Chapter 5: The Eternal Folly Of Mr. Impulsive

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{"Somewhere, somehow, somebody...Must have kicked you around some...Tell me why you wanna lay there...And revel in your abandon...Honey, it don't make no difference to me, baby...Everybody's had to fight to be free...You see, you don't have to live like a refugee...(Don't have to live like a refugee)...Somewhere, somehow, somebody...Must have kicked you around some...Who knows, maybe you were kidnapped...Tied up, taken away, and held for ransom...Honey, it don't really matter to me, baby...Everybody's had to fight to be free..."}Refugee, Tom Petty & The Heart-breakers

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

It had not taken long for the members of Sidney Sinclair's so called family to let their guards down as Severus Snape deduced that neither of them had been well versed in the tactics of a Slytherin such as himself. Being left in a world without magic, he could only gather that the enchantress expected him to be out of sorts when it came to not having an understanding out the Muggle World like any typical wizard but Severus Snape knew better than anyone that she was sorely mistaken if this had been her intent. He knew just as much about being a muggle man as he had about being a wizard and of course he knew how to operate a muggle vehicle.

Hermione seemed to be more and more occupied with the holiday traditions and so forth as she and the family continued to obsess over the festivities making utter fools of themselves in the process and distracting the children.

Snape saw his chance to obtain a bit of freedom or at the very least put some distance between the nauseating scene and himself. He stumbled upon the garage at the last moment and stepped inside. It seemed a typical place aside from the car hidden by the large blue tarp that had caught his eye.

The place looked like a typical muggle vehicle storage space with numerous boxes piled high to the ceiling and marked via black writing across the cardboard finish. There was a good deal of dust and the scent of dampness due to the combination of cold and the onset of the coming snow fall.

"What a rubbish bin." remarked Snape moving about testing the lights and moving along the storage until he made his way to the blue tarp that caught his eye the moment he entered the strange room.

From his own personal experience being raised by the muggle Tobias Snape, he knew what a muscle car was and how rare it was to have one still intact that didn't cost a good deal of money to maintain. Once he pulled the tarp from the vehicle he noted the black car and smiled. It was just the sort of thing he would have chosen for himself if he had to endure the mundane means of muggle travel like so many others in this world.

The garage seemed to showcase a clash of various personalities but it was abundantly clear that Sidney Sinclair had been the owner of the vehicle he was staring at.

"So Sinclair has taste after all." muttered Snape as he moved toward the car noting the finish and pain job.

He could tell it was recently restored and with a good deal of effort only there was something not quite right about the engine.

"Shit." hissed Snape noting the repairs had not been finished before his arrival.

He was once more filled with a good deal of disappointment as he covered the car back up with the blue tarp. He had nearly given up his search of something interesting to occupy his time but found that he couldn't when he noted the second blue tarp covering what he knew all to well to be a motorcycle.

Snape set to work removing the tarp only to expose a pile of photo albums that sat on a crate beside the bike. Next to them was a bottle of what appeared to be whiskey...old and expensive whiskey with a couple swigs missing from it.

"And your boy claims you didn't drink." he said with a smirk.

Snape took a few moments to look through the photos of Sidney from his youth to his current age with various people posing along with him. It didn't shock The Potions Master in the least to see that Sidney Sinclair and himself had been incidental in appearance. It was no wonder the man's family remained clueless about their being differences between the two of them.

Form what Snape could tell, Sidney seemed to enjoy being with his family and it puzzled him as to why Lupin was acting so strange with him before injecting him with whatever had been in the syringe that ended the onset of headaches.

Hermione was indeed his wife, the wedding photos were impressive he had to admit, a modest ceremony by wizarding standards but they were all muggles here and it was easy to forget due to whom they resembled.

Sidney appeared to be madly in love with Hermione Granger, which explained their closeness to the point of her concern being overbearing. The Potions Master turned his attention to an old set of photos that show the one person he had not been expecting to see among Sidney Sinclair's memories.

The haunting emerald green eyes of Lily Evans stared up at him from the photo and he froze in a combination of terror and wonder.

"Lily." he said stunned.

"Handsome family isn't it?" asked a familiar voice that startled Snape causing him to nearly drop the photo-album.

Snape's obsidian eyes widened as he noted the appearance of the of the enchantress from the night he assisted her at the pub.

"You." he said feeling a bit of his rage return as he glared at her.

"Did you miss me darling?" she asked with something of a wicked smirk.

"Miss you?" he hissed aggressively. "You took it upon yourself to interrupt my life and dropped me here in this hell."

The enchantress smirked.

Her long hair like the mane of a lion especially in the same color scheme. She wore an rather tasteful robe of gold and lace. She held tight to a long thin dark wood wand within her dark gold fingernails.

"Why Severus...I'm beginning to think you aren't enjoying your gift." she said in a taunting tone.

"Does it look as if I am enjoying this...mediocre existence?" said Snape narrowing his eyes at her.

"You aren't enjoying being loved and admired by everyone whom considers you to be family?" asked The Enchantress.

"If I wanted to be revered I would have stayed in the wizarding world." hissed Snape. "At least then I could leave whenever I wanted."

"Who's to say that you can't?" asked The Enchantress with a smile.

"What are you talking about?" asked Snape growing suspicious of her in that very instant.

"Well...it seems you are in need of fresh air...why not go for it?" said The Enchantress.

"Why do I get the feeling that you are up to something?" he asked not able to tell for sure with his ability to read minds not effective in this strange place.

The Enchantress smirked for a moment before pointing her wand at the bike just as the keys appeared out of no where.

"What no car?" asked Snape with an arched brow.

"Does it matter?" asked The Enchantress. "You wanted a way out."

Snape looked at the keys that were now in his hand. He moved over toward the bike and put the keys in the ignition effectively starting it up. The rumble of the bike's engine had been a welcome sound to the former Potions Professor and a precursor for freedom until the door to the garage opened and a rather furious Hermione Granger-Sinclair walked in.

"SIDNEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" she asked outraged and rightly concerned.

Snape dropped the keys as he pulled them from the ignition noting all too well that the Enchantress had disappeared.

"Look I was just..." began Snape attempting to explain the situation.

"You promised me after the last accident you'd never ride that thing again." said Hermione with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I just wanted to hear the engine." said Snape in his own defense as if he needed to be defensive.

"I can't believe you." said the heartbroken younger woman as she turned and walked out of the garage.

Snape didn't know why, but he felt an impulse to chase after her, as if her unbridled sadness had meant something to him. There was no sign of the enchantress since the bike had been started and he pieced together that she had in fact set him up for this little row with the wife.