Haarii-chan: Hey everyone. So, I've had this idea for the longest time and have finally decided to write it down. First, this is completely AU- deal with it.
Severus: Of course it is, you twit. You did not write the Harry Potter series, so it would stand to reason that this story takes place in an Alternate Universe.
Haarii-chan: . . . O.o . . . IT'S SEVERUS SNAPE! HOLY FLIPPING COW, MY LIFE IS ALMOST OFFICIALLY COMPLETE! *glomps :3*
Severus: *eye twitch and stands stiffly*
Haarii-chan: *snuggles* Everyone, it's one if the most amazingly complex characters! *looks up with HUGE Kitsune kit eyes* Please marry me!
Severus: *eye twitches again* Why?
Allen-kun, Minato-kun, Goku-kun, Haji-kun: Just accept it, mate. She won't stop until you do.
Goku-kun: Besides, she likes to cook!
Allen-kun: As well as read, write, and she is decently smart.
Minato-kun: She has a major tendency to be sarcastic and has had a fascination with all things magical since she could actually imagine things.
Haji-kun: Not to mention she loves potions and slightly darker characters.
Haarii-chan: I don't mind if you are a snarky bastard. You can come and go as you please, but I do not tolerate infidelity, so cheating will be punished quite severely. And last but not least, . . . I'm a natural red head.
Severus: *blinks . . . and blinks . . . and blinks some more*
Haarii-chan: Quick, do the ceremony while he's still slightly stunned!
. . . . . . . . . . . fifteen minutes later . . . . . . . . . . .
Haarii-chan: Haha! Another added to the harem. *snuggles into all* Enjoy the story!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE HARRY POTTER SERIES.
It's amazing how a few small deviations from the original design of the universe can completely change the perception of the life that we all recognize as 'what was meant to happen.' For instance, say that someone received a rare and volatile magical inheritance this time around, a small change which will lead to several other choices being made and eventually lead to a completely different outlook on life. Such was the case of one Severus Snape.
Originally, while in his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, when Severus was levitated and humiliated by Sirius Black and James Potter and had called Lily Evans a Mudblood, Severus was eventually dropped on his back after the torment had ended. However this time, due to his rage at the floating boy, James Potter lost his concentration on his levitating charm and dropped Snape on his face with a sickening THUD, causing potentially life-threatening damage to the Slytherin.
Now, James and his friends were cruel to the aforementioned boy, but even they wouldn't go so far as murder . . . or in the case of one Sirius Black, yet anyway. So, seeing the damaged his two friends had caused, Remus Lupin immediately grabbed and rushed the injured young man to the infirmary in an attempt to save his life, oblivious to the group of students tailing behind him and the crying Lily Evans who had momentarily forgotten how much the comment had hurt her for fear of losing her best friend.
Upon entering the Hospital Wing, the cluster of students was sent away while Severus was placed on a bed where the Med-witch could properly diagnose the damage and attempt to heal the injured teen. She shut the curtains tightly behind her and set to repairing the teen's face, starting with the damaged bones. After the initial spell work to move the teen from critical condition to stable, she checked for other major damage that needed immediate attention. Finding none, she began to reconfigure the framework of Severus' face. She allowed her magic to flow into her patient, thus allowing his facial structures to retake their original forms. However, the face that was being constructed beneath her eyes was not the one that she had come to recognize as the damaged Slytherin's. Coming to the conclusion that perhaps all was not as it seemed, the Med-witch continued and decided that she would later swear that she could not completely remember the exact look of one Severus Snape, so she improvised. Besides, she figured that this blossoming, more attractive appearance would help him much more than just setting him back to the way he was before.
The lad kept his high cheekbones and elegant eyebrows, but his nose straightened and shortened so that it was still a little longer than normal and the tip only had the slightest of downwards turns, but overall, it still seemed aristocratic and fit his face. His lips then filled out to what the latest issue of WitchWeekly would call 'kissable' levels and, after checking his mouth, saw that his teeth had straightened and whitened. Remembering the sallow look of his skin, mostly due to his avoidance of the outside thanks to a certain group of Gryffindor boys, she noticed that it was deepening so that the teen appeared to have golden-olive tone and making the patient seem sun-kissed Italian. His hair follicles were quickly reconfigured so that they would not become greasy unless it went without washing for several days, and flowed in wispy waves down to a few inches past his shoulders.
