Aevitas SSHG

A SS/HG fanfic by The Sortiarius 13

A/N:I OWN NOTHING, This is for my amusement and others if you feel so incline to venture with me...The Characters and all rights Belong to J.K. Rowling, but I like to venture into her playground...particularly when it comes to a certain Potions Master...No Money is being made off this...and I'm quite alright with that...Stress relief and letting my imagination run wild is all I care about here...and of course Reviews...I'll try and watch my spelling but it does tend to go awry in the heat of the moment when typing so bare with me...RATED M and it's not changing...I won't be as descriptive as some other writers out of respect to the characters, but I will make them HUMAN.

WARNING: Contains Mature Content...M FOR MATURE...Violence, Abuse, Torture, Sexual Content, Dark Themes, Language, Imprisonment...Elements of Rape, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Spousal Abuse, Drinking, ECT...

{A/N: There was a lot of generated interest in my making a Time-Travel story on another site and the experiences with Hogwarts Mystery only made it worse so I decided to follow the plot bunny and see where it takes us...}

Prologue: A Leap Of Time

The Snape Residence, Spinner's End, Cokeworth, England, Muggle World...

November 14th, 1998...

Free flowing tears cascaded down the supple pale soot covered cheeks of Hermione Granger as she moved about the now abandoned home of former Headmaster and Potions Professor Severus S. Snape. Six months after the end of the second wizarding war, and the stinging pain from the losses everyone suffered that fateful day still lingered with as much agony as the first day. The loss of Snape had hit the amber eyed witch the hardest after she was told of all he had gone through via Harry Potter and the many instances in which she placed explicit trust in him despite everyone of her classmates being suspicious of him and her best friends harboring extreme dislike of him.

The recounting of all the suffering the poor Potions Professor endured not only at home in the muggle world but once he crossed the magical barrier into Hogwarts as well. As far as Hermione could tell, the torment never seemed to let up for the man even among the death eaters with Voldemort cursing and hexing him when the mood struck him. It made the dour wizard's death all the more tragic and heart-wrenching to have to endure.

It was a while since anyone had been to this place, the cobwebs and dust evident in the charming decor of the home she didn't quite imagine someone like Severus Snape having come from. The very walls echoed the sadness that must have filled this dreary dilapidated brick house on a daily basis.

The former Potions Professor's childhood bedroom, the place he'd gone to escape the harsh treatment of his drunken abusive muggle father over a dozen times only to be captured and beaten repeatedly, as Harry Potter had told her.

The emerald green eyes of Hermione's best friend had been filled with tears the more he described the agony Snape had gone through as a child growing up in the seemingly unassuming muggle house.

From Harry's descriptions of his life with the Dursleys' his treatment paled in comparison to the abuse Snape suffered by is own parents. His father's drunken abuse was the least of his worries according to Harry as his mother's neglect eventually made being smacked around the lesser of two evils for the increasingly isolated wizard.

There wasn't much description of whom Snape's friends might have been.

Harry told her the dour wizard fell in with many a bad crowd even while living in the muggle world and it had been no secret that he was destined for Slytherin House. More tears trailed down the supple cheeks of the heartbroken young witch as she tried to reconcile the domineering presence of the formidable wizard that stalked the vast corridors of Hogwarts Castle with his ebony robes billowing behind him.

She would never forget the cold emotionless expression that seemed to have been forever etched into his face as if it had been a stone mask of indifference in the wake of constant despair.

It occurred to her that she'd never seen the man smile, not even once when taking House Points form Gryffindor or when Slytherin managed to win their Quidditch matches. She wondered if the man ever knew joy at any point in his life for a long while until Harry explained Snape's meeting of his mother and Aunt.

She guessed that might have been the only bright spot in the poor man's other wise dismal life and that quickly became the darkest aspect of his existence he'd ever have to endure when she turned to Harry's father and further rejected him until her death destroyed what little hope the man had in any kind of peace.

Hermione Granger sighed finding her recollection to be much too much in the wake of her own sadness. She was a firm believer that Severus Snape had not been given a fair deal when it came to how his tragically flawed life played out and as a result, she made up her mind to fix it as she had for the flying Hippogruff Buckbeak, whom was nearly executed due to Draco Malfoy's taking an issue with him.

Looking down at the silver box she had tucked into her hands when she left Hogwarts Castle to venture to this place, she was acting on pure adrenaline. She had not trusted anyone at the school to be on her side about this little endeavor as may would have gone out of their way to assure her that no good would come of her perceived "meddling".

Hermione sighed making her way up the steps toward Severus Snape's childhood bedroom. She closed the door behind her and sat on the edge of his well made bed despite his not being home in the past six months. Her amber eyes took in the wondrous mix of a hopeful young wizard barely making his start in the world and the embittered older man that had been a shell of the young wizard due to personal tragedies and torment.

The room spelled of herbs and fresh earth much like the Potions Master himself and his robes. Opening the silver box that she clasped so tightly to her, she pulled the golden time-turner device she managed to take from the ruins of Headmaster Severus Snape's office.

Eager to see what his life must have been like before the war as she gazed around his bedroom once more, Hermione quickly calculated the year and made the necessary adjustments to the time-turner.

"I hope this works." she said closing her eyes as she tried to imagine how Snape would be in the distant past as a teenager wizard.

The swirling of magic enveloped the witch as the sands of time shifted within the center of the spinning golden spheres.

The all too familiar pull began to tug her from the reality that had been her world and sent her propelling forward as more white light washed over her within moments every aspect of her being was broken down and separated into particles of what appeared to have been sand and scattered across the sea of time.

Hermione Granger had effectively left behind the year 1998.