Chapter Three: A Future Affair
Title: A Future Affair
Chapter: Three
Author: songofthepoets
Genre: Romance/General
Rating: PG13 (for now)
Characters: Youth!Severus, Youth!Remus, Adult!Snape, Adult!Lupin, Dumbledore, Harry, Draco.
Pairings: Snape/Remus, Lupin/Severus, Severus/Remus, Snape/Lupin, Harry/Draco.
Warnings: Slash, Staff/Student, Adult/Youth
Summary: What happens when Severus and Remus are transported to the
future, and either boy falls for the other's future self?
Disclaimer: Characters owned by J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 3- Remus's Revelation
Remus was quickly introduced to Harry's best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They didn't seem surprised by the fact that they were meeting a boy from twenty-one years in the past. In fact, they seemed thrilled to meet him and were happy to answer any questions he might have.
"You might say that we have experience in time travel," the bushy haired, brunette said with a small laugh. The red head beside her scowled.
"Speak for yourself, Hermione," he muttered. "That was only you and Harry. I was left behind, if you recall."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "And you had a broken leg too, if I recall correctly."
Ron bit back any reply that had been settling on his tongue and turned to Remus. "Blimey, though. Twenty-one years into the future. How do you feel?"
Remus blinked, surprised by being the subject at hand once again. He shrugged with a smile. "I don't feel any different. I'm a little worried though. Something Dumbledore told Severus and myself before we left his office. He said we were to meet someone who might remind us of ourselves."
The look passed between the three wasn't lost on Remus. He raised a brow and looked from one to the other.
"The three of you know what he's talking about," he stated. They nodded but didn't offer any hints. Remus sighed. "I suppose I'll just have to wait until I see them to know. Can't be any more crazy than what's already happened."
The three of them laughed and Hermione clapped her hands together. "We're supposed to take you to McGonagall for your schedule."
Remus followed the three, installing to memory the names and faces of people they pointed out, of corridors to steer clear of, and the Quidditch standings for that year thus far. It was the exact same day in this time as it had been in his own, and so they wouldn't have to worry about classes for another week. Well, Harry, Ron, and Hermione wouldn't. He, however, would have to sit in with each of his teachers to take a test making sure he had the aptitude for the level he was being transfered into. McGonagall made it clear that even if he was in the same classes in his own time, it didn't matter. Different teachers taught differently, taught different things, taught harder or easier. He bit his tongue and chose his classes, deciding that here was just one more similarity between his time and this time: you just didn't argue with McGonagall. He took his schedule silently when she handed it to him and was surprised when he caught an entertained sort of smile on her face.
"Do well, Mr. Lupin," she said. "I trust I don't have reason to worry, so I won't. You're expected in your first class tommorow morning first thing after breakfast to take your Defense Against the Dark Arts aptitude test. Mr. Potter can accompany you. You are free to go."
Remus smiled and nodded, joining the others outside McGonagall's office. He didn't even glance at the schedule as he folded and pocketed it.
"You've missed dinner," Hermione said. "McGonagall gave us permission to take you to the kitchens if you're hungry."
Remus shook his head. Even with all the excitement, he wasn't the least bit hungry and just wanted to get to bed so that he would wake the next day and find this all to be some odd dream.
"No thank you," he said. "I'm tired so I think I'd like to head up to bed. I have several tests tommorow, after all, so I want to be rested up."
The three nodded and they walked silently to Gryffindor Tower. When they entered the common room, several people looked up, their eyes trained on Remus. Heat flushed to his cheeks as he looked down at his feet. He really didn't like being the center of attention; that was James and Sirius's forte. Hermione announced loudly that she was going to get some studying done and that the common room was to be completely silent. The stares slowly found their way back to previous tasks and Remus smiled his thanks to her. She smiled back before kissing Ron and bidding them a good night. Ron, his cheeks a little red, ran his hand through his head before clearing his throat.
"So, shall we get you up to the dormitory. A bed's already been conjured for you, along with a trunk with anything you'll need."
Remus nodded. He could still feel some of the Gryffindor's eyes on him and he wanted to be out of this forced spot light as soon as possible. As they crossed the room and started up the stairs, he couldn't help but feel that it wasn't just because he was from the past that caused them to stare. It was as if they already knew him, but not in this form.
Could they possibly know his adult form? The Remus Lupin that would be thirty eight in this time.
Then it hit him. The person that Dumbledore meant would remind him of himself was himself. His thirty eight year old self.
Were the surprises ever going to end?
