Title: Free Falling into Love
Author: Angelshinigami
Warnings: Slash!! Yaoi!! Don't like it, please don't read. Fluff and language later , but the biggest one is that this story will be an M-PREG. Thought I'd warn you.
Pairings: Severus and Harry
Summery: Challenge 49 from the M-preg Archive:
Harry accidentally travels back in time to 1977, the Marauders' sixth year. Posing as a long-lost relative of James, Harry is enrolled at Hogwarts and is sorted into Slytherin. The first night of school, Slytherin house has a party. Snape and Harry drink too much and wake up naked in the Astronomy tower, and cannot remember the night before. Two weeks later they both find out they are pregnant. Bonus points they are each carrying more than one child.
Submitted by The Goblet
AN: This is something new for me. I usually don't take on other peoples challenges, because mine are hard enough. But when I read this one I fell in love with it and my muses insisted on it. So here is the first chapter, I hope ya'll like it.
Chapter 1
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If he'd ever been asked, Harry Potter would have said that spontaneous time travel was impossible. That it was physically impossible to be having a perfectly normal conversation about the uses of rabbits' tail in various glamour potions one moment and to be free falling through the ceiling of the great hall the next. But somehow he'd managed it and if he were being totally honest with himself, he wasn't to surprised.
The last thing the green eyed boy remembered seeing after he'd landed in the middle of one of the house tables, Slytherin's if his internal layout of the hall was correct, was a pair of highly shocked ebony eyes surrounded by smooth ivory skin and a waterfall of black silk.
'Beautiful' He said, or thought he said, because no sound actually passed his lips after the initial 'oof' of pain after landing.
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It was hours later when he finally woke up his first thought being how much he hated the now very familiar ceiling of the hospital wing. His second was how he knew were he was and why was he there, though trying to sit up answered that question very quickly when pain exploded behind his eyes. He quickly gave up on sitting up.
"Oh you're awake!" A pleasant looking blonde woman exclaimed happily, bustling over with a vial of vibrant purple liquid and a glass of water.
"Sip this slowly while I call for the Headmaster." She instructed firmly, placing the vial in his hands after she'd set the water on the bed side table and magically lifted him into a reclined position.
Harry nodded his acknowledgement before he placed a hand to his head and moaned, trying to keep his innards in as his stomach threatened to reject food he couldn't remember eating.
The blonde woman merely rolled her eyes and went to contact the head master.
When Harry was sure he wasn't going to get ill, he slowly sipped the potion in his hands, not daring to guzzle it down, despite desperately wanting to, because sipping it was only prolonging the terrible rotting apples taste that was currently declaring war on his taste buds.
"So this is the young man that dropped in on us during lunch." A curious voice sounded form Harry's right.
Unthinkingly, he swung his head over to see who was talking to him and was rewarded with another warning jolt of pain and the sight of a red and white smear.
"Santa?" He asked, eyes going wide as he tried to figure out if he'd been wrong about the ceiling and some how had been transported to the North Pole.
The smear chuckled and shook it's head as it moved closer and pressed a pair of round wire rimmed lenses into the boy's free hand.
'Well that makes sense…' Harry thought sarcastically as he slid the thick glasses onto his face, his world immediately coming into focus, not sharp focus mind you, but enough for him to not to mistake the nice elderly man in crimson red robes for Santa again…at least not out loud.
"There we go," The man smiled kindly. "Better?"
"Yes, thank you." Harry replied with a small smile of his own.
"Wonderful!" The man said with a clap of his hands as he sat on a chair that had been placed by the bed.
"Now, would you mind telling me your name, son?"
"Harry Potter," The dark haired boy replied slowly, giving a mental nod, that sounded right enough.
The man in red nodded and smiled again.
"Well Harry, My name is Head Master Albus Dumbledore." The man replied, his bright blue eyes sparkling brightly.
The teen nodded politely while a small, snarky voice in the back of his head asked, 'Really, that whole thing huh? God you must have hated your parents…'.
Harry's lips twitched at the thought and he felt a small twinge of guilt when the headmaster's smile brightened.
"While you were out we ran a few tests to figure out who you were, since it is obvious that you aren't a student here, and we have found that you are related to a set of students here by the names of James Potter and Lilly Evans, but the spell is unable to tell us how. Maybe you would be able to fill us in?"
