Bound to Happen
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
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11,806
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31
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0
Currently Reading:
3
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Bound to Happen
Author's Notes: This story was written as an entry for the Variety Challenge over at Potter Place. As my first participation in a challenge, winning Honorable Mention for Best Chaptered Fic has been unbelievably exciting! I send my profound appreciation to Southernwitch69, apisa_b, snapesslavegirl, sweetflag, silverdoe, fizzabella, and beaweasley2 for all of their hard work and dedication.
-Thank you to my excellent beta, Madbrilliant! She has been silently correcting this story since February, unable to claim the credit she deserves.
“Severus… you’re acting—strange.”
Unable to ignore his wife’s genuine concern any longer, Severus Snape turned sharply, nearly knocking over a short, old witch who’d tried to squeeze through the narrow doorway without rubbing against the front of his robes.
“No! NO, don’t touch them!” the woman shrieked, waving her hands at the books scattered on the floor.
Snape rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek to mind his temper. Forgetting why’d he turned around and caused a ruckus in the first place, Snape leaned against the window display to continue his search.
“Severus,” Hermione hissed in reprimand, pulling him away from the door. “You’ve been hovering around me all day. You hate waiting for me when I shop for books.”
Pulling himself to his full height, Snape straightened his teaching robes over his shoulders and glared down at her. But before he was able to complete the full effect, his attention strayed back towards the door. “I don’t hate anything you do… You can certainly become insufferably irritating at times…”
“Then go to the Apothecary like you always do.”
Snape had been too preoccupied with eyeing everyone who’d passed by the shop window that he hadn’t comprehended what she’d just said.
He didn’t want to anger his wife, but he couldn’t ignore the danger today could bring. He’d dreaded this very day his entire life with the cursed awareness of knowing exactly what consequences were brought about and how it all would finish off. Snape knew he had a role to play, but he was determined to change history nonetheless.
The very idea of leaving Hermione, alone… His hand instinctively reached for his wand as past memories unwillingly accumulated in his mind.
“Severus? Severus, I’m speaking to you!”
He had meant to turn around and soothe his wife’s irritation in the way he only knew how.
But at that moment Snape recognized him.
Without a backward glance or a word of reassurance to Hermione, he threw open the shop door and ran down the street in chase.
*** *** ***
Severus Snape was in trouble.
Serious, catastrophic trouble.
He’d barely been employed at Hogwarts for less than three years, and already he’d succumbed to his horrid habit of ‘investigating’ mysteries that were never his business in the first place.
And he’d promised Dumbledore never again. That incident with the filthy werewolf… Severus groaned to himself, wishing away unwanted memories with a hard clench of his eyes. He should have learned. He should have known better.
Dumbledore was going to sack him for sure.
Eyeing one unfamiliar face after another, Severus yanked at his hood until his entire face was masked in shadow. He shouldn’t be out on the open street like this. Sweat beaded along his hairline as the sensation of overexposure plagued him. He hadn’t felt this—threatened—since he’d been a servant for the Dark Lord.
It hadn’t taken Severus very long to comprehend the magnitude of his predicament. He’d obtained a vague impression as to what Dumbledore’s contraption could do. It just fascinated him was all. Severus merely wanted to get a closer look at the object that’d been created under such intensely guarded secrecy.
Maybe if Dumbledore hadn’t enlightened Severus that he’d been forbidden by the Ministry to continue experimenting on the creation of such an object, Severus wouldn’t have been so tempted to test it out.
He rolled his eyes and snorted. Wouldn’t Dumbledore be ecstatic to know his experiment was a success? But come Monday morning, the old man would know once Severus failed to show up for lecture and once he realized something exceedingly valuable was missing from his office.
Hovering in the doorway of an abandoned shop, the young wizard warily glanced around Diagon Alley—at least, what he assumed was future Diagon Alley—before tugging the wretched chain out of his cloak. Turning Dumbledore’s invention over in his fingers, Severus gathered that it was relatively unharmed from such a journey.
A mighty gust of icy wind fluttered Severus' voluminous black robes. His vision pulled away from the delicate contraption in his fingers to glace at the rubbish collecting around his feet. Inhaling sharply, Severus lunged for the parchment he recognized to be the Daily Prophet.
With shaking fingers, he eyed the heading in search of the one thing that would prove his suspicions true no matter how much he wished them to be false.
His hands widened in his disbelief. The paper fell carelessly back to the ground after he’d read, “21st of December, 2001.”
“No…”
And then Severus ran, not knowing where he was going and totally unconcerned with whom he knocked over in his haste. The need for immediate action surged through him, viciously sending his legs bustling in speed before he grasped a fraction of a plan leading towards a solution.
He didn’t even understand how this damned thing dangling around his neck got him here, never mind figuring out how it could send him back.
