Out of This World

By Chocolate Milk Macaroon

Summary: Dorian Snape had the charmed life; a caring mother, a loving father, and two annoying yet darling younger sisters. However his life was about to take a dreadful turn as he finds a strange object on the forest floor during a camping trip. He vanishes from the world he knows and loves and finds himself in a new one. One in which he is called 'Harry Potter', is going to save the world from a madman, and who doesn't seem to be liked by the man he once knew as father. Can he survive an insane fifth year? And where's the real Harry Potter?

A/N: Hi, this is my first fic so try to be kind.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

It was a beautiful summer day, so beautiful it would be a shame not to go camping in the deep tranquil woods. The Snape family was definitely not considered tranquil. In fact, they were just the opposite. Dorian was sitting on the picnic blanket with a bored look on his ash face, his jade eyes rest on his sister, twelve-year-old Eileen. She was writing in a diary she received for a birthday. A small plot devised in Dorian's head. He stood walking around aimlessly; the girl didn't look up but continued to scribble on the paper. That was when he made his move.

"Dorian! Get back here!" She exclaimed getting to her feet. "That's my diary!"

"What's the matter, Leena? Something interesting in here?" Laughed Dorian while opening the book with a playful grin.

"Hey!" His mother scolded as she stood in front of Dorian. "Give your sister back her diary this instant young man."

"Fine." Grumbled Dorian handing the book to his sister who took it and opened it to the page she was previously writing on.

"Thank you." She sighed exasperatingly returning to her spot and writing again.

"What're you writing anyways?" Dorian asked sitting across from her snatching an apple from the picnic basket.

"I'm writing about my pigheaded older brother who I loathe." Leena said without looking up.

"Aw, thanks." Dorian rolled his eyes and turned to his mother, "Where's dad?"

"You're father took Catherine to the bathroom." Their mother replied.

"He promised he'd go on a hike with me and Leena." Dorian whined, he hated how busy their father seemed most of the time.

"He'll be back, and then we can all go." She told Dorian with a smile.

"But Catherine's too little; she'll get in the way." Dorian whined again and got to his feet.

"She's nine stupid, that's not too young." Leena looked up from her writings and slammed her book shut.

"Eileen! Do not call your brother stupid." Their mother scolded but was ignored.

Dorian began to walk off, tired of waiting for something interesting to happen. "I'm going to go and explore around a bit,"

"Be careful, don't go too far off." His mother warned but he didn't bother listening to the standard warning. The fifteen-year-old didn't need the warning, having heard the same warnings every single time they went anywhere. He didn't understand how content Leena could be with just writing. Or his mother scolding him whenever he tried to find something to do...he seemed to be the only one interested in the old forest they had camped out in since he was younger. He knew what he was looking for; when he was younger his father and him had found a dead tree with a hole in the trunk so large a person could fit inside of it. That tree always offered him such fun and imagination when he was little, maybe now it'd provide him entertainment...or at least nostalgia.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the forest air, searching for birds he had never seen. His father once told him that if you looked hard enough you could see a wild phoenix. Although, Dorian doubted this, he remembered the Care of Magical Creatures lessons...he knew that wild phoenixes were one of the rarest beings in the world. But, he looked anyways. That's when he heard the screech of an unknown bird. His heart leapt as he turned to find the source of the bird's cry. He took a few steps, oddly enough he tripped over a root that he could have sworn wasn't there a few moments ago.

"Ow..." He muttered shaking the leaves from his hair. He noticed a small shining object in front of him, "What's this?" He asked reaching for it. He felt the cold metal of a coin, thinking it could be an old one he started to chip away the dirt. He soon regretted that action. The sunny warm day suddenly became a cold snowy night in an instant. The wind began to pick up as goose bumps formed on his barely covered arms and legs. He didn't have time to think, he had to get back to the campsite. He began to push undergrowth and shuffle wildly through the forest only to run into something, something soft and warm. A person.

"What the-" The man looked down to see a pale shivering Dorian who backed up and looked to see his savior's face.

"Dad!" Dorian instantly ran and hugged the man, happy to be safe of this strange nightmare. It took a few moments but the man recognized the boy in the dark snowy night.

"Mr. Potter, what in Merlin's name are you doing?" Severus Snape asked the crazed boy latching onto him. He was going to ask more questions; why the Potter boy called him 'dad' and why he wasn't wearing those hideous glasses? But the boy had fainted and questions were simply impossable for the unconcious to answer. Not wanting the wretched boy-who-refused-to-die to freeze, he threw him over his shoulder and made his way back to the castle…thinking only of a pair of almond shaped emerald green eyes.

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A/N: I'm sorry how short this is, the other chapters aren't nearly this short...I dunno, I was at a lack of words when I wrote it...Ah well, review!