A/N: Okay, first off Snape is NOT dead in this story, which takes place after Voldemort is defeated. Second, the whole story is in Hermione's point of view unless I say it's not which may or may not happen. Yeah…that's pretty much all you need to know.
Disclaimer: I think it's pretty obvious that I don't own Harry Potter, if I did I wouldn't be on fanfiction right now.
I sighed as I followed Snape toward the doorstep. Even though the war was over, members of the Order of the Phoenix thought that we still needed protection until the rogue Death Eaters were captured and sent to Azkaban. For safety purposes, Harry, Ron and I were sent to safe houses with a different order member. Unfortunately for me, I got stuck with Snape and am going to be spending the summer with him at his home in Spinner's End. I wish I could say he had softened a bit after the war, but that's almost the complete opposite. He seems even more guarded around the three of us after we saw him almost die. Part of me wishes I could try and get closer to him so he would maybe let down his walls but the pessimistic side of me knows that would never happen. That didn't mean I wasn't going to try.
Taking a deep breath, I followed him inside after he unlocked the door to find myself standing in a grand foyer that made me feel the size of an ant. The floors were a smooth flawless marble that didn't seem to match Snape's dark personality. There were two staircases, one on the left and one on the right that came together at the top, leading to an open walkway with doors interspersed that I guessed were bedrooms. Following Snape down a hallway to the right, he spoke the names of the rooms as we passed. Finally, he stopped at a door towards the end of the hallway.
"This is my personal potions lab of which you are absolutely forbidden to enter unless specifically asked by no one other than myself." I frowned slightly to myself, I had actually been hoping he would show me it; I enjoyed my potions lessons with him. He turned to the door across the hall from the potions lab. "This is the kitchen; you can summon a house elf from your bedroom if you're hungry and don't want to walk down here."
Turning back the way we came, he lead me up the staircase to a door slightly to the left of the middle of the hall. "This will be your bedroom for the time being," he said as he opened the door. I felt myself gasp as I saw the interior of the room. In the middle of the room was a large canopy bed with shimmering violet bed curtains and comforter with silver accents and pillows. Looking through a door to the left I caught a glimpse of an all marble bathroom with a tub that looked almost as big as the one in the prefects' bathroom at Hogwarts.
"This is beautiful," I said, turning around to face him. "Thank you." The only indication I got telling me he heard me was a slight nod of his head as he looked at me with his emotionless obsidian eyes.
"Dinner is at 6 o'clock every evening, try not to be late. My bedroom is the one right next to yours in the middle of the hall; please don't come in unless you absolutely have to." With that he turned around and disappeared down the stairs, probably to his potions lab. I sighed. I have a lot of work to do if I'm going to get him to open up more.
The next few days I was absolutely bored out of my mind. I was pretty much stuck up in my room all day, besides meal times and the time I spent wandering around and exploring the house. On the third day of my stay there I finally found the library and I was overjoyed. I was slightly miffed at the fact that he withheld this information though, he knew I loved books, he constantly reminded me of this fact when he called me a know-it-all.
About a week after I had first arrived, I was sitting in the library curled up in a cozychair when I heard a loud boom. Startled, I looked around and realized the sound had come from the direction of the kitchen. I automatically thought of Snape and knew something must have gone wrong with a potion. Jumping out of the chair, I sprinted down the hallways, surprisingly extremely worried about him. If something happened to him it would be terrible, and not just because he survived Voldemort, but because he finally got his justice after everyone learned he was innocent and didn't really kill Dumbledore. Reaching the lab, I threw the door open without hesitation and ran in. Looking around, I ignored my fascination with all the ingredients and looked around frantically until I saw a pile of black fabric over a crumpled body on the floor.
"Professor!" I called as I quickly went to kneel at his side. "Are you alright?" I said as I turned him onto his back and instantly got my answer. Laying in front of me, blinking his bleary eyes rapidly, was a teenage boy with flawless pale skin and long black hair. "Oh my," I whispered as I realized what had happened; he had somehow been de aged. "Professor, do you remember what happened?"
"I was brewing a potion and…something must have went wrong, although I could have sworn I put the right ingredient in. I always keep it there…"
"Professor," I asked worriedly, "are you aware of what state you're in?"
"Should I be concerned about how I look?" he asked, brows furrowed in confusion.
"Sir, you're a teenager." Seeing the shocked and disbelieving look on his face, I quickly conjured a mirror and handed it to him. Seeing his reflection he instantly paled.
"We need to contact Minerva," he said, surprising me by getting up and offering me his hand. Pulling me out of the lab and down to the living room fireplace, he immediately Flooed McGonagall.
"Severus," she said, her eyes widening when she took in his appearance. "What happened?"
"I'm not sure, I was just brewing a simple Pepper-Up potion when it exploded. The next thing I know I'm on the floor, 18 again with Miss Granger kneeling beside me."
"Well, this is certainly…unexpected. I see what I can do, but for the time being you're going to have to stay this way. As long as you still have all your memories, I'm sure you'll be able to adequately protect Miss Granger."
Nodding solemnly, I watched Snape end the connection before turning to me. "You're going to help me research," he said, making it more of an order than a request.
"I will," I said, smirking to myself, "but not until you call me Hermione and I can call you Severus. Technically, you're not my teacher anymore, so there's no need for the formalities…Sevy." Smirking a very Slytherin smirk at the incredulous look on his face, I turned on my heel and walked back up to my room, a slight spring in my step. Something about the fact that my former Potions professor was now a teenager made me feel empowered, and I found myself planning to take advantage of his predicament and cross every personal boundary I could. This is going to be one interesting summer.