Chapter 2: The Life And Times Of Mr. Sinclair

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Confused and enraged at the strange woman's meddling in his personal life, Snape continued to actively seek the pub despite the cold air and his lack of direction. Nothing looked familiar as he shoved his freezing hands into his pockets and moved through the streets lost in his own thoughts. He had not known why this was happening to him but the lack of any sense of direction only seemed to make whatever this was that much more unbearable. His wondering had continued well into the night before he was spotted by a man driving a gray mini van of all things. He hopped out of the van and rushed over toward him with a look of worry filed across his young face.

"Sid!" he said getting Snape's attention.

The man looked like a younger version of the wizard Lucius Malfoy, but his hair was short and black in color. His eyes had still been gray and rather smokey looking as he neared the utterly confused wizard.

"Sid, it's me Lucius." said the strange looking man with a smile. "I've been looking all over for you big brother...Hermione's gone out of her mind with grief and the kids miss you."

"I...I can't seem to recall why all of this is happening." he said honestly.

"It'll be alright." said Lucius in a tone filled with understanding. "Let's get you warmed up and home to your family."

"I-I don't..." began Snape before noting the concern behind this strange version of Lucius Malfoy's eyes. "How are Narcissa and Draco?"

"They are doing quite well as self important as always to be truthful." replied Lucius turning back into his naturally pleasant self. "You gave them a bit of a scare taking off like you did...especially Harry...that boy's already lost his mother he'd never be able to forgive himself if something happened to you."

"Why does he care?" muttered Snape looking out the window of the muggle mini van as they made their way down the darkened streets.

"Tell me you're joking...or at least paying the kid back for being such a git to you when his mother passed." said Lucius. "Look I know the loss of Lily was sudden for the two of you, but I thought you and Harry buried the hatchet long ago when you found out he was your son."

Snape's eyes widened for a moment.

"Harry Potter is my son?" he said looking out the window.

"You must have hit your head harder than we thought yesterday." said Lucius. "Hermione worried over you all night believing you had some kind of a concussion."

"Concussion?" asked Snape confused.

"You were the one that insisted on hanging the Christmas lights this year despite the early snow." continued Lucius as he continued to drive them back to the home he shared with Hermione.

"I suppose that's what it is then." replied Snape wondering how to react with such a strange excuse for his lack of knowledge in this strange world.

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The Sinclair Residence, Unknown Location, Unknown World...

Snape had not been out of the car more than several seconds before Hermione raced over toward him throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him close to her. She seemed to be hysterical given his full day absence and tears streamed down her cheeks. Lucius smiled playing the hero of the hour as he headed inside the house.

"For goodness sake Sidney Sinclair, don't you ever frighten me like that again." she said holding him tightly. "I should have called for the doctor sooner, but when you climbed into the shower I just assumed you were fine...I'm so sorry...I should have been more vigilant."

Snape felt terrible for causing her so much grief, he had not known anyone that actually cared for his welfare as much as she had in that very moment.

"I...I apologize for causing you to worry." he said attempting to sound sincere despite his annoyance with his current situation.

"Come inside." she said pulling away from him and leading him into her home by the hand. "Let's get you warm."

Snape followed her amid a great number of concerned eyes that seemed to follow him as he moved. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he noted the familiar blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore as he approached him.

"Sidney!" he said apparently pleased to see him. "Are you alright my boy?"

The former Potions Professor had been positively terrified as his long dead employer pulled him into a father-like embrace.

"Albus let the boy breathe can't you see that he's turning colors." said the voice of Minerva McGongall as she too stepped into view.

"I..." began Snape not at all knowing the words for such an occasion.

The last he saw of this woman he found himself staring down the business end of her wand.

"Are you alright dear?" asked Minerva in a mother-like tone as she appeared to dust off his sweat shirt. "You look a fright...let's get you warm by the fire."

"He's alright, Mother." said Lucius with a smile filed across his ruggedly handsome face. "What say you and the old man lay off for a while and let him adjust...he's had a concussion after all."

Minerva sighed before agreeing as Snape was once more taken by the hand and pulled into the sitting room.

"Daddy!" said the same little girl as before.

Snape barely had time to gather his senses before she leapt into the air and he caught her on instinct.

"Thanks for catching me Daddy." she said with a smile as sweet as her mother's.

"You're welcome." he said not sure how to address the lively seven year old.

"Glad you're back Dad." said the boy with the unruly hair from before.

"Yeah Dad where'd you go?" asked the boy whom had looked so much like a younger version of himself.

"Silas, Sidney Jr., and Eileen don't either of you start bothering your father." said Hermione making her way over toward him.

She took him by the hand and lead him up the stairs and back to the familiar sight of their bedroom.

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The Bedroom, The Sinclair Residence, Unknown Location, Unknown World...

Still feeling the effects of being out in the cold, Severus Snape followed his apparently young wife as she lead him into their shared bedroom and closed the door behind her. He watched her lock it at first mentally questioning the need before recalling this strange world's lack of magic. She made her way over toward him and

"Let's get you out of those wet clothes." she said, her voice heavy with concern.

"You don't have to..." began Snape before he felt her warm body press against his own.

"Let me help you Sidney." said Hermione meaningfully.

With a sigh he allowed her to unzip his sweat shirt and he raised his arms as she lifted off the soaked t-shirt. She pulled down the sweatpants and moved over toward the bathroom taking out a towel and drying his snow blasted flesh and pulled a fresh pair of pajama pants from the drawer on the bottom near the right side of the wall as well as a new gray t-shirt and a fresh pair of socks.

Snape had quietly wished he could have spelled on the new attire as it seemed Hermione had insisted upon dressing him herself. He had a bit of admiration for the woman whom had sprung from the girl he once knew since she had been twelve years of age. Her love for whomever the poor sap was who's life he had taken was more than adequate, but he did not reciprocate the affection or rather could not given that he had not been her true husband.

Once he had been fully dressed, Hermione continued to watch over him as he pulled back the covers of the bed and climbed inside. He had been a good deal more exhausted than he let on given the various shocking revelations behind this strange world. He had every confidence that this strange nightmare would be over once he had gone to sleep and awoken anew. It had been clever in his thinking to assess that his drinking would have worn off and he'd be back to the same unmarried magically inclined waste of existence he had always been.

He didn't hear Hermione's sweet words as he drifted off into a deep sleep content to be relieved of his lingering pounding headache. She had been merely noise in the background as he began to snore seeking comfort within the confines of the soft warm sheets that wrapped around him.