was Hansel's. And the next after that was Harry's. Then Samantha. And two more new names.
He did the math in his head. "Seven?" He asked aloud. Hermione nodded, tears in her eyes. "We need to find a paper." Just then Hansel came along, happy and bouncy with the Daily prophet in his hand.
"Here you are father, just got owled in." He was perhaps 12, just old enough to have started Hogwarts, must have been summer. He lacked the look of someone with a horrible past or memory. He looked like a happy child.
"Are you alright father?"
Snape held back a threatening tear. This was the best future by far. And this… his son… he was obviously intelligent and happy. And he, Snape, wasn't drinking his blood, or hoping that he would grow up happy. Snape nodded, patted the boy on his head and opened the paper.
"I'll just see to the others then," Hansel called as he walked away.
Snape opened the paper and gasped. "Hermione?" She looked over his shoulder. "It's only 12 years later… only 12… lord you would have had to have Hansel when you were…" light dawned on them, the sun breaking through a window, and together they turned the key in the nearest door, Samantha's, and went back to the Tower.
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A/N
I would like to address a few things.
The first being that, yes I like writing this story. And yes I will continue to. But please don't go on about how my grammar and spelling could be better. I know they could, but that's just a level of obsession I'm just not going to go to. I have a ton of other projects outside of this. Projects that I am hoping to turn into paying works. My editing skills are reserved for them.
I, personally, expect poor grammar and spelling from fanfiction. I've read enough of if that I know how it goes. If you can't stand it, fine, I'm not making you read my story.
Plus if I obsessively edited, you wouldn't get as many updates. So what is it, better grammar and spelling OR more story progression via updates. We'll vote and then if you really would prefer the spelling to get better I'll do it. Just for you, because I respect my reader's opinions.