Nodding in satisfaction once the changes had ceased, she then ran a diagnostic spell to show her of any internal problems that she had missed that needed solving. Angered by the, surprisingly, stunted growth of her patient, she spelled a couple blood replenishing, nutrition, and growth potions into his stomach, brightening when she saw a health flush in the teen's appearance. She then summoned a vial of a common sleeping potion and placed it on the bedside table.
Happy that her work was over for the moment, she transfigured Snape's robes into a pair of hospital pajamas and reopened the curtains briefly to allow her to escape, but not allowing any wandering eyes to see her recovering patient. Looking up, she was not surprised to find the Headmaster walking to her quickly.
"How's the boy?" Albus Dumbledore asked with worry lacing his voice and the twinkle in his eye missing. The Med-witch simply turned on her heel and brought the aged Headmaster to her patient's bedside and pulled back the curtain. The old man couldn't contain his gasp as his gaze fell upon the new Severus Snape. Eyes twinkling, he laughed as he noticed the sheepish look that the witch by his side had put onto her face.
"I couldn't remember the boy's appearance completely, so I improvised. I have to admit, I think this will be a much better arrangement in the long run, don't you Headmaster?" she lied and then questioned.
"Indeed my dear, indeed," Albus laughed. "When will he awaken?" he asked with barely noticeable worry, trusting in the abilities of the woman. Said witch contemplated before saying,
"Mr. Snape should awaken in a few hours and I shall do some routine tests then, but he won't be completely alert until tomorrow. He can receive visitors at the normal hours after he is awake and I have run more tests that morning."
"Anything else I need be made aware of Madam?" the aged wizard asked as he began contemplating a proper punishment for the Marauder's as they were wont to be called. If the situation were perhaps less serious, he would have simply taken points, but because they cause the almost death of a classmate, Dumbledore knew that more appropriate punishment was needed. A simple detention was nowhere near severe enough to catch the boy's collective attention.
"Yes, actually," the Med-witch stated, making sure to wait until she had the older man's complete attention. "Albus, my patient has been a victim of abuse—" she started before the headmaster chuckled lightly.
"My dear, I would hardly call these schoolyard fights abuse—" he began before being interrupted by the irate Med-witch.
"Albus, I'm not talking about his Hogwarts clinic visits, although he is in here far too often for my liking. I'm referring to the fact that his height was initially stunted, he has barely any permanent muscle mass, he's had several broken bones that have been healed incorrectly by his own magic and those findings are only from the preliminary scan. Headmaster, I cannot, in good conscious, allow this boy to return to wherever he is going over the summer. It was almost too late to fix the damage. I don't care how you do it Albus, but Mr. Snape will not be going back!" the Med-witch finished with an irritated and worried huff.
Dumbledore stared at her in shock, the twinkle still missing from his eyes. He hadn't realized how badly things were at Severus' house; the boy never spoke of it to anyone, not even his best friend Lily Evans. He closed his eyes in shame, feelings of failure washing through him as he tried thinking of a simple solution. However, that would have to wait till later and the old man opened his eyes to gaze fondly at the damaged boy in the hospital bed.
"Very well, I'll see what I can do, but you must realize, Madam, that this will have to wait until Mr. Snape has fully recovered. Until then, I shall take my leave. I leave him in your capable hands," Albus said, spinning on his heal and walking out of the hospital wing, the Med-witch watching him go.
"Well Mr. Snape," she started, peering at the unconscious teen, "You're in for a rough couple of days. Growth potions are hard on the system, then the physical therapy to build up muscle mass . . . I doubt anyone will be envying you for a good while," she trailed off with a shake of her head and closed the curtains tightly behind her.
Severus Snape was in pain. Not of the physical variety, mind you, since the potions spelled into his stomach took care of any physical discomfort; he was in emotional agony. He had called his best friend, practically his sister, a horrible name, no an unforgivable name. How could he have let his temper get a hold of him like that? He knew better; he knew that he shouldn't have even thought about saying something like that. But he had said that horrible word and he knew, without a doubt, the Lily- his sister- would never forgive him and that simple fact hurt more than anything Potter and his friends could ever do. And yet . . . and yet, he couldn't fathom why he had even considered using such a word when he had never directed the name towards Lily, or, actually, really anyone, before. He knew that his housemates believed all the pureblood mumbo jumbo but, personally, he couldn't force himself to bow to another person. He hated being submissive.
