The TimeTurners

The Mission At Hand...

POV: Severus Snape. Spinner's End & The Ministry of Magic. June 9, 2000. Play song in header!! 😍😘

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I have been hiding in my home for the past two years as requested by Dumbledore just before he passed. Never leaving. Just healing and preparing myself and Her, for our future task that we must be successful in. Everyone's lives depending on us. Again...

Albus and Kingsley told me this ridiculous story in 1996. No one would ever have believed us if we'd told anyone else. As to which of course we couldn't. So for the past three years the three of us were keeping this next battle to ourselves. Well that time has finally come to end. We were to bring it to the boiling surface.

Today was the day I reveal myself to Her. To ask Her to accompany me on this next dangerous task. I know she will be utterly shocked to see me. To say the least.

I have made polyjuice potion from the hair of a wizard named Mr. Charles Bingley. Kingsley provided the hair for me to use. I was not to be seen as my true identity here in the present time in London and the Wizarding world. Everyone still believed me to be dead. So waltzing into the Ministry of Magic as myself would not be ideal.

I would only show my true self to Her, as well as the other two involved, but of course those two men already knew I was alive.

I was meeting with the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt for our meeting at 9:00am. She would be there.

She was his secretary now and I just hoped she would agree to this. She was always the brightest witch of her class. Of her generation in my opinion. I just never made her feel that way. I didn't want her to become even more arrogant than she already was.

She has to join me in this mission. Dumbledore said she's the only one who can help me.

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I walked into the Minister's office as Mr. Bingley and there she was sitting at her desk reading a piece of parchment rather profusely. Some things hadn't changed much. Except for the fact that this girl I taught for six years at Hogwarts, had now grown up before my very eyes. She had now become an extremely beautiful woman.

Mrs. Hermione Granger-Weasley, Secretary to the Minister of Magic. Her plaque rang aloud on her desk in my head. She actually married that Ronald Weasley? Hermione's hair was twisted back but just a few strands softly flowing around her exquisitely gorgeous face.

"Excuse me? Madam Secretary?" I tried to change my voice but found it rather difficult. I hoped she didn't notice.

"I'm sorry, Sir. How can I help you?" She kept frantically looking at the parchment then picked up her quill and scribbled along the top.

"Yes, I have an appointment this morning with the Minister. Mr. Shacklebolt." I was cold but deep down my nerves were unraveling inside my body. Then Hermione looked up at me. I began to lose track of my thoughts suddenly being taken aback by her beauty. She was like an impulsive enigma of captivating ethereal divinity that didn't deserve to be in the presence of a man like me. But I immediately pulled myself together.