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Missing You	By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 5561 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***DISCLAIMER****
All characters belong to JK Rowling, she can even have the Snapelets if
she so desires.

The saga continues�

�Hope you enjoy it instead of flaming me to death.

P.S. Has ANYONE out there ever thought there was a
resemblance �tween Snape & Trent Reznor? Jus� wonderin��

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After crying herself to sleep
curled around the photo album, Hermione woke to utter silence in the rooms that
had, until just recently, been filled with laughter and love. She stumbled to the lavatory and washed up
quickly, knowing that the Headmaster would want her report on the previous
evenings�activities.

She passed Minerva on her way up
from the dungeon level but missed the questioning look her fellow teacher gave
her. The Transfiguration Mistress called
after her.

�Hermione? Hermione!�

She turned, feeling leaden. �Yes?�

Minerva touched her arm. �Have you� have you seen�.� She trailed off
uncertainly.

Hermione glared back at her. �Have I seen�who? SEVERUS? Well, no, I have NOT seen him since he took
Tessa and Sal to safety and they were all KILLED by Death Eaters!� She snarled, feeling the tears begin to fall
anew. A faint sense of satisfaction
spread through her at the sight of Minerva�s shocked face. �You never did like him, did you? Just
a Slytherin
who should have had the grace to die friendless and alone but instead he
managed to marry a Gryffindor and
give her children!� She was on a rant and couldn�t seem to stop screaming. �He gave his life to protect his son and daughter, you barren old ninny!�

Minerva McGonagall stared,
slack-jawed in shock. She let the young
witch exhaust herself, and then stepped forward to embrace her. Hermione sagged against her and howled her
grief into her older colleague�s robes.

�I�m so sorry, Minerva, I didn�t
mean it,� she mumbled, wiping her eyes as she finally stepped away. �It�s just that� I expect them to come
walking through the Great Hall any moment, but I know that they never
will.�

Minerva kindly helped her
recover some measure of composure, such as it was. As she handed Hermione�s stole back to her,
she began to talk softly. �Well,
Hermione, when you two first began displaying interest in one another, I
thought it was just a student-teacher infatuation. I felt that Severus would do better paying
attention to his cauldrons than to one of his 16 year old students, and I�m
sure you recall that Albus and I put a watch on the pair of you to make sure
nothing came from your mutual admiration.
Goodness, we even had to post a watch on you during your holidays! Of course I knew that Severus wouldn�t
actually attempt anything until you were of age, but still, it was touch and go
there for a time. Slytherin isn�t a
House best known for patience, after all.
The only way we knew that your feelings for each other were in fact real
love was by Albus using Legilimancy on both of you.�

She sniffed, handing the younger
witch a hairclip. �Myself, I�m shocked
Severus allowed it, but then, I never knew what that man was about to do, even
if he gave me a month�s notice of it!�

The talk had soothed Hermione
slightly and she managed a shaky smile.
�He actually did visit me
during my hols, Minerva. But he was
always a gentleman.�

Minerva�s eyes widened. �What?
How?�

�No offense, Minerva, but you
should know that what a Slytherin wants, he gets. You�re not the only one gifted at
Transfiguration.� Hermione�s balance was
restored, and even through her grief she couldn�t resist one more barb. �James Potter and Peter Pettigrew weren�t the
only un-registered animagi, either.�

�WHAT?�

Hermione resumed walking towards
the Headmaster�s office but tossed off over her shoulder, �Remember that
gorgeous white horse with the black mane that I got for my 17^th
birthday?�

Her colleague gaped
incredulously.

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Dumbledore
embraced her without a word, almost ruining her hard-won composure. �Child, I am so sorry,� he murmured, clasping
her tightly. She pulled free
immediately, running her hands over her hair as she stepped back.

�I just� came to see if you
needed any help sorting things out, is all, Professor Dumbledore. The parents should be notified � it was the sorting ceremony that was
interrupted, after all. The wards need
to be re-checked and strengthened, and what about Harry? I heard that he took on � you-know-who last
night, but I don�t know what really happened.�
She stared over his shoulder at Fawkes, who crooned soothingly at
her.

