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Songs Through Time
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
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3,239
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7
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0
Currently Reading:
1
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I'm not making any money Nor do I own anything HP besides my ideas the characters songs and locations all belong to the orginal owner i'm just playing with them
If I Could Turn Back Time.
Here's the next chapter hope you like...
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Herminoe awoke staring at the ceiling above her. Blinking a couple times she tried to focus, where was she? The infirmary at Hogwarts, she sighed, it was just a dream. Everything would be okay. Harry and Ron would be lying in the beds next to her not dead on the front lawn. She wasn’t alone it was all just another misadventure.
She blocked out the dark thoughts and focused on the present. “Hold still Mr. Snape, let me set your nose” Madam Pomfrey scolded.
There was garbled grumbling but she couldn’t make any of it out. “Now go and fetch the Head Master, he’ll most likely want to sort this all out.” More grumbling, “I said now Mr. Snape, she’ll still be here when you get back.”
Mr. Snape? What? Herminoe tried to focus but before she knew it she was out cold again.
She awoke again to the sound of voices, “Who’s that?” a weak voice asked. It sounded familiar.
“None of your business Mr. Lupin now let me finish your check up.”
Herminoe opened her eyes and saw Madam Pomfrey enter privacy curtains. She saw a familiar shock of black hair and relief shot through her, it really was a dream. “Harry!” her voice was cracked and dry but the excitement was there none the less, but when the boy turned around to face her disappointment shot through her. It wasn’t Harry, it was James. Herminoe burst into tears. It wasn’t a dream she really had seen Harry die, Professor Snape really had sent her back in time to try and convince him not to aide Voldemort, it being their last hope.
“Well that’s a first James, you didn’t even open your mouth and she’s already in tears.” The laughing and teasing voice obvious to one and all, but the voice itself could only belong to one person.
“Sirus…” Hermione’s voice broke a little again. It had been two years since he had fallen through the veil at The Ministry of Magic and until that moment Herminoe didn’t know how much she missed the man.
“Do I know you?” Sirius’s face going serious as he tried to place to girl before him, should he remember her? He did know a lot of females but generally he remembered them all even more so the pretty ones and even though the girls hair was obviously dyed black and she was sickly pale and skinny you could tell that when she was healthy she was very pretty.
“Not yet,” her eyes swam with tears and pain. The boys were both very confused having come to wait for Mooney to finish his required after monthly check up. Just then the doors opened with a bang against the wall, causing everyone to jump.
“Hello Snivilus,” Sirus droned in a bored tone.
Hermione’s eyes landed on Serverus. He was ganglier and his hair was longer, but he was here and he was alive and most of all, that familiar sneer was on his face, even if the face was of a boy who was 20 years younger with no memory of who she was. He had paused for a second upon seeing she was awake before continuing to the chair next to her bed and seated himself upon it as if he belonged there. She found it ironic since he had always bitched about her sitting with him when he was recovering from Voldemort’s signs of “affection”
“Serverus” Hermione’s voice didn’t crack this time she smiled softly at the boy/man she had always respected and admired, and that was the last thing anyone heard her say before she passed out cold again.
“Serverus Snape, you will leave this instant weather it is Saturday or not if she awakens again we do not want her over taxing herself again.
“I am not-“Serverus’s protest was interrupted by Hermione’s call of his name. He strode over to her bed looking down upon her face, “how do you know my name girl?”
“You, I was,” It had finally occurred to her that telling him everything right off the bat may not be the best way to go about it. “I was sent to you”
“She’s gone delirious or has head trauma or something, who would send me a girl?” Now he was addressing Madam Pomfrey.
“No. No, get Dumbledore,” Herminoe pleaded with him looking form one to the other. When he began to pull away she grabbed his hand. “No Professor, don’t leave me. Please!” she added a hint of terror in her voice.
“Well which is it girl do you want me to fetch him or stay with you?” He said as he shook off her hand. “And as to being a Professor, I have yet to finish my tenor here at Hogwarts and therefore cannot possibly be anyone’s Professor”
“No need to fetch anyone as I am here.” Professor Dumbledore stood at the end of the infirmary. As he made his way to the girl whose eyes filled with tears at the mere sight of the man so recently taken from them all he realized there might be more to her story than anyone could begin to guess at.
