Tempus Serpentis SSHG
An Alternate Universe Severitus/SSHG fanfic by Severus Sortiarius
A/N:I OWN NOTHING, This is for my amusement and others if you feel so incline to venture with me...The Characters and all rights Belong to J.K. Rowling, but I like to venture into her playground...particularly when it comes to a certain Potions Master...No Money is being made off this...and I'm quite alright with that...Stress relief and letting my imagination run wild is all I care about here...and of course Reviews...I'll try and watch my spelling but it does tend to go awry in the heat of the moment when typing so bare with me...RATED M and it's not changing...I won't be as descriptive as some other writers out of respect to the characters, but I will make them HUMAN.
{A/N: Wanted to try my hand at Time Travel...plus this idea wouldn't let me go...}
Plot: In a Post-Second Wizarding War world, Severus Snape finds himself doing what he always does...teaching dunderheads at Hogwarts...until a mishap in Potions Class causes him to awaken in a world far from the normal state of his own...and what's this nonsense about a Slytherin Harry Potter?
WARNING: Contains Mature Content...M FOR MATURE, Violence, Murder, Sexual Content, Language, (You Know the drill if you've read my work before...)
My Thanks To All My Readers And Reviewers...Enjoy-S.S.
Prologue: Dour Wizard Meet Sinister Kid
{"A sinister kid is a kid who... Runs to meet his Maker... A drop dead sprint from the day he's born...Straight into his Maker's arms... And that's me, that's me...The boy with the broken halo... That's me, that's me...The devil won't let me be"} Sinister Kid, The Black Keys
Unknown Location, Unknown World...
Intense pain had been the first thing Severus Snape noticed as he regained consciousness. His obsidian eyes had been focused on the looming sky above him. He seemed to have recalled very little about what happened other than a dunderhead Harry Potter adding the wrong ingredient to his blasted potion just to try and prove him wrong in front of the entire Seventh Year Slytherin-Gryffindor class. Hermione Granger had been just seconds from being caught in a pretty serious explosion before Snape managed to rush over and shield her from the blast. The force of which had knocked him out flat on his back and unconscious. The dour wizard grumbled at the throbbing sensation in his head as he tried to assess the damage. He was going to need quite a bit of health potion and a good deal more firewhiskey when this whole mess was cleared up.
Sodding Potter.
Once again the green eyed little imp proved himself to be the bane of The Potions Professor's existence. It wasn't enough that the little prat kept him from dying during the wizarding war and spoke out for him when the Ministry of Magic wanted to imprison him in Azkaban. He had to return to Hogwarts and take potions class then get all uppity in thinking that all he had done some how made them friends.
Snape cringed at the thought. As if he would ever be friends with that insolent child.
The Potions Master managed to move his legs and both arms well enough. It seemed all the damage had been in his head until he found himself grimacing from the suddenly sharp pain in his abdomen. Quickly running his long pale fingers over the painful region, Snape discovered that he had been loosing a good deal of blood.
What in Merlin's name?
He sighed and moved himself rather gingerly until he was sitting up right with his back leaned against what appeared to be a crumbled wall. His ebony clad form had been riddled with dust and dirt as he took in the now pressing issue of his surroundings. Where ever he was it had not been his potions classroom back at Hogwarts.
Could that blast have knocked me clear across town? Am I in Hogsmeade?
Unable to see any familiar landmarks to attest to this, Snape decided that he needed to concentrate on getting himself either a healing potion or some herbs to deal with his pressing wound. Gritting his teeth, the Potions Professor struggled to his feet kicking up more dust and sending small clumps of dirt flying in the process.
His lengthy raven hair dangled in front of his sallow pale face shielding his profile from that of the world. Taking a deep breath Snape took one tentative step forward. Another node of pain shot through him but he made up his mind to continue. He had needed medical attention and had not the faintest idea where his wand had gone.
Snape began to put one dragon hide clad boot in front of the other and before long the pain had been an after thought. He found himself coming up on a very impressive structure with neon lighting similar to that of muggle use in their many cities and towns as well as automobiles. Snape sighed. He hoped whomever ran this place had decent booze be it wizard or muggle in variety.
The neon flashing said Serpent's Den in bright green lettering. The letter S had been in the shape of a snake to put further emphasis on the naming. Snape smirked at the name. It appeared Slytherin owned still meant the use of a serpent in all their decorating. He continued to enter the place and came across a strangely brutish fellow dressed in all black.
The brute looked at Snape with narrowed eyes smirked.
"Well what do we have here?" asked the brute. "Another feeble attempt by the old coot himself to get at the boss?"
