Forward In Time

Chapter Two:

EDITED Chapter Two:

After sending the letter off with some random owl that was in the owlery, I studied over the timetable that McGonagall had given me.  Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were double potions, charms then Defense against the Dark Arts.  Tuesdays and Thursdays were Care of Magical Creatures, DATDA, Transfiguration and Herbology.

The only classes that had the same teachers as I was used to was Care of Magical Creatures (Hagrid) and Charms, which was still Professor Flitwick.  However there were two other names on the schedule that stood out for me.  Professor Black for Transfiguration and Professor Longbottom for Herbology. 

I felt as if I hadn’t seen Neville Longbottom in years and years, though in truth it had been just about exactly one year, for him it had been nearly twenty or so, possibly even longer. 

Rubbing my face, I sighed, feeling exhausted.  The time traveling thing was exhausting, and trying to keep up with the math of it all was even more tiring.  I didn’t want to go to sleep, however, instead I wanted to walk around, meet everyone, though I couldn’t handle their names, and I wanted to make friends.

Suddenly, the portrait swung open, and teenagers stumbled into the Common Room looking exhausted, I couldn’t help but wonder what they had been doing.  But then, it didn’t take long to realize.  They all had uniforms on, so they must have been the Quidditch team who had either been practicing or had just had a game.

Even though I was never good at Quidditch -in fact I could barely stay on a broom-, I loved to watch the game.  It was exciting, fun, loud and cheerful. It was something that could bring my mood up almost instantly without fail. 

“Who’re you?”

I snapped out of the trance-like state I had been in while staring at the Quidditch players, and jerked my head up to see who had been talking to me.  There stood a man, err, boy.  I’m not sure what, exactly, he was, though he looked to be about my age.  His white-blonde hair fell into his face, exactly like his father’s had, and his grey eyes twinkled with mischief, amusement and humor.  Something his father didn’t possess. 

It was easy to tell that this boy was a Malfoy, as he looked just like Draco, only taller.  Draco himself was tall, standing at about six foot, but this person in front of me was most probably three inches taller, not to mention twice as muscular. 

“I’m, uh, Spencer, and you are?”

“Scorpius Malfoy, prefect.  I didn’t know Hogwarts allowed late students to show up and start after first of the year.”  His voice was husky, low pitched, also something that was unlike his father’s. 

“I was a…special case.”

“Well, newbie, would you like a quick tour?” 

His smirk was full of promise, promise I definitely didn’t want to have a piece of.  Ah, he was a one of those 'players'. 

“No thanks.  I already know where everything is, and if I need help, I’ll ask the Headmistress.” 

“Suit yourself,” I watched as he walked away, my eyes somehow managing to go straight to his back, which was clad in just a plain tight t-shirt, without the uniform cloaks, and watched as he left, his muscles bunching together then relaxing with every step he took. 

Shaking my head to snap out of the trance I seemed to have been in, I immediately had guilt fill my insides.  It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since I’d told Sirius I loved him and already I was staring at other men.  Granted, he had married another woman, but he had nearly forty years to get over me, so those two instances are completely different, I was just being a whore.

Sighing, I sat my head in my hands sat back onto the couch in the Common Room, forgetting about the Quidditch players that still sat around talking to each other. 

After several moments, I stood up, immediately making my way towards McGonagall’s office.  The gargoyles were still there, but somehow I doubted I could guess candy and sweets for a password, instead it would be something a bit more ingenious. 

Luckily for me, I didn’t have to start guessing.  “Why are you standing outside of my office, Miss Snape?”

Jumping, I spun around, eyes wide and breathing heavily.  Professor..err, Headmistress McGonagall smiled, something I wasn’t used to seeing on her usually stern face. 

“Oh.  Um, I had a question.  I would’ve asked a student, but they may have thought me nutters if I had.  What year is this?”

“This, Miss Snape, is the year 2022.”

I gulped, before closing my eyes.  Nearly forty years.  “I think I need to sit down,” I muttered before sliding down the wall; squeezing my eyes shut tighter to prevent my tears from shedding.