Severus knew that the only person who possessed the answers was Dumbledore. But the idea of confronting the very man whom he’d just stolen from terrified him.
Preoccupied by his senseless ramblings, Severus didn’t take care where his boots landed. One steel toe touched down upon frosted blackness for less than a second before the ice rejected his footing. Accepting the inevitability of his fall, Severus wrapped his hands around his ears, shielding his skull from cracking on the pavement.
But he never reached the ground.
The young man was fiercely grabbed behind the neck by his robes and thrust back into the standing position.
Someone very strong—and very angry—was shoving him into the darkness of an alley.
“What the fuck? Get the hell off me you—”
“Shut up, boy!” The voice that hissed in his ear was ripe with threat and yet eerily familiar.
“What do you think you’re—LET GO!” Severus planted his feet, resisting the will of his attacker.
“You arrogant, witless, pathetic excuse of a Hogwarts instructor! Dumbledore was mad to trust you unequivocally! You were not ready… ”
Severus froze, all will in the fight gone. “How did you kno—”
Reaching the end of the alley, the man finally released Severus only to roughly yank him at the shoulder. He violently whirled around, his back shoved against the brick wall behind him.
His breathing quickened at the feel of a wand pressed painfully under his jaw.
“I’m going to warn you and only warn you once. I will try to help send you back to your time—I remember how it was done. But if you lay one pre-pubescent hand on my wife, I will kill you where you stand.”
The wizard was mad.
“Why the fuck would I want to touch your ruddy old—” But the words died on Severus' tongue. Finally glancing up to send a venomous glare at his subjugator, he could only blink, exceptionally stunned to acknowledge the impossible.
The older wizard’s face altered grotesquely, brow creased, black eyes narrowed and gleaming with hatred. It was truly a frightening sight… but a familiar sight nonetheless. The sallow complexion and sharp cheekbones. The black eyes and lifeless, greasy hair.
The nose.
Severus finally comprehended the identity of this middle-aged man in relation to himself.
“Your… wife?” A devious smirk spread across his jaw. Jerking his hair out of his face, Severus drawled, “Kill me and you will never live to have a wife-will you?”
The older man blanched, obviously comprehending the enormity of his mistake.
Prompt used for story, as written by Sweetflag:
9. Hello, It's Me
a. Snape has a Time-turner, and he 'bumps' into a later/earlier self as he's going about his day-to-day business. What happens next? What do they get up to? Does one Snape get the option to rest and have fun? Or do they share in the pains and struggles? Do they offer each other moral support? Does Snape become far too reliant upon this illegal Time-Turner activity, and does another Order member have to help 'wean him off' himself? Do they do other... more lascivious things :D ? Does Snape use this function to save himself in the Shrieking Shack? etc.
-Thank you to my excellent beta, Madbrilliant! She has been silently correcting this story since February, unable to claim the credit she deserves.
“Severus… you’re acting—strange.”
Unable to ignore his wife’s genuine concern any longer, Severus Snape turned sharply, nearly knocking over a short, old witch who’d tried to squeeze through the narrow doorway without rubbing against the front of his robes.
“No! NO, don’t touch them!” the woman shrieked, waving her hands at the books scattered on the floor.
Snape rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek to mind his temper. Forgetting why’d he turned around and caused a ruckus in the first place, Snape leaned against the window display to continue his search.
“Severus,” Hermione hissed in reprimand, pulling him away from the door. “You’ve been hovering around me all day. You hate waiting for me when I shop for books.”
Pulling himself to his full height, Snape straightened his teaching robes over his shoulders and glared down at her. But before he was able to complete the full effect, his attention strayed back towards the door. “I don’t hate anything you do… You can certainly become insufferably irritating at times…”
“Then go to the Apothecary like you always do.”
Snape had been too preoccupied with eyeing everyone who’d passed by the shop window that he hadn’t comprehended what she’d just said.
He didn’t want to anger his wife, but he couldn’t ignore the danger today could bring. He’d dreaded this very day his entire life with the cursed awareness of knowing exactly what consequences were brought about and how it all would finish off. Snape knew he had a role to play, but he was determined to change history nonetheless.
The very idea of leaving Hermione, alone… His hand instinctively reached for his wand as past memories unwillingly accumulated in his mind.
“Severus? Severus, I’m speaking to you!”
He had meant to turn around and soothe his wife’s irritation in the way he only knew how.
But at that moment Snape recognized him.
Without a backward glance or a word of reassurance to Hermione, he threw open the shop door and ran down the street in chase.
Severus Snape was in trouble.
Serious, catastrophic trouble.
He’d barely been employed at Hogwarts for less than three years, and already he’d succumbed to his horrid habit of ‘investigating’ mysteries that were never his business in the first place.
And he’d promised Dumbledore never again. That incident with the filthy werewolf… Severus groaned to himself, wishing away unwanted memories with a hard clench of his eyes. He should have learned. He should have known better.