The Headmaster straightened his
robes slowly as he replied. �Yes, yes�
Harry did indeed confront Voldemort, and vanquished him at last. The wizarding world can now breathe a sigh of
relief, as the remaining Death Eaters were captured and taken to Azkaban. Professor McGonagall and I were up all night
notifying parents of the events that transpired, and the bodies of the poor
students caught in the cross-fire have been returned to their families.� He reached out and touched her shoulder. �I saw how you helped save the first-years
from Lucius Malfoy, and am forever in your debt for preserving the next
generation of witches and wizards.�

She flinched back from the
touch. �A lot of good that did my
family.�

Albus looked at her seriously. �Severus would have been very proud of you,
Hermione.�

Her eyes filled with tears
again. �I miss him so much. I miss him and I miss our children. We had such high hopes for them�� She blinked back the tears and cleared her
throat loudly. �What would you like me
to start on, sir?� She firmly put aside
her grief to concentrate on the hard work of rebuilding the school and the
morale of all within it. He smiled sadly
and took her lead, refraining to speak of her loss.

The days passed and with them
weeks, months, and years. Hermione took
over as Potions Mistress so she could be near something that reminded her of
Severus Snape � when in the dungeons, she felt as if he were, somehow, near
her. Repressing her grief (by way of a
special potion she had researched) for her lost loved ones took its toll and
her usually ebullient nature gave way to an unusually serious as well as stern
manner � students stepped as lightly around Madam Snape as ever they had around
her late husband. Dumbledore brought
Professor Slughorn back to serve as Head of Slytherin, and a string of
substitutes were brought in to teach Hermione�s former class, Muggle
Studies. The rooms she had shared with
Severus and their children were sealed (with an anti-dust charm employed) according
to her wishes, and she moved to a tiny cell-like room with enough space for a
cot and her robes. On the anniversary of
their deaths as well as births, she would unseal their old rooms and sit there
in silence the entire day � the rest of the school knew that on these four
days, she was not to be disturbed for any reason. She folded and unfolded the spare robes and
suits Severus kept, finally hanging them all back up as she had found them, and
rearranged the twins� room time and time again.
What might they look like, if they were alive? Would they be as tall as their father, or as
lamentably short as she was herself?
Would they be strong, and smart, and funny, and kind�.? She missed her babies.

And Severus. Her tall, handsome husband with long black
hair that continually got in his eyes � he always refused to let her cut it,
saying �You are terrifying around a
paring knife, let alone a pair of scissors.
If it gets too long, I can deal with it myself.� How she had enjoyed running her fingers
through the black silk as he made love to her.
Even when terrorizing first years, which happened with great frequency,
she had found him irresistible. They had
overcome so much, just to be together� coming from a family background that was
loveless at best and not having friends when growing up had made her husband
grow into a hard, callous individual.
She had shown him what love really was when she was just a fifth year
and such a relationship was forbidden, but he had been patient and waited for
her to come of age before making any advances.
They had married as soon as she had graduated at the top of her class,
and the twins came into their life, almost exactly nine months after their
wedding night.

Her life, once so full and
joyous, was reduced to ash�many a time she considered suicide, but knew that
she should live for Severus, that it was what he would want.

Her life, such as it was, went
on.

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Professor Severus Snape woke
up. Darkness surrounded him as he stood
and looked around, not recognizing where he was. Thin wailing startled him, and memory came to
him in a rush. The wards coming down
outside Hogwarts. Grabbing Contessa and
Salazar to take them to safety. The Dark
Mark outside the safe house. Crabbe and
Goyle.

He looked around wildly, black
hair swinging as he located the source of the noise. Vaulting over a piece of rubble that had not
been there before, he fell to his knees beside his very scared son and
daughter. �Daddy,� they sobbed, reaching
out for him. He clasped them tightly,
kissing their foreheads.

