Disclaimer: I don't own it, just the idea, the rest, characters and places you recognise belong to J.K.Rowling. Set as if though most people haven't died, AU basically. There will be swearing later on and slash [male/male theme's and pairings, if you do not like, please do not read.
The x's later on are blanks, I just thought it would be best to put something in there so it was a bit more understandable, if it is still too confusing for people, I will change it.
Summer Changes Chapter 1
I look at myself in the mirror. I take a few moments to regard myself. My body could be better, my hair could be cleaner, my eyes could be brighter, my skin could use some colour.
So why am I just standing here talking about 'could be' when it can be better. I have the summer holidays to change who I am physically and mentally. It's about time for a change; I've been this cranky, ugly old man for too long.
So to start off, light physical training in the sun, two in one. It'll be easy to keep my hair cleaner with a certain potion I keep in my backrooms. My eyes, well the Muggle contraption 'contacts' would be a good choice.
However, my personality may be a bit harder. Maybe I should start going to pubs and bars again… Get to know people, smile… One last thing, I need to cut my hair!
I chuckle aloud to myself, glad no one knows of my plans. And I'm lucky I can make these plans, if the Dark Lord was still alive, I wouldn't have this chance. But Potter took care of him late last year.
I pack my bags just like everyone else in this castle is. Tomorrow the students leave, the day after, the teachers leave. I stop, it's 6 a.m. I have a class in a few hours, and to top it off, my last class is double Potions with 6th year Gryffindors and Slytherins. But it's mostly Gryffindors, the Slytherins are mostly in Azkaban, and there's only 11 students in my class.
Blaise Zabini, Esmerelda Velton, Quade Tinken, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.
I hope to leave a lasting mark on those students knowing I'll only have Zabini, Granger, Weasley and Potter next year. I want them not to know who I am next year. I grin cruelly, something I definitely need to change.
An owl flies through my one window and lands on the perch in the corner. I sigh; the note has Albus' handwriting on it. I open the letter.
Dear Severus,
I hope that you understand why I am saying this. Next year, Horace Slughorn will be returning to teach Potions for all years, except 7th years. If you would like to know more, please feel free to come visit me today.
Yours Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore.
P.S. I like Professor-Itis Lolliepops.
What on earth? I grumble and head to the headmasters rooms. "Professor-Itis Lolliepops." I snarl. The gargoyle leaps aside and the wall splits in two to reveal a large, revolving staircase. I step onto it and allow it to take me to Albus' room.
"Ah, Severus, I didn't think you would wait to see me." Albus smiles as I walk into the room. "Now, this is about the re-appointment of Horace for 6th years and under isn't it?"
I nod stiffly as I sit across from the older man. "Why?" I ask, not all that sure of how to feel. No little brats, but all the older ones.
"As there will be only four students in your class, it is more appropriate that you have a class with each student, and one full class. Each day, you will have a student for half the day, and on whichever day you choose to have the full class, that will be for a normal lesson."
"But why half a day? Don't they have other classes? Hence full class only for a normal lesson so they can have four other subjects!" I say unaware I am saying it.
"Ah yes, Severus, there is only going to be one student with you on any half-day. The others will no doubt be with another teacher, or studying another subject." Albus smiles widely, eyes twinkling. He hands me a piece of paper. It's a timetable.
Mon. - Hermione Granger – N.E.W.T. Potions
Tues.
Wed.
Thurs.
Fri.
-------- Mon. ---- Tues. ---- Wed. --- Thurs. --- Fri. ---
9-10 -- Hermione- xxxxxxxx- xxxxxxxx- Blaise------ xxxxxxxx
10-11 - Granger--- xxxxxxxx- xxxxxxxx- Zabini----- xxxxxxxx
Break - N.E.W.T-- xxxxxxxx- xxxxxxxx- N.E.W.T--- xxxxxxxx
12-1 --- Potions---- xxxxxxxx- Full Class- Potions--- xxxxxxxx
1-2 -----xxxxxxxx- Ronald---- xxxxxxxxx- xxxxxxx-- Harry
Break -xxxxxxxx- Weasley--- xxxxxxxxx- xxxxxxx-- Potter
3-4 -----xxxxxxxx- N.E.W.T--- xxxxxxxxx- xxxxxxx- N.E.W.T
4-5 ------xxxxxxxx- Potions---- xxxxxxxxx- xxxxxxx- Potions
"And Severus, it may be nice to let them have a break at around the normal time." Albus starts, "I put Harry and Ron late in the day so they can wake up and not cause too much harm. Good day Severus. Enjoy the last one for the school year!"
"You too, Albus." I sneer slightly and leave the room.
I go to breakfast, making sure I'm mean as ever to any students who pass me. It's just my luck that I pass Potter, Weasley and Granger. Weasley is doing up his tie, and Potter is running along with his shoes untied, Granger is the only one awake and fully dressed.
"Potter, Weasley!" I snarl and the two boys jump. "10 points for your tie Weasley." I flick my wand and his tied undoes and redoes itself. "And 10 points for untied shoelaces Potter." Another flick of my wand and Potters shoes tie up.
"Thank you, sir." Potter and Weasley grumble rushing off with a confused Granger to the hall.
I stalk inside, and take a few points off Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and then sit down at the teachers table. "Severus has Albus talked to you about the appointment of-" Minerva starts.
"Horace, yes. Is this happening-"
"No. Just you, Albus thinks your too stressed." Minerva cut me off this time.
"Well I won't complain. No brats." I snap turning to my breakfast. There's an éclair sitting on the side of my plate, and by how it's placed, it was magicked there.
"Someone's been performing magic in the hall." I say to Minerva before eating my breakfast around the éclair.
