A Harry Potter Fanfiction
By Shadow
Warnings: Male x Male relationships, mild swearing, and nude babies. If this stuff doesn't float your boat feel free to sail around it but please don't sink it for others; we don't need another Titanic. Oh, I love that movie. Shame my mum doesn't.
Caution! Cute OC Potions teacher later in the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own the HP Cast. All things that you recognize from the books belong to her. Other wise they belong to me, unless I borrowed it without realizing from someone else. If I subconsciously borrowed it from you or someone you know, please PM me or E-mail me about it and I will do what I can to sort it out.
Summary: After another Potion-turned-Poison, courtesy of our own Neville Longbottom, bless his cotton socks, the residing Potions Master is shrunk to a feisty little four-year old! What cunning scheme will Dumbledore cook up this time! Of course, it's going to be exquisitely delicious because we all know what a Master Chef he is...
Pairings: main: SS/HP in later chapters, SB/RL, RW/HG. Anymore can be requested and I'll try and work them into the story but they'll be side pairings.
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Prologue: Cruciatus and Lemon Drops.
After 16 years of unwavering concentration and attention on his work for both Dumbledore and The Dark Lord, even at the same time, the sudden sweeping sensation of nostalgia caught him completely unawares, making him stop and ponder for a moment where this feeling had come from.
It could never be from the rotten childhood he'd had, with the man he had been forced to call Father.
But it certainly couldn't be from his school days. Potter and his Gang had made sure of that, along with more than half the school more than willing to help.
The first reason he had to live for in his life was his kind, caring mother who had died when he was thirteen, leaving him in that monsters care until the age of fourteen when a supposed gas fire had killed the brute, sending him to his closest family. The Princes had then sent him off after a mere three weeks to an Orphanage.
Of course, they couldn't have expected him to not run away could they? If they didn't then they had obviously either brainwashed the children living there or didn't get older orphans and rejects often.
The second and last constant figure of any warm emotion toward him was the beautiful, smart, kind Lily Potter -- nay -- Evans but that relationship was halted in Fifth year when that detested word escaped his mouth.
Was that it? Was it the lingering regret and guilt for not being able to save her all those years ago? It seemed to be.
The nostalgia began to melt away soon afterwards but left in its place was a sudden...realization, of sorts.
What was the next best thing to saving his best-childhood-friend and long time crush?
Unfortunately, the answer was quite simple.
Protecting his best-childhood-friend and worst school enemy's poor, ill-fated, and self-endangering son, Harry Potter: The Boy Who Bloody Lived.
I mean, it must mean something, even a tiny little something, to make up for not being there in time to save Lily Potter and her blasted husband themselves, right?
Right.
So all he had to do was protect the boy from serious harm and himself until the Snape's own death, or at least keep him from rushing into dangerous situations without thinking first and asking questions much later like most Gryffindors tended to do. This is where the Granger girl came in again.
-- The Hat must have at least mentioned the House of Smart-Arse Nerds to her once in the Sorting --
How fun.
All he had to do was be the baby-sitter.
And with a baby like Potter, there was no telling who'd be left alive at the end and whether or not the house would be in ruins.
It was a real shame, though, how their positions were about to be reversed.
And only in the first week of school, too.
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A/N: If you have time to review, please also try and get some CC in there. For those of you who don't know that's Constructive Criticism.
Thank You
Xx Shadow xX