�It�s all right, I�ve got you,
it�s okay�.� He whispered, soothing them.
Two sets of eyes, one brown and one as black as his, looked up at him
trustingly as he brushed back their tangled black hair and searched them for
injuries. None found, he lifted them
each onto a hip and began to get his bearings� where was he? He saw the Shrieking Shack up ahead, a little
worse for wear, but everything else was� different. The twins, comforted at last, drifted off to
sleep in his arms as he walked around.
Finding an empty house, he went inside and bundled his sleeping children
up into his robes and frock coat, murmuring a warming spell over them. He set a charm over the house to warn him of
any attempted entry and set a ward around Sal and Tessa so they would not be
seen by any save himself.

Striding outside again, he set
yet another spell to protect the little ones and then walked back to where he
had awakened, thinking hard. Crabbe and
Goyle. He recalled them confronting him,
and sending a spell his way� but what was it?
He had heard the first part, �Avada,� and simply assumed they were
working The Spell. But he was still
alive, as were his children. What had
happened? He turned his head to look
back at the house that the smallest Snapes still slept in, and as he did, he
felt something at his neck. Looking
down, he saw what it was, and held it up to catch the moonlight.

Could it be..? Yes, it was.
Hermione�s Time Turner that she had flung over his head as he had turned
to go. He had forgotten about it in the
need to get Tessa and Sal to safety.
Holding it closer to his face, he saw that there was something�not right
about it. His wife, having had to use it
so often, had put a small dial on it with numbers so she wouldn�t cause a time
paradox and run into herself. It was
stuck on the number 9. But in an odd
position � usually the dial was on the other
side of the numbers. He studied it
carefully, slipping the cord from around his neck, and finally figured out the
reason. There was the tiniest of scorch
marks where the dial joined the gold on the Turner�somehow the blast from
Goyle�s wand had struck it and forced it off and under the track, and in the
process, activated it.

But if it was active, how did
his children arrive here with him? The chain hadn�t been around their necks, he
had been shielding them when the spell struck.
Then it hit him; the last word of
the spell that was used against them. It
hadn�t been �Kedavra,� it had been �Kedarva.� That idiot never could get
incantations right, he thought to himself with a sense of overwhelming relief
so great he felt dizzy.

But that still didn�t explain
what happened. What kind of incantation
was �Avada Kedarva?� A linking spell of some kind, he
reasoned. It had to be. That left one remaining question: Where the HELL were they?

He had to get back to Hogwarts.

Retrieving the still-sleeping
twins, he walked down the path that had always led from the Shrieking Shack to
the school. He noticed that the Whomping
Willow seemed a bit larger, but dismissed it from his mind � in his opinion,
not that they ever asked him, the tree should have been reduced to firewood
long ago. Having a near-death experience
at the hands, or was it branches? of a homicidal tree was not inductive to
endear him to the damned thing. Hermione
thought it was hilarious, of course, when he had told her what had happened
when James Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin decided to play a trick on him
when he was still a student. The thought
of his tiny wife made him lengthen his stride, anxious to see her and make sure
she was alright.

Giving the tree (the murderous
bastard) a wide berth, he walked around it and stared in shock at the castle
that lay before him. There were several
mall buildings on the grounds that hadn�t been there before, an extra tower
stood in scaffolding, and the wards were different. The realization hit him� whenever Hermione
had used the Time Turner, she had used it to go backwards in time, in time that
she had already been in. When Goyle�s
curse had struck him, the backwash of the spell is what had bound his children
to him. It had struck the Turner at just
the right angle to activate it and send him�.9 years into the future.

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A/N: Oooohhhhh, isn�t THIS development
interesting! Okay, this might be cheesy,
but I thought it might have some potential (you only live to write AFF once!) The rest of the story is still coming, and
the lemons along with it� I�ve gotten the big �explaining� part out of the way,
which is why this chappy was so darn long! More soon, promise.
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