Disclaimer:

I do not own the characters of Harry Potter, these belong to that wonderful author JK Rowling and the various publishing companies used to publish her works. I am however borrowing them, no not to make money but for fun and fun only.

Summary:

Severus Snape does not die at the end of DH, instead he ends up in America and thinks he will live his life here alone. Someone else has another idea though, crossover with X-Files.

Yes this is a crossover with X-Files, same time line with both through May of 1998. After that things change quite a bit. This will be a Melissa Scully/Severus Snape fiction as she is a witch. Yes that is right, she is a witch and well, you have to read on, so on with the story!

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Chapter One: A New World:

Bethesda Maryland May 7, 1998:

Melissa Scully was many things, graduate of Salem Academy for Witches and Wizards. She had masters in magical defense, transfiguration, healing and microbiology and could, like most magical people in America cross from the magical to muggle, or mundane world (depends on who you were talking to) with ease. She was a hidden hero of the war against the rather stupid, evil and hard to kill so called lord Voldemort. While young Harry Potter had gone after the soul anchors of said dark lord (and only a brain donor really would do something as stupid as make one of those) she had been called by the magical branch of the CIA to help stomp Voldemort and his followers out. After her "death" in the muggle world she had devoted her life to the magical, for the time being. Oh her family knew she was alive but other than that? No-one in the muggle world did, and that was because of certain evil people that called themselves the Syndicate.

Back to magical Great Britain, she had been called over by the magical branch of the CIA to help out the magical branch of MI-5 and the muggleborn of that nation as the ICW was clearly having problems with controlling magical England. When Voldemort declared war on the muggleborn they had not taken it well at all, in fact most, had ended up in hiding and had started to fight back. Another reason Voldemort was so stupid? Who in their right mind put a taboo on their own name in this day and age? All one had to do was call out said name, have his snatchers come and poof a few gun shots and they were dead. Magic was not always good in a fight, as many of the witches and wizards on the run were no match for a death eater magic wise. However a gun or rifle did level the playing field and now, well now on this May day there were no death eaters left alive that had not surrendered at the battle of Hogwarts. Blood superiority had died on the second day of May 1998 and a new day had risen.

She tucked a lock of her strawberry blond hair back behind her ear and turned to the bed where the hero of the hour slept on. She looked him over with her dark blue eyes and saw a tall lean pale man with long black hair, he had a large nose, thin lipped mouth and was covered in blankets. He was clad in a pair of gray sleep pants and he should wake soon, the anti-venom she had pumped into him had saved him, that and the potions he had taken. She had found him in a shack near Hogwarts, had evacuated him to a plane and when Harry spoke and told the truth about this man, this Severus Snape he had been brought to America where he could be kept in safety. She walked over to him, the skirts of her long very modest green dress swished around her ankles and took a seat by him. She looked up to see that the monitors, magical and muggle side by side showed he was about to wake. Well the magical ones did. She brushed a lock of his hair away from his neck and saw that the bandages were no longer soaked with blood.

"If you are going to keep poking at it at least tell me where I am." Severus said with a rich deep baritone with a cultured British accent, "and who you are?"

"I am healer Melissa Scully, Voldemort lost the war and the death eaters are dead." Melissa said, "you are in America, Bethesda, the magical part."

"Why?"

"You are a hero, and you deserve to be known as such." Melissa said, "and not just for what Harry Potter said but we have watched you."

"Potter survived?" Severus said, "of course he did."

"Yes, and it seems he was allowing himself to be used as a red herring." Melissa said, "knowing Voldemort was after him he led him on quite the chase last year. Oh he knew where the soul anchors were but he had to act as if he did not, even the goblins helped him."

"I seem to recall a dragon and Potter destroyed half of Gringotts." Severus shot back.

"Oh no, not at all, the goblins let him go, and they stated they had to per the latest treaty, they even apologized for the soul anchor in that Lestrange woman's vault." Melissa replied, "anyway, you sir are really a hero, all you did as a spy."

