Groundhog Day the Bat: Part 1 Title: Groundhog Day the bat
Raiting: 12
Pairing: Severus Snape / Hermione Granger
Content: Severus seen time and again the same day.
Disclaimer: All characters belong, places and spells JK Rowling. Groundhog Day the Bat: Part 1 From one moment to the other, he opened his eyes. Only a grayish glow illuminated the room through the tiny slit between the thick brocade curtains and gave up just enough that he knew where he was. His eyes fell on the old clock right next to him on the small bedside table. It was six clock in the morning. He would need not look, his body clock had deceived him before. With one bound he got up and dressed, to then go into the adjoining room.
The table in the living room was already covered with a cup of coffee and the current edition of the Daily Prophet. "Ohm pardon, Professor, Sir. Winky is not that you are awake. Winky will disappear immediately, Sir, Professor, Sir, "said the little elf. She folded nor the cloak, he had thrown on the eve of his favorite lounge chair, and then disappeared with a soft plop.
Snape walked over to the table. He pulled his chair sullenly to the side, sat down and opened with one hand, the paper said. His gaze wandered over the headlines, while his other hand reached for the coffee cup and you unerringly to his lips and just when he felt the smooth porcelain cup disappeared the feeling of his lips. The handle of the coffee cup was broken and the cup together with scalding hot contents landed on his lap. He gritted his teeth and suppressed the scream that stuck in his throat. Between the thumb and index finger he was still holding down the handle and threw it annoyed the newspaper.
his first coffee today he would probably have to enjoy in the great hall, a steep frown sat up at the thought between his eyebrows. He got up and cleaned his clothes stained with a wave of his wand, threw himself on the long cloak and rushed through the door.
The great hall was quite empty at this hour. Only a few early risers were already sitting at the tables and enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast. Snape had just sat down and poured a cup of coffee than a smoky voice roused him from his thoughts. "Good morning, Severus," said Trelawney, and sat straight in addition to their grumpy colleagues.
He had looked up not once, and instead took a swig from his cup. "I have seen a very painful death in your near future," gushed on his cranky neighbor table. "It will happen very soon, my dear. A tragic accident magic potion, Who would have thought that sometimes fails YOU a drink. "While Trelawney told him the details of his imminent death, he permit himself to let his gaze grind a little. Flitwick listlessly poking around on his plate and Hagrid ate a pancake in a pattern that looked suspiciously like a dragon.
"Good morning, Severus," Dumbledore he heard behind him, took over the place in the middle of the table, right next to him. "You will give me please the maple syrup?", He asked the school principal. Snape gave him the pot without a word, and he not take his eyes from the Daily Prophet was that he had now opened again. "If something interesting in it," asked Dumbledore.
"I have not found anything yet," Snape said and held the newspaper towards his old friend, who accepted them with a friendly nod.
"excuse me, I have yet to make preparations for my teaching," Snape said, and left the table with these words.
***
piece he walked through the corridor. How could he just forgot the time. He quickened his pace once again, but his mind wandered again and again to this Gegenstand ab, den er für Dumbledore untersuchen sollte. Erst als er das Klassenzimmer am anderen Ende des Korridors erreicht hatte, zwang er sich, an die bevorstehende Stunde zu denken.
Er öffnete barsch die Tür und ließ sie laut wieder ins Schloss fallen. Das nervöse zusammenzucken, das wie eine Welle durch den Raum ging befriedigte ihn und die ängstlichen Gesichter in der ersten Reihe ließen seine Laune ein wenig ansteigen. Mit einem Schwung seines Zauberstabs erschien eine kurze Aufschrift an der Tafel. „Sie werden heut den Munganustrank brauen“, sagte er und blickte auf eine Reihe regloser Gesichter, während He points to the blackboard on which to the regret of the students not to read the recipe was, but only the name of the potion, "You remember hopefully in this chapter? They will work in pairs. Please take the necessary ingredients. "Snape sat at his desk and grabbed out his book on Aztec artifacts, which he had previously taken out of the library.
