The Gryffindor,and the Snake

Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does, if I owned it, it would obviously be very, very twisted.

Warnings: Yaoi, Bxb; Gxg, yuri; twincest, forge, gred; drarry; snames, SnapexJames; SiriusxRemus; so on and so forth, any issues with any of the above, please don't read this, flames will be laughed at, and prodded with pointy sticks.

explanation: pasta in my story has nothing to do with food, it is short for creepypasta, which are horror stories that tend to get graphic to the point where if I were to write the way they did, this would automatically be M rated, (one of the more popular, and well known stories being Slenderman.) I however do not write like them, and only wished to shake up their mixed magical community (put in a bit of gay romance in a homophobic world, sprinkle in a magical person who can make you into a sort of human, but not having to kill to survive and you have the right ingredients), I would have put a creepypasta crossover tag in the main part of the book, but creepypasta has neither specific genre, nor a place on fanfiction, so I couldn't. I just hope you understand, and possibly enjoy the book either way.

All was quiet on Privet drive on this sad night. A man with snow white hair, and a beard that almost reached his knees walked silently down this road. He spoke to the only creature stirring at this time in front of number 4. "Fancy seeing you here, Proffesor McGonagall."

The small greyish cat transformed into a pointed faced woman. "Headmaster, you can't be serious about giving the Potter boy to this family."

"There's no where else for him to go."

"There the worst type of muggles imaginable, and you know he can go..."

"No he can't Minerva, you should know that would be dangerous for him."

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is gone Professor it's not dangerous for him there, and you know it."

"You know as well as me, that he's not gone for good."

"You have to at least tell him..."

"No Minerva, you very well know, that he'll come and find the child."

"Not if you tell him not to, and you know that. He's going to be on your side soon there's no way he'll want to work for a man that killed his only true love."

"I know this Minerva, but he'll have to be a double agent, and lie through his teeth to Voldemort, the only thing that'll allow this is to make him think everything he loved is dead."

She scoffed. "Dumbledore, I'm apalled at you. You should not do that to a person."

"Obliviate." He waved his wand. "Harry Potter is Lilly Evan's son, He has no relation to Severus Snape whatsoever. You came here to argue with me to move Harry from his family."

She came out of a trance like state. "You need to keep him out of there, they hate magic. They will hurt him."

Dumbledore sighed. "Don't worry Minerva, he'll be safe, I'm leaving a note with information on what's going on, and he won't be hurt. Now please get over it, Hagrid's going to be here soon."

She quickly shut up after that. Soon Hagrid came holding a baby boy in his arms. "That bastard Black had just left, when I got there." He handed the baby to Dumbledore. "Be careful, the little tyke fell asleep on the ride here."

Dumbledore carried him to the doorstep, and put him down, setting a letter on top of him. He saw Hagrid start to cry. "Don't cry Hagrid, it's not goodbye after all."

He then disapparated to his office, now he had to deal with Severus.

About 10 years later

I sat silently in my cupboard having just woken up to Dudley the elephant like boy stomping over top of it. I picked up my glasses, and put them over top of my ebony eyes. Many people wonder how I got such a dark black for eyes, my aunt and uncle never comment. I sigh and go into the kitchen and cook them breakfast, I made sure not to burn the bacon, for fear of getting burned by the stove again. Once I'd finished breakfast, I went to get the mail, while I was sorting it, I found one for me. I quickly slid it through the cracks into my cupboard, knowing my aunt and uncle would take it from me as they always did. I then rushed to the dining room and handed my uncle the mail.

"Bills, bills, Oh Marge is running ill."

I continued the rest of the day as usual. Tip-toeing on egg shells. I didn't want to get beat again, though with Dudley running around with those friends of his, it wasn't likely. It was Dudley's birthday, but I couldn't go with him. I ran into a garden snake when I saw it I heard it talk to him. 'you're alive. The massster will be pleasssssed.'

'Whossssse your masssster?'

'He goesssss by the name of Severusssss Ssssnape'

I didn't have time to ask more, fore I heard my uncle coming, I put the snake in the front yard. It slithered away, and I quickly got back to tending the gardens, before Dudley's friend came and beat me up.

By the time I got back to his cupboard I was covered in bruises, and had blood leaking from different parts of my body. I almost forgot about my letter, but I noticed it and quickly opened it. By the time I had finished reading I was surprised.

'I'm a wizard! This explains the snake thing completely.' Suddenly, there was a slam as the door burst open.

"Where is he, I will find him." I heard. Suddenly a snake crawled into my cupboard.

'He'ssssss here.'

'Thank you Jamessss'

The door opened, and suddenly I was engulfed in a hug. I screeched in pain, my limbs were on fire. The man moved away, and looked at me. He had tears in his eyes. "Harry, what have they done to you?"

The saddest part that made the man cry was this. "Who are you?"

The man burst into tears. "I'm Severus Snape."

"I'm your father Harry."