Dumbledore was going to sack him for sure.
Eyeing one unfamiliar face after another, Severus yanked at his hood until his entire face was masked in shadow. He shouldn’t be out on the open street like this. Sweat beaded along his hairline as the sensation of overexposure plagued him. He hadn’t felt this—threatened—since he’d been a servant for the Dark Lord.
It hadn’t taken Severus very long to comprehend the magnitude of his predicament. He’d obtained a vague impression as to what Dumbledore’s contraption could do. It just fascinated him was all. Severus merely wanted to get a closer look at the object that’d been created under such intensely guarded secrecy.
Maybe if Dumbledore hadn’t enlightened Severus that he’d been forbidden by the Ministry to continue experimenting on the creation of such an object, Severus wouldn’t have been so tempted to test it out.
He rolled his eyes and snorted. Wouldn’t Dumbledore be ecstatic to know his experiment was a success? But come Monday morning, the old man would know once Severus failed to show up for lecture and once he realized something exceedingly valuable was missing from his office.
Hovering in the doorway of an abandoned shop, the young wizard warily glanced around Diagon Alley—at least, what he assumed was future Diagon Alley—before tugging the wretched chain out of his cloak. Turning Dumbledore’s invention over in his fingers, Severus gathered that it was relatively unharmed from such a journey.
A mighty gust of icy wind fluttered Severus' voluminous black robes. His vision pulled away from the delicate contraption in his fingers to glace at the rubbish collecting around his feet. Inhaling sharply, Severus lunged for the parchment he recognized to be the Daily Prophet.
With shaking fingers, he eyed the heading in search of the one thing that would prove his suspicions true no matter how much he wished them to be false.
His hands widened in his disbelief. The paper fell carelessly back to the ground after he’d read, “21st of December, 2001.”
“No…”
And then Severus ran, not knowing where he was going and totally unconcerned with whom he knocked over in his haste. The need for immediate action surged through him, viciously sending his legs bustling in speed before he grasped a fraction of a plan leading towards a solution.
He didn’t even understand how this damned thing dangling around his neck got him here, never mind figuring out how it could send him back.
Severus knew that the only person who possessed the answers was Dumbledore. But the idea of confronting the very man whom he’d just stolen from terrified him.
Preoccupied by his senseless ramblings, Severus didn’t take care where his boots landed. One steel toe touched down upon frosted blackness for less than a second before the ice rejected his footing. Accepting the inevitability of his fall, Severus wrapped his hands around his ears, shielding his skull from cracking on the pavement.
But he never reached the ground.
The young man was fiercely grabbed behind the neck by his robes and thrust back into the standing position.
Someone very strong—and very angry—was shoving him into the darkness of an alley.
“What the fuck? Get the hell off me you—”
“Shut up, boy!” The voice that hissed in his ear was ripe with threat and yet eerily familiar.
“What do you think you’re—LET GO!” Severus planted his feet, resisting the will of his attacker.
“You arrogant, witless, pathetic excuse of a Hogwarts instructor! Dumbledore was mad to trust you unequivocally! You were not ready… ”
Severus froze, all will in the fight gone. “How did you kno—”
Reaching the end of the alley, the man finally released Severus only to roughly yank him at the shoulder. He violently whirled around, his back shoved against the brick wall behind him.
His breathing quickened at the feel of a wand pressed painfully under his jaw.
“I’m going to warn you and only warn you once. I will try to help send you back to your time—I remember how it was done. But if you lay one pre-pubescent hand on my wife, I will kill you where you stand.”
The wizard was mad.
“Why the fuck would I want to touch your ruddy old—” But the words died on Severus' tongue. Finally glancing up to send a venomous glare at his subjugator, he could only blink, exceptionally stunned to acknowledge the impossible.
The older wizard’s face altered grotesquely, brow creased, black eyes narrowed and gleaming with hatred. It was truly a frightening sight… but a familiar sight nonetheless. The sallow complexion and sharp cheekbones. The black eyes and lifeless, greasy hair.
The nose.
Severus finally comprehended the identity of this middle-aged man in relation to himself.
“Your… wife?” A devious smirk spread across his jaw. Jerking his hair out of his face, Severus drawled, “Kill me and you will never live to have a wife-will you?”
The older man blanched, obviously comprehending the enormity of his mistake.
Prompt used for story, as written by Sweetflag:
9. Hello, It's Me
a. Snape has a Time-turner, and he 'bumps' into a later/earlier self as he's going about his day-to-day business. What happens next? What do they get up to? Does one Snape get the option to rest and have fun? Or do they share in the pains and struggles? Do they offer each other moral support? Does Snape become far too reliant upon this illegal Time-Turner activity, and does another Order member have to help 'wean him off' himself? Do they do other... more lascivious things :D ? Does Snape use this function to save himself in the Shrieking Shack? etc.