"Heermiine" whispered Ron to meet her after a while and looked at once again lurking at Snape, but they ignored her. Even Hermione looked up briefly and then Snape so engrossed in his book seemed unusually daring they turn around and looked at her friend questioningly. "You have to help us," Ron said pleadingly, "We are stuck at the Troll roots and do not know what comes next," he tried to explain the problem, while Harry shrugged his shoulders ignorant to what was said to confirm.
She seemed to hesitate a moment, but then she sat back down and went through the prepared ingredients. "The lupines have to be ground. It's not enough just to hack it, "she whispered, and gave the chopped flowers in the mortar. "Then you give it to the boiler and" A loud bang was behind her she can shoot like lightning back to her own table.
Snape had also jumped up and hastened with long strides to the table where Hermione had been working together with Neville. From her cauldron rose to smoke and become muddy liquid oozed out in ever larger quantities. "Miss Granger," came a hissing voice, "I thought I could trust that they could prevent this type of mishaps our changing disaster." His gaze slid to Neville, who was still holding the last ingredient, which he had been mistakenly added in the hand.
With a wave of his wand he had curbed the boiling contents of the kettle, he looked around the classroom. "Most of you are not ready yet," Snape said with a grin on his face satisfactions, "but you will make your drink now anyway. Thank them for it to Miss Granger and Mr. Longbottom. "He waited a moment until the students reluctantly packed their potions and had let her go then.
"They do not, "he said sharply, pointing his finger at Hermione and Neville," you will eliminate the chaos here. "
***
The rest of the day was quiet. The lunch he had had, as so often turn out more clearly set out already and now the hunger with a loud growling stomach felt that he decided to use the last half hour and yet still appear at dinner.
"Ah Severus, how nice that you still come," Dumbledore greeted him cheerfully at the table, whose kindness he himself only with a simple nod said. Snape ate at a huge pace and did not say a word or even lifted his gaze to his plate was empty, then he turned back to Dumbledore. "This thing," he said, lowering his voice and looked at the old school leaders to forcefully, "I noticed something that I want to show you." Dumbledore seemed to think a moment, nodded, then closed Lich. "Well, come right in my office, but think of the security arrangements," he added.
quickly just as he had come, stood up and left without a Snape to say another word the hall. He hastened with long strides down in the dungeon straight into his private laboratory. He had a strange feeling in the presence of this thing and it would certainly be best if Dumbledore again protested. His eyes searched the room until they found him. He carefully took the subject in hand, anxious runterzustreifen should not the black fiber cloth, all the magic shield the radiation, and left again to the laboratory in order to make the quickest way into the principal's office.
His pace had accelerated with every second, and let the respiration of meters to meters shallower. The weight in his hand, caused a strange feeling. He was almost there, just a corridor in front of him. At the thought his tension had dissolved a little when he suddenly realized that he rammed something big. Snape lost his footing and fell backwards. The object he had so convulsively tried to hold slipped from his grip and landed right in front of him. The cloth had slipped to the side. A bright light came from the strange rock fragments that lay between him and Longbottom. "Mr. Longbottom, "he hissed him angry on, "you do not know what they have done. They come in immediately with Dumbledore's office, "he pulled on his arm and hand with your other hand to the black fiber cloth to cover the stone again.
The light was in the same instant, blinding flash of the entire corridor. Snape had to squint, but it seemed as if it would show through his eyelids. He had the arm of the boys go again, and instead tried to shield themselves from the rays. "Professor?" He heard Long Bottom beside her call, as he would not mind the whole. Everything in his head clenched, until he finally fainted.
***
The room in which he woke up was dark. He looked up a moment, he realized that he was in his own bedroom. Had someone found him and brought here? The Clock was at point six. He set up and awaiting what would happen, but nothing happened, it felt good. Snape got up and dressed to go directly out to go to the bathroom. He found himself strongly in the mirror, but at his reflection he could see nothing unusual.
His nervousness was gone a little bit and he went into the living room adjacent to his first cup of coffee on Morning to enjoy in peace. The table in the living room was this morning with a cup of coffee and the current edition of the Daily Prophet covered. "Oh pardon, Professor, Sir. Winky is not that you are awake. Winky will disappear immediately, Professor Sir, sir, "said the little elf. They still fold the cloak together on his favorite chair and then disappeared with a faint pop. Snape went to his chair and eyed suspiciously his cloak. When he had to put down here? Maybe the coffee would do well first, then he would talk with Dumbledore.
