Hey, this is Potrickterman! My fic is called Harry Potter and the Portkey of Ages. I know its lame, but I hope the story is good enough for you. I didn't actually write this, but I made the ideas for it-my buddy Crazyblade wrote it.
A/N-This is a slash fic! That means guy/guy- if you don't like that, fine, just don't read. Main pairing being HP/SS, others will be RWHG…….and now, since HBP, this fic is ENTIRELY AU!
Disclaimer- I own nothing of Harry Potter…don't sue…on with the story…
Things around Harry had begun to look a bit pointless after the battle and his courageous defeat of the Dark Lord-Voldemort. But eventually (mostly after he started his seventh year at Hogwarts) life regained purpose. All throughout his sixth year, Harry had thought that nothing was really worth its face value; everything in life was meaningless. But, what he had seen in the war changed his mind. He now realized that instead of just being gay, he was also in love with his Potions Professor, Severus Snape. He knew all too well that the man truly detested him. But there was no way Harry would let that stop him from being as mature, confident and intelligent as he could to at least have a truce. Snape had shown no response to his most-hated students' new quirk when in his class, except the occasional look of shocked disgust.
As Hermione, Ron and Harry were walking down towards the dungeons, they met a familiar face. Draco Malfoy was just turning a corner as he spotted the infamous trio coming straight towards him.
"So, who's up for a stroll in the dungeons?" He sneered.
"I don't know. Who's up for a class they can get into?" Hermione retorted, reminding Malfoy that he was unwelcome in their seventh year Potions class because of his abysmal potion the week before. Professor McGonagall was teaching the class that day, and sadly, Draco had no clue what he was doing without the help of Professor Snape. Although, in Ron's opinion, the true tragedy was that Snape was back teaching his own class after he recovered from the accident that Neville Longbottom had caused in their class a few days earlier.
"Watch it, or your precious teacher might deduct points." He snapped back fiercely.
"Wow, Malfoy's learned a new word! He even pronounced it correctly." She said coolly. Suddenly, it looked as though Malfoy had had enough, and he walked away without another word.
"You know, you'd think with that truce we made and how much we did for the git, he might show some manners once and a while." Ron said indignantly.
"Whatever-forget him. I want to get to class early, remember?" Harry said.
"Yeah, why do you want to go there early? And why is it that you've been helping in his class, too? It's like you actually want to be there or something." Ron asked, suspicious.
"You know Harry, he does have a point. Not that I mind, of course, but it is a bit odd." Hermione agreed.
"I just thought we made a sort of truce with him. I don't want to go pissing everyone off again." Said Harry evasively.
"He certainly doesn't know about any truce." Hermione said as they started walking again. Although the trip to the Potions classroom didn't take very long, Harry was looking more eager with every step. The door was already cracked open, and they noticed that a few Slytherins were waiting for the rest of the class. Since there were so few students taking seventh year Potions, all of the houses were put in one class. Right behind them were two familiar Hufflepuffs, Ernie McMillan and his best friend Justin Finch-Fletchley.
"Hey, mate." Ernie said as he noticed Harry in the doorway. "Why are you lot here so early? Class doesn't start for another twenty minutes at least." Although Ernie was a nice guy, he did tend to pry into other peoples' business.
"Oh, Harry wanted to talk to Snape about something." Ron said dismissively, looking around, shocked to see so many students arriving to Snape's class early. "What about you?"
"Yeah, so I'll talk to you lot later, right?" Harry cut in, not wanting to be held up by such a useless conversation. As Harry walked away, he noticed that Professor Snape wasn't in the class. He looked for someone who might know where he was, but the people surrounding him were all Slytherins, most of which hated Harry for his defeat of their master. Harry decided to wait a while to see if Professor Snape was coming, since he knew all too well that Snape believed firmly in punctuality.
After nearly all of the other students had arrived, Harry began to get suspicious and went to one of the other doors in the room. The door led to a place that Harry had seen Snape go to retrieve ingredients of his own; he just figured that it was his private rooms. Luckily he wasn't too close to the door yet or he would have been knocked out when it had opened unexpectedly in front of him. Snape's imposing figure appeared from behind the hardwood door; he was livid, looking more enraged than the day Harry looked in his pensive.
"Potter!" He spat with his usual hostility. "What do you think you're doing here?" Furrowing his brows with as much intensity as he could manage.
"Sorry, sir, I was going to see if you were coming to class soon." Harry said hesitantly, barely keeping eye contact with his Professor.
"And why, Mr. Potter, would I come to class today?" He asked snidely.
Confused, Harry tried to explain it to Snape without insulting the proud mans' intelligence. "Well, we're scheduled to have your class today, the seventh year Potions class, Professor." Snape quickly glanced behind Harry to see a room full of his seventh year Potions students. Eyes widening a fraction, he stepped back into the entrance of the room, turned swiftly and left the students in shock. None of them had seen Professor Snape act that way before, but they were only silent for a moment, eventually letting gossip get the best of them. Harry was more confused than anyone else though, and had decided to talk to someone who would know what was going on.
"I'm going to see Dumbledore, if Professor Snape comes back, um, tell him it was an emergency or something." Harry whispered hastily to his friends as he left the dungeon classroom. He ran as long as he could until he was out-of-breath, luckily he was very close to Dumbledore's office. Walking the rest of the way, he wondered what exactly he should say to the old man about Professor Snape, or if the man would even believe him.
