Living in the Past made her Future by Nobbalee
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“Granger, Hermione,” he watched ever so carefully as a bushy haired, brown eyed witch walked timidly, not at all like the Hermione he knew, up to the rickety four legged stool and sat down.

He watched as McGonagall put the old, frail, patched and rugged hat on top of her brown locks, brown locks that were soon going to be tamed into beautiful soft curls, as he knew they would.

He knew long before the hat was placed on her head the she would be placed in Gryffindor, the bravest of all houses, the word brave lingered in his mind, brave, if he was to describe her in one word that would be it, sure, intelligent, nice, wonderful, bossy, annoying (sometimes) and sweet all came to mind, but brave, brave would top them all.

She was brave when she stood up for him, she was brave when he yelled at her, she was brave when she yelled at him…she was brave when they first made love, she was brave when she told him she wanted to have a child “ his child no less and she was brave when she was having his child, he looked back at the memory…

“Severus,” she took a sharp intake of breath as pain flooded through her lower body.

“You need to push miss,” came the frantic voice of the medii care witch, “your baby is coming.”

“Yes I am very well aware of that,” Hermione snapped at her. “Don’t you dare come aaarrrrrr.” Severus realised that the last sentence was directed to him and not to the witch that was trying desperately to calm her down.

“Push miss, no talking, you need your energy.”

“I know bloody well what to do, and don’t you bloody tell me what I need,’ came Hermione’s response.

Hermione yelled at Severus again, she was determined to get her sentence out.

“Near me bloody well ever again,”

Severus said nothing; just let her take an even tighter grip on his numbing hand.

“Miss, push, just push,” came the medii care witches pleading voice.

“I have been bloody well pushing for the past eight hours, I have no push left.”

“But there is not long to go now miss, I can see the head,” Severus noted that the medii care witch was so calm with Hermione yelling at her every two seconds. He had been out of the room three times to rid him self of his headache that had, moments ago started up again, he could no longer move from the room, because the beauty that was holding his hand, was holding a grip too tight and he was loosing his circulation.

“Push, miss, push.”

“Shut up,” yelled Hermione. “I know very well what I have to do so stop telling me,”

“Just the shoulders to go miss, one more push,” said the medii care witch, ignoring what Hermione was yelling.

Hermione looked into Severus eyes as he looked back into hers.

“I cant,” she told him in barley a whisper.

“Yes you can Hermione, I know you can, you know you can, you are a fighter, not someone who gives up,” it was one of the fewer words that he had spoken to her all night.

She nodded, and with his words of encouragement, pushed out the child that was giving her so much pain.

It was over for her now, the pain was gone, Severus could just see the relief in her beautiful, honey, brown eyes.

“Look at your beautiful baby boy miss,” said the medii care witch, with a smile showing Hermione a little face poking out of a bundle of blankets. How the hell she could smile after being yelled at so many times Severus never knew.

For the first time that night, Hermione smiled.

“My name is Hermione, not miss,” she said taking the bundle of blankets.

“Hermione, that is a nice name, my nieces name is Hermione and my name is Jullie,’ she said intruding herself.

Hermione smiled a polite smile and looked over at Severus as Jullie slipped quietly form the room.

“Look he’s owes,” she said looking down at the child in her arms.

Severus moved closer to the bed, he realised that he had moved back a fraction since Tristen had been born, he also realised that the numbness in his had was slowly returning back to normal.

He took a better look at the child that was his.

After Severus took in the beautiful features of his baby boy, he looked at Hermione, he could only see the top of her head, but when she looked up at him, he stared into her beautiful brown eyes, mesmerised by them.

“Tristen has your eyes,” he said quietly to her as he picked up her hand in his, brought it to his lips and kissed it. “You don’t know how much I love you.” Hermione rally ever got to hear those three simple words coming from his mouth, so there for, when he did say it, it was like a blessing. She was speechless.

Just then a blinding flash of light illuminated one half of the dark room, Hermione, and Severus looked up, surprised that there was any other sign of movement in the room beside them selves. Tristen meanwhile let out a little cry, but he quietened down after one spat. The room quickly travelled into the depth of the darkness once more.

When Severus eyes had adjusted from the light flash going on so quickly, then turning into darkness straight away, he found that Jullie was behind it all, she stood there with a camera in both her hands to keep a steady grip on it and to keep it from falling to the ground, smashing it into many thousands of tiny pieces, for it did look very old.

“Sorry,” they herd her say, “but I think that a photo lasts for ever.” She brought the old camera up to her left eye, and snapped another shot. A blinding light and a flash later Jullie had managed to take another photo of their surprised faces. “It would help if you smiled,’ she added with a smile on her face as well.

Hermione immediately smiled at Jullie’s request, but Severus, not really the one for photos, had a small turn up of the lips, he did not smile because of the camera that was threatening to take photos, but of the fact that, for once in his life, he was happy, just the way he was, together with Hermione and Tristen.