Harry thought about it and slowly shook his head, pleased when he didn't feel any nausea.
"Sorry sir. They do sound familiar though….I might be a cousin?"
The headmaster nodded in acceptance of the answer and smiled down at the boy who so closely resembled James it was almost terrifying.
"We shall have to take it at face value then." He said, standing from the chair with a small groan. "Alright then. We shall sort you at dinner then, term only started a few weeks ago. We shall talk more on how you got here later when you've had more time to rest."
Harry nodded again and leaned back, the potion allowing him to slip back into an easy sleep so that he could heal.
'How did I get here?' He asked himself, his thought wondering about like lost children. 'Oh well, I'll figure it out later.'
He was woken once more, a few hours before dinner and swallowed two more potions, one with a slightly sweet taste and the other with none thankfully, and promptly went back to sleep.
Thirty minuets before dinner started, Harry was once more woken, the nurse handing him a pale pink potion that fizzed softly before he left.
"Just a 'Pepper Up' dear, no worries…" She encouraged, taking the vial back once the potion was gone.
'Not the brightest potions student, but I would swear that 'Pepper Up' was a dark blue color…' A soft, slightly timid voice whispered in the back of his mind.
"Now go on and go to the Great Hall for dinner, I'm sure you're hungry." The blonde woman smiled and shooed him out of her infirmary, not thinking about the fact that the boy had appeared out of no where and might not know where the Great Hall was.
"Weird people…" The dark haired boy murmured to himself, his feet leading him off in a chosen direction while his mind wondered, trying to figure out why some things were familiar to him while others seemed out of place and foreign.
'Maybe I really am a cousin to James Potter and Lilly Evans. I mean…my last name is Potter… at least I think it is, I said it was before I heard the other boy's name, so it must be mine…just a prank on a transfer student gone wrong.'
By the time he'd finally settled on what he was pretty sure was the truth he looked up to find himself at the mouth of a double stair case that lead down into the main hall.
"Ah, Mister Potter, good to see you up and about!"
Looking over, Harry wasn't really shocked to see the flamboyant Headmaster heading in his direction.
"Good evening Headmaster," He greeted politely, mentally groaning as the man reached his side and began to steer him to a side door that he hadn't noticed before.
"Good evening dear boy. We have to sort you," He offered as a way of explaining why he was guiding the boy in an unfamiliar direction. "It would be awkward for you to go into dinner with no where to sit."
Harry silently agreed with the man until he found himself in front of the Head table with hundreds of eyes focused solely on him.
'Yeah,' That sarcastic voice sniped. 'Because this isn't awkward or anything!'
"I thank all of you for waiting on dinner, but we seem to have a later arriver, a Mister Harry Potter, and we should like to sort him promptly. So Minerva, if you please." Dumbledore motioned to his left and a middle aged woman in forest green robes brought a wooden stool and an old hat to Harry's side.
"If you's please…" The woman motioned to the stool, hat in her hands.
'I have such a bad feeling about this…' Harry thought as he took a seat, the hat coming over his head once he'd been seated.
( Harry Potter! )
Harry jumped at the booming voice that invaded and echoed though his head, sounding much like the game shoe announcer that his Aunt liked to watch so much.
( Since you don't belong here anyways, I'll give you a choice! Where would you like to go? )
Harry blinked and wasn't quite sure what to say to the over powering voice, but finally that sarcastic voice that had sprouted from nothingness, or so he thought, spoke up.
'Home?' It answered, the voice causing him to jump again with it's answer.
( BZZZZZZZZZZZZZT! Wrong answer. So I get to do what I want with you!)
"Slytherin!" The hat shouted.
After the proclamation, Harry pulled the hat off and stared at it for a moment.
"That has to be the weirdest conversation I've ever had…" He stated, looking over to the woman in green as he held out the hat.
"Please go sit with your new house." The woman replied primly, nodding over to the table full of students who were all staring at him with expressions that ranged from mistrusting to fully hostile.
'What a friendly bunch.' The voice commented as Harry moved over to the table that just enough room for him at the end, near the first years.
Dinner appeared on the tables after that, each table seeming to have different dishes all prepared for the assumed personality types.
