A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Sci fi September Dialogue: "Humans don't learn from their mistakes, they repeat them until they can't anymore."

Word Count: 571

Hermione bit her lip as her knees landed on the hard frozen ground. She could feel the skin tear, could feel the blood soaking into her jeans. It didn't matter. She'd finally done it. She'd finally managed to escape her captors. A slight smile played on her lips as she rose. She took a few wobbly steps, the world spinning around her. She threw her hands out to stop her fall. They didn't do much, other than add a few more injuries to her list. She nearly burst into tears at this point. The ground was cold, her entire body ached. She'd run for so long, looking so hard to find the one person she thought might be able to help her save the world. Now, she wasn't even sure she was in the right place.

"Get up, then," a voice stated. Not yelling, but sounding almost resigned. "I know why you're here."

Hermione raised her head. She was in the right place. Severus Snape stood above her, looking at her. She could read the expression on his face. He had no interest in helping her. She knew this would be difficult, knew he wouldn't want to return to a world that had cast him a side. Slowly, she managed to get to her feet.

"Sir, I know you've said you're not to be disturbed, not to be sought out, but things have changed."

"I doubt that , Miss Granger, humans don't learn from their mistakes, they repeat them until they can't anymore."

"This is different. There's no dark wizards, there's no leaders. It's pure anarchy, they're taking people, sir. People that have nothing to do with the fighting, people who are being used only to help serve as punishment for those who stood against the darkness."

"Miss Granger, I told Potter I was not interested in fighting in another war, which is exactly what this is going to become. Go have your auror husband save the world."

"Ron's dead, sir. Murdered in our home, three years ago."

"I would express my sympathy but I have a feeling you're not interested."

"I'm not," Hermione muttered. "Besides, his death has nothing to do with me seeking you out, well, it does, but... Severus, they took Rose! Please, someone has my baby girl and no one seems to be able to do anything!" she screamed, bursting into tears. Severus looked at the witch before him, studied her for a moment.

"They took your child."

"Yes, they took Rose, she's ten."

"Ten."

"Yes, she's ten, yes. Ron didn't know," Hermione stated. "Look, I told him she was his, the math worked if you squinted at it sideways. No one wanted to look further than that, you were gone. You'd vowed never to return. My owls came back unanswered. Now, she's gone, someone's got her, someone who did the math, someone who knew about that night. Someone took our daughter, Severus."

Severus nodded, pulling his wand from his cloak. The expression on his face didn't change, but he stood up taller. If she hadn't known it was all posturing, Hermione would have been intimidated.

"Very well then, Hermione. Seeing as I'm the only man for this job. Let's go get our daughter back. Then you can explain the dead bodies to the ministry."

"Thank you, Severus," Hermione whispered, as Severus put his cloak around her, apparating them from the frozen wasteland he'd been calling home.