My Supposed Previous Life
By Angelis-Sensei
As of March 21, I have a BetaReader and have updated everything, now edited. Please enjoy this hopefully clearer version.
Thanks to my BetaReader, SailorHecate.
AN: This is my FIRST Harry Potter fanfic, and surprisingly, it might be my first non-shounen-ai one as well. Oh well. I hope those eccentric fans out there don't kill me by flames!
THIS is a warning: Even though I LOVE almost all HP fan fiction, I have decided to do something I haven't seen ANYONE else do! So, watch out. I'm a bit dangerous in this mood.
Also, I would like to add that I capitalize and don't capitalise things for a reason. I'll explain later.
And yes, for this one chapter, it's MEANT to be confusing!
Prologue:
I lay there for a second, wondering what was going to happen to me when they left. The were murmuring about something, I'm not sure what at the moment.. I know it has to do with me, that's the only thing that I'm sure of. I wish I knew what was happening to me, I really do.
"There won't be any more complications." The wizened, old Headmaster uttered, voice full of... many things. Sorrow, regret, and doubt come to mind . Hate as well. That emotion was well concealed, the old man not even aware of it himself.
"Albus, please give him a chance, I'm positive there's some sort of explanation for this. I mean, Har... err.. he has always had odd things happen to him. It could have been just a prank." Remus was panicking, not sure what to do. Lying in front of him used to be his best friend's son, Harry Potter. But he wasn't sure that it was his dear Harry anymore. At least it didn't look or smell like him...
I grimaced as I shoved a potion down the unconscious boy's throat, if He could even be called a boy anymore. I felt out of place, needing to be punished for what I was doing to Him. I repeatedly gave my apologies to the form before me, laden with guilt.
I hope that He does not wake when I look so pathetic...
I wake to the sour taste of a potion being forced down my throat. How awful it tasted!
I opened my eyes a bit, and looked around, noticing I could see... I could SEE! Without those god awful glasses! I scanned the room again to see Snape huddling next to my bed, appearing very sullen and pathetic.
"What--" I was shocked by my own voice. It was deep and rich... and it reminded me of someone.. I couldn't place it. "What are you doing, Professor?" I wouldn't dare be so mean to him after he might have saved my life...
Just my horrid luck! He did wake! I jolted at the sound of his voice, raising my eyes to his, wondering if they were still that same colour that I always saw.. or was it His?
I was started that they were exactly like His, but the emotions swirling behind them were a strange sight to me. He looked concerned! But, this... person, was Him, and he resembled Him in every way! This could not be the same person that I used to sneer at, reminding me of his arrogant father, who I took points from at every possible turn! It was indeed my Master... He truly had returned.
"I'm sorry, I just administered a healing potion to you. Hopefully you should feel better soon," I hurried out of the in as quickly as possible, concerned for many things...
As Snape left, I raised an eyebrow at his behaviour. I had never seen him act in such a way.
Never mind, I would find out later, I suppose... I looked down at myself, feeling more at home and comforted now than I had for my whole life. My body wasn't as I had remembered it, as I looked for the cause of me being in the Medic Ward. For now, let's find a mirror to see what happened that I needed a healing potion for, I concluded.
I finally found one, but the reflection was, strangely enough, not my own. I revelled at the crimson eyes staring straight back into my own. My newly acquired black, silky hair was brushing against my lower back.
I realized with a start that there was only one man with crimson eyes that I knew of... that was...
I couldn't be...
TBC
Yeah, I know it sounds like a TomHarryFatherSon fic, but it's not.. trust me.