So he sat down at the table. The newspaper he pushed today Side and just decided to only drink the coffee. He took the cup and raised it to his mouth, when the handle broke off suddenly, again. A loud scream pierced the prison walls. "Damn it! Has not this lock is only broken cups or bus type to ask me for breakfast? "Snape stood angrily from his chair, the cup slipped from his lap to the floor and rolled clattering under the sofa. He cleaned up his things and went on his way up into the great hall.
As always, it was at this time still relatively empty in the Great Hall, but for a Saturday for his taste but too full. He sat down on one of the free sites and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Good morning, Severus," he heard Trelawney's smoky voice behind him, which was now back in next. "I have a very," seen "painful death in my near future. They have already told me yesterday, "he interrupted," it apart, I doubt that such a drastic error in my potions brewing in progress. "Trelawney looked at him with open mouth Snape and gleefully drank his coffee. "Where, where?" She stammered with a confused voice, but her sullen table neighbor gave her any attention.
Flitwick listlessly poking around on his plate again and Hagrid was eating patterns in his pancakes. What would it be today? Ah, who would have thought a dragon of course. Snape leaned back in his chair and was about to grab the newspaper, when he saw the head teacher on the teacher's desk. He grinned even from remote and sit happily next to him like every morning. The good humor to follow had to take that again, that this "disaster" yesterday, but probably no worse consequences moved, nevertheless, he had about what happened yesterday to talk to him.
"What happened yesterday after I was run over this wretch Longbottom?" Snape came straight to the point without hiding who he blamed for this incident.
"Neville has run over you?", The headmaster asked him casually and shoveled the pancakes on his plate. For a moment he was no longer master of his features and saw the headmaster dumbfounded expression at.
should "mean, you know nothing about? But who I was then found, and especially where the stone now? "Well, Dumbledore was but hear everything.
"You do not mean the Aztec stone that you should investigate for me?" Said Dumbledore seriously.
Snape nodded. "I try to tell you all the time already. Last night I was on my way to you, to show you what I have discovered, Longbottom has run over me and the next thing I remember is that this morning I wake up in my bedroom again. "
Dumbledore looked at him thoughtfully. "What do you mean, last night?" He asked finally, "I gave you the stone but where only last night and you wanted to examine him today. Listen, Severus, just come to your classes in my office, then we can discuss it in peace. "
" I'm better now, "Snape said, demanding," is it apart today, Saturday and as you know I teach on Saturdays not. "
" What are you talking about? Today is Friday, "said Dumbledore, with a little concern in mitklang his voice and when he saw the confused look of his friend, he called the newspaper out from under Snape's hand and held it to him. He took the newspaper and opened it.
Daily Prophet Friday 25 July 1997, stood at the top of the first line, then his gaze slid down to the familiar headlines. "I've probably used by the newspaper yesterday," said Snape, Flitwick and ripped his hand from the Daily Prophet, who looked at him shocked, but it was the same issue as his. Confused, he dropped it and went without another word to say of the great hall.
He hastened with long strides in his rooms and tried everything from after the book he had borrowed yesterday, but he could not find it anywhere. Last night, before he went to the dinner he had left lying in the living room on the small side table. Since he was absolutely sure. He thought for a moment and decided to still look up at his office, after all, he could not recall some details of the previous evening.
The office was right next to his apartment. There was a small dark room. With a flourish of his wand he made light and looked around. From the book was no trace, but his eyes met otherwise. He rushed to the shelf on the opposite wall. In middle compartment was the Aztec stone covered with black cloth fiber. Snape stroked down the cloth, but the stone was cold and nothing indicated that he had last night released this incredible energy.
He covered him and hurried to the library. Madame Pince was sitting behind her desk and rummaged through the library file, as two hands firmly in front of her put up in the table. Startled, she sat up and looked forward to their dark counterparts, who today presented an even more harried expression on the day than usual already. "Old Aztec artifacts, I saw it yesterday on loan," he said gruffly, "it happens to someone brought back? "
" We have only a single issue of this book and was not borrowed for 50 years, "said the little woman in a serious tone. She held her head up, to look the man in front of her in the face.