“Great,” said Jullie after she had taken the photo, and with a happy smile she left the room. Severus thought that maybe she was off to find other victims to take photos of.

Hermione groggy looked up at Severus, before handing him their child and closing her eyes to go to sleep, Severus did not blame her for wanting to, she must have been very tired after all that.

He held his child in his arms and after about two minutes, Tristen was snoring softly.

Jullie entered the room about three minutes later, and upon realising that Hermione was asleep whispered something to Severus.

“Here,” she whispered “the photos that I took -” and before she could say or do anything more Hermione asked a sleepily question.

“How much?” she whispered.

What, what, what? Thought Severus, he was certainly not going to pay for them when he did not ask Jullie to take them.

“Hermione, go back to sleep, you need it, the photos are on me, but I will get a copy for myself,” she added as a statement “ not as a question. Good, thought Severus stubbornly. I was not going to pay for them anyway, even though he knew that he would if Hermione asked him.

“Have some chicken Severus,” floated a voice to the left of him, in a voice that demanded the sentence he just said, not asked it.

“Hu?” asked Severus.

“She is getting suspicious, you have been staring at her for the past ten minutes,” said Dumbeldore, pushing the plate of chicken towards him and loading it’s contents onto the plate in front of Severus himself. “At least you’re not drinking any coffee,” he grinned at his own joke. Severus realised then that he was not in the quite room with Hermione and his child, but in the great hall, where there was no Jullie talking photos, no sleeping Hermione and no Tristen in his arms, but where the chatter was as loud as a screaming Mandrake.

‘Coffee does not go will with chicken,’ Severus snarled, took the food Albus had piled onto his plate, and started picking at it with his fork.

Albus must have noticed this because he had a comment to say on the topic; Severus noted that the headmaster always had a comment to say on any topic.

“You must eat something Severus, you have got classes in the morning.”

“Don’t reminded me,” Severus said, then finely he took a bite of his food.

Albus cracked a grin before saying the very thing that was making him grin. “Just think of all the mean things you can say to her and all of her little friends.”

Severus was on the verge of hitting the man as hard as he could on the head with his fist, but he could loose a job that way, so he refrained himself from doing so, instead he mentioned something.

“Your rubbing the fact that I love someone in my face aren’t you?”

“Why yes of cause Severus, can’t blame a man for having a little fun, don’t you think?”

Severus ignored that comment and went back to picking at his food.

Quirrell started muttering in his ear and Severus, being who he was, decided to block him out, it was bad enough having the headmaster talking and cracking, what he called ‘jokes’ next to him all the time.

All though Severus wanted to be at the end of the table, somehow, he got plastered between two of the most annoying people at Hogwarts, he thought about that thought for a while, I’ll take that back, ALL staff that go to Hogwarts are annoying.

“S-S-Snape, Snape, are you even l-listening to me?” Came Quirrell’s annoying voice.

“Oh, for goodness sake, what is it the hell you want?” Severus patience got the better of him. He looked over to see Quirrell speechless and in shock.

After a while Severus went back to eating his chicken, thinking that Quirrell would not have the guts to speak to him again, but he was wrong.

“I-I just wanted to t-tell you about…” He started to babble on about something or other, Severus did not know, nor did he care.

“Snape, a-are you going to l-listen to me, or n-not?” came the angary voice of Quirrell. If you call that angary thought Snape, he rolled his eyes. For goodness sake, how annoying can one man get? He asked himself. Maybe if I put a silencing charm on him…

“W-Well, are you?” He was impatient now.

“I am listening Quirrell,” just not taking in anything you say. Severus was about to tell him this piece of information, when he was so rudely interrupted.

“Good, well then, y-you see…” Blah, blah, blah, do the students even learn anything from him; I know I certainly would not.

Severus tried to look as interested as he could, he nodded his head a few time as if to agree with whatever Quirrell was saying, but his memories got in the way and he went to look over at her young, but still beautiful face, instead he got an eye full of Potter’s, not what he was expecting.

Severus, forgetting all about his earlier intentions, took advantage of the situation and looked at Potter straight in the eye, just to give him a bit of a scare, and when Potter looked away he held his hand to his head, and gasped in pain, Severus wondered if he was the cause of such things, oh well, who cares about the boy anyway.

Severus looked back at the blubbering Professor, to find that he was not blubbering at all, but was looking in the direction that Severus himself was looking just a minute ago “ at Potter.

Severus cleared his throat to get Quirrell back to talking about nothing important and must have done so a little to loud then he expected, for suddenly a lot of people where looking at him.

“Are you feeling alright my friend?” came the mocking voice of Albus. “Maybe you should go to your chambers, take a long swig of sleeping drought and catch up on your zzzzzzzz’s, after all you need all the strength you can get, you have classes to teach tomorrow, first years to teach tomorrow,” he added with a grin.

Severus sighed a sigh of relief.

“Anything to get away from s-s-s-stuttering Quirrell,” said Severus as he stood up, glad that the head master was dismissing him, and headed down to his chambers but not before taking one more look at Hermione Jane Granger.