It was a normal day for Hermione, sitting in the library and studying well into dinner. Her body was worn from DADA training in the room of requirement, and she felt the effects of the calming drought starting to wear off. She knew she shouldn't have lied to Poppy to get it, but even if she wasn't having a panic attack she was still too stressed out to focus on her studies without the help of something. She began gathering her books, resolving to study later, it would be no use trying to retain information with her mind racing in the opposite direction. She stood up, and with many heavy books in her hands, began walking as fast as she could toward the exit. Dinner was almost over and she knew she would get an ear full from Harry if she missed another meal due to her "reckless pursuit of knowledge" as he had referred to it the last time he had staged an intervention for her. His wording had made her laugh which gained her multiple glares but also effectively stopped the intervention in its tracks. He had stalked out of the common room but not before stating that he was going to report her to Poppy if she didn't start eating. The next day they both apologized to each other and Harry took back his threat of turning her in, but she still didn't want to take a chance.

Just as Hermione was rounding the corner she slammed into something and fell to the ground, the books in her hands scattered all over the floor. She looked in front of her and there sat her potions professor glaring at her as he stood.

"I'm so sorry professor I wasn't looking where I was going I..." She trailed off as she stood, picking up her stray books from all around her. As she picked up the last book, an auto-biography by an old Hogwarts charms professor, she came face to face with professor Snape. But it wasn't the professor Snape that she knew, he looked different, his features sharper, his hair less greasy, most of his wrinkles gone but his signature glare was still there.

"Who are you?" He spat with disgust prominent on his face. "And why did you call me professor do you think it's a funny joke or have you gone bonkers?"

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about sir, if you're going to take points from my house can you please do it already dinner's almost over and I haven't eaten all day." As Hermoine watched his face tense in confusion, she wondered what must've happened to change his features so drastically. He never seemed like the type to care about his appearance so she was fairly certain that he wouldn't have used magic just to improve his looks or renew his youth.

"Have you been talking to Black, did he put you up to this?" He asked getting fed up with the girl in front of him.

"No I-"

"Or was it Potter," He interrupted before she could finish.

"I don't have the slightest clue what you're talking about, Harry didn't do anything." Hermione wasn't sure what was wrong with her professor but she was growing more and more concerned with every word that left his mouth.

"Who the bloody hell is Harry," Severus questioned. This girl was surely mad, he thought to himself.

"Harry Potter," She told him. "You said Potter and I assumed that's who you were talking about."

"I was talking about James Potter. Obviously you're new, but I thought at least you'd know of your houses biggest trouble maker."

It was then that Hermione fully looked at what Severus was wearing, a slytherin school uniform. The realization finally hit her that somehow a teenage version of Snape must've unknowingly time traveled twenty years into the future.

"James Potter is Harry Potter's father, he hasn't attended Hogwarts in almost twenty years." She saw his eyes widen as he figured it out for himself.

"What year is it?" He waited for me to answer, already knowing that he wasn't in his time.

"It's 1996," She whispered watching as his face went pale, all the blood draining from his cheeks. "What year is it supposed to be?"

"1977" He mumbled. They looked at each other, both knowing who they needed to go to.

"Dumbledore." They said in unison throwing the books down yet again (these particular books were not having a good day) and sprinting toward Dumbledore's office, avoiding any hallways that were occupied by people. It would be hard enough to explain a younger Snape, but to explain why he was running through the corridors like a first year late for class would be almost impossible, considering how he usually carried himself.

Hermione breathlessly gave the password and entered the office, she looked around noting that Dumbledore was missing. He must still be at dinner, she thought, on cue her stomach growled making her realize just how hungry she really was. If it wasn't for teen-Snape she would be eating warm beef stew and carrots right now, instead she was listening to her stomach grumble while dinner was going on just stories below her.

"What happened to send you here?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at teen-Snape.

"I'm not entirely sure, I have a theory but I'd rather wait for Dumbledore," He said in a monotone voice. Hermione nodded an was silent for a minute before she thought of another question to ask.

"Do you know how to get back?"

he looked up at her in irritation. "Are you daft?" He asked, not waiting for a response. "If I knew do you really think I'd still be here, or do you think that I just meddle in time as a hobby?"

"I was just trying to make conversation," She defended herself, crossing her arms over her chest.

"That's not making conversation, making conversation is asking someone how their day was or what they're doing this weekend." He snapped at her.

"So you were a prat even when you were young," She mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

"Why are you even here, this has nothing to do with you," He exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the arm in annoyance.