'Is it too much to hope that I will not survive this,' he thought as he floated in his potion-induced sleep. 'It's not like I'll have anything else to live for . . .' he continued, morbid ideas and reasons that his existence shouldn't continue encompassing his mind. Slowly, he returned to consciousness and gingerly opened his to see the bright white walls of the Infirmary. He groaned softly, despairing in the fact that he had survived the encounter with Potter and his goons. Personally, he had hoped that Potter had killed him after the dreadful name had left his lips. Death by Potter's hand would definitely be better than facing a heartbroken Lily Evans. A second later, Severus felt a weight on his chest. He looked down to see the large, bright eyes of a house elf. Confused as to why this creature would show itself to him, Snape raised an eyebrow to the tiny thing, prompting it to burst into tears and start babbling in its squeaky voice.
"Young Master is alright now! Oh, Sparkles was being so worried that Young Master would not be getting better, but Sparkles is so happy that she is being wrong!"
The exuberant elf continued to spew forth it's proclamations of joy at Snape's health, thoroughly confusing the teen. He attempted to raise a hand to pat the elf on the head but found he could not move them farther than a few centimeters. Curious, he glanced down at his arms and saw that they were being tied down with leather straps. Anxious now, he tried to pull at the straps, but found that they were too strong to break. His slow building panic picked up the pace as he realized that his legs and feet were in the same position as his arms and hands. Absently, he thought that perhaps the Med-witch needed to hold him down to heal him, but he quickly discarded the idea when he remembered that even with all the broken bones he has had while attending Hogwarts, the Med-witch had never needed to tie him down before.
Severus opened his mouth to gain the attention of the elf, but almost choked when he realized that no sound was coming out. He started to try harder and harder to get his vocal chords to work, but each attempt was a failure. Clearly panicking now, the teen started to hyperventilate. Luckily before he could start to damage himself, Sparkles noticed the teen's plight and quickly forced open his airway, magically controlling his breathing until he had calmed down enough to breathe on his own.
"Young Master should be calm. Everyone knows that a Fae must give up his voice for a few years while reaching maturity. Young Master knew this would happen one day. Sparkles is being sorry, but she is needed to tied down the Young Master so that Young Master would not hurts himself when he is starting transformation."
'Fae? What does a fae have to do with me? Better yet, what's this bloody elf's problem, tying me down? AND HOW THE BLOODY HELL AM I SUPPOSE TO DO MAGIC WITHOUT BEING ABLE TO BLOODY TALK? HOW BLOODY FLIPPING HELL WILL I APPOLOGIZE TO LILY?' Severus screamed in his head, continuing to thrash as best he could, trying to remove the bindings that held him tightly. However, the house elf didn't seem to think this was a good idea, so she cast a full body bind on the teen. As Severus went ridged, his eyes widened even more, making him look younger than his sixteen years.
"Young Master must stop this! Young Master cannot stop the change from being happening! One way or other, Young Master's blood and body change and magic grows bigger, but it cannot be stopping once it be starting. And it is already starting. Sparkles is sorry because she knows how much this will hurt the Young Master but she must fulfill her duty. Now," she said, hand firmly on her petite hips and eyes hard, "we do this easy way, or we do this hard way?
Severus could only blink a couple of times before his eyes were rolling back in his head as he fainted. The elf sighed before standing on the teen's chest and focusing on her task. The elf then banished Snape's pajama top, and, holding both her hands out, a small orb of gold magic appeared in her right hand and a similar orb of silver magic appeared in her left. Kneeling again, she gently pushed the orbs, one at a time, into the middle of his chest where the magical core was located causing a slight pulsation, a hiccup if you will, in the lad's magic. When the orbs didn't resurface, the elf summoned the top and replaced it, removing the leather ties and popping out of the Infirmary with no one the wiser.
That evening, the Med-witch awoke to the distress alarm that she placed on Severus Snape's bed. Throwing a dressing robe over her nightwear, she ran with her wand raised to the only occupied bed. Casting an extra bright Lumos Maximos charm, she watched in shocked silence as her patient writhed on his side in obvious agony, his knees tucked to his chest, hands gripping the sides of his head and eyes glazed over, mouth open in a silent scream. Only when his back arched sharply off the back with a loud crack did she finally snap out of her trance and firmly grasped the boy's hands and wretched them away from his head. What she saw nearly sent her into the shocked trance again.