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Herminoe awoke staring at the ceiling above her. Blinking a couple times she tried to focus, where was she? The infirmary at Hogwarts, she sighed, it was just a dream. Everything would be okay. Harry and Ron would be lying in the beds next to her not dead on the front lawn. She wasn’t alone it was all just another misadventure.
She blocked out the dark thoughts and focused on the present. “Hold still Mr. Snape, let me set your nose” Madam Pomfrey scolded.
There was garbled grumbling but she couldn’t make any of it out. “Now go and fetch the Head Master, he’ll most likely want to sort this all out.” More grumbling, “I said now Mr. Snape, she’ll still be here when you get back.”
Mr. Snape? What? Herminoe tried to focus but before she knew it she was out cold again.
She awoke again to the sound of voices, “Who’s that?” a weak voice asked. It sounded familiar.
“None of your business Mr. Lupin now let me finish your check up.”
Herminoe opened her eyes and saw Madam Pomfrey enter privacy curtains. She saw a familiar shock of black hair and relief shot through her, it really was a dream. “Harry!” her voice was cracked and dry but the excitement was there none the less, but when the boy turned around to face her disappointment shot through her. It wasn’t Harry, it was James. Herminoe burst into tears. It wasn’t a dream she really had seen Harry die, Professor Snape really had sent her back in time to try and convince him not to aide Voldemort, it being their last hope.
“Well that’s a first James, you didn’t even open your mouth and she’s already in tears.” The laughing and teasing voice obvious to one and all, but the voice itself could only belong to one person.
“Sirus…” Hermione’s voice broke a little again. It had been two years since he had fallen through the veil at The Ministry of Magic and until that moment Herminoe didn’t know how much she missed the man.
“Do I know you?” Sirius’s face going serious as he tried to place to girl before him, should he remember her? He did know a lot of females but generally he remembered them all even more so the pretty ones and even though the girls hair was obviously dyed black and she was sickly pale and skinny you could tell that when she was healthy she was very pretty.
“Not yet,” her eyes swam with tears and pain. The boys were both very confused having come to wait for Mooney to finish his required after monthly check up. Just then the doors opened with a bang against the wall, causing everyone to jump.
“Hello Snivilus,” Sirus droned in a bored tone.
Hermione’s eyes landed on Serverus. He was ganglier and his hair was longer, but he was here and he was alive and most of all, that familiar sneer was on his face, even if the face was of a boy who was 20 years younger with no memory of who she was. He had paused for a second upon seeing she was awake before continuing to the chair next to her bed and seated himself upon it as if he belonged there. She found it ironic since he had always bitched about her sitting with him when he was recovering from Voldemort’s signs of “affection”
“Serverus” Hermione’s voice didn’t crack this time she smiled softly at the boy/man she had always respected and admired, and that was the last thing anyone heard her say before she passed out cold again.
“Serverus Snape, you will leave this instant weather it is Saturday or not if she awakens again we do not want her over taxing herself again.
“I am not-“Serverus’s protest was interrupted by Hermione’s call of his name. He strode over to her bed looking down upon her face, “how do you know my name girl?”
“You, I was,” It had finally occurred to her that telling him everything right off the bat may not be the best way to go about it. “I was sent to you”
“She’s gone delirious or has head trauma or something, who would send me a girl?” Now he was addressing Madam Pomfrey.
“No. No, get Dumbledore,” Herminoe pleaded with him looking form one to the other. When he began to pull away she grabbed his hand. “No Professor, don’t leave me. Please!” she added a hint of terror in her voice.
“Well which is it girl do you want me to fetch him or stay with you?” He said as he shook off her hand. “And as to being a Professor, I have yet to finish my tenor here at Hogwarts and therefore cannot possibly be anyone’s Professor”
“No need to fetch anyone as I am here.” Professor Dumbledore stood at the end of the infirmary. As he made his way to the girl whose eyes filled with tears at the mere sight of the man so recently taken from them all he realized there might be more to her story than anyone could begin to guess at.