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To the Past!
I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! EVERYTHING IS JKRS!
Chapter One: To the Past!
PUREBLOODS FORCED TO MARRY HALF BLOODS AND MUGGLE BORNS read the headline of the Daily Prophet. Hermione knew it her gut that the law would affect her and her two friends. We shouldn’t even be eighteen, she thought to herself sadly. It had been a freak accident involving Hermione’s Time Turner in their fifth year…
“Harry, I know you’re upset about Sirius, but we may be able to get him back.”
Anxious for more information, Harry perked up. “How? It’s impossible to bring someone back, not even Voldemort could do it,” he said, returning to his despair.
“No, but there is a way to change the future.”
“What are you on about?” asked Ron.
“Harry, do you remember how we saved Sirius from the Dementors?”
“Of course. But you gave back that thing at the end of third year.”
“Yes, but I went into the future and rescued it right after that. I’ve been using it to get all my homework done so I could make more hats for S.P.E.W.”
Harry looked excited now. “So you mean to tell me, Sirius might be able to be saved?”
Hermione smacked her hand against her forehead. Had she been anyone other than Hermione, she would have screamed DUH! at him. Instead she just said, “Yes. Would you like to give it a try?”
“DUH! Of course I want to try,” Harry said animatedly.
“Count me in too,” piped Ron. “I missed the fun last time, so I don’t want to again.”
“Wouldn’t dream of going without you mate,” said Harry, grinning.
Hermione ushered them forward and slipped the Time Turner around their necks. “How far back do you think we should go?” she asked Harry.
“Well, we have to warn myself--”
“No, you can’t see yourself, you know better than that. It would drive you mad.”
“That’s a chance I’m willing to take,” he said darkly.
“Well, I’m not going to risk it. Harry, do you still hahat hat two-way mirror Sirius gave you?” Harry nodded. “I say we go back and put it on top of your Invisibility Cloak. That way we don’t ever have to go into Umbridge’s office.”
“That’s bloody brilliant!” said Ron. Hermione laughed.
“I say we just set it spinning and see how far back we go. It was days ago.”
“No, we can’t do that. I say 87 times. That’s about three and a half days. On the count of three… one… two… three…” And Hermione set it spinning. She expected it to stop after a few days past, but it did not. It sent them spiraling back to the end of their fourth year. Before they knew what happened, they landed flat in the middle of Snape’s office. He was wearing Muggle black jeans and a tight black t-shirt under his wizard robes. Hermione blushed when she saw him. She’d always had a thing for their evil Professor.
“Pray tell, what are you all doing here? And why do you look older?” he asked, furious with them for barging in on him.
“What year is it?” Harry asked.
“1994. You are yet to answer my question,” he snarled. “And why should you ask what year it is? And, Miss, Granger, I thought you were to turn that in last year,” he said, indicating the Time Turner.
Hermione launched into the story of the Department of Mysteries fi. “…. “… and Sirius died, and we decided to save him, but the Time Turner went mad. We look older because we are. We’re in fifth year now.”
Snape leaned back in his chair, taking it all in. He smirked, though he was still furious. “So Padfoot finally got it,” he said, barely hiding his mirth. Harry glared at him.
”Yes, sir, but that’s why we came back. To save him,” said Hermione.
“You said he fell through a veil?” Hermione nodded. “The room to which you are referring is called The Death Room. Beyond the veil is where you go when you die. It is also called the Veil of Destiny. Once a person is destined to go through it, there is no preventing it. I’m afraid that even if you did warn Black, there would be no way to save him. What is done, or what will happen, will happen. There is nothing you can do to change that.”
It was a long time before any of them could speak. Harry was the first to find his voice. “Well, I guess we had better be going back to the future now. Thanks, Professor Snape.” Hermione went to turn the Time Turner forward when the clasp broke. It crashed to the floor, breaking into a million pieces. Hermione tried in vain to repair it, but there was no hope. They were stuck in the past.
“Well… this sucks,” said Ron.
“Language, Mr. Weasley. I think the only thing we can do now is go see the Headmaster. Follow me.” The Wonder Trio followed him to an ugly stone gargoyle. “Ice mice,” Snape said. The gargoyle turned around to reveal a stone staircase moving up, like an escalator. The four stepped up and when the got to the door, it magically opened. “Headmaster? We have a problem…” Dumbledore ushered them in and Snape explained the situation.
“Harry, I’m sorry to hear about Sirius. But I’m afraid what Professor Snape said is true. Sirius is, or will be, gone in a year’s time. Now we have to decide what to do with the three of you. We have no choice but to keep you all here and make sure you don’t see your other selves.”
