Future, Past, Present or What The?

Sorry it took so long to get this out. I’ve been quite busy. We just moved into our first house we owned that took forever to get because mortgage people are idiots! So it took a while to get my computer set up and everything unpacked (Which we still haven’t completed) then I was sick and it seemed work would NOT leave me alone. And my son just started preschool.

So this is a HG/SS fanfiction. Other pairings: DM/GW, AD/MM, HP/???, RW/??? a few others so if you don’t like any of the pairings then though. Don’t read it.

I don’t own HP. Does not follow DH or HBP so it most likely WILL NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS! But If it does I’ll let you know but I doubt it will.

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Chapter One-

HOGWARTS - SEVENTH YEAR

It was the start of the seventh year for the Golden Trio of Hogwarts. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger were currently in a double potions class of Slytherins and Gryffindors. While everyone was busy concentrating on their potions, Harry and Ron were discussing their most hated Professor. Professor Severus Snape.

Harry Potter was the Boy-Who-Lived. The only known survivor of the Killing Curse that Lord Voldemort had tried to kill him with when he was a baby. If it hadn’t been for his mother, Lily Potter, then he wouldn’t be among the living right now, fighting the evil Dark Wizard. Often leading him and his friends into dangerous situations over the last seven years.

Ron Weasley was the youngest boy out of six older brothers, and the most hard-headed. He was quite protective of his baby sister, Ginny. Much to her annoyance and chagrin. He was also Harry Potter’s best friend ever since they were eleven years old. He had a crush on Hermione and often spoke or did things without thinking first..

Hermione Granger was the brains of the trio. It was she who went over their homework and made sure the boys kept up on their grades. She was a brilliant but wasn’t very open-minded about things. Often skeptical and text-book about her dealings. She just couldn’t believe that creatures such as house-elves would rather serve masters, rather than be free and receive pay for their work. She believed that things could be explained with reason and proof rather than faith that it was real and true.

“He seems a little different too me.” whispered Harry as he sent a suspicious glance at Snape, who seemed immersed in marking essays.

“He seems the same slimy git to me.” said Ron as he dropped sun root into his potion.

“Yeah, but he hasn’t taken any points from us yet.” pointed out Harry. “He’s usually all over us in the first five minutes of class. What do you think Hermione?”

Before the bushy-haired know-it-all could say anything Snape’s voice rang out as he scolded poor Neville Longbottom on his atrocious potion making skills.

“This is a simple potion to make, Longbottom. I thought even you wouldn’t be able to mess it up.” sneered Snape as he stood over the quivering boy. “Fifty points from Gryffindor.”

“For what?” demanded Harry as he defended his friend. “He’s done everything he was supposed to do! It looks like everyone else!”

“Another Fifty points, Potter.” spat Snape. “Perhaps you would apply your brains to your work rather than gossiping about like old housewives (there was a titter from the Slytherins) you would realize that Longbottom’s potion is wrong. Does anyone know what that was? Hmmm?”

Hermione’s hand was the first up as per usual. Snape rolled his eyes in annoyance as he looked around for anyone else who might know the answer. Draco Malfoy also had his hand up, thankfully he wasn’t waving it around like the annoying little chit.

“Mr. Malfoy.”

“He didn’t stir it twenty-four times before adding the fairy tears, sir.” answered Draco smugly. Harry and Ron shot him hateful looks as he continued. “Which is why it looks like ordinary water instead of having a glow to it.”

“Correct, Mr. Malfoy.” said Snape. “One hundred and fifty points to Slytherin.

Harry and Ron were about to protest when Hermione shushed them. They couldn’t afford to lose any more points because they couldn’t keep their big gobs shut. She had a feeling the vile man was enjoying this way too much as she watched Snape vanish Neville’s potion and made him leave the class in tears.

Hermione and Snape locked eyes as Neville gathered up his things in an embarrassed mess. The Professor smirked knowingly as he turned towards the front of the class. Taking away another fifteen points from Harry ad Ron when they glared at him. Hermione could take no more.

“That’s not fair, sir!” Hermione protested angrily. “You can’t take away points from Harry and Ron for a look. And all Neville had to do to fix his potion was counter-stir fifteen times and add the sun root before the pixie root.”

The class was so silent a ghost could have been heard going through wall on the main floor. Snape looked about ready to explode, his pale face rapidly turning a puce color. How dare the little twit speak to him in such a way.