The table full of quite kids, most with books or other reading material before them, was filled with pre made sandwiches and fruit. Food easily eaten with out much concentration. The table next to that, a table lined with happily chattering kids dressed in yellow, seemed to be over flowing with roast chicken and steamed vegetables, pies and soft looking rolls, comfort food as some world call it. The third table, the table farthest away but most vibrant of all, seemed to be piled high with hearty stews and fried chicken, thick mashed potatoes with rich smelling gravy. It was the kind of food that made you long for seconds, the kind of food that could give you a heart attack.
Which brought him to the sparse setting of his table.
Soup terrains were placed in elegant intervals, a plate of aged bread next to each one with a mixed salad bowl next to that. It was the type of meal that was made to impress others as each person seemed to take less than the person to before and the girls talked about fashion while the boys talked about rising politics quietly. No one was enjoying the meal. That much was evident.
Harry found himself longing to he at any table but this one as he stared down at the bowl of slimily looking yellow-orange puree.
'This can't be healthy…' He thought to himself, the sarcastic voice quite for once as he took a deep breath and sipped at the soup as if it were poison.
'Close, but not quite.' He thought again, setting his spoon down quietly, getting the feeling that if he had been any louder with his dislike he would have been asked to leave the table as if he were five.
Dinner came to a close and the Slytherins stood and exited the great hall, all of them heading in the direction of the dungeons.
Following closely, Harry was surprised to find that once the group entered their dorms it was like a curtain had been dropped on a well organized play as conversations exploded around him and laughter seemed to echo off of the stone walls of the common room.
"Hey! New Kid!"
Harry turned and rose an eyebrow at the approaching group of students comprised of two pale white blondes, two hulking boys behind them, and a quite dark haired boy off to the side behind them.
"What?" He replied, tilting his head slightly to see the dark haired boy better, but it didn't help, it was like the shadows wrapped themselves around the boy tighter.
"No need to be hostile." The male blonde chastised as if he were correcting an unruly child. "We just wanted to welcome you to our little home away from home."
Harry blushed and figured it couldn't hurt to be nicer, it wasn't like these people were going to try and hurt him at all. At least he hoped not.
"Sorry." He said, holding out his hand. "I'm Harry."
"Yes we know." The blonde replied, taking the offered hand. "Lucius Malfoy, my fiancé Narsissa." He introduced the blonde haired girl at his side as if he were presenting a queen, but hair simply shrugged it off and shook her hand as well.
"My guards, Albert Crabbe and Mathew Goyle," Lucius motioned to each hulking boy in turn before he turned to the other boy in their group. "And this is Severus Snape."
Harry held out his hand for the boy to take as well, but the dark haired boy merely sneered at him and took a step back.
"Excuse him, he seems to have perpetual PMS." Lucius said with a roll of his eyes as he wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders as he guided him to the area in front of the fireplace that seem to clear immediately when the younger years caught sight of them.
"So you're related to James?" The blonde questioned smoothly, making a tray of brandy snifters and a bottle of aged cognac.
"It would seem so," Harry replied, not wanting to admit to the fact that he didn't actually know to people he didn't quite trust.
"Distantly I assume?" Lucius pressed again, pouring a few fingers worth in each glass before he passed them to the assemble group.
"You could say that." He replied again, accepting the snifter with a nod of thanks before he gave it a swirl and a sniff.
Lucius seemed pleased with this and the atmosphere seemed to grow warmer. Conversation and brandy flowed until elegant words became slurred and refined movements became exaggerated.
"It would s-seem that we schould retire for the night." Lucius stated as he stood and pulled his giggling girlfriend into his arms as he winked to the other men.
Harry blinked up at the blondes and nodded, leaning back onto Severus's shoulder, the boy had become a whole lot friendlier with the introduction of alcohol and was now nibbling on the shell of his ear.
"Want to get some air?" The pale boy murmured softly, gently worrying Harry's lobe between his teeth.
"Yeah," Harry replied, his hazy mind screaming that this wasn't the smartest decision to make, but he pushed the thoughts away as Severus helped him to his feet and held his hand all the way up to the Astronomy tower.
Once they'd made it out to the open observation area, Severus pulled the shorter boy into his arms and kissed him. Both men moaning as they pulled and tugged at each others clothing, accidentally tripping in their haste, Harry's head slamming back onto the hard stones.