“Professor, why can’t we just have another Time Turner? We saw hundreds of them in the Department of Mysteries,” said Harry.
“How would you explain how you got here? Having an illegal Time Turner is a crime punishable by years in Azkaban,” Snape said viciously. Hermione gulped.
“Now Severus, there’s no need to be so hard on them. They were only trying to help. I suggest that you take different classes and in the mean time I can arrange some private tutoring. Maybe you can all apprentice one of the teachers. And Harry, you need to learn Occlumency,” the old wizard said seriously.
“Yes, sir,” said Harry, failing to mention that he had peeked in Snape’s pensieve.
“Sir, will we be taking these extra classes next year?” Hermione asked excitedly. “And where will we live? We can’t live in Gryffindor Tower, obviously.”
“I will arrange private quarters for you. The boys can share a room. You will be located in the third floor corridor. No one has been in there since your first year. I’ll arrange for a Common Room as well.”
“Oooh. I want to take Muggle Studies!”
“But Hermione,” Ron argued, “you are a muggle. Well, muggle-born, you know all about them. Why on earth would you take Muggle Studies?”
Hermione continued without answering him. “And you two should take it, too. And Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. That way you’ll have something to occupy yourselves,” she said bossily. “And I agree with Professor Dumbledore. We should all apprentice next year. Anyone but Umbridge! Ron, you’re good with Transfiguration, so you should take McGonagall. And Harry, you’re great with Charms, so you should take Flitwick--”
“And you’re great with Potions, so you should take Snape,” Harry said politely. Ron sniggered.
Snape looked alarmed. “Professor Snape doesn’t want an apprentice,” he said menacingly.
“Now, Severus, Hermione is your best student. I don’t see why she shouldn’t apprentice with you. Hermione, would you like to?”
“Actually, I was thinking of Hagrid,” she said honestly. Snape breathed a sigh of relief.
“No way, ‘Mione, I claim Hagrid. He’s way better than Flitwick,” said Harry.
“Actually, I think we should base it on grades,” said Dumbledore. “Now Harry, your best grades are in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but with Professor Umbridge, I think we should put you with Professor Flitwick after all. Ronald, your best grades are in Herbology, so you can apprentice with Professor Sprout--”
“No way! I’m not spending a year up to my neck in dragon dung!” Ron cried.
“Alright. What would you like to apprentice in?”
“I wouldn’t object to Madam Hooch. You know I make the Quidditch team in fifth year,” he said smugly.
“Alright. And Hermione, your best grades are indeed in Potions. So you will apprentice with Professor Snape.” Harry looked at her, horrified. Snape just glared a while before speaking.
“I thought I said I didn’t want an apprentice. Stick her with Minerva. She’s her Golden Girl.”
“Minerva has more to do than you. I think it would be good for you in interact with the students a bit. Weren’t you just saying last week how much you need someone to help you out?”
“Don’t throw that in my face! I say that all the time. It doesn’t mean I actually want someone to help me out,” he said, glaring at Hermione. “Especially not a Gryffindor know-it-all,” he sneered.
“That’s just it, Severus, she is a know-it-all. She could be very useful to you.” Snape opened his mouth to talk, but Dumbledore cut him off. “The matter is closed. Beginning next year all three of you will be apprentices. Come now and I will arrange your sleeping quarters. Tomorrow I’ll arrange for you to go to Diagon Alley and buy new things. And don’t worry, Ron, the school will pay for it.” Ron breathed a sigh of relief. “And if you need anything, you will come to either Professor Snape or myself.”
“Why me?” Snape asked nastily.
“Because you are the only other teacher that can know that they exist twice. I’ll assign a house elf to you three as well. And I’ll warn you now, Hermione, no giving your house elf clothes.” Snape sneered at this, mirth in his eyes. “You are not to leave your rooms except to go to class. For the rest of this year, you will not leave your quarters. And next year, no matter what, you are not to try and change the future.” Harry looked crestfallen. “Follow me,” Dumbledore said kindly. He led them to their new quarters and instructed them to get some sleep.
A/N Next chapter we get into the lemons! I promise, bear with me. Here’s a taste:
He thought about it for a minute before responding. “She’s a beautiful young woman. And she’s dead brilliant. I’ve never seen a brain like hers. When I was a Death Eater, I used to have a different woman every night. We all did. We used them and then we threw them away. And I was fine with that, it was just lust. Love never entered the picture. And certainly never with a child. Damnit, Albus. I care about her. I don’t love her, but I lust after her. And I give a damn about her. I care what happens to her. If I thought she felt the same, I don’t know if I could control myself.” He sighed deeply. “Would you have my head on a platter if I acted on how I feel?”
