"So," Snape said, flicking his wand at the door, making it close. "You three have become so enthralled with the art of Potion Making that you simply cannot get enough of it in class? Thought you'd do a bit of it in your spare time?"
"We weren't-" Hermione started.
"Silence Ms. Granger," His eyes flickered to her hand, which was grasping the list of ingredients she had written down before. "What have you there?"
"It's nothing," she said quickly, stuffing it into her front pocket. "Just a spare bit of parchment that fell out of my bag."
Snape gave his wand another flick, and the list came flying out of Hermione's pocket, into his hand. His eyes flickered across the page.
"These are ingredients needed to make the potion that reverses the effects of a Portural Revinsive, correct."
Harry and Ron both looked at Hermione, hoping that she would have an answer to get them out of this, but she looked just as nervous as them, if not more.
"Well?" Snape said, in a voice hardly louder than a whisper.
"Yes Professor," Hermione said. "They are."
"And why would you need to concoct such a potion?"
"We heard it would be on our N.E.W.T. test," Hermione lied lamely. "We wanted to get a bit of practice on it before the exams."
"Do not lie to me!" he spit angrily. "Tell me the real reason why you are stealing ingredients for this specific potion now, or I shall make sure personally, that you three are expelled from this school!"
"You wouldn't believe us," Ron spoke up.
"Try me Weasly."
"Alright," Hermione said, Ron and Harry giving her befuddled looks. "We'll tell you. We were trying to make the potion go back in time to when V-Voldemort rose again two years ago. We were going to try and expose the imposter Moody for who he really was, so that none of this would of ever happened!"
Ron and Harry exchanged glances, both silently praying that by some wild chance, Snape would buy the story without any further questions.
"Ms. Granger, I am sure you are aware that the potion doesn't take you back in time, only returns whoever used the Portural Revinsive to their own time" he said shrewdly, Hermione avoided his eyes. "So I will ask you again. What do you need this potion for!"
Harry concentrated hard on blocking out his mind, for Snape's eyes had now shifted to him, and Harry was sure he was trying to penetrate his mind.
The thoughts of the kids came swimming to the front of his mind. James, Albus, Lily, Rose, Hugo. And then he saw the image of him and Ginny. They were leaning in, just about to kiss…. That was more than enough for Harry, and before he knew what he was doing, he whipped his wand out of his robes and bellowed, "Stupefy!"
Snape was thrown backwards, landing unconscious against a half-empty bookshelf.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped.
"He was using Legimancy on me," Harry said through his gritted teeth. "He saw the kids, though he may not now they're our kids, he might think they're some random first years or something."
"But Harry still! He's a teacher, you'll get in a lot of trouble!"
"What if we wipe his memory?" Ron asked thoughtfully.
"Wiped his memory?" Hermione repeated.
"Not all of it," he said quickly. "Just after he came in here and saw us."
"I don't know how to do that," Hermione said, sinking down into one of the overstuffed armchairs. "Ohhhh, this is all going so wrong!"
"Hang on," Harry said suddenly. "I think I've got an idea."
"What?" Hermione said desperately.
"Dobby!" Harry said loudly.
There was a loud popping noise, and Dobby appeared immediately, right next to Harry.
"Harry Potter!" he squealed excitedly. "Whatever is Harry Potter needing from Dobby?"
"We've gotten into a bit of a mess," Harry explained, pointing over at Snape. "See, he came in here and caught us doing something that we really needed to do, and well, it got bit out of hand."
"Dobby can see that sir, but what can Dobby do to help? Tell Dobby so he can do it. Dobby cannot wait to help the great Harry Potter!"
"You don't know how to modify memories, do you Dobby?" Harry asked. "We don't know how, it's really, really advanced magic, and if he wakes up and remembers what we did, well, let's just say we'll be on the train home before breakfast tomorrow."
"Dobby can do that sir!" Dobby said eagerly. "Dobby is knowing how to it!"
"Great," Harry said, relief spreading through him. "Just don't do his whole memory, just erase the last, say, ten minutes of it."
"Of course," Dobby went over to Snape, and raised his long fingers to Snape's greasy hair, and pulled from it, silvery liquid.
"Put it here," Harry said, conjuring a small vile. "Thanks a load Dobby, you've really saved our necks with this one."
Dobby bent into a low bow, "Dobby is always more than happy to help Harry Potter whenever he is needing it. But Dobby must be getting back to the kitchens now, or the other elfs will start to wonder where Dobby has gone." And with another loud pop, Dobby disappeared.
