A/N: Here's the next part folks! Arent you proud of me! Yes, I know you
are! Anyway, read and enjoy!!!! Oh, and once again, this is based off
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Corvus' Cry: Chapter two
"Ouch! Get off!!!"
Severus Snape had been on his way to his class, when suddenly, he had heard a loud squenching noise, and there you have it, a person appeared on top of him. He had been thrown to the ground, his books and papers scattered everywhere.
"Where the bloody hell did you come from!"
Hermione looked up, startled and confused. Wasn't she just falling into a cauldron?
"W-w-what? Who are you? Where am I---" Hermione cut off, looking at him curiously. "Profesor? You look different for some reason..."
"Profesor? What are you talking about?" He shook his head, pushing her off him and standing up, brushing the wrinkles out of his robes.
"I--wait....aren't you....?"
"My name is Severus...And to answer your earlier question, your at Hogwarts. Not like you could be anywhere else. Your wearing the robes aren't you?"
Hermione's eyes widened as she took in her situation. None of this was right! Snape wasn't a sixth year! He was her teacher! Her potions teacher! And he wasn't that young and that sexy and that--- whoa! Hermione stopped herself there, not liking where her mind was taking her. Severus Snape, hot? Maybe when hell freezed over. But, looking up at him, she couldn't help thinking that maybe it had. He was skinny, and remarkably tall, which was especially noticable from her spot on the floor, and his nose wasn't half as big, and his usually greasy hair was soft and little bits of it fell in tendrils down his face... She shook her head, willing her thoughts away. How could she even be thinking that? Her throat dry, she opened her mouth, then closed it, resembling a gaping fish. Seeing how he was staring at her oddly, she cleared her throat, opening her mouth again.
"W-what year is it?"
The odd look Snape had been giving her stayed marked on his features as he answered her, leaning down to start picking up his things.
"October of 1979."
Hermione fainted. Seeing as she was already on the ground, she suffered no danger of hurting herself in the fall, but there was still a small clunk as her head hit the floor. Snape went over to her, nudging her with his foot.
"Hey....you ok?"
He found how stupid this question was when he noticed that she was unconcious, and sighing, he finished picking up his things and, after putting his bag over his shoulder, he gently picked her up and made his way to the hospital wing.
Hermione groaned as she stirred, waking up slowly. She put her arm over her eyes, blocking the light from getting to them, the brightness nearly blinding her.
"Where am I?" She moaned out, her voice soft and tired sounding.
"I thought we went through this already." Snape answered, he had been sitting next to her bed, a book open on his lap. He was just going to dump her at the Hospital Wing and leave, but he felt slightly responsible for what had happened, though why he didn't know. It wasnt like he knocked her out or anything.
Hermione shot up, looking at Snape as if to see if he was really there.
"NO!! I thought it was just a dream! I thought it was just a bad dream!"
Snape looked at her, raising a thin eyebrow. "Are you loose in the head?" He watched her as she shut her eyes tightly, and then as she made a move, he guessed to get up, got tangled in the sheets and fell onto the floor with a thump. Snape just went back to reading his book after that, completely ignoring her prescence. He looked up briefly as Madam Pomfrey came bustleling into the room, walking over to Hermione. She gently, yet firmly, placed her back onto the bed.
"M-Madame Pomfrey!?!?!"
"Yes, dear. That's me. Now, just lie down, I don't want you fainting again."
Hermione groaned, laying down as she instructed. "Is it 2000 yet?" She asked, her eyes closed.
"It will be in 21 years. Now, tell me, is there something wrong? Or did you just faint from shock?"
Hermione bolted upright, throwing the covers off her. "I need to see the headmaster!"
"Now dear, " Pomfrey began.
"Please!!"
Madame Pomfrey sighed. "Well, it doesn't look like your going to stay here no matter what I tell you. Severus, would you take her to Dumbledore?"
Hermione gasped.
"Dumbledore is still Headmaster in this time! Of course! Oh, Thank you Merlin!"
Snape sent another odd glance at her, then closed his book and tucked it into his bag. "Follow me, then." He stood up, walking out of the door. Hermione, pouting and glaring at his back, followed. They walked in silence through the long, winding corridors, and had to back track once or twice because the stairs had moved on them, but they eventually got to Dumbledore's office, the large stone gargoyales standing there like vigilant watchdogs.
"Chocolate Jellyfish." Snape said to the gargoyales, and stepped forward as they leaped out of the way, the wall dissapearing to reveal long, winding steps.
"Chocolate Jellyfish?"
"Yes....He's...unique in that way."
Hermione didn't say anything after that, going in front of him and onto the staircase. She started to walk up them, then noticed that she was acsending the stairs alone. She sent a curious glance behind her at Snape, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs.
"I'll stay here untill you get out."
She nodded and continued on her way, pushing the large, wooden doors open. She saw Dumbledore sitting there, his gnarled hands folded on top of a small stack of papers. His white beard was only to the bottom of his neck, and his hair was just barely past his shoulders. He looked much younger, his face more suiting to the ageless, twinkling blue eyes.
"Ah. Ms Granger. Welcome to the year 1979."