"Which was not enough." Severus said bitterly. "Too many died."

"Yes people did die, but you helped save so many, the purebloods will never hold power like they did in the past. England was their last greatest stronghold."

"It was?" Severus said looking a bit shocked.

"Oh yes, it was, now purebloods and blood status can go the way of the dinosaur." Melissa replied, "you are safe here, now I need to check you neck, it should be healed now."

She got up and walked to where there were latex gloves, one more thing the pureblood magical society had shunned. Magical Britain was so backwards due to them, and maybe that was why Dumbledore wanted out the way he did. Severus had not killed him, no traces of Cyanide had been found in the elderly wizard. He knew Severus could not kill him and everything was arranged, to save the soul of one Draco Malfoy who had played his part in protecting his fellow students, Severus had given him the Cyanide capsule, and that did satisfy the vow he had made. That and what Pansy Parkinson was really doing with full support of McGonagall, acting as if she supported the dark lord, to get kicked out of Hogwarts to "join him" instead she had killed as many death eaters as she and her band of Slytherins could. Now the purebloods would never have so much power again and magical Britain could catch up with the rest of the world. They would learn about blood born pathogens, the need to protect one's self and other things too.

Magical America had been formed mainly by one great man, that man was Ben Franklin. He was a powerful muggleborn wizard, like Melissa he had gone to the Salem institute camps to learn his magic in the summer. She, like him did her essays by mail and learned most of the magic at the camps and was just as good at magic as any child who went to a magic school. Then again she started the magical histories, potions and Arithmancy at eight as these required little magic and once her core stabilized she started on her wand studies. Magical America, like most of the new world could move between muggle and magical world with ease. Most of the magical world lived in little villages or apartment blocks in the large cities. They kept themselves a secret by living in both worlds and this helped keep them safe. The muggles could not track what they could not find, and all large magical districts, sporting arenas (excluding the few magical brick and mortar schools) were underground. While Hogwarts was the best Magical school in the world for those eleven to seventeen (save for their defense classes) that was all England could boast about.

"What are you doing?" Severus asked as she came up with latex gloves on her hands.

"Well you are going to find that the muggle and magical world are closer most of the world over. Your purebloods kept you so far behind it is a wonder the ICW did not destroy you all." Melissa replied, "it was a near thing, if not for Hogwarts then we would not be speaking at all, I would have had a shoot to kill order on any witch or wizard in England."

"I can believe that, after Grindlewald…"

"No Grindlewald was tame compared to Voldemort." Melissa said, "in fact he did oppress the people in Europe but not the muggles, those he just left to Hitler and Stalin to kill off. Voldemort was attacking muggles and was very close to having a whole nation of magical wiped out."

"I see, what is to be done with me?" Severus asked.

"Nothing bad I promise," Melissa said carefully removing the bandages and waving her wand over the wound, "first though I am sure you will want to shower, your clothes have been washed and mended and the shower is through that door, soap and shampoo are in the plastic containers on the wall."

"Thank you." Severus said.

He sat up carefully and stood up, he was a bit dizzy but that passed and he walked to the bathroom. Melissa saw the very faint scars on his back and wondered if Voldemort had used a whip on him. Sounded like something he would do, she had read what evil things he did and really did not like the man, thing at all. Well he was dead, and Harry Potter, well he proved to be far smarter than any had believed. His fifth year he had willingly drawn the wrath of Umbridge onto him, thus letting the rest of the school learn defense not just Dumbledore's Army. No he taught them and they in turn went back to their common rooms and taught those there. Another reason that Voldemort could not win, Harry had done what he could and had to deal with pain and suffering because of it. She left the room to let Severus have privacy and waited for him outside the room.

