Hello Lovely Readers!

Right, I have some good news and some bad news.

Bad news: This is the last Teaser.

Good news: The prologue to the sequel is now up! It's under the name "One Timeless Choice" and can be conveniently found on my profile.

Also, there is a forum that has been made for any questions or theories that you might have that is also found on my profile.
Happy reading guys and as always R&R!

~VTM

They then turned back to the Great Hall and entered without another word. All chatter suddenly ceased at their appearance. Students and staff alike stared at them and whispered to their neighbours. Hermione and Severus for the most part ignored it and took their places by the headmaster.

"Now I know how Harry felt," she smirked and Severus rolled his eyes. Dumbledore smiled at them both before standing and introducing them to the rest of the school as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher and the new Potions Apprentice who would be studying along side Severus Snape. At this, Severus stiffened and then turned to Hermione to whisper in her ear.

"Did you know of this?" He whispered, "Did you know that…Snape would be taking an apprenticeship this year?"

"I found out last night," she told him, "Why?"

"I never took an apprenticeship."

She turned her head so fast that her hair almost whipped him in the face.

"What?" She whispered.

"I never took one," he told her, "Least of all in my seventh year. I simply went to Dumbledore and he hired me after that. My…experiences were enough."

Her eyes were wide with fear as she thought about it. If there was any doubt before there was none now. Whatever they had done in 1944 and 1945 had obviously changed certain outcomes in the future.

"Look around the hall and tell me if anything else has changed," she whispered to him urgently, "You were here before-"

"Nothing else is different," he told her, "Just…me."

"Maybe Dumbledore was wrong about-"

"No," he shook his head, "If he was wrong about that then something catastrophic would have happened rather than just my new found apprenticeship. Something we did in 1944 changed my time at Hogwarts…"

"And possibly your course afterward," she finished for him, "We'll have to find out later on. For now I think we had better just finish our breakfast."

And so they did. They spent much time scanning the halls and looking for any signs of trouble from either the students or time itself and found nothing. As they chewed their bacon and drank their pumpkin juice they couldn't help but notice a few of the conversations that were going on near them. Dumbleore was chatting to Minerva about the latest sweets at Honeyduke's while Slughorn and Flitwick were conversing about the use of charms in potions. It seemed for the most part that everything was relatively normal and that nothing else had changed. But Hermione was too careful nowadays to take anything at face value. She wouldn't believe that everything was fine until she had undeniable proof that she hadn't mucked up the time line.

Once breakfast was over she bid her Severus goodbye and as she left for the dungeons she was confronted by the younger version. He was standing at the top of the stairs that led to the classroom they would be practicing in for the rest of the year.

"You had best follow me through the dungeons," he told her, "There was discussion last night in the dorms that there would be a few pranks on the cards for your first day."

She smirked at him for a few moments.

"And why are you telling me this?" She asked.

"I'm returning a favor," he grumbled, "That is all."

"Right," she smiled, letting him believe whatever it was he wanted to believe and took his arm once more. They moved quickly, avoiding a few spells that had been cast their way until they stood outside their classroom waiting for Slughorn to appear. Across from them was the seventh year N.E.W.T potions class, laughing away and waiting to see what their last year had in store for them.

Three of them caught Hermione's eye. One with long shaggy hair and a handsome face, another with glasses and hazel eyes and one more with sandy brown hair and pink scars over his cheeks. Severus sneered at her when he caught her looking at them.

"I suppose you think Potter is good looking just like every other chit in this place," he growled.

She gave Potter another once over for good measure and shook her head.

"I've seen better," she told him. It was true to. He really wasn't all that great compare to the likes of Draco or…she shuddered at the train of thought she was headed down and quickly stopped it. Severus however had raised his eyebrows in interest.

"Is that so?" He asked, "What of Black then?"

"Sure he has looks but I'd never go there," she told him, "Seems like a garden variety idiot to me. Probably has the memory span of a goldfish."

"And Lupin?"

"Seems to docile," she smirked, "I need a man I can have a good fight with."

Snape snorted.

"You certainly are different," he told her, "Most of the girls in this place-"

He cut himself off as a certain girl came down into the dungeons. Hermione recognized her instantly from photos that Harry had shown her when they were younger with her fiery red hair and emerald green eyes. Snape stiffened by her side and watched with more pain than Hermione had ever seen his older counterpart exhibit, as Lily Evans walked up to James Potter and kissed him. When she had finished, James slung an arm around her shoulders and she looked in Snape's direction for a brief moment before looking away in shame. She obviously knew how he felt.

"Alright Snivellus?"

Their attention was drawn back to Black who had noticed them staring. Hermione tried to refrain from rolling her eyes. She had adored Sirius in her time until Severus had shown her a few memories of the man before he grew up.

"What do you want Black?" Snape spat at him.

"Just wanted to see how you're going Snivellus," he said in a mock friendly tone, "I see you managed to get rid of the pink hair that we gave you yesterday. Did he tell you about that Miss Evans? I guarantee you that if he hasn't, I can tell the tale much better."