“Detention Miss Granger. Tonight, at seven.” snarled Snape. In the distance a bell rang, signaling the end of class. “Put your potions in stasis and way for next time.”

The class hurriedly put their potions away and gathered their stuff, those that actually managed to complete their potions and correctly would need to let it sit for a while for the effects of the potion to work. Harry and Ron waited for Hermione as she fumed at Snape’s unjust treatment of her House. With her books in arms, she stomped out, mumbling under her breath.

“The vile, evil, cruel man. I hope he gets what’s coming to him. Why, I would hex him myself if it were allowed!”

Harry and Ron looked at each other as they followed their friend to the Great Hall for lunch. Draco Malfoy sent a smug smirk their way as they sat down. Some of their classmates sent looks of sympathy their way as they whispered to each other.

“Are you alright, Hermione?” asked Ron tentatively as he watched her viciously stab a piece of round fruit over and over again, imagining it was Snape’s face. They had never seen her so upset.

“What do you think, Ronald?” asked Hermione as she looked hatefully at Snape as he sat down. “That despicable man has gone too far! I don’t have time for detention! I have studying to do!”

“I would almost prefer detention with Snape than more studying with her. She’s insane!” whispered Ron to Harry a little loudly. He gulped at the look she sent him.

“For your information, RONALD WEASLEY, the end of school exams are very important if you want to succeed in the world.” said Hermione a little haughtily. “How good we do depends on what kinds of jobs we can get.”

“It’s not like you can’t get any job you want, Hermione.” said Harry trying to placate the irate witch. “Merlin knows you can pass everything with your eyes closed!”

“That’s not the point Harry!” said Hermione. “We don’t know what they’re going to test us on so it is very important for us to know all we can. They change it every year so no one cheats through older siblings!”

“I don’t think they’re going to test us on something they didn’t already teach us.” said Ron through a mouthful of chicken. “My brothers said it’s basic stuff. Sure they change it but it’s all easy.”

Hermione opened her mouth to berate them some more on the importance of studying, Merlin knew they could do with more studying. Sometimes she wondered how those two ever passed the last seven years when all they wanted to do was play and talk Quidditch. Honestly! They really should be thinking about their futures.

“You’re hopeless! Both of you! I’m going to the library to study.” said Hermione, standing up. The boys stared at her like she was crazy. “What? It’s the only time I’ll get before the rest of our classes. I have detention you know.”

“But you didn’t eat anything!” protested Ron. “It’s not healthy to skip meals.”

“Ron’s right, Hermione.” said Harry. One day that girl was going to kill herself putting studying above taking care of herself. She was more than likely going to stay up all night as well. They had seen her more than not with bags under her eyes because she studied for something that was months away or that wasn’t being taught at all. “Always be prepared.” she had said. “You never know when they will quiz us to find out what we know.”

“She’s mental that one.” commented Ron as he watched Hermione leave. Lugging the heavy bag she always carried around filled with books. Harry nodded in agreement. They had discarded her ‘schedules’ when she had given them to them over the summer.


Later on, a put out Hermione made her way to the dungeons to serve her detention that was cutting into some serious time with her books. If that evil man wasn’t her Professor, she would give him a piece of her mind. No matter how much she had a crush on him.

“You are late, Miss Granger!” snapped Snape as he let her into the classroom. “Surely you could apply yourself to your punishment as you do causing trouble?”

Hermione gnashed her teeth together. It took all her will-power not to do anything stupid. She respected Snape well-enough, even had a small crush on him for all his dangerous work for the order. It was terribly brave of him to put himself on the line as he did.

“You will be cleaning the classroom, without the aide of magic.” ordered Snape. He gave her a sneer before walking to the table where he had set up a cauldron. Hermione couldn’t help but sneak a peek as she passed by to fill a bucket of soapy water.

“You shouldn’t add that now, sir.” said Hermione as she and watched Snape put in belladonna and was about to add mandrake root. “It would cancel out the potion. Causing an explosion.”

Snape gave her a disgusted look as he raised an eyebrow and dropped the root into the cauldron. He sneered as the annoying chit cringed as she braced herself.

“Look at that.” mocked Snape. “No explosion. Perhaps Miss Granger, you are not as smart as you thought. Do not presume that you know everything because you memorized a few books. Sometimes, books are WRONG!”

“But-but every book I read on potions said the same thing!” defended Hermione. She was clearly insulted at the idea that she was wrong. It was preposterous! “You cannot add those two together like that!”