"Fine, if you don't want me here I'll leave, I wouldn't want to help a prat like you anyway." It felt good to be able to fight back, professor Snape would have probably taken a hundred points from her house and assigned her detention for a month for calling him a prat to his face, but he wasn't a teacher yet so he had no authority over her.

Hermione stormed past him and just as she was exiting the room Dumbledore entered stopping her in her tracks.

"Miss Granger," He looked down at Hermione, not the least bit surprised that she was there. "He's here isn't he."

"If you are referring to me then yes I'm here." Teen-Snape said from behind Hermione, Dumbledore glanced at him with an expected look in his eyes.

"Come both of you, I need to know the details." Dumbledore guided them both to his desk and invited them to sit as he sat across from them. Hermione and teen-Snape glanced at each other wondering what Dumbledore was expecting of them.

"Let's start at the beginning." He said. "Severus my boy, what was your last memory from your time?"

Teen-Snape was silent and seconds ticked by without anyone speaking, Dumbledore didn't seem to notice, he seemed content with waiting for teen-Snape to respond.

"With all do respect sir," Hermione squirmed in her seat, as she talked. She never was good in awkward situations. "I assumed that you would already know the story, seeing as Professor Snape is one of your closest...friends and he has obviously confided in you this...experience"

"Severus and I had agreed that it would be best for me to not know more than was absolutely necessary. Which was that he traveled to 1996, he was to be treated like the brother of his older self and to be called Tobias Snape, and that he met a girl named Hermione Granger. Now no more questions until you tell me what you remember, it could be very vital to getting you home."

"I was sitting in the library studying for my N.E.W.T.S when Potter and Black came in, they sat at the table behind me taking out books as if they were going to study." Teen-Snape continued narrating the story in an anxious voice that the cold potions professor would never use. "Every once and a while they would throw a hex my way, all of which I easily deflected but they were still annoying. Around thirty minutes later I turned around and told them to knock it off, they walked over to my table and started talking to me, taunting me and such. While Potter distracted me with the name calling Black sent three or four spells my way, one of which was a dark spell, though that probably wasn't his fault, it was a known fact that the marauders snuck around at night one place that they went often was the restricted section and Black wasn't that bright so he probably just read the spell and mindlessly blurted it out while pointing his wand at me. Anyway the next thing I knew I was sitting in the library alone and I thought the spell had just backfired or something, so I got up and went to look for Potter and Black to make sure they weren't dead of something. Then I ran into Hermione and we were confused at first but when we understood what was going on we ran here and you know the rest."

"Thank you Severus," Dumbledore said "Now this may be a little strange but if this is to work we need to know exactly what we are supposed to do so I have informed professor Snape of you being here Severus and he has agreed to help us out a bit."

On cue professor Snape entered, staring at the younger version of himself with the same look of disgust he gives to all his students. He stood there for a few seconds not saying anything.

"Go on Severus enlighten us." Dumbledore encouraged. Professor Snape immediately launched into a speech, skipping any formalities.

"You will be acting as if you are my younger brother. I am not your friend and for the time being we will not refer to being the same person to anyone, not even Her- miss Granger." Snape cursed himself for slipping up, but it wasn't easy when she was sitting in the same room as him looking exactly as she had the first time they'd met twenty years before. "You are Tobias and I am Severus so do not call yourself or let others call you Severus, you are a sixth year Slytherin. Your back story, if anyone cares enough to ask is as follows: you were born may eighteenth I don't think I need to remind you of your parents names so I'll skip that. When you were eight your parents died in a car crash resulting in you being sent to your grandmothers on your fathers side to live. When your Hogwarts letter came you couldn't go because your grandmother was a muggle and you wouldn't have been able to explain it to her. We decided to tell your grandmother that you were going to live with me, which wasn't a lie because I also live in the castle. It took years of persuading which is why you are just now coming to us in your sixth year."

Hermione and teen-Snape looked at each other, taking in the new information slowly.

"Any questions," Professor Snape asked and before anyone could get a word in he continued. "Good, I will be announcing your arrival tomorrow night at dinner and you will be sorted by the sorting hat, it's procedure even though you're already in Slytherin. Until then you can stay in my private quarters, I trust you can control yourself there, if not I will send you to sleep with the house elves."

They watched as professor Snape made his way out of the room his robes billowing behind him. "Come Tobias." He said, and it took teen-Snape a few seconds to realize that he was talking to him. He stood following professor Snape, leaving Hermione and Dumbledore to themselves.

"Will Umbridge know about this?" Hermione asked, looking at Dumbledore.

"She will know no more than the average student," He answered reassuringly. "You may want to head back to the Gryffondor common room, Mr. Potter will be looking for you."

"Thank you Sir." She said as she stood up making her way out of his office.