On either side of the teen's head, sharply pointed ears were rapidly growing, finally stopping about two inches from the crown of his head. His mouth abruptly shut and opened again and the teen fell back, gasping in the bed, two sets of sharp upper canines glittering with fresh blood in the light and raven black hair fanning under his shoulders onto the bed spread, now reaching the middle of his back and curling loosely in angelic ringlets. His eyes had squeezed shut and his body was trembling, hands clinching the sheets tightly in an attempt to siphon the pain into the bed beneath him.
Casting a diagnostic charm, the Med-witch noticed her patient had grown five inches, now reaching a height of 185 cm (approx 6 ft 1 in) and added about fifteen pounds of muscle, now weighing about 61 kg (approx. 135 lbs). Curious, the witch opened an eyelid and was startled to see the formerly pure black iris had silver blobs floating in it. She quickly checked the other eye and noticed that it was the same, but with gold blobs. She was about to perform a magic test when Severus began to glow softly with the brightest point above his heart.
Confused, the woman banished her patient's shirt (that poor shirt!). Soft golden lines curled and twisted into the teen's torso, moving to wrap around each lightly muscled arm and down to his wrists, pulsing lightly all the way. Strangely though, the marks didn't claim the skin over his heart, leaving a distinct circular mark. They also didn't move to snake up his neck, only to form a shining ring of Celtic knots and curls right underneath Severus' Adam's apple.
By now, Snape was pulsing with magic, the soft glow growing quickly to a blinding flash as a magically caused wind tossed the Med-witch away from her charge. She could only watch as the glow brightened impossibly, and then vanished in an almost silent pop.
The Med-witch was running to the teen's side, intent on finding out what had happened to her patient when she heard a soft snore and watch the boy breathe deeply and shift in his sleep. Calming herself down, the witch watched as the glowing swirls and designs sink below Snape's skin and vanish, leaving only the "collar" and "manacles," each one, one and a half inches wide, around his wrists. The other changes such as the large pointed ears and canines had shrunk to only slightly more prominent than their natural state but the length of and curls in his hair had remained changed.
Casting one last diagnostic test, the woman let out a sigh of relief when she noticed no other bodily changes had occurred. Next, she checked the boy's core and gasped in shock; it had grown a couple sizes larger. The teen had an abnormally large core to begin with, but now, it was definitely larger than any other student's core in his year, almost the size of a graduate's core. Turning a critical eye on her patient, she tried to assess what had just happened.
What was strange was, according to her scans, the teen hadn't gone through his magical majority yet. Rather, it was more like he had gone through a magical growth spurt . . . and from her scans, only one of many sure to come. Also, one must consider the physical growth spurt, hair growth, ears, teeth, and magic outburst. Curious again, she was about to take a blood sample when a random house elf, one that she was sure didn't work in the Infirmary, appeared right on her charge's chest.
Sparkles assessed her charge with a critical eye before sliding off into his lap and waving a hand over the sleeping teen. Said patient, while still unconscious, sat up like a puppet on a string, head slumped loosely to the right and arms slack on the bed with his palms facing the ceiling. She then opened his eyes, nodding when she saw the blobs of silver and gold floating in the obsidian depths. Pushing lightly, she laid the sleeping marionette-like teen back onto the bed and turned her attention to the stunned Med-witch.
"Hello Mistress. Sparkles is apologizing for the lack of proper greeting but she has been tasked with easing Young Master through his time of Changing. See, my Young Master is very special and Sparkles is very proud of her task, but will not be able to watch him all the time, so she will permit some questions in return for keeping Young Master from harming himself. Is a deal?" She ended her speech by sticking out a hand, waiting for the Med-witch to decide whether the good matron would accept or decline her offer. In the background, Sev Snape twitched lightly before settling back into his dreams, for once not haunted by his usual nightmares.
Haarii-chan: Alright, here's chapter one. Chapter two is in the works, so please be patient. And being that I am the author, I will ask that there are no comments on Snape being in love with Lily, actually believing all the pure-blood BS, blah blah blah. This is most definitely an AU so things will go according to how I wish them to. That being said, please Read and Review if that is what you wish.