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Okay, Here's the much anticipated wedding scene! Don't kill me! I'm following the movie from memory now, so if I get off of the storyline, feel free to email me and help me out! I watched the movie three times in one night trying to memorize the more important details, but I don't know how well I succeeded! Okay...I know I didn't write out responses to all of your reviews this time. That's partly because my mom wants me to hurry off of the tower comp- where Coyote Ugly and By the Blood are saved- and back to my laptop so she doesn't have to listen to the sounds of my typing...AND it's partly because I couldn't articulate a response to the reviews. So if you want me to write out my personal response to your reviews, give me something to work off of. P

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Chapter 6

"I'm so glad you decided to come, Hermione!" Ginny gushed as she hugged her best friend after the wedding ceremony.

"It's Crystal..." Crys murmured automatically as she glanced towards her mom and her son to make sure they were both doing okay. She stiffened visibly when Severus Snape walked over.

"I'd hoped that one generation of the lot of you would be all that I would have to put up with." He smiled warmly at Ginny...an odd expression for the Potions Master.

"Not quite, Professor. Here...dance with Her-Crystal! You two make such a lovely couple and I don't have any pictures of either of you, yet!" The young bride said.

"Mrs. Zambini...you push your luck." Severus warned.

"Yes, well I married one of your favorite Slytherins so you can just shut up and oblige me." The redhead said impertinently. Crystal fought back a glare at the younger girl as she took the hand offered to her by her old professor, standing and following him to the dance floor where he wrapped his arms around her and they began to dance, avoiding each others' eyes like the plague.

"Come now, that's hardly a decent picture!" Blaise Zambini scoffed as he walked up next to his new wife and slid an arm around her waist. "At least LOOK like you're enjoying yourselves!"

Letting free her astoundingly developed vocabulary, Crystal cursed a steady stream under her breath as she slowly lifted her eyes to meet Severus'. His tortured black pools caught her gaze as they always had and she found herself unable to breathe...it was rather stuffy in her dress, all of a sudden. She could feel her breath coming shallow and fast, and she was aware, in the sheltered back part of her mind, of his arms tightening around her and her own replying in kind. A light flashed suddenly, breaking their stupor, and they hurriedly loosened their grip.

"Now THAT'S a picture." Ginny crowed. "Blaise, darling, have you seen Draco? He and Harry need to get in a picture, too..."

Crystal didn't hear the groom's reply as the happy couple drifted away from the tortured one. She looked down and probably would have remained that way through the rest of the dance had Severus not spoke. "When were you going to tell me that I had fathered a brat?" His voice was harsh and it made her jump.

"I'm sorry, Severus..."

"It's Professor Snape to you, MISS Granger."

"But you did tell me in no uncertain terms that you did not want a child...and when I got pregnant and Draco turned me out...I just...I had to get away...I couldn't stay here." She continued as if he hadn't spoken. "Nobody wanted my child...and I couldn't give him up. So I left."

"Your logic is, as always, illogical, MISS Granger."

"Will you cut that OUT? I've already apologized, I don't know what else you'd like me to do! Honestly! You're just jealous because I've been bardancing for a while now and OTHER men got to look while you couldn't! AND ANOTHER THING! MY NAME IS CRYSTAL ROGERS! HERMIONE GRANGER IS GONE!"

"Well that's a relief!" Severus sneered. "At least I know the woman I fell in love with still has her principles! And OH HO! THE INFAMOUS KNOW-IT-ALL IS WRONG! I was NOT jealous! Actually! For the first time since I met you, Crystal, I was ASHAMED of you! I was ashamed to KNOW you!" He yanked out of her embrace from where they'd been arguing, standing stock still in the middle of the dance floor, and walked out in a billow of dark blue robes. Crystal stood there silently, feeling the eyes of the entire reception on her. Spine straight and stiff, she walked straight to her mother and Cody, who had been watching the scene in anguish...Cody because his mommy was being yelled at and Annelise because she had an idea of the devastation Severus' words had caused. The three of them were met at the door by Ginny and Blaise.

