scarletladyy (scarletladyy) wrote in hp_prisonerfest, @ 2012-02-29 23:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !fic, character: hermione, character: lucius, character: severus, exchange: 2011/2012, pairing: severus/hermione/lucius |
In Another Lifetime - A gift for aleysiasnape!
Title: In Another Lifetime
Author: d_andru
Recipient: aleysiasnape
Pairing(s): Severus/Hermione/Lucius
Word Count: ~2850
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non con/dub con, double penetration, master/slave, crude language, AU
Summary: Hermione goes back in time with only the best of intentions but finds that terrible things really do happen to witches who meddle with time.
Author's Notes: A huge thank you to the lovely starduchess who was kind enough to step up last minute and offer a wonderful beta. The piece is much improved by her keen eye.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and don't make money.
This had to work; she just couldn't bear to keep watching him die in her dreams. She'd spent months preparing, so it was time to take a leap of faith and do what she intended — go back sixteen months and warn Professor Snape. It should be easy since she had plenty of experience using Time-Turners. All she had to do was turn the dial on the modified device and trust in her own adjustments.
Gazing into her bedroom mirror, she approved of her altered appearance. With deep red hair and green contacts, she looked nothing like Hermione Granger. She'd gathered up enough gold to survive while she lived out her time in the past, and she'd obtained false papers to confirm her assumed identity should she need to find work.
So all she had left to do was … do it. Closing her eyes, she twisted the dial and felt the world spinning all around as she was carried back to her past.
When Hermione opened her eyes, she was shocked to see that her bedroom looked like a nursery. She remembered this room with pink bears and roses because her mum had changed it when she started school, but the crib in the corner gave her chills; that she didn't remember. As she realised that she must have gone back much further than she'd intended, she gasped and quickly searched the room. Baby blankets, diapers … bottles. Oh, fuck.
She needed to find out the date to know just how badly she'd got this wrong. Carefully, she opened the door to her room and set out to explore the house. As she reached her father's study, she glanced inside to make certain that he was at his office and not working from home. Seeing the room was empty, she rushed to his desk to look through his calendar.
What she found made her heart pause. April 16, 1980. What the hell was she going to do?
Falling into the chair, she pulled open her father's desk drawer and was relieved to see that he had kept a bottle of scotch hidden there even as far back as 19-fucking-80. Twisting off the lid she turned the bottle up and drank, wishing her hands would stop shaking.
The alcohol warmed her body and settled her nerves but didn't solve any of her problems. There was nothing for it. She was never going to live her life as she'd planned. She was trapped in another life and would have to start fresh without her parents or her friends.
Refusing to let her tears fall, she rubbed her eyes and tossed the contacts into the bin. She didn't need a disguise anymore. Feeling overwhelmed, she pushed away from the desk, slipped out of the place that had always been her home and headed for the Leaky Cauldron.