A/N: There it is folks! So how's it so far? REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! I luvers you all! peace! Bakaneko
Corvus' Cry: Chapter two
"Ouch! Get off!!!"
Severus Snape had been on his way to his class, when suddenly, he had heard a loud squenching noise, and there you have it, a person appeared on top of him. He had been thrown to the ground, his books and papers scattered everywhere.
"Where the bloody hell did you come from!"
Hermione looked up, startled and confused. Wasn't she just falling into a cauldron?
"W-w-what? Who are you? Where am I---" Hermione cut off, looking at him curiously. "Profesor? You look different for some reason..."
"Profesor? What are you talking about?" He shook his head, pushing her off him and standing up, brushing the wrinkles out of his robes.
"I--wait....aren't you....?"
"My name is Severus...And to answer your earlier question, your at Hogwarts. Not like you could be anywhere else. Your wearing the robes aren't you?"
Hermione's eyes widened as she took in her situation. None of this was right! Snape wasn't a sixth year! He was her teacher! Her potions teacher! And he wasn't that young and that sexy and that--- whoa! Hermione stopped herself there, not liking where her mind was taking her. Severus Snape, hot? Maybe when hell freezed over. But, looking up at him, she couldn't help thinking that maybe it had. He was skinny, and remarkably tall, which was especially noticable from her spot on the floor, and his nose wasn't half as big, and his usually greasy hair was soft and little bits of it fell in tendrils down his face... She shook her head, willing her thoughts away. How could she even be thinking that? Her throat dry, she opened her mouth, then closed it, resembling a gaping fish. Seeing how he was staring at her oddly, she cleared her throat, opening her mouth again.
"W-what year is it?"
The odd look Snape had been giving her stayed marked on his features as he answered her, leaning down to start picking up his things.
"October of 1979."
Hermione fainted. Seeing as she was already on the ground, she suffered no danger of hurting herself in the fall, but there was still a small clunk as her head hit the floor. Snape went over to her, nudging her with his foot.
"Hey....you ok?"
He found how stupid this question was when he noticed that she was unconcious, and sighing, he finished picking up his things and, after putting his bag over his shoulder, he gently picked her up and made his way to the hospital wing.
Hermione groaned as she stirred, waking up slowly. She put her arm over her eyes, blocking the light from getting to them, the brightness nearly blinding her.
"Where am I?" She moaned out, her voice soft and tired sounding.
"I thought we went through this already." Snape answered, he had been sitting next to her bed, a book open on his lap. He was just going to dump her at the Hospital Wing and leave, but he felt slightly responsible for what had happened, though why he didn't know. It wasnt like he knocked her out or anything.
Hermione shot up, looking at Snape as if to see if he was really there.
"NO!! I thought it was just a dream! I thought it was just a bad dream!"
Snape looked at her, raising a thin eyebrow. "Are you loose in the head?" He watched her as she shut her eyes tightly, and then as she made a move, he guessed to get up, got tangled in the sheets and fell onto the floor with a thump. Snape just went back to reading his book after that, completely ignoring her prescence. He looked up briefly as Madam Pomfrey came bustleling into the room, walking over to Hermione. She gently, yet firmly, placed her back onto the bed.
"M-Madame Pomfrey!?!?!"
"Yes, dear. That's me. Now, just lie down, I don't want you fainting again."
Hermione groaned, laying down as she instructed. "Is it 2000 yet?" She asked, her eyes closed.
"It will be in 21 years. Now, tell me, is there something wrong? Or did you just faint from shock?"
Hermione bolted upright, throwing the covers off her. "I need to see the headmaster!"
"Now dear, " Pomfrey began.
"Please!!"
Madame Pomfrey sighed. "Well, it doesn't look like your going to stay here no matter what I tell you. Severus, would you take her to Dumbledore?"
Hermione gasped.
"Dumbledore is still Headmaster in this time! Of course! Oh, Thank you Merlin!"
Snape sent another odd glance at her, then closed his book and tucked it into his bag. "Follow me, then." He stood up, walking out of the door. Hermione, pouting and glaring at his back, followed. They walked in silence through the long, winding corridors, and had to back track once or twice because the stairs had moved on them, but they eventually got to Dumbledore's office, the large stone gargoyales standing there like vigilant watchdogs.
"Chocolate Jellyfish." Snape said to the gargoyales, and stepped forward as they leaped out of the way, the wall dissapearing to reveal long, winding steps.
"Chocolate Jellyfish?"
"Yes....He's...unique in that way."
Hermione didn't say anything after that, going in front of him and onto the staircase. She started to walk up them, then noticed that she was acsending the stairs alone. She sent a curious glance behind her at Snape, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs.
"I'll stay here untill you get out."
She nodded and continued on her way, pushing the large, wooden doors open. She saw Dumbledore sitting there, his gnarled hands folded on top of a small stack of papers. His white beard was only to the bottom of his neck, and his hair was just barely past his shoulders. He looked much younger, his face more suiting to the ageless, twinkling blue eyes.
"Ah. Ms Granger. Welcome to the year 1979."
A/N: There it is folks! So how's it so far? REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! I luvers you all! peace! Bakaneko