After hearing Sagitta call Severus "dad" Hermione left the room, almost toppling the table over in her haste. She swallowed hard as her feet hit the steps taking her up.

She needed to write Harry, immediately. Severus having a daughter wasn't anything he felt was essential to mention at all? Snape having a daughter just completely slipped his mind?

Harry,

You didn't find time to mention yesterday that Snape has a daughter? Please tell me all that you can.

Hermione

After the rather violently scripted letter was sent out with an owl that conveniently returned a package at the correct moment, Hermione sat numbly in her room.

Maybe the question was redundant, and there was no reason to keep repeating it, but what had she done? Being there in this new universe was going to be hard for her, that was for certain, especially after what she'd seen from last night?

The thought she could be seeing the rest of her other life like that upset her tremendously. How far out would the dreams take her? Would they be good or bad?

She shook out her head, not really caring for those thoughts. However long that ailment would plague her wasn't in her control as far as she knew, so she wasn't going to try.

Still sat in the quiet room, Hermione was startled when a knock interrupted the peace she'd created.

"Hermione?"

Brown eyes looked up to see the dark figure, his overbearing presence coming closer.

"Are you feeling ill?"

"No, Severus."

"Then come back to breakfast, it was rather rude of you to leave so abruptly."

A glare was tossed his way, though there was a tad bit of humor in him.

"I know you and Sagitta do not get along, but it was no reason to simply depart from the meal."

Hermione could have argued differently. The brunette stood up and handed Severus a package that had come from the owl she intercepted, however, finding it in her to be cordial. 

"This came."

He furrowed his imperial eyebrows and tugged at the package's strings, smiling as a few bundles of paper showed themselves.

"Draco finally owled me the files I needed."

"For what?" Hermione inquired dumbly.

Another curious look at her made her almost want to vomit, he must have already told her what they were.

"The school's curriculum for the upcoming year, obviously," he drawled at her, "Are you sure you are not ill?"

"Positively."

Shrugging, he threw the piles onto his nightstand and left the room, apparently caring not any longer that she had left the breakfast meal.

Luckily enough, the pervious owl returned with a parchment that Hermione couldn't have opened fast enough.

Hermione,

I forgot to mention Sagitta? Well, sorry for that. It's a bit odd you not knowing your own life.

When Severus was twenty-six, he had a tryst with this muggle woman that fell really hard for him. She hadn't a clue that he was a wizard, so when she announced she was pregnant, Severus informed her of who he was. I reckon he would have married her, but the woman was down-right disgusted and vowed the moment she had the baby she never wanted to see either of them again.

You and her have never gotten along, she's a Ravenclaw, and is the highest in her class. I think you two don't get along because she didn't like the fact you married Severus just to obey law. As far as I know she doesn't know about your affair.

My apologies,

Harry

Hermione looked over the letter a few times and sighed, burning it once she'd memorized the letter. Who wouldn't want their own child made out of such deep love, magical or not?

It kind of made her feel bad for the girl, she didn't want to hate her. Maybe there were quite a few things Hermione could change, and with that thought she excitedly returned to breakfast even if there wasn't much left of it. If she did change things, staying wouldn't be awful, that's for sure. While there was nothing much to do about the fact Hermione did not love Severus and had no desire to, other things could make her life better, happier.

When confused looks met her as they came away from the kitchen, Hermione smiled wearily.

"Are you miserable or not?" Sagitta asked quickly, rolling her eyes at the scoff her father emitted, "She's rather emotional today."

"Don't provoke her, Sagitta."

"She's fine," Hermione interrupted the girl before she could retort, "I have, and I apologize for that, I promise I'll be a bit more consistent in my emotions."

The girl's blank look explained her comment, "Are you mocking me?"

"Go to your room for a bit, darling."

Severus' daughter obeyed his demand, allowing her father to finish cleaning the table in a semblance of peace.

"What has gotten into you, Hermione? You came back from the dress shoppe yesterday and suddenly are acting odd. I thought with last night we had forgotten everything, and we were back to normal." He was shuffling around, Severus, and his voice was fluctuating from disbelief to utter curiosity, outshone by any normal degree of the emotion.

Hermione hadn't ever truly been good at on-the-fly excuses until the war demanded it of her, but even still she struggled to pull stories from the thin of air.

"I don't want to hate Sagitta."

"When did you decide upon this?" Severus retorted, though he seemed somewhat hopeful.

"When I was perusing for books."

Hermione was wondering just how deeply he slept, she may just want to spell off those all-telling eyebrows of his.

"I am not jesting, Severus, I was thinking: I don't have a good reason to not like your daughter."

"Bar the fact you two haven't gotten on since I introduced you," he supplied skeptically.

"Yes, but I think it is high time I changed such the awful thing I did, no?"

Hermione most sincerely wanted nothing to do with the suspicious looks she was getting from this man.

