Hello, this is my first story here, and my first story for Harry Potter. I am only at the beginning, and I do hope to make much progress on this tale, but please be patient because I do not yet have all of the fine details settled in this plot.
What I do have so far is that this is going to be a Harry Potter Slash story. He will be with Severus Snape. If you do not enjoy such things, then please choose not to read further. This will also be a creature/mate fiction because I have always enjoyed such things.
There is some background that might be helpful for you to know before you begin reading the story:
1. This story is beginning after Harry has completed his education at Hogwarts (excluding the preface which is far before).
2. I have decided that the age for magical inheritance is twenty five. Wizards live to such an old age that their magic takes a bit longer to fully mature than normal physical puberty, hence twenty five (which also happens to be the age that gambling on horse races becomes legal in the United States).
3. I have decided to use Greek mythology in regards to the creatures that I chose, if you would like more information on any of the creatures that I mention please feel free to ask me or one of my most favored friends known as 'Google' .
4. I like Severus Snape and hate Dumbledore. Therefore, Snape