Chapter Three: The Story Begins

"Lemon drops," Harry gasped, as both he and Hermione stopped in their mad dash not to be seen but still get to the head master's office.

Harry looked expectantly at the stone gargoyle, waiting. It didn't move.

Not that Harry was surprised. Every time he thought he had thought he had known the password, it was always different. He tried again.

"Sugar quills."

Nothing.

"Fizzing Whizbys."

Not a thing.

"Uh, Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans."

The gargoyle leapt to life and jumped aside.

"That's weird."

"Good job, Harry," Hermione whispered, eyes glancing down the corridor. "Now, please, move."

They raced up the stairs, hearts pounding and eyes watering with the effort of breathing and still running. They finally reached the door with the griffin knocker, and paused to catch their breaths.

Harry lifted his had to knock, but just as he was about to, the door was wrenched open from the inside. Harry was taken aback to see a seventeen year old Severous Snape standing there, oily black hair falling into his eyes. Eyes that latched onto Harry and grew wider.

"So…" he said, voice low in the tone Harry would, later on in life, come to fear. "So, you came to fess up, did you Potter? Came to tell the headmaster what you did to me?!?"

His voice started low and was almost screaming by the time he finished his sentence.

Harry stepped back, nearly colliding with Hermione as he did so. What had he done to Snape?

Dumbledore then chose to make an appearance in the door way. His twinkling eyes glanced over Harry and Hermione for a moment before he stood back and motioned them into his office.

It was then, and only then, that Harry saw what was wrong with Snape.

A long, bushy black tail was sticking out of the seat of his pants. Along with a collar that seemed to have glued itself to his neck that read-in bright pink and glittery letters-'Malfoy's Bitch'. Harry's jaw hit the ground as Hermione giggled uncontrollably behind him.

"Severous," Dumbledore said quietly. "Why don't you wait outside while I chat with these two," he motioned towards Harry and Hermione. "Then we can come up with a suitable punishment for Mr. Potter."

Snape smirked at Harry, who's jaw was still making a rather extended trip to the rug. Hermione was trying her best to block the flow of giggles.

Snape stalked out if the small office, muttering something that no one could hear. The door swung shut behind him, and Harry turned to address Dumbledore.

"Sir, I'm not-" he began, but was cut off by a wave of Professor Dumbledore's hand.

"I, know, Harry," he said.

Hermione's eyes grew wide, and he jaw dropped.

"How can you know, sir?" she asked in a hushed whisper, as if a loud voice would cause Dumbledore to come to his senses.

"I know, Ms. Granger," Dumbledore said, eyes darting between Harry and Hermione. "Because you are not the first to travel back in time…and ending up getting stuck."


A/N: What do you all think so far? Should I include somethiing about Dumbledore and Grindelwauld? Shoud Snape's collar be perminate? I need some hel, and I appreciate your opinions.