Snape arched an eyebrow at this.
"I beg your pardon?" he asked.
"I don't think so." replied the brute.
He attempted to grab Snape by the collar. The Potions Professor easily out maneuvered the sluggish fiend and choked him out against the side of the building. He had not known why the man had become so openly hostile but he wasn't about to let him take it any further.
"What's beyond this door?" asked Snape gripping the brute by the neck.
The brute struggled in his grasp then spoke.
"I-It's the bosses place." he replied.
Snape rolled his eyes.
"I gathered that much." he replied annoyed. "Who is this boss of yours?"
"I-I don't know his name." replied the brute. "T-The others call him...Snape."
Snape had been stunned by this.
"I have a problem with your choice of answer." he said. "You see it's impossible for your boss to be called Snape, I have never employed the likes of you nor have I ever run an establishment like this."
The brute continued to struggle.
"N-No not you.." he said. "He's younger...but he's got green eyes."
Snape arched an eyebrow at this statement.
"Green eyes?" he asked. "What the devil are you talking about?"
He knew nothing about a boy with green eyes baring his name. As far as he knew he had no children and the only girl he bedded with green eyes had been Lily Potter. She had only one child that he had known of and it was Harry Potter.
"T-The boss is in today." offered the brute. "S-See for yourself."
Snape glared at the brute for a moment.
"Maybe I will." he replied letting the oaf fall to the hard ground below.
Snape entered the building only to find himself surrounded by pulsing music and sifting through clouds of smoke. The further he entered this strange place he took note of the young women dancing half naked on large stages with various lighting as if it had been arranged according to their respective themes. Everywhere he looked wizards had been around with galleons a plenty throwing them up at the women hooting and hollering.
The Potions Master spied the bar and made his way over. The strangely familiar looking young man attending it had a curiously freckled pale face and lengthy red hair. His blue eyes had been fixed on Snape from the moment of his arrival.
"W-What can I get you sir?" he asked in a rather timid fashion.
Snape's obsidian eyes studied the jittery boy for a moment.
"D-Do I know you?" he asked.
"N-No sir." replied the red head. "N-Not that I know of."
Snape continued to look him over.
"You're a Weasley?" he said.
"Y-Yes sir." replied the bartender.
"You are Weasley." said Snape putting a name to the face before him. "Ronald Weasley."
The bartender nodded.
"Yes sir." he replied. "Can I get you anything?"
He seemed to be more focused on his job than making conversation.
Snape had been about to answer when the announcement went over the loud speaker about the club having a guest of sorts. The Potions Master immediately recognized the voice as that of Harry Potter, though it had gotten a bit deeper since last he heard him speak. Everything had been strange to say the least. Ron Weasley had been bar-tending in some seedy joint. He could only imagine the rest of the golden trio's professions.
Ron leaned over the bar and looked into Snape's eyes for the first time since his arrival.
"The boss wants to speak with you." he said in a serious tone.
Snape got to his feet as he was lead toward the back of the club. On the way a strangely half naked woman with bushy hair had run into him. She seemed to be in a bitter mood as she glared at him. Her expression softened and she proceeded to try and flirt with him.
"Well aren't you a looker." she said in her best seductive tone.
Snape barely had time to swallow the lump in his throat as she half-naked woman pressed her exposed frame into him.
"I'll bet you're really something beneath those old clothes." she whispered in his ear.
Snape blinked putting another name to the face before him touched up in heavy make-up and sorrowful amber eyes. There had been no room left for doubt about her identity as she took his hand and forced it to squeeze her firm backside.
"You look smart." she said seductively. "You wanna be my Professor?"
"M-Miss Granger?" said Snape at last finding his voice amid the heated emotions.
She gave him a wink and made her way toward the stage with the yellow lighting. The announcer introduced her as the Lovely Lioness. The escort who had arrived to show Snape to the back office nudged him toward the door. The Potions Master had been in a state of shock. The golden trio had seemed to be two for three in the words seediest jobs department. He couldn't imagine how a brilliant and driven young witch like Hermione Granger ended up being a stripper.
The Office...
Snape entered the surprisingly well lit office. It had been a spacious place and resembled that of a swanky muggle hotel suite in sunny Las Vegas. In the center of the room had been an enormous black sofa with a relatively small young man dressed in a black house robe and slippers. His messy hair had been raven in color and his sallow pale face had been nearly covered with mismanaged facial hair. Snape stared in utter shock at emerald green eyes glared back at him hiding a kind of fury like that of a rolling storm.
"Welcome to my humble abode..." said the young man getting to his feet.
"Potter?" said Snape trying to make sense of a world gone mad.