"Ow…" He whined, opening his eyes and blushing when all he saw was Severus's inky black eyes framed by his milky white skin and the delicious black waterfall of shoulder length hair.
"Beautiful…" He breathed, causing a similar blush to appear on Severus's cheeks before they were once more engaged with one another.
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Dawns unforgiving bright light seared itself into Harry's closed eyes causing bright red spots to appear as Harry opened his eyes and groaned as he was greeted with a splitting headache, but all the lovely memories he'd lost from the fall the pervious day.
"Talk about hindsight being twenty-twenty in the harsh light of day." He grumbled to himself, letting out a small squeak as he was pulled back into a firm chest by a pair of well toned arms.
"Shhh…" The other boy murmured, kissing the back of his bed mate's neck softly.
"Um, Professor…I mean…Sev- er…I mean…Wake up!" He shouted, immediately regretted it as his head threatened to split open. "I am never drinking again…"
"I've heard those words before…" The other boy grouched as he sat up slowly, taking stock of the situation.
Harry sat up as well, blushing when he realized that he was completely naked and hurt in places he didn't think were supposed to hurt.
"Uh…did we…" He blushed before he could finish his sentence, half from the situation and half from the glare that Severus was leveling at him.
"Obviously." He drawled as if speaking with an especially slow child.
"Ah…um. Don't we have class soon?" Harry tried again, pleased that he didn't sound like the deflowered virgin he was.
Severus nodded and looked around them, his scowl becoming slightly confused as he looked around again.
"Do you see our cloths?" He asked, looking over to the new kid who's name he was pretty sure was Harry.
'Uh! I slept with a Potter, WHAT was I thinking?' He mentally screamed at himself as he watched the green eyed boy look around and then look straight at the open stone windows.
"You don't think…" Severus asked, his eyes growing wide as Harry stood, stretching out his well toned body with a grace that any cat would envy.
"Oh I'm pretty sure." He replied, as if he couldn't be shocked by this strange twist of events. "With my luck they are also covered in mud and have been trampled by a wild herd of Hippogyphs."
Snape hade to laugh at that as he stood as well and moved to stand behind his accidental bed partner.
'Oh please, there was nothing accidental about what we did last night.' Severus thought to himself, but when he tried to pull up details of what had happened all he came up with was a blank.
"Do you remember anything from last night?" He asked, his already deep voice getting deeper as he watched the smaller boy raise up on his toes and lean out of the window to check on the condition of their cloths which were indeed down there from the boy's running commentary.
"No," Harry replied, shifting from foot to foot, unconsciously swaying his hips back and forth in a teasing manor that was driving Severus wild.
"Any ideas on how to get our cloths back?" He asked, leaning back up to look over his shoulder at the dark haired boy who was watching him as would a cat with a mouse.
"No." Severus replied, moving behind the green eyed boy, reverently running his strong hand up the boy's thighs and nicely rounded rear as he leaned forward and trail kisses down the tanned back.
'This is wrong,' Harry mentally screamed even as he tilted his head to the right to give the long haired boy more access. 'This is Snape!' His inner voice tried again just as Severus's blunt teeth bit down on the juncture of his shoulder and neck causing him to moan loudly.
'Mmm…This is Snape…' His mental voice repeated, this time the tone more seductive and silky. 'Yes…more.'
Both boys filled the void of the night before as they moaned against one another and panted, both crying each others names as the came in unison, both stunned by the intensity of the coupling, each holding the other up as the gasped for air.
It was some time before wither was able to say anything, Harry's head cradled against the taller boy's pale chest as he tightened his arms around the other boy's waist. Severus perfectly happy to stay in the circle of Harry's arms, letting the perfection of the unplanned moment wash over and settle around them.
It was Harry who eventually brought them back to reality.
"That still doesn't help get our cloths back…" He murmured sadly.
Laughter filled the air around them, both leaning in for one last kiss before they returned to the world.
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Hey everyone! I hope you liked this beginning chapter, I have been up all night typing it and I am about to go to bed with a smile knowing that I got it done. The second chapter should be up by the next week.
Please review, Let me know if you liked it. I know the relationship seems rushed and Harry's odd memory loss is truly odd and the fact that he is in the past is still unexplained but it will be explained in the second chapter I promise!
Kat