"What awful thing?" The fact he had slipped his wand just enough to be nearly pointing it at her was disconcerting, yet she pressed forward.

"Began to hate before knowing, it is so very unlike myself."

"Finite," he muttered directly at her, her own wand of no use as there would be no evasions she could have used. She didn't want to, nothing but her memory was to be hidden.

"How dare you," she faked, "Are you still thinking I am another?"

"Not any longer, no," his voice replied, dragging out in his sarcastic and demeaning way, like when she was in school what felt like years prior now.

"If you're done throwing spells and questions at me, I am going to go buy Sagitta an apology present."

"You could simply say you wanted to leave."

Her brown eyes were trained on his black ones, narrowing so fiercely Hermione had trouble recognizing herself.

"I want to leave."

"You stubborn witch, go then! Instead of arguing with your husband," Severus hissed, though he quite obviously used the term in more offense than anything.

Standing, nearly knocking back the wooden chair she'd been warming, Hermione ran upstairs and snatched the small satchel that she kept upon her person at all times and waltzed back down, paying no mind to Severus in the small kitchen he seemed to so adore.

The door opened swiftly, and in rather plain muggle attire, Hermione drew no attention from those who inhabited Spinner's End as they frolicked about the place in dead of summer. That was also a thing she seemed unable to comprehend. When she was in her original time-line there was a war going on in the late of May, yet this certainly wasn't may as Severus' daughter was not at Hogwarts. Then again, she didn't even understand how she landed where she was, how was she supposed to understand the logistics?

She took a few steps down the road, still in view of a few of the house's windows when she saw that no one seemed to be about any longer. There were there moments ago, she'd seen them very vividly. It must have been the heat or another distraction, either way she went a few more steps and ignored her mind's paranoia.

It was most likely just the fight she'd had with Severus... whatever type of disagreement it was, she wasn't entirely sure how to define the conversation with him. She, as Hermione Granger, was not mad with him as Severus Snape. But as Hermione Snape, there was most definitely anger welling within her at his thinking that she was another... that was simply how it had to be, wasn't it? Hermione could not get caught, she could no dare to let him even glimpse into her mind for fear of who-know's-what. The affair, her finding her other self, everything prior to a few minutes ago could be disastrous in her simply staying alive here.

Guilt washed over Hermione at the fact that what she was doing now was her first thought to live in this world. She could have simply traveled far or changed her features enough not to be suspicious. Of course she couldn't live under a glamour her whole life, but there were muggle way's to change her looks that were permanent, however painful they would be. That also meant giving up her friends, Harry, and probably even her parents as no one would be able to know that she was a double. No one could know that sinister type of magic existed to be transported into another reality. It was... Circe forgive her, unrealistic.  

With her mind all foggy, she didn't hear anyone approach her, and she certainly did not hear the spell until it was too late, and she was unconscious on the ground, only a few steps from where she'd just left.

-

Hermione was back to the visions of war again, no such luck as to be actually in her old life. They'd just heard Snape fall to the ground, the thud of his rather thin body still echoing about the Shrieking Shack.

They rushed in when Voldemort had left, and it was obvious that Harry was quite curious as to why Snape had just taken the attack of Nagini. He also seemed rather curious to know why he would be sacrificing him so easily. Wasn't there any friendship between Snape and Dumbledore at all, the boy with messy hair and green eyes seemed to wonder as he looked at the man.

It was odd, just then, Snape, near lifeless, beckoning Harry forward and telling him to "take it". Harry figured it out before Hermione did, until her hand thrust a conjured flask into his shaking one. Harry capped off what Hermione now recognized as a memory, and her conscience seemed to not recognize whatever else it was Snape spoken, but it probably didn't matter.

She then cringed, watching herself go into a fit of pain next as Voldemort addressed them all, singling out Harry and giving him but an hour to give himself up.

The boy had an hour... he had an hour to grieve for those he'd lost, an hour to find out what Snape wanted him to see. Were there memories there that would make him convince himself to go to Voldemort? It seemed likely, and as Hermione watched herself follow Harry and Ron to where the dead lie, she realized what horror was awaiting them... all the now missing souls. There were strong men and women... and peers lying on the floor, unnmoving. Hermione didn't want to see their faces as she watched herself take in Ginny over Fred's loss, she could hardly bare to look at Remus and Tonks knowing their live's taken meant another small child in Harry's position.

But suddenly she was no longer watching him stand still, she was watching Harry turn back and run towards the headmaster's office... Snape's office.

Before she could even see Harry get to the pensieve, though, she woke to the sound of a dead man's voice. 

A/N

Not really a cliffhanger, but regardless, I wanted to apologize for not updating. I was harshly editing this chapter and it's prior and proceeding ones, so I fixed a few plot-holes and misinterpreted facts. 

I know Hermione's constant thought on her old self are getting annoying, and shall for a while longer, but as she spends more time in this place, eventually there will be less and less redundancy.