"This can not be. Look it up, "he went at her with raised voice and landed a fist on the table again. Mme Pince disappeared shortly. She walked purposefully toward a row of racks in the back of the library and came back a short time later with a big old book, its cover the words Old Aztec Artifacts adorned. The librarian put it on the table and opened the cover. Right behind it put the book file.
it pulled out and her fingers wandered up to the last entry. "Amadus Prownig the book was last on 3 April 1947 on loan, "she read. Snape pulled the cards from her hand, but she was telling the truth. Why they would not have to do, nevertheless, he could remember exactly because he had borrowed the book here yesterday and had his signature placed directly under that of Prownig.
He let his eyes wander just above the desk, grabbed a pen and put his Signature to the Last, as he had already done yesterday and left the library. His head had to have time to search for the right way so his legs carrying him automatically into the dungeon, but when he wanted to turn to his office, he was the class room at the other end of the corridor. Today was really Friday? It was not possible. He walked through the corridor and opened the door. His performance was not quite as impressive as usual, he was in the potions room and stared stunned the seventh-grader at the Gryffindors.
A moment later he lock the door behind him, he had trapped again and roared with flowing cape to his desk. "You write down the exact formulation of the Munganustranks. Two rolls of parchment and Miss Granger and Mr Longbottom, they write me two additional roles that can go wrong with the addition of lupins and the consequences of the moves being taken, "he said, throwing a sharp look to Hermione and Neville .
Snape took his book out again and searched for clues that could explain what happened. He had already worked through a lot, but none of this made sense. He rubbed his tired eyes on the songs, he closed the book again and raised his Head. "Miss Granger," he went on to enraged voice, "This was intended as individual work, but if you burn so much on helping their friends, I will share her mark by three, as may make an unprecedented fast three are lousy times. I expect after dinner in my office. Because I know that Mr Potter and Mr Weasley will not stop even after the tenth criminal work, to beg for your help, I hope you change your mind next time twice. And you, "he looked at Harry and Ron," they write me five rolls of parchment, why it is important to also sometimes even to work out something in life. "
The bell rang at the end of his sentence. The students packed up and left as fast as they could affect the classroom, before Snape could seek his next victim.
***
A timid knock pierced the silence of the office. Snape was still sitting in front of his wide writing table and flipped around in old Aztec artifacts. Only when the beating became impatient after the third time he cried in a harsh tone, come in, and through the door was Hermione Granger. For a Moment he looked at her quizzically, then dropped his criminal work again. She stood in front of him, but he offered her no room instead, he read further in his book. Only when he reached the bottom of the page he finished it and looked at her. He was so absorbed in his research that he had forgotten. Now he would find a job for the small Schlaumeierin. Although he now knew what had happened to him, but not how he could make that situation reversed.
he had to make some test, but if he really had his suspicions, he was the individual tests each culminating in a day, for tomorrow Breakfast was all gone. Snape looked at the clock. It was half past nine. Maybe his little Gryffindor could be even more helpful anyway. An able assistant would save him a little time. Snape got up and went straight through a door in his lab. "Do you need an extra invitation," he snapped at her when she did not immediately followed and Hermione hurried into the next room to come. The laboratory was not large, it was clean and was illuminated by a lot of artificial light, stated Hermione.
"They will not ask questions, to shut up and do exactly I tell you. Got it? "He snapped at her. Hermione merely nodded. Snape went to a cupboard and took all sorts of ingredients that it refers to the general work surface, then he pushed Hermione three glasses with the statement that small cut. " He opened the book again beside him, laid the stone next to it and took notes.
Hermione had all small cut he had made to her and looked up now to receive your next instruction, but Snape was so engrossed in his book that he took no notice of her. She ventured a step to reach out to him, perhaps they would find out anyway even including the whole was here. The book was written before him in Subpazifischen runes. She rested her head tilted to read it more easily understandable.
"This is wrong," she said finally as she was reading his notes. Snape was startled out of his thoughts and Hermione looked at her.
