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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult
Chapters:
2
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1,240
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6
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Future, Past, Present or What The?
Hey, this is a my Harry Potter fanfiction. I don’t own anything related to HP except for the books, movies and couple games I bought. This is a Severus Snape/Hermione Granger paring so if you don’t like that sort of thing THEN DON’T READ IT! It’s that simple. The other parings are: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter/Don’t Know Yet. Ron Weasley/Don’t Know Yet.
Also I am trying to raise money for the March of Dimes so if anyone would like to donate:
http://jailandbail.marchofdimes.com/michelledoestime
I’m trying to reach a thousand dollars by Aug 2.
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Prologue -
HOGWARTS (SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE)
Hogwarts was a battleground. It wasn’t the first the ancient school had seen nor would it be the last. There had not been students to grace it’s halls for five years. Instead, it was used as a base for those who fought on the side of good. Almost like a muggle military compound where they drew battle plans, tended their wounded, and trained for war.
On this particular day however, Hogwarts was being attacked by their most dangerous enemy yet. Azazel. He was not an ordinary person though. He was a demon who had been thrust from the Heavens and made Lord Voldemort look like mere child’s play. But before he had fallen in love with an Angel, Seraphine.
She was a Seraphim, one of the highest order of Angels, and the youngest. Though she was old by mortal view, she was a mere child to her kind and the most innocent and most beautiful. She was also their Princess.
When the rest of the Seraphim found about about Azazel’s interest in their beloved Seraphine they had forbid him to see her, knowing he had evil in his soul. But wanting to possess her as his own, he plotted a way to get to her. Which ultimately led to his downfall and banishment to the mortal world where he began to wreck havoc and destruction, mainly through mortals by implanting ideas of power and ruling all the world.
It became apparent that the Seraphim had made a mistake, for Azazel would not stop until he was strong enough to wage war on the Heavens and take Seraphine s his Queen. Where he would build new world to rule.
“Give me what I want mortals and I will spare you from death and sending you to the fiery depths of Hell!” called Azazel. His army of demons and evil wizards standing behind him as he watched the one place these fools thought they were safe from him
“Never!” a voice called out from one of the windows. It was black-haired boy, seventeen from the looks of him. He had ignored his orders to keep quiet but he couldn’t help the anger that coursed through him. “We will not be swayed by your lies Azazel. We will destroy you!”
“Very well.” shrugged Azazel as he turned to the wizards. “Kill them all. But leave the girl to me. If I find single hair out of place you will be tortured for ALL eternity.”
The Wizards looked frightened at the threat but the blood lust coursing through them of purifying the world of scum like muggleborns and muggleborn lovers was a too tempting offer. Once Azazel had what he wanted, they would have what they wanted. A world all to their own without the taint of muggle blood.
Azazel watched amused. How easy it was to sway these idiot mortals. He had Tom Riddle to thank mostly. Though he had planted the idea into the Wizards’s head, it was Voldemort that planted it into the rest of them. Those that served him well would become his minions. They would be tortured still of course, pain beyond comprehension would course through them. He was after all, evil.
Inside Hogwarts the forces prepared for battle. Many of them were children still. No more than fourteen years old. The younger children had been sent to safe houses already. It was shameful, that they brought children into this mess but with so many dead, it was almost impossible not to start them young.
A wall was blasted apart, and Azazel’s wizards strode though, casting curses. It was mayhem as everyone fought. The boy who had dared yell out was running through the halls, avoiding crumbling walls and narrowly missing the jets of magic that whizzed past him. Intent on reaching his destination.
“SOCRATES!”
Socrates didn’t slow down as he saw his two brothers who looked exactly like him, except one had hair past his shoulders and the other had his grown out enough for it to frame his face rakishly.
“Aristotle, Plato.” panted Socrates as he reached him. “She is safe?”
Aristotle nodded. “For now, but we need to get her out of here. Plato managed to make a portkey.”
“Good.” Socrates said as he opened the door to the old Potions Classroom. It had been converted into their room. It was Spartan with only four beds, bureaus and desks. Along with a table set up in a corner where they could study different potions and spells.
On one of the beds a young girl sat. She was five years old and the most beautiful creature to have ever roamed the Earth. Her silky, soft black hair reached her waist and was held back in a braid. Her black eyes were almond shaped and her pale complexion was smooth and no blemish whatsoever tainted it. She was absolutely perfect in every way and the three brothers dreaded the day when she would grow older and the boys took notice of her in more than a friendly way. When she saw the triplets, she gave a brilliant smile, her eyes lighting up.
“Sophie,” breathed Socrates. He was the oldest of the triplets. Two minutes older than Aristotle and seven minutes older than Plato. Before anyone could move a girl burst in.
“They’re coming.” said the girl. Her blond hair matted to her head from sweat. She had a few scratches on her but other than that she was fine. “James and Sirius are trying to hold them off.”
At that moment the two boys backed in. Both of them had dark, messy hair. The older had green eyes and the younger had brown and wore glasses. Both were bleeding from wounds. Both looked fierce and determined.
“There’s too many of them!” stated James as the evil wizards blasted into the room. Socrates grabbed Sophie and cried out in pain as more than one hex struck him. He could hear the others shouting as they grabbed for him just a blinding light filled the room. In an instant they were gone.