This time Hermione did role her eyes. He was being deliberately cruel by attempting to take away all companionship that the boy had. Perhaps it was time he learned a few things.

"Really?" She smiled seductively, something she had learned from her time with the Dark Lord, "What happened?"

Severus looked at her confusedly for a few moments before scowling, seeming to think that she had been lying to him before and was now showing her true nature.

"Well," Sirius smirked, James snickering behind him as the boy placed his arm around Hermione's shoulders, "Me and the boys found dear old Snivellus out in the grounds and decided to play a game with him. You see, we made a deal that if he could hit us with any one of his curses we would let him go and wouldn't play anymore games for the rest of the year. He told us to sod off so we gave him a little incentive."

"What did you do?" She asked him breathlessly, leaning into him. Severus looked disgusted. She would have felt disgusted too but there was a point to everything that she was doing after all.

"Well," he said as he turned to face her and put his hands on her hips instead, "We started cursing him instead. The bat bogeys looked particularly good on him I must say. When he did finally start cursing us back though, he missed every time! He couldn't even hit Peter!"

The seventh year class, bar Lily and Remus, laughed uncontrollably at this. James was so bad that he had to stomp his foot to emphasize the hilarity he felt.

"What happened next?" She asked dreamily.

"We turned him into a pink rat and threw him in the lake," he laughed before running a finger down the side of her cheek, "Which brings me to the real point of coming over here. Why are you hanging around a rat like him when you can be hanging around with the boys and me? Come on love, come wait in line with us until old Sluggy gets here."

"Well…" She said, trying to sound unsure.

"Come on love," he said, his head getting closer and closer, "We'll make it worth your while."

"Ok," she whispered, "But before I do, tell me. What shade of pink was it you turned him? Was it something like…This!"

She pushed him away so fast and drew her wand so quickly that he had no idea what was going on before it was all over. She cast a permanent color spell on his hair and gave it the brightest pink she could possibly conjure, eyebrows included. Out of the corner of her eye she saw James let go of Lily and come to his friend's aid. She trained her wand on him so fast that he had no time to do anything but throw his hands up in surrender. Hermione made his hair so purple that even Lily was laughing by the end.

"What about you Lupin?" She asked, "Do you want to try as well?"

"Nope," he smirked, "They've had it a long time coming."

Hermione smirked back at him for a few moments before turning back to a stunned Sirius on the floor of the dungeons, staring at the strands of hair he could see in horror.

"Just so you know Black," she told him, "I would rather go around with him," she indicated Snape, "Than you any day of the week. And his name is Severus. The sooner you get that right the sooner your IQ will go up a few points."

He just stared at her and she sneered.

"Get back in line before I decide to do something a little more permanent than change your hair color," she spat. He scrambled up quickly and moved back to where he had stood before, staring at her the entire time until Slughorn arrived to let them in. Hermione quickly turned to Snape.

"When we walk in, put your arm around my waist," she whispered with a smirk. He looked stunned for a few moments as though no girl had ever let him come that close before but agreed none the less. Slughorn looked from Potter to Black for a few moments before shaking his head and letting them in and then turned back to Hermione and Snape. His eyes lingered on her for a few moments as his expression changed from that of amused disappointment to disbelief. But he said nothing and unlocked the door to the classroom. Severus did exactly as he had been told and moved his arm around her waist, smirking back at Black who looked at him in disbelief before they went inside. Slughorn followed in after Severus and Hermione, laying his teaching materials on the desk before turning back to Hermione.

"Would you please follow me to my office Miss Evans?" He asked her quietly, "There were a few problems with your timetable we need to sort out."

"Yes sir," she smiled at Severus before following the old man to the back of the room. Once inside the small office he stared at her in open shock.

"I must admit that when Albus told me everything I was…"

He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence. She could have sworn that she saw tears threatening to spill over the borders of his eyes before he smiled.

"I'm glad that you're alright Miss Evans," he whispered, "Very glad indeed."

Hermione hesitated for a few moments as a question bubbled on her lips. She took a deep breath before finally deciding to ask. It was important after all, to know exactly what had happened.

"How-" She stuttered, "How was he? When I left?"

Slughorn didn't need to ask for clarification. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead with it before sitting behind his desk.

"Angry," he told her, "At first I didn't understand why he was so riled. I thought he should be grieving your death rather than raging at it but now that I know what really happened…"

"What did he tell you?" She asked, sitting in front of him.

"He told us that Grindlewald had come," he told her, "And like the fools that we were, we believed him, dear."

"No," she shook her head, "He has always been persuasive and endearing. I'm not surprised that you swallowed every lie that he fed you."

"And what lies did he feed you?" He asked her quietly, "What did he tell you in order to get you to come to his side?"

"It wouldn't have mattered what he told me," she told him, "It wouldn't have mattered how much he gave me or what he promised me, I could never be a part of his cause."

He smiled sadly at her.

"I wish there were more with your Gryffindor courage Miss Evans," he told her, "Then there would be no one left to support him."

She smiled at him just as sadly.

"Come," he told her after a while, "Let us begin the lesson."