Chapter One: To the Past!
PUREBLOODS FORCED TO MARRY HALF BLOODS AND MUGGLE BORNS read the headline of the Daily Prophet. Hermione knew it her gut that the law would affect her and her two friends. We shouldn’t even be eighteen, she thought to herself sadly. It had been a freak accident involving Hermione’s Time Turner in their fifth year…
“Harry, I know you’re upset about Sirius, but we may be able to get him back.”
Anxious for more information, Harry perked up. “How? It’s impossible to bring someone back, not even Voldemort could do it,” he said, returning to his despair.
“No, but there is a way to change the future.”
“What are you on about?” asked Ron.
“Harry, do you remember how we saved Sirius from the Dementors?”
“Of course. But you gave back that thing at the end of third year.”
“Yes, but I went into the future and rescued it right after that. I’ve been using it to get all my homework done so I could make more hats for S.P.E.W.”
Harry looked excited now. “So you mean to tell me, Sirius might be able to be saved?”
Hermione smacked her hand against her forehead. Had she been anyone other than Hermione, she would have screamed DUH! at him. Instead she just said, “Yes. Would you like to give it a try?”
“DUH! Of course I want to try,” Harry said animatedly.
“Count me in too,” piped Ron. “I missed the fun last time, so I don’t want to again.”
“Wouldn’t dream of going without you mate,” said Harry, grinning.
Hermione ushered them forward and slipped the Time Turner around their necks. “How far back do you think we should go?” she asked Harry.
“Well, we have to warn myself--”
“No, you can’t see yourself, you know better than that. It would drive you mad.”
“That’s a chance I’m willing to take,” he said darkly.
“Well, I’m not going to risk it. Harry, do you still hahat hat two-way mirror Sirius gave you?” Harry nodded. “I say we go back and put it on top of your Invisibility Cloak. That way we don’t ever have to go into Umbridge’s office.”
“That’s bloody brilliant!” said Ron. Hermione laughed.
“I say we just set it spinning and see how far back we go. It was days ago.”
“No, we can’t do that. I say 87 times. That’s about three and a half days. On the count of three… one… two… three…” And Hermione set it spinning. She expected it to stop after a few days past, but it did not. It sent them spiraling back to the end of their fourth year. Before they knew what happened, they landed flat in the middle of Snape’s office. He was wearing Muggle black jeans and a tight black t-shirt under his wizard robes. Hermione blushed when she saw him. She’d always had a thing for their evil Professor.
“Pray tell, what are you all doing here? And why do you look older?” he asked, furious with them for barging in on him.
“What year is it?” Harry asked.
“1994. You are yet to answer my question,” he snarled. “And why should you ask what year it is? And, Miss, Granger, I thought you were to turn that in last year,” he said, indicating the Time Turner.
Hermione launched into the story of the Department of Mysteries fi. “…. “… and Sirius died, and we decided to save him, but the Time Turner went mad. We look older because we are. We’re in fifth year now.”
Snape leaned back in his chair, taking it all in. He smirked, though he was still furious. “So Padfoot finally got it,” he said, barely hiding his mirth. Harry glared at him.
”Yes, sir, but that’s why we came back. To save him,” said Hermione.
“You said he fell through a veil?” Hermione nodded. “The room to which you are referring is called The Death Room. Beyond the veil is where you go when you die. It is also called the Veil of Destiny. Once a person is destined to go through it, there is no preventing it. I’m afraid that even if you did warn Black, there would be no way to save him. What is done, or what will happen, will happen. There is nothing you can do to change that.”
It was a long time before any of them could speak. Harry was the first to find his voice. “Well, I guess we had better be going back to the future now. Thanks, Professor Snape.” Hermione went to turn the Time Turner forward when the clasp broke. It crashed to the floor, breaking into a million pieces. Hermione tried in vain to repair it, but there was no hope. They were stuck in the past.
“Well… this sucks,” said Ron.
“Language, Mr. Weasley. I think the only thing we can do now is go see the Headmaster. Follow me.” The Wonder Trio followed him to an ugly stone gargoyle. “Ice mice,” Snape said. The gargoyle turned around to reveal a stone staircase moving up, like an escalator. The four stepped up and when the got to the door, it magically opened. “Headmaster? We have a problem…” Dumbledore ushered them in and Snape explained the situation.
“Harry, I’m sorry to hear about Sirius. But I’m afraid what Professor Snape said is true. Sirius is, or will be, gone in a year’s time. Now we have to decide what to do with the three of you. We have no choice but to keep you all here and make sure you don’t see your other selves.”