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That’s it for the Prologue. If I get enough GOOD Reviews I will post the next chapter. No FLAMES Please. No one is perfect so if you don’t like any part of this then QUIT READING!!!! I can’t please everyone you know.
Also I am trying to raise money for the March of Dimes so if anyone would like to donate:
http://jailandbail.marchofdimes.com/michelledoestime
I’m trying to reach a thousand dollars by Aug 2.
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Prologue -
HOGWARTS (SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE)
Hogwarts was a battleground. It wasn’t the first the ancient school had seen nor would it be the last. There had not been students to grace it’s halls for five years. Instead, it was used as a base for those who fought on the side of good. Almost like a muggle military compound where they drew battle plans, tended their wounded, and trained for war.
On this particular day however, Hogwarts was being attacked by their most dangerous enemy yet. Azazel. He was not an ordinary person though. He was a demon who had been thrust from the Heavens and made Lord Voldemort look like mere child’s play. But before he had fallen in love with an Angel, Seraphine.
She was a Seraphim, one of the highest order of Angels, and the youngest. Though she was old by mortal view, she was a mere child to her kind and the most innocent and most beautiful. She was also their Princess.
When the rest of the Seraphim found about about Azazel’s interest in their beloved Seraphine they had forbid him to see her, knowing he had evil in his soul. But wanting to possess her as his own, he plotted a way to get to her. Which ultimately led to his downfall and banishment to the mortal world where he began to wreck havoc and destruction, mainly through mortals by implanting ideas of power and ruling all the world.
It became apparent that the Seraphim had made a mistake, for Azazel would not stop until he was strong enough to wage war on the Heavens and take Seraphine s his Queen. Where he would build new world to rule.
“Give me what I want mortals and I will spare you from death and sending you to the fiery depths of Hell!” called Azazel. His army of demons and evil wizards standing behind him as he watched the one place these fools thought they were safe from him
“Never!” a voice called out from one of the windows. It was black-haired boy, seventeen from the looks of him. He had ignored his orders to keep quiet but he couldn’t help the anger that coursed through him. “We will not be swayed by your lies Azazel. We will destroy you!”
“Very well.” shrugged Azazel as he turned to the wizards. “Kill them all. But leave the girl to me. If I find single hair out of place you will be tortured for ALL eternity.”
The Wizards looked frightened at the threat but the blood lust coursing through them of purifying the world of scum like muggleborns and muggleborn lovers was a too tempting offer. Once Azazel had what he wanted, they would have what they wanted. A world all to their own without the taint of muggle blood.
Azazel watched amused. How easy it was to sway these idiot mortals. He had Tom Riddle to thank mostly. Though he had planted the idea into the Wizards’s head, it was Voldemort that planted it into the rest of them. Those that served him well would become his minions. They would be tortured still of course, pain beyond comprehension would course through them. He was after all, evil.
Inside Hogwarts the forces prepared for battle. Many of them were children still. No more than fourteen years old. The younger children had been sent to safe houses already. It was shameful, that they brought children into this mess but with so many dead, it was almost impossible not to start them young.
A wall was blasted apart, and Azazel’s wizards strode though, casting curses. It was mayhem as everyone fought. The boy who had dared yell out was running through the halls, avoiding crumbling walls and narrowly missing the jets of magic that whizzed past him. Intent on reaching his destination.
“SOCRATES!”
Socrates didn’t slow down as he saw his two brothers who looked exactly like him, except one had hair past his shoulders and the other had his grown out enough for it to frame his face rakishly.
“Aristotle, Plato.” panted Socrates as he reached him. “She is safe?”
Aristotle nodded. “For now, but we need to get her out of here. Plato managed to make a portkey.”
“Good.” Socrates said as he opened the door to the old Potions Classroom. It had been converted into their room. It was Spartan with only four beds, bureaus and desks. Along with a table set up in a corner where they could study different potions and spells.
On one of the beds a young girl sat. She was five years old and the most beautiful creature to have ever roamed the Earth. Her silky, soft black hair reached her waist and was held back in a braid. Her black eyes were almond shaped and her pale complexion was smooth and no blemish whatsoever tainted it. She was absolutely perfect in every way and the three brothers dreaded the day when she would grow older and the boys took notice of her in more than a friendly way. When she saw the triplets, she gave a brilliant smile, her eyes lighting up.
“Sophie,” breathed Socrates. He was the oldest of the triplets. Two minutes older than Aristotle and seven minutes older than Plato. Before anyone could move a girl burst in.
“They’re coming.” said the girl. Her blond hair matted to her head from sweat. She had a few scratches on her but other than that she was fine. “James and Sirius are trying to hold them off.”
At that moment the two boys backed in. Both of them had dark, messy hair. The older had green eyes and the younger had brown and wore glasses. Both were bleeding from wounds. Both looked fierce and determined.
“There’s too many of them!” stated James as the evil wizards blasted into the room. Socrates grabbed Sophie and cried out in pain as more than one hex struck him. He could hear the others shouting as they grabbed for him just a blinding light filled the room. In an instant they were gone.
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That’s it for the Prologue. If I get enough GOOD Reviews I will post the next chapter. No FLAMES Please. No one is perfect so if you don’t like any part of this then QUIT READING!!!! I can’t please everyone you know.