"Bloody brilliant Harry," Ron said hoarsely. "That was genius!"
"That was lucky," said Hermione. "Come on, we'd better hurry and get the ingredients before he wakes up."
Harry pocketed the vile. He'd have to rid of it later.
Soundlessly stuffing all the required ingredients in their bags, the three tiptoed out of the office, just as Snape began to stir slightly.
The bell rang, just as they reached the Great Hall, and students began pouring in for dinner.
"Did you get everything?" Ginny asked, sitting down next to Harry.
"Yes," Harry answered.
"We should be able to start making the potion tomorrow," Hermione said in a whisper. "It'll be Saturday, so we won't have to worry about classes."
"What is she staring at?" Ginny asked, looking at the end of the table.
"Who?" Ron asked, following her gaze.
"Romilda Vane, she keeps looking over here, giving me these dirty looks."
Sure enough, Romilda was whispering to a friend of hers, and seemed to be glaring at Ginny with quite some hatred.
"It's only because she likes Harry," Hermione said shrugging. "Ignore her Ginny."
"Hungry there?" Ron asked grinning, as Hermione piled about two-dozen pork chops onto her plate.
"They're not for me," she said; now adding five steaming baked potatoes. "The kids are bound to be hungry, they've been stuck up in the common room all day." She waved her wand, and a cloth appeared and began wrapping itself around the mountain of food. "We should go give it to them now, while it's empty up there."
"But I'm not done!" Ron protested, looking longingly at his half finished roast chicken.
'Ron!"
"Fine, fine I'm done," he said, slowly standing up.
So the four made their way back up to the Gryffindor common room, Ginny getting a very nasty face form Romilda as she passed.
The common room was empty, just like Hermione said it would be.
"James, shhh, somebody just came in," they heard Rose said from behind the couch.
James's head poked around from the couch. "Relax, it's just them."
"We've brought you dinner," Hermione said, pulling the package of food from her bag and handing it to the five behind the couch
"Thank god," James said. "I thought you were going to bring us breakfast too!"
"We were, but then the bell rang and we couldn't be late for class," Ginny explained.
"So you let us starve!"
"Just shut up and eat James," Albus said, biting into his second lamb chop.
Ron moved the couch out a bit so that they all could go back behind it, though it was a bit cramped.
"Did you get all the potion stuff?" Lily asked anxiously.
"Yes," Hermione and Ron answered together.
"Had a bit of trouble with Snape though," Harry said.
"What sort of trouble? You didn't mention that back down in the Great Hall," Ginny said worriedly
"Snape caught us stealing the ingredients," Harry said darkly.
"What did he do?" Ginny asked, her face contorted with shock.
"Er, he didn't really get a chance to do much," Ron said, who looked like he was struggling to keep a straight face.
"It's not funny Ron. Harry could've been thrown out of Hogwarts if Dobby hadn't showed up!"
"What happened?" Ginny said loudly as Ron opened his mouth to say something back.
"Harry ended up stunning him," Hermione said in a disapproving manner.
"Is that why he looked a little off beat at dinner?" Ginny asked, now grinning.
"I suppose so," said Harry, smiling also.
"Is this Snape's first name by any chance Severus?" Albus asked shrewdly, remembering the previous day when he heard a Snape in the room him and the others were hiding in.
"Yah," Ron said, grabbing a lamb chop from the pile. "Why? He doesn't teach in your day? Lucky, you are. He's a gigantic-"
"And was he a Slytherin?" Albus edged on, getting more and more worried that one of his namesakes wasn't as great as his father described him.
"When he was in school? Of course," said Harry. "Now he's also the Head of the house."
"But he had to have done something good," Albus said desperately.
"Not a thing," said Harry. "Why are you so upset about this?"
"Because," Albus said glumly, hanging his head. "I thought he was the bravest man you knew."
"What!" Harry exclaimed. "Who told you that?"
"You did," Albus said in a small voice. "Right before I left for Hogwarts. And, you named me after him."
"But your name's Albus!" Harry sputtered. "As in Albus Dumbledore."
"Right," he said. "My name is Albus Severus Potter. You said I was named after the two greatest Headmasters of all time."
At this point, even James had stopped eating, and was looking intently at Harry horrified face.
AN- Bad ending, I know. * sighs* This story is near impossible. I promise the next chap. will be much better.