HP: Hermione's Sons challange
for those who are both fans of dm/hg and ss/hg.

Hermione's two sons come to the past to alter fate at the possible cost to their existence.
-one fathered by Draco Malfoy the other by Severus Snape.
-neither father is dead (nor is hg for that matter) at the birth of the other's son and must have lived long enough for the sons to have memories of them. (not dead before say 12 years of age)
-figure a way for to have had both children without any large animosities between the parties
- no force or unwanted couplings (ie no rape, imperious, polyjuice, strange laws.)
-sons grow up together and are very close
-neither is in gryffindor and one should be a hufflepuff.
- they are 1.7-4.0 yrs apart.
- when they enter the past the eldest is no older than 23 and the youngest is no younger than 15.
- i rather would like them to come into the past preferably when the trio is still in school therefore you have the awkwardness of student/teacher and gryffindor/slytherin and all parents are thus in the vicinity of each other though the story could progress into the time when they have graduated.
-- thus it would be interesting to see the boys observing their parents in the school situation when obviously neither's parents have a relationship forming.
- if they inform someone of their true nature it can not be dumbledore. the only possibilities are remus, arthur, one of the elder weasley sons, or lucius. (if you think you have someone that isnt listed that you think might be acceptable ask. for example i might give you nott with good reason but never tonks or mcgonagall.)
-otherwise id like to see Draco be the first of the parents to find out. thus you have his disbelief of becoming involved with hg but even more so that she had a son also with snape in such a close age range.

mainly the story would be told through the eyes of the sons. you'd have flashbacks and reverences referring to how they grew up, how the two brothers came to be, and what has occurred for them to alter the past and their possible existence. you would have their observances of their parents and friends and how in turn they treat those around them.
i guess it would be likely that there would always be this sadness and knowing surrounding them.
good luck.-

Hermione's Sons

Hogswarts at night was never quiet.

Not that the Argus Filch didn't try to keep it relatively silent, but with ghosts wailing around the echoing corridors, complaining about the lack of lighting and students wandering around, grappling each others into little dark corners in turn complaining about too much lighting, it was bound to get a bit nosy.

And don't even mention the teachers, it was as if they wanted to make his job harder.

The amount of times, he'd seen Snape shouting at other teachers for no apparent reason, his face going crimson as blood flushed his translucent checks. And he couldn't count all those times he'd heard Mrs Norris scream as Dumbledore accidentally stood on her. Maybe because he couldn't count past 20, or because Dumbledore was full-filling every students' fantasy of kicking that skinny little beast. Every single student.

But these little bangs and screams weren't enough to make him shy away from his duties. He'd dealt with this sort of thing for years, so mumbling and cursing he hobbled down the corridors, ready to tackle anything.

Anything but that.

The sound that pierced through the velvet darkness of the night, ripping it violently to scream, it seemed to Filch, like a banshee, the noise doubling and echoing, to become a wave of sound that swept him right off his feet.

"What the bloody hell is that" he wheezed staring up at the vivid outline of wind that bolted and twinned past him carrying paper and pens galore, the noise soon followed the wind and the agonising screeches subsides till there was just a low hiss that sent shivers up his grouchy old back.

Half crawling half slithering, he scurried round the corner gripping the wall with greasy fingers, he peered into the darkness. Yes he was ready, ready for almost everything.

"What do you think your doing!"

"Me? You promised you'd take me with you"

"Well guess bleedin' what! I lied"

Yes, everything. Everything but this.

Two tall thin shadows were standing whispering in hot little voices to one another, their faces dimly illuminated by the massive spiral of blue and red lights that was twisting like water, suspended behind them. Suddenly it groaned and snapped and a spider web of power sent both of them and Filch to the floor before it disappeared leaving pages of 'Hogwarts: a history' floating down to the frosty ground.

"Great, just frigging great!"

"Hmm. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were being sarcastic"

There was a muffled thump that sounded suspiciously like that one someone being knocked around the head, by a very angry troll….or older brother.

"Knock it off, I might get Brain damage"

Another thump sounded.

"Hey! Brain damage! Didn't you hear"

"Oh I heard you." snarled the second voice "but you don't have any brain to damage. And hitting you is so much fun"

"Just wait till I tell mum about this" grumbled the slightly smaller figure, watching the other stride off.

"Coming or are you going to stand around like an idiot, Blake"

"Why me?" sighed Blake, throwing his hands in the air in dissatisfaction. Snapping at each other the brothers grew small in the distance and shadows of Hogwarts, leaving Argus Filch still curled up on the floor, his eyes popping open and tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

Yes he was ready for everything.

Everything but that.

Draco Malfoy was having a bad day.

He cradled his throbbing hand gingerly, staring at the slytherin common room, with seething silver eyes. Orbs of burning mercury that stared out from the shadows, yes, he was having a very bad day.

Breakfast hadn't even been served yet and, all the pale sixteen year old wanted to do was curl up and die. Or maybe just sleep, in truth Draco really didn't want to die, he just wanted to get as far away from Hogwarts and Potty Potter as humanly or maybe physically possibly. He didn't care really.

"Malfoy" Crabbe's slurred words was enough to send the boy bashing his head against the cold wall he was leaning against. But he resisted the urge to crack open his skull, he didn't want to get his hair messed up. Why couldn't the floor just swallow him whole, or maybe swallow Crabbe and leave Draco to sulk…skulk in the darkness of the room.

"Err, Draco"

Sighing he resigned himself to his fate and stepped casually out the shadows, sending the great mass of fat, blubber and water that was Crabbe jumping into the air.

"Breakfast is ready" he said stupidly, his droning voice sending vibrations through the floor. Oaf.

Memo to self, must find smarter friends. Draco thought following the much, much, much larger boy out the common room.

Or he tried to. Something small and angry launched itself at the pale sixteen years old, sending him crashing to the floor. Draco felt his head crack sharply and painfully against the cold flags of stone. Jesus, you would have thought they would have installed central heating by now. Grunting in pain, he looked into strangely familiar pale eyes, before the world went black.

"and that's for leaving mum!"

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