“Professor, why can’t we just have another Time Turner? We saw hundreds of them in the Department of Mysteries,” said Harry.
“How would you explain how you got here? Having an illegal Time Turner is a crime punishable by years in Azkaban,” Snape said viciously. Hermione gulped.
“Now Severus, there’s no need to be so hard on them. They were only trying to help. I suggest that you take different classes and in the mean time I can arrange some private tutoring. Maybe you can all apprentice one of the teachers. And Harry, you need to learn Occlumency,” the old wizard said seriously.
“Yes, sir,” said Harry, failing to mention that he had peeked in Snape’s pensieve.
“Sir, will we be taking these extra classes next year?” Hermione asked excitedly. “And where will we live? We can’t live in Gryffindor Tower, obviously.”
“I will arrange private quarters for you. The boys can share a room. You will be located in the third floor corridor. No one has been in there since your first year. I’ll arrange for a Common Room as well.”
“Oooh. I want to take Muggle Studies!”
“But Hermione,” Ron argued, “you are a muggle. Well, muggle-born, you know all about them. Why on earth would you take Muggle Studies?”
Hermione continued without answering him. “And you two should take it, too. And Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. That way you’ll have something to occupy yourselves,” she said bossily. “And I agree with Professor Dumbledore. We should all apprentice next year. Anyone but Umbridge! Ron, you’re good with Transfiguration, so you should take McGonagall. And Harry, you’re great with Charms, so you should take Flitwick--”
“And you’re great with Potions, so you should take Snape,” Harry said politely. Ron sniggered.
Snape looked alarmed. “Professor Snape doesn’t want an apprentice,” he said menacingly.
“Now, Severus, Hermione is your best student. I don’t see why she shouldn’t apprentice with you. Hermione, would you like to?”
“Actually, I was thinking of Hagrid,” she said honestly. Snape breathed a sigh of relief.
“No way, ‘Mione, I claim Hagrid. He’s way better than Flitwick,” said Harry.
“Actually, I think we should base it on grades,” said Dumbledore. “Now Harry, your best grades are in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but with Professor Umbridge, I think we should put you with Professor Flitwick after all. Ronald, your best grades are in Herbology, so you can apprentice with Professor Sprout--”
“No way! I’m not spending a year up to my neck in dragon dung!” Ron cried.
“Alright. What would you like to apprentice in?”
“I wouldn’t object to Madam Hooch. You know I make the Quidditch team in fifth year,” he said smugly.
“Alright. And Hermione, your best grades are indeed in Potions. So you will apprentice with Professor Snape.” Harry looked at her, horrified. Snape just glared a while before speaking.
“I thought I said I didn’t want an apprentice. Stick her with Minerva. She’s her Golden Girl.”
“Minerva has more to do than you. I think it would be good for you in interact with the students a bit. Weren’t you just saying last week how much you need someone to help you out?”
“Don’t throw that in my face! I say that all the time. It doesn’t mean I actually want someone to help me out,” he said, glaring at Hermione. “Especially not a Gryffindor know-it-all,” he sneered.
“That’s just it, Severus, she is a know-it-all. She could be very useful to you.” Snape opened his mouth to talk, but Dumbledore cut him off. “The matter is closed. Beginning next year all three of you will be apprentices. Come now and I will arrange your sleeping quarters. Tomorrow I’ll arrange for you to go to Diagon Alley and buy new things. And don’t worry, Ron, the school will pay for it.” Ron breathed a sigh of relief. “And if you need anything, you will come to either Professor Snape or myself.”
“Why me?” Snape asked nastily.
“Because you are the only other teacher that can know that they exist twice. I’ll assign a house elf to you three as well. And I’ll warn you now, Hermione, no giving your house elf clothes.” Snape sneered at this, mirth in his eyes. “You are not to leave your rooms except to go to class. For the rest of this year, you will not leave your quarters. And next year, no matter what, you are not to try and change the future.” Harry looked crestfallen. “Follow me,” Dumbledore said kindly. He led them to their new quarters and instructed them to get some sleep.
A/N Next chapter we get into the lemons! I promise, bear with me. Here’s a taste:
He thought about it for a minute before responding. “She’s a beautiful young woman. And she’s dead brilliant. I’ve never seen a brain like hers. When I was a Death Eater, I used to have a different woman every night. We all did. We used them and then we threw them away. And I was fine with that, it was just lust. Love never entered the picture. And certainly never with a child. Damnit, Albus. I care about her. I don’t love her, but I lust after her. And I give a damn about her. I care what happens to her. If I thought she felt the same, I don’t know if I could control myself.” He sighed deeply. “Would you have my head on a platter if I acted on how I feel?”