"When I told them to ask questions, I also thought that they should not interfere," he hissed, but Hermione remained steadfast and was now with the index finger on his notes and then finally to the book . Her finger was on a rune. "He needs something, in the sense he is sick, but rather incomplete," she said in a tone of Snape are formally made the hair on end. Without a word he took a small book from the shelf and struck just after this rune. The little Gryffindor was right. It was boiling in him and the only thing that thought it was bearable was knowing that they would already know tomorrow morning nothing more.
He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her roughly in his direction. She winced, but not because of the bitter kind, but because of the warmth it spread to her wrist. "You know what that is?" He asked dryly. She took the stone in his hand and turned it. A fine crack splits the stone easily in the middle and on both sides was engraved with a rune.
"I've ever read," she said thoughtfully, "It is the Muaqe. A gift that every man got to his sixteenth birthday as a sign of age. It was held a great feast. That should help them with their childhood Muaqe complete and connect as a man in the new life. Symbolically, of course, "she added," some woke up the next morning and said they'd ever seen for days on the same day until they finally understood how they had could begin their new life, but that probably had more to do with the drugs, which were common at such ceremonies. "
Snape looked at her thoughtfully. "Similarly, it is also in here," saith he closed the book and show it to the cover, "And what people have made their new life begin?"
Hermione looked at him confused, "They were just wild dreams, triggered by the drugs they took to him."
He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back on the other side of the desktop. From one of the drawers, he pulled a roll of parchment and gave it to Hermione. "You make me these three potions, I have to do something urgent," he said, and hastily left the laboratory.
It knocked hectic. "Come in," the old man asked the friendly and surly Potions master rushed into the principal's office.
"The stone which you have given me to study, do you know anything about him?" He came straight to the point.
"Only that it is a ritual object, therefore thou shalt indeed investigate for me, "Dumbledore told him calmly," What's going on Severus? is You seem so rushed. "
" What I've found that it is a Muaqe. "
" I know what it is, I want to learn about its impact, "interrupted the school principal. "Which I also know," murmured Snape. "Apparently I'm caught in a time warp," he said more clearly, "I do not know how or why, I just know that this stone for responsible. "
" time warp ", asked Dumbledore what Snape nodded. "From what I know now about it and what has happened so far, each additional day to be today I found what I lack 'what does that mean whatever," he said sullenly while he frantically walked up and down.
"What is it?" Hacked now Dumbledore curiously.
"I do not know," Snape admitted, "but I'm going to find it and I've also done the necessary Diagnosis potions. "
" I do not think it's something physical, "said Dumbledore said Snape's taste for it a little too wide grin," You're a healthy man, maybe you should look just treat times just a bit more fun. "
Snape stopped and looked angrily at his old friend. "Do not be silly bus," he said indignantly, but the old man still had that grin on his face and shoved him now to have a cup of tea.
Hermione had finished with the watering, there was no particularly difficult task, which it might be error-free brew already in its third year. Snape was still not back. Where was he so suddenly back and what he wanted with a Muaqe? Hermione crossed to the other side of the table to get the stone once looking at. It put a little awe in her eyes, but curiosity finally won the upper hand and she put her hands gently on him. At the same moment she realized she had stopped the air and breathed out again. "Do not be silly, Hermione," she echoed himself, "These are just stories. Even today, the Wizards do not know yet all the secrets of time, as if someone had to create over 2000 years ago such a thing? "
Where was Snape so long? She was done could they dare to just go? No, probably not, he would make you pay them and Gryffindor powerful. They cleaned up everything properly, and decided rather be in his office waiting for him. The office worked on it even more prescriptive than the previous laboratory and an unpleasant scratching spread to her neck. Maybe he had a glass of water somewhere.
She went to his desk, looked around in the cupboard, as they a dark voice in her mind broke. "Can I help you? Looking for something specific? "he asked sharply and raised an eyebrow, which emphasized his sharp gaze.
"I wish I just, I was thirsty and just wanted a drink of water," said Hermione at last.
