Loving You Through Time
by Sylvanus Snape
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: extremely OOC
Pairing: HPSS
Summary: Post-war, a classical potion accident with unlikely result...
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise belongs to J.K. Rowling, etc.. I own nothing, make no money from anything, and am writing this purely for personal enjoyment
AN: This is my first fic... and English isn't my mother tongue. Please don't be too hard on me puppy eyes. The chapters are short but I consider that easier to start with, don't you? I hope to keep this fic going! I'm now waiting your reaction.
Loving You Through Time
Prologue: The one with « Good old Neville »
If there's one thing you learn in six years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry it is: never work with Neville Longbottom in Potions. Unfortunately if the teacher has it in mind to make your life a living hell by all means, you have little choice on the matter. So here's Harry Potter starting his 7th year with potions and his labpartner: good old Neville. Snape really wants to succeed where Voldemort's living corpse failed last June.
It's not that Neville is... Stupid... well, potions is still his Achilles's heel. All that confidence, he gained the last few years just vanishes and we find ourselves in front of the shy and clumsy Gryffindor first year who deseperly searches "Trevor I" (whom joined the list of casualties this summer) whenever professor Snape appears. That man stays Neville's biggest fear, the other being Grandma Longbotton in her bad days.
"I have spent six years trying to teach you the fine art that is potions, to you, the next generation of wizards and witches. Thank Merlin, this is our final year and you all will be leaving, only if you succeed here, though! This year you'll be all paired in groups of two, with luck, it may limit the damages."
Professor Snape said looking at the Gryffindor's admitted in Advanced Potion : Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. Severus Snape thanked silently all the gods for Ronald Weasley's failure in the Potion's OWL. The last Weasley boy's temper didn't get better during the war and the tension between him and the Malfoy heir was getting worse each days, even Longbottom was the safest option than the Weasley ticking Time Bomb.
Harry Potter was day-dreaming again, so much has changed and this will be his first year deatheater free. The battle pushed him to make the most difficult decision in his life: to kill or be killed, to be a murderer or a corpse... He chose the first option thinking that he'd only be sending back a corpse in hell. Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort died a few days after the exam... A nasty smell brought him back from his thought...
Neville was doing it again! He was about to put dragon scales in their cauldron, considering that they were doing an extremely flammable potion, this was not good. "No!" He yelled surprising his partner who let go the ingredient in the the potion. The liquid started to boil at an incredible rate.
"Everybody OUT... Potter, OUT!" Screamed Snape. Before the Gryffindor could react, he got spashed by the substance. It burned his skin, he felt himself shrinking. His screams were filling the room, but he could still hear those of the other students and professor Snape giving orders. The man came near him, he aimed his wand on the younger man and started saying several healing spells. Suddenly, emerald green and onyx eyes met, each full of fear and Harry Potter gave his last scream before vanishing into thin air.