( Chapter 1)
( Chapter 2)
Chapter: Three
Author: songofthepoets
Genre: Romance/General
Rating: PG13 (for now)
Characters: Youth!Severus, Youth!Remus, Adult!Snape, Adult!Lupin, Dumbledore, Harry, Draco.
Pairings: Snape/Remus, Lupin/Severus, Severus/Remus, Snape/Lupin, Harry/Draco.
Warnings: Slash, Staff/Student, Adult/Youth
Summary: What happens when Severus and Remus are transported to the
future, and either boy falls for the other's future self?
Disclaimer: Characters owned by J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 3- Remus's Revelation
Remus was quickly introduced to Harry's best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They didn't seem surprised by the fact that they were meeting a boy from twenty-one years in the past. In fact, they seemed thrilled to meet him and were happy to answer any questions he might have.
"You might say that we have experience in time travel," the bushy haired, brunette said with a small laugh. The red head beside her scowled.
"Speak for yourself, Hermione," he muttered. "That was only you and Harry. I was left behind, if you recall."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "And you had a broken leg too, if I recall correctly."
Ron bit back any reply that had been settling on his tongue and turned to Remus. "Blimey, though. Twenty-one years into the future. How do you feel?"
Remus blinked, surprised by being the subject at hand once again. He shrugged with a smile. "I don't feel any different. I'm a little worried though. Something Dumbledore told Severus and myself before we left his office. He said we were to meet someone who might remind us of ourselves."
The look passed between the three wasn't lost on Remus. He raised a brow and looked from one to the other.
"The three of you know what he's talking about," he stated. They nodded but didn't offer any hints. Remus sighed. "I suppose I'll just have to wait until I see them to know. Can't be any more crazy than what's already happened."
The three of them laughed and Hermione clapped her hands together. "We're supposed to take you to McGonagall for your schedule."
Remus followed the three, installing to memory the names and faces of people they pointed out, of corridors to steer clear of, and the Quidditch standings for that year thus far. It was the exact same day in this time as it had been in his own, and so they wouldn't have to worry about classes for another week. Well, Harry, Ron, and Hermione wouldn't. He, however, would have to sit in with each of his teachers to take a test making sure he had the aptitude for the level he was being transfered into. McGonagall made it clear that even if he was in the same classes in his own time, it didn't matter. Different teachers taught differently, taught different things, taught harder or easier. He bit his tongue and chose his classes, deciding that here was just one more similarity between his time and this time: you just didn't argue with McGonagall. He took his schedule silently when she handed it to him and was surprised when he caught an entertained sort of smile on her face.
"Do well, Mr. Lupin," she said. "I trust I don't have reason to worry, so I won't. You're expected in your first class tommorow morning first thing after breakfast to take your Defense Against the Dark Arts aptitude test. Mr. Potter can accompany you. You are free to go."
Remus smiled and nodded, joining the others outside McGonagall's office. He didn't even glance at the schedule as he folded and pocketed it.
"You've missed dinner," Hermione said. "McGonagall gave us permission to take you to the kitchens if you're hungry."
Remus shook his head. Even with all the excitement, he wasn't the least bit hungry and just wanted to get to bed so that he would wake the next day and find this all to be some odd dream.
"No thank you," he said. "I'm tired so I think I'd like to head up to bed. I have several tests tommorow, after all, so I want to be rested up."
The three nodded and they walked silently to Gryffindor Tower. When they entered the common room, several people looked up, their eyes trained on Remus. Heat flushed to his cheeks as he looked down at his feet. He really didn't like being the center of attention; that was James and Sirius's forte. Hermione announced loudly that she was going to get some studying done and that the common room was to be completely silent. The stares slowly found their way back to previous tasks and Remus smiled his thanks to her. She smiled back before kissing Ron and bidding them a good night. Ron, his cheeks a little red, ran his hand through his head before clearing his throat.
"So, shall we get you up to the dormitory. A bed's already been conjured for you, along with a trunk with anything you'll need."
Remus nodded. He could still feel some of the Gryffindor's eyes on him and he wanted to be out of this forced spot light as soon as possible. As they crossed the room and started up the stairs, he couldn't help but feel that it wasn't just because he was from the past that caused them to stare. It was as if they already knew him, but not in this form.
Could they possibly know his adult form? The Remus Lupin that would be thirty eight in this time.
Then it hit him. The person that Dumbledore meant would remind him of himself was himself. His thirty eight year old self.
Were the surprises ever going to end?
( Chapter 1)
( Chapter 2)