Snape's gaze was still on her as he walked past her through a door that Hermione had not even noticed before. Was she has been there all the time? They went after him and found himself in a spacious room. In the middle stood a bed, an inviting armchair, a coffee table. He pressed a glass in hand, which she tore out of her mind and put himself on the chair. She had hesitated only a moment, then she sat on the couch. Just as she wanted to take a sip she noticed that she was holding a wine glass in hand. She sat with Snape in his living room and drank wine. A grin that could not help, she stole out and they tried to conceal with a mouthful no avail.
Snape had already taught his glass and poured off after a second. He had this miserable know-it-back to send in their tower, but instead he drank wine with her in his living room. Sure they would know in a few hours, no more of that and he would be back in the old, grumpy, obnoxious potions master and then he saw for himself on the search for what he lacked. Fun Albus had said, he had to snort at the thought. "Well, Miss Granger I've seen her work on the Veritasserum. You want to apply to Oxford for higher education in the potions? "He asked suddenly, and Hermione's head shot up instantly. She nodded and steeled herself against his attack already.
Snape gave itself the next Glass, and also made Hermione's glass full again. "They allow the entire basic course would leave out, but I am sure that no problem would be for them." His eyes were not so clear, it was the only sign that the wine slowly showed its effect. "It surprised me that it would propose the addition of blue dots, but I have gone through the whole and it inhibits the effects, in fact, a lot," he said.
"They have tried it?" Hermione asked with wide eyes and then took a swig of her hand from their glass.
Snape got up and left the room, he came back after a short time with a small bottle and held it out to Hermione. "It is blue," said the astonished.
"Yes the color was not rauszukriegen," answers her Snape. She took the bottle from his hand, with their hands touched. It was a pleasant feeling they had to find. He was warm. His hand had felt good. Why she had always thought that he would be cold.
"you can still try the" he said with a grin Wolf.
"That would suit you," she replied. She opened the bottle and turn smelled, but it smelled nothing, as expected, they made it back and handed him the bottle.
"You can have it," said Snape.
"I know that the possession of Veritasserum must be approved by the Ministry," she replied, "And you hope once again to touch his hand rang, they themselves and that's it. He reached for the bottle and their fingers touched.
you afraid to turn red, so they looked around for him not to have to look right when you suddenly let out a small cry. Hermione stood up abruptly and went to one of the shelves. "Is that it? Is that? "she stammered, and shew on the cover of a thick book. Snape had followed her when he noticed what they had to be so hysterical, he was at rest.
He never saw a man with so much enthusiasm was able to show for Françoise Laurent, except perhaps himself "This is the original by Françoise Laurent. That is the magic potion Bible. It is determined 500 years old, "she brought out at last. Hermione turned around and the adorable expression on her face, would he almost breath away. He was aware that he had drunk too much, but considering the situation he could not care. "May I look at it myself again?" She asked.
He produced only a mere nod, in the same moment his hands were already on their shoulders and leaned it against the shelf. A hand stroked her hair to the side. "Sure," he said. His warm breath touched her skin and let your hair sit up. Her knees reminded strongly of pudding. Snape carefully placed his lips on hers, which she promptly opened her mouth a piece of his tongue and he sent a reconnaissance mission. What are you doing damn?, He heard his own voice in his head. She is your student. Yes, and tomorrow we all will never happen, it's just a harmless kiss and Albus is said but even I need a bit more fun.
His tongue penetrated deeper into her and stroked her. It was soft and she tasted indescribably good. Hermione was talking to one arm firmly around his support among their soft Kien not to lose, but he seemed firmly in control to have. That was incredible. She did not even happen like that could do what she did right here, only that it was just indescribable.
He had drained from her. The glass she had in her hand was empty. He had gone to an adjoining room and came back with a second bottle of wine. Hermione had taken the old book from the shelf and leafed through it fascinating, while they themselves ever fell to the ground without realizing it. The book ended up on her lap. He could not suppress a grin at the sight. Her glass was full again and he knelt down to her. She looked up and saw him with a disbelieving look in his eyes. She had something about him that in him again the need to kiss it caused.
He leaned over to her before and the next moment he was back in his bed. His eyes were sleepy, and he felt like he had just woken up. The new morning was there or was it perhaps just all a terrible dream? Snape stood up and trot to the bathroom still drowsy. Was this really happening? It felt so far not as if it had happened only a few minutes.
To be continued ...
