Title: I Put a Spell on You, I Mean Me
Creative Genius' at work: Autumn and Lara
E-mails: autumnleaves@autumnpenguins.com, and minako233@attbi.com
Rating: PG-13 at this point
Parinings S/H eventually
Authors' Notes: The plot is all Lara, I am just the beast of burden.
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20 years ago…….
Seveus Snape was an ambitious young man bent on getting the most of his education. In his seventh year with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, Severus was taking transfiguration, history of magic, care of magical creatures, potions, runes, divination and arithmancy. To get to his classes on time, Snape had been allotted a time turner, a magical device that would allow him to add extra hours to the day so he could attend all his classes. Although he dearly loved his daily potions class, it was the one class he wish he could have skipped altogether this year.
There were some people that Severus Snape simply couldn't abide by. Unfortunately two of them were standing directly behind him. James Potter and Sirus Black. Two people who were as carefree as you could get. Snape didn't approve of carefree behaviour. He thought it was dangerous and something nobody should indulge in past the age of 10. Especially not in a setting such as this, a 7th year potions class at Hogwarts. And it didn't help matters that he had to work with the two aforementioned Gryffindors. Professor Cauldron really had lost her mind if she thought that Griffindor-Slytherin relations would improve by assigning the class partners from the opposite house to work on a semester-long project.
Severus threw a glance at the two boys behind him and rolled his eyes. It annoyed him to no end that people with the intelligence that Potter and Black had would rather waste their time goofing off than concentrating on work. It was because of them that the three had to start over their potion in the first place. Snape himself had taken over complete control of the potion on this second time around and found that one set of hands did indeed work faster. He was making final preparations for the potion when a nudge at the back tipped him into the side of the large cauldron he was working with. The timetable around his neck crashed into the side of the cauldron and the delicate instrument broke, the grains of sand spilling into the potion. An explosion shook the room and left the class frozen to the spot. A great cloud of violet boiled up from the potion and with a flash of red light, Severus disappeared leaving behind a world frozen in time.
Present Day…….
Wolfsbane potion was on of Snape' least favourite brews to make. It required a lot of attention, smelled quite powerful, and it was for Remus Lupin, resident werewolf and defence against the dark arts teacher. Lupin was the only teacher who had taken the post for more than one year. He'd returned a year ago and it looked like he was here to stay. Of course, his continued presence at the school meant that Snape needed to brew the complex potion that kept Lupin's werewolf side in check. The potion had to be brewed every month, as each batch was only good for a month at the most.
Snape took the cauldron off the fire and allowed it to begin cooling when a low rumbling noise began. He turned in a slow circle attempting to locate the source of the noise. The noise grew louder and a reddish fog began to seep out of the cauldron. Snape sensed an explosion and took cover under his thick oak desk. Seconds later a loud explosion erupted and the sound of coughing could be heard. Snape emerged from behind his desk to an incredible sight. Severus Snape was standing before him, covered in a violet liquid and 17 years younger. It had to be some sort of illusion.
"Who are you?" Snape addressed the young man in front of him.
"Severus Snape sir."
"Very amusing. Who are you really, Potter or Weasley perhaps?"
"I'm who I said I am." the young man said, slightly confused.
Snape set his face and spoke in a cold voice " You are indeed who you say you are, when you've taken polyjuice potion. We'll take you to the headmaster and sort this out. Impersonating another person, particularly a staff member is enough to get one expelled."
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Dumbledore's Office……..
Professor Severus Snape and the young delinquent made their way to the headmaster's office. Snape muttered the password 'Gobstopper' and the stone gargoyle slid away to reveal the passageway to the headmaster's office.
" To what do I own the pleasure, Severus?" the ancient headmaster asked, eyes twinkling.
"This young man thought it would be amusing to not only ruin my wolfsbane potion, but also to ingest polyjuice potion in some elaborate prank. I have a feeling it's either Potter or Weasley." Professor Snape informed Dumbledore.
"For the last time, I am not James Potter, and I don't know any Weasley!" the young man exclaimed, clearly exasperated. "I would love to know where I am, and who you people are. I was in Professor Cannon's class, and James and Sirus pushed me towards the potion and that's all I remember."
"Excuse us for a minute young man" Dumbledore smiled kindly at the young man in front of him.
"Of course sir" Severus said as he left the room to give the two men privacy.
"If it's polyjuice potion, don't you think it would have worn off by now, Severus?"
"I don't know what happened, but I dislike this child trying to pass himself off with my name." Snape said coolly.
"We're faced with an interesting dilemma here, and the boy certainly seems to know about your classmates and he looks remarkably like you did during your last year here. I think it best to investigate a possible rip in the fabric of time."
"What shall we do with him for the time being?"
"What we do with all our students, sort him and give him an education."
"If it's really me, I'm assuming he will be in Slytherin."
"Ah, well this is a different set of circumstances, perhaps there will be a different outcome."
Dumbledore went to retrieve the young man from the hallway. "Well, Severus, I confess we don't know exactly what happened, but we believe that until we can return you to where you belong, it would be best too keep you here, and further your education. Would you agree?"
"Yes, but I want to know who that man is. He looks like my dad."
"Well, it appears Severus, that our potions master is you 20 years in the future."
"Bloody hell, you mean this greasy git is me! No wonder my mum always told me to wash. I turned into my father with greasy haird and bad teeth," the younger man blurted out, before realizing it probably wasn't a good idea to insult anybody who looked that cross.
"Well they do say that the past comes back to haunt you Severus." Albus said, chuckling at the murderous look the elder Snape was shooting towards the youngster.
"Now, we have decided the best course of action is to sort you and pass you off as one of Severus' relatives. I believe you have a sister, Severus?" Dumbledore questioned the potions master.
"Yes, Agatha. She never married, and never had children, thank God."
"Be that as it may, I believe that we can pass your Severus off here as your nephew."
"Good, now what sort of a name would Agatha choose for a son?"
"Salazar. She had a fondness for odd names." Snape said dryly.
"So, Salazar Snape, which house would you be in?"
"Slytherin of course" both Snape's answered together, before glaring at one another.
"We shall see, we shall see." Dumbledore said as he retrieved the Sorting Hat from its place in the room. "Have a seat dear boy."
'Salazar' sat and the hat was placed upon his head. "Interesting, didn't we meet years ago, in another time and place? I believe you were rather difficult to sort, but Slythein house claimed your precious mind. Yes indeed, yes indeed. This time, better make it GRYFFINDOR!"
The two Snape's looked incredibly surprised, but Albus simply chucked. "Well, this is an interesting turn of events indeed."
Severus stormed out of the room while Dumbledore put away the sorting hat and turned to Salazar.
"There's nothing to be done now, so we shall simply see how this all turns out. Let's meet with your new head of house and settle you in for what should be an interesting experience."
With that, the newly christened Salazar Snape was led by Albus Dumbledore to the one place he never thought he would be, Gryffindor tower.