"Hermione...he didn't mean it...I know he didn't mean it..." Ginny's eyes were filled with tears for her friend.

"You know Severus...he's always overreacting..." Her husband added.

Crystal's own eyes were filling slowly with tears as she looked at the two of them and kissed their cheeks automatically. "Crystal...it's Crystal now..." She whispered as they solemnly shook Cody's tiny hands. And then the three of them were gone.

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Crystal was packing the last of her clothes back into her suitcase for the trip back to New York when an owl fluttered in the window of her old flat. She frowned and took the roll of parchment from it, reading it over. Annelise watched her daughter become increasingly upset before Crystal threw down the letter and ran out, pausing only to grab her wand so that she could apparate.

Annelise picked up the piece of parchment slowly and read it:

My dear Miss Rogers,

I know that your relationship with one Severus Snape is rather rocky at the moment...but the poor fellow has injested a potion of a rather inexperienced First Year's making. Unfortunately, the Professor is in what muggles call a coma and cannot wake up. As England's most esteemed Potion Master is currently indisposed... Here, Annelise snorted at the Headmaster's rather poor attempt to make light of the situation. ...we, that is, Professor Minerva McGonagall and I, feel that the next best thing would be to contact the only person ever to best Master Snape's grades in Potion NEWTS. Unfortunately, Miss Rogers, that was Hermione Crystal Rogers-Granger. AKA you. Again, Annelise snorted. Like Crys wouldn't know who she was. As you have also had the formal training necessary to be a Potion's Mistress, the call's urgency has doubled. Please come to St Mungo's Accidental Poisoning Wing immediately so that an antidote may be found and you are free to return to your home in the States.

Urgently yours,

Albus Dumbledore

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Crystal walked...well, ran may be the better termage...down the halls of St. Mungo's until she spotted her old Professors. Slowing to a brisk, no-nonsense stride, she walked up to them. "Hello, Professors."

"Miss Granger?" Minerva McGonagall stuttered.

"It's Rogers now, Professor." Crys said, softly.

"Perhaps it is best if you went by Hermione while in the presence of our dear Potion's Master?" Albus suggested. Hermione smiled mirthlessly before walking into the room beyond and towards the only occupied bed within.

"What was the botched potion that was injested?" She asked, her voice firm and professional.

"A simple truth serum...one that you yourself made correctly during your second class."

"Oh dear...he added wormwood instead of worm oil, didn't he?" Hermione shook her head. "Fool boy."

"Girl, Miss Granger." Minerva corrected. "A muggle-born whom he patronized and sneered at so greatly that she made a beginner's mistake when she obviously knew the textbook backwards and forwards."

"I assume she reminded him far too much of you." Albus added.

Hermione stiffened her spine, grabbed a piece of parchment, and began to write. When she was finished, she shoved the parchment into a medi-wizard's hand. "Give him one dose of that as soon as it's finished and one when he wakes. Bottle the rest and send it to Hogwarts with him. It cures most poisons, but it's an old recipe. Most witches and wizards use newer ones...the textbooks have discontinued printing it."

"Where did you learn it, Miss Granger?" Minerva asked.

Hermione smiled coldly. "From England's Most Esteemed Potion's Master." She said, curtly. "I will stay in town for exactly one week more, Albus." She changed the subject abruptly. "It will take at least that long for Professor Snape to get back on his feet. You will, of course, send me his teaching schedule immediately that I might prepare for the classes that I will be teaching in that week?"

Albus stammered what he hoped was a suitable reply to the woman's back as she walked out of the room with a stride that would make Severus quite proud. He looked at Minerva, who looked highly chagrined. Regaining his composure, Albus cleared his throat. "Carry on..." he directed the Mediwizard holding the recipe before turning to Minerva. "It seems..." He said. "That we shall have the pleasure of Miss Granger's return to Hogwarts...at least for a short time."