'Maybe this wasn't such a great idea,' Harry thought just as he arrived at the stone gargoyle. 'No, he has always listened in the past, he'll know I'm serious,' he decided. "Butterbeer." Harry said with amusement; Albus Dumbledore had a way of being completely serious while also being humorous, especially when it came to creating passwords for his door.
Dumbledore greeted Harry kindly, although, Harry knew that the headmaster was alarmed, so he thought it best to be direct in explaining his sudden appearance.
"Hello, Professor. I wanted to ask you if Professor Snape is feeling alright?"
"And why would you ask that, Harry?" Even hearing this, it appeared to Harry as though Dumbledore was expecting something like this.
"Well, sir, he was quite shocked to see me in his class today. In fact, he was shocked that he had a class today at all. He actually sort of ran away when he saw the class. I know that he believes strongly in punctuality, and so, I thought that all of this was rather strange." He blurted out anxiously.
"Well, Harry, I do believe that I know what has upset your Professor, but I'm sure that he is fine, I will just have to go and speak with him. Come, I will walk down with you."
The walk down to the dungeons was silent and too long in Harry's opinion. He couldn't wait to see that Snape was all right; he was quite worried. Snape had never behaved in such a manner before. He always saw his Professor as a constant, the one person who would never change, never dare to look at him in any other way; and although this disappointed Harry because of his feelings towards the man, he knew that he'd be happier that way.
The entire room was filled with loud conversations; something Harry had to get used to seeing in the usually eerie classroom. Dumbledore immediately silenced the class as he strode over towards the opposite door. He knocked gently at the aged, oak door and waiting for a response.
As they waited in reluctant silence, the class imagined what illnesses their hated Potions Professor might have attracted. Harry, on the other hand, was hoping that his professor was just slightly distracted this morning-although; he knew that that wasn't he case. Finally, Snape opened the door, with much less force than before, Harry noticed. He allowed his eyes to sweep casually throughout the dungeon, pausing only for a moment to glare suspiciously at Harry, then turning his cold stare towards the headmaster.
"What is it you want, Albus?" Professor Snape said, barely concealing his anger.
"Sorry to disturb you, Severus, but I heard that you did not wish to teach your class today. Is something the matter?" he said calmly in response, his eyes lost some of his infamous twinkle though, letting Harry know that he would probably regret asking for his help.
"Yes, something is the matter!" he yelled. Sighing heavily, Snape tried to regain his composure. "I told you long ago that I will not be teaching when this happens. You have known for years, you never had one slip-up before and I know that you've done this on purpose, but I will not be teaching today." Snape said as though this finished the matter.
"Sorry, Severus, but I guess I will have to find a replacement while you aren't feeling well. If you are as ill as to not have the ability to teach a class of capable, seventh-year students, well, something must truly be upsetting you. Why don't you go lie down and rest?" Albus said innocently, but his twinkling eyes led Harry to believe that he was only trying to bait Snape into teaching.
"Perhaps I should rest, yes. But, Albus, who could substitute for my class on such short notice?" he asked with mock concern.
"Well, Severus, perhaps Harry could teach today. If you don't mind that is, Harry?" As soon as Harry heard his name exit Dumbledore's mouth, his eyes popped out of their sockets. 'No, he…he didn't just say me…Snape would kill me, he'd murder us all!'
"No, no, Professor, um, I think that, er, Professor Snape is alright, right, sir?" He turned expectantly to Snape to confirm that he would be teaching, but it looked as though, just because he wanted it, his Professor would leave him out to die.
"Sorry, Potter, but the Headmaster presents a fine idea. Student teachers. That will test your knowledge of the subjects you cover; you will be graded on what they learn." Snape said with a sigh, at first Harry thought that he was joking, based on the tone of his voice, but looking straight into his eyes, he knew…Professor Snape wasn't joking at all, he was completely serious.
"Fine, sir, I'll teach my class until you're well." Harry said quite sullenly.
"No, Harry, I don't think that will be necessary. I will hurry to find a suitable replacement for your dear Professor Snape," at this Snape made a noise that suggested to Harry that he found the term 'dear' to be laughable…to Harry's horror, so did the rest of the class. They all sniggered and pointed at Harry, laughing, knowing that Snape hated him, thinking that his position was so funny, mostly because it was him, Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived.
"Yes, I can hardly imagine what I would come back to-if anything-if we left the class to Potter." He sneered, smirking at Harry.
"Well, sir, I would hope that you would have enough faith in your own teaching to think that a student of yours could handle a few well-organized peers." He replied simply, knowing he had his professor cornered.
"Yes, but I am not your only professor, Potter." Snape shot back.
"I would also hope that a good influence would overrule the bad, sir."
"One can only hope, Potter." At this, Snape turned and left, his robes billowing soundlessly behind him.
"Well, I suppose that we should just try reading for the last twenty minutes," Harry said calmly. Having taught the DA, Harry was quite used to being in charge-he was also a natural-born leader. "Good-bye, Professor." He called to Dumbledore.
"Good day, Harry. If you need anything, just ask." And with that, Harry was left to teach his own classmates about the weakening potion known as "Endless Weight".
Hey, this will be HP/SS eventually…let me know what you think so far, if you have any complaints, comments, questions and/or advice just submit a review to this fic. Thanks for reading…