He came out half a hour later clean, shaved and clad in his clothes, all black. He was clad in a high collared black frock coat, a pair of black pants, heavy buckled dragonskin boots (she knew this as she had seen them and was impressed, even she did not own a pair though few did outside Aurors, potions masters and curse breakers did) and his billowing black masters robes over all. His hair was clean but a bit greasy but something she did not mind and she realized he was watching her checking him out. She looked up and met his eyes, careful to shield her mind as she knew he was a good Legulimans but she, like nearly all magical the world over was good at Occulumency. It was part of every magical course here in America (the cold war required that as Soviet witches and wizards were very loyal to the USSR) and was spreading the world over. She was not going to let this rather intimidating man intimidate her, no sir!

"I am sure you are hungry, it's lunch time, there is a Whites Chicken here, you will like it, it's fried chicken and biscuits." Melissa said.

"That sounds interesting." Severus said wondering how biscuits, a dessert treat could go well with chicken. "What kind of biscuits go with Chicken?"

"Oh, um what we Americans call biscuits are far different, they are doughty more like little bits of bread, oh you will like them, they are addictive!"

He followed her to an elevator and down to the ground floor with her explaining that they were really underground. It was hard to believe this as there was a magical "ceiling" that looked like sky above that showed the weather outside, cloudy and rainy to day. They walked across the street and into the Whites Chicken. Severus smelled the good food and let Melissa order for him as he was not sure what to order. They got a table and once their number was called Melissa brought the food over. She told Severus the small round fried things were actually fried okra and helped him pick out his chicken and biscuits from the paper containers. He sniffed at the chicken and then took his first bite and was in love, who cared the meal was eaten with one's hands? He loved every bit of it and ate most of the chicken, found the biscuits light and very tasty and even liked the fried okra. Melissa had ordered a lot of food and was delighted he was able to eat so well, he did need it, he had four pieces of chicken, three biscuits and nearly all the fried okra.

"Let's get you home." Melissa said after he had finished eating. "Well it's a safe house, a small three bedroom two and a half bath, but it is private."

"Why are you helping me?" Severus asked.

"Well let's just say a few people have watched you over the years and were vindicated in their trust in you." Melissa replied.

"I see, well then you know I am a selfish wicked and not nice man." Severus shot back.

"Selfish no, wicked no, and not nice, well you had your reasons." Melissa said, "we will go by floo."

Severus followed her out of the restaurant and down the street to a public floo that was guarded by dwarves. They allowed them use of the floo and Severus found himself coming out of a fireplace into a charming family room connected to a large kitchen/dining room. The family room as Melissa called it had a large L shaped sectional in black and a green and tan hand made rug on the floor. Empty floor to ceiling bookshelves were on one wall opposite the windows with the sectional facing the fireplace. Melissa showed him what she called the powder room, a laundry on this floor, a parlor and upstairs a master suite with it's own bathroom and two large bedrooms with their own walk in closets and another bathroom. Severus found his trunks here with all his worldly goods. His books were packed neatly in one and his potions ingredients, cauldrons, beakers and other tools in another and finally his personal trunk. The master bedroom was large and had a large king sized four poster bed with a large green quilt with a black dragon on it. He was left here to settle in, and saw he had a house elf, he was told before Melissa left he was a servant and not a slave and to treat him with respect or she would be very unhappy. With that he was left on his own to settle in and wonder what was to become of him.

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So that is the start of a crossover of two stories I really like. As this is the same timeline it works I think. There will be a few changes in both stories but not too much, just a more cunning group of teens and a highly redeemable Severus. Though I do intend to keep his rather dark edges as lets face it, he was a good man but he was willing to do what it took to both save Harry (who he did not fully like) to bringing down the dark lord Voldemort.

Oh and chicken and biscuits is an American thing, a wonderful American thing. I based Whites Chicken on my favorite fried chicken places Popeyes and Louisiana Fried Chicken, which are amazing. For the British out there biscuits are not a dessert item over here, no they are a small baked type of bread that when done right are really, really good. You can have them with butter, butter and honey, what we call southern gravy, which is a white gravy with sausage in it, or even with jam. Fried okra is amazing, something I think everyone should have at least once in their life, it really is that good!

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