I look at the éclair as I sip my coffee. It's twitching; I look around the hall for someone looking at me. A couple of students glance at me as I glare over them, but no one looks away. I sneer but pick up the éclair. I breathe a spell to check its safe, then unwrap it and eat it.
I glance up as I finish it, this time someone looks away, but it's hard to tell who it was with everyone rushing out of the hall and to class. I get up and take a shortcut to my classroom.
"In." I sneer at the group of fourth year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students. They jump and stumble into the classroom. "As it is the last day, you will be cleaning out the Lab down the corridor. Follow me." I leave the room and walk down the narrow hall to stop at the end of it in front of a dark door.
I push open the door and let the students file into the dark and quite messy room.
"I want this room to be spotless by the end of the lesson. You may use magic, but not for all of it, minimal magic, and to ensure that…" I snap swishing my wand intricately and a warm shiver passes through the room.
I watch the students, a cruel smirk planted on my face as they scrub the room. "Sir…" A small Hufflepuff boy stutters, "Is this blood?" I glance over at the stain he's pointing to.
"Yes, I must say it looks quite like it." I smirk and a few girls scream. I glare at them and they stop screaming and start cleaning.
The day continues like this, each class I have cleans out a different room. I smirk with cruel glee and watch the students panic over strange stains and smells.
My final class is in a couple of minutes and I've sorted out that each of the 11 students will be cleaning a room each. And just for the sake of it, Potter has the worst room.
"Do not enter the classroom. Follow me; you will be cleaning out a Lab each." I snarl at the Gryffindors and Slytherins. I point Zabini into a small room across from there I put Granger. We walk around a corner and I leave Velton and Tinken in two Labs.
Further down the corridor, Finnigan and Longbottom are put into musty Labs. Thomas and Brown are left a bit further down. Patil and Weasley are left in another corridor. Whereas Potter and I walked down the corridor and another, before I opened a door to show and incredibly messy room.
I walk back to my rooms and say into a microphone, "When you are finished, press the button near the door and I will come to check you've cleaned the Lab properly. If you have not finished by the end of the lesson, you will stay behind." I growl into it, the message resounds in each of the labs. "Oh, and you may only use minimal magic."
After not too long, I get a buzz from Zabini and Granger, I go to their labs and dismiss them. Next to buzz are Brown, Patil, Tinken and Velton. They too are allowed to leave. Thomas, Finnigan and Longbottom buzz a few minutes after each other, they had cleaned their labs well and so they left the lesson. Finally, just before the bell, Weasley buzzed. He hadn't used much magic and his room was as good as anything. Glowering I let him leave.
I smirked as he asked if Harry was done. "Not yet." I snarl joyfully striding down the halls to check on Potter. "How hard is it to clean a room Potter?" I snarl at the boy scrubbing the floor with a rough brush.
He looks up at me, his dark hair stuck to his forehead, his glasses lopsided, in the heat of cleaning, he'd taken off his jumper and had his shirt partially opened. There was sweat dripping down his chest and his wand was not in sight.
"Have you done all of this," I indicate to the sparkling side of the room, "By hand?"
"Yes sir. I used to have to clean the house…" He sighs wiping his face with the back of his hand.
"Well, in future, keep your clothing on." I snap motioning to his shirt and jumper. "You will stay until this room is finished." I snarl as he does up his buttons and pulls on his jumper quickly.
I sit down on a chair and watch as he cleans the room. He looks up at me, "Can I please take this jumper off?" He begs.
"No." I snap looking gleeful at his pain. I take out my wand and swish it slightly. He instantly looks cooler.
"Thank you sir." He says going back to work.
It's almost dinner time by the time he is finished and he stands up. "Finished." He groans as I, too, stand up. I walk around the room.
"You may leave." I snap and we leave the room. We walk to the entrance hall basically together, but he walks up the marble staircase to get cleaned up and I walk into the hall.
"Albus, my dungeons are clean." I say sitting down a couple of seats away from Albus.
"Of course Severus, you may leave tomorrow when you are ready." He smiles at me. The students start to file in and sit at their tables. The hall is decorated in gold and scarlet, the Gryffindors have won the house championship yet again.
"Students," Albus smiles at the school standing up, "It is the end of another year! I hope you have had fun, and I hope you are looking forward to your holidays! No magic is to be performed at home, and school starts again on September 1st. Now, enjoy your feast!" He yells spreading his arms wide and the food appears on the plates.
The silence is broken by the clatter of cutlery, and the scraping of chairs and students from different houses rush around and say goodbye to each other. The main dinner is wiped of the plates and replaced with all sorts of deserts.
"Severus, I heard your leaving tomorrow." Minerva says distracting me from my collecting of food. "I hope you have a good holiday, would I be able to-"
"No. I will be out of contact all holidays." I snarl politely turning back to my food. Yet again there is an éclair. I'm starting to wonder how the person knows it's my favourite. I check for spells and eat it first this time.
I don't look up from my food all dinner, and as soon as the students have left, I leave the hall, too. The night is a peaceful one as I wake up at dawn. As I finish packing, I look around at all the things that are the old Severus Snape.
"Goodbye." I say to it all, and then I walk from the room, my suitcase miniaturized and in my pocket. I stop by the hall for a quick breakfast, and once again, there's an éclair. I eat my food, and the éclair before bidding goodbye to Albus and the rest of the staff. I walk with the students carriages that pull them to Hogsmeade platform but tell mine to take me to Hogsmeade.
It does so and I get out of the carriage, walk a few metres, and turn slightly on the spot. I open my eyes and my house appears. Smirking happily, I walk up the warn path and enter the place I call home.
Well, I hope you enjoyed this first installment. If you did, please review so I know whether I should continue the story.
Denna.