“Yes, I know.” drawled Snape. He was gleeful that he had finally gotten the stupid ignorant girl. “But experimenting and research shows differently now doesn’t it? You cannot just go by books Miss Granger. You will never succeed in the world if you go off of it as face-value. As the only way. Sometimes, you have to take chances with the unknown.”

Hermione was shocked. She had never been so put in her place before. If she was wrong about this, then how many other things was she wrong about? She was curious about this potion that Snape was brewing. What was it for? What did it do? How long had he been working on it? And did it actually work?

“One day it will hopefully cure those who had been cursed so badly by the Crustasious curse that they are now bumbling idiots.” answered Snape as though he had read Hermione’s mind. He hadn’t, he had just seen the look on the girl’s face. “So far, I have not been able to make it thus.”

“Surely, a man as brilliant as you are will be able to figure it out sir?” asked Hermione hopefully as she thought of the possibilities of such a thing. Neville’s parents would be whole again! He would finally know them. She had not even realized she had complimented a man she hated with a passion for giving her detention.

Snape scowled. “Get to work! You have a detention to finish. I do not want to sit here all night babysitting you.”

Hermione scowled as she set about her work. The man was impossible. He couldn’t even take a compliment without being nasty. Why, he probably didn’t have a decent bone in his body. As she worked, she thought of how much she would be glad to be away from him after she completed her seventh year. Then, when she became successful she would rub it in his big-nosed face!

“Mummy.”

Hermione looked around. Snape was still engrossed in the potion he was making and hadn’t seemed to hear anything. Thinking it was her imagination, she went back to cleaning a desk she had started when she heard a giggle. She looked around again. This time she was sure she had heard someone.

“Muu-ummy. Help mummy.”

Throwing down the rag, she glared at Snape. He seemed shocked at her display before a look of anger crossed his face.

“If you think that’s funny, Professor, then you are wrong.” said Hermione with her hands on her hips.
“What are you talking about Miss Granger?” snapped Snape, glaring.

“The girl that keeps calling for her mummy.” snarled Hermione. “Pretending you can’t hear it, when it was as clear as day! Making me think I’ve gone bonkers.”

“Perhaps you have gone ‘bonkers’ Miss Granger.” Snape snarled back. “I heard no such
voice.”

It was the serious look on his face that she knew he was telling the truth. He was staring at her like she had gone totally mental. Perhaps Ron and Harry were right. She was studying too much if she’s started hearing voices!

“I think there might be something wrong with me.” said Hermione as she placed a hand on her forehead. She ignored the snort that came from Snape. “Please, Professor, I think I may need a lie down. Can I serve detention another night?”

To say Snape was shocked was an understatement. No one had ever been impertinent enough to ask for different detention time!

“No Miss Granger, you may not.” said Snape. He knew he should. She was flushed and looked a little peckish but if he were to make extensions for her then every idiot would want the same. “Get back to work.”

“But Prof–“

Hermione was cut off as a bright light filled the room and people materialized in the middle of the classroom. She stared in shock and awe at the sight. She had never thought it possible to be able to enter Hogwarts’ in such a way. The wards kept everyone from apparating onto school grounds.

But then they hadn’t exactly apparated had they?

“Who are you?” demanded Snape with his wand out and pointed at the group of teenagers who looked no older than Hermione.

When they heard Snape they turned with their own wands out. They looked shocked at the sight of him and Hermione, who had went to Snape’s side when they had appeared. Despite their reflexes and training they had been too stunned to do anything.

If they were stunned, it was nothing compared to what Snape felt. Three of these teenagers looked a lot like him. But much more handsome and a lot more battle weary. Surely, it was some fluke that they happened to looked like him. He would know if he had children.

“F-father?”

Or perhaps not.

The one that had spoken was holding onto a very beautiful little girl. While the older children looked wary and ready to hex the first thing that moved. She was strangely calm and when the boy holding her dropped in a dead faint, she gracefully and almost inhumanly extracted herself from him.

“Don’t move or we’ll blow you so far past the afterlife your spirit will be lost forever!”

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END CHAPTER ONE

I rewrote this chapter so many times cuz, I just couldn’t seem to get it right. I still don’t think it is. But please review and let me know what you thought. NO FLAMES, if you didn’t like then quit reading. This is a fanfiction from my own imagination and I can’t please everyone.