I lost track of the conversation somewhat but came back in at the moment Hermione said

“And – Snape? What does Snape do in this other world?” His reaction was predictable as he watched me.

“I’m dead, presumably.” He looked from me, to Scorpius and back. Somehow Scorpius was the only one brave enough or capable of still forming words.

“Bravely.” Said Scorpius, holding his head as high as he could.

“Who?” asked Snape, his eyes watching me.

“Voldemort” his answer was so clear, so plain. I felt such pride for Scorpius and yet fear for my uncle.

“How very irritating.” I suddenly noticed that he flicked his fingernails. I do that.

“Then we will return the way you did. And reverse each spell you did.” Said Hermione.

“You know I’ll probably end up being there as well. I’m telling you that thing is faulty.” I interjected pointing at the time turner.

“Well let’s just hope you don’t. It’s the best chance we have” barked Hermione. Even now her tone was reminiscent of being at the Ministry. I didn’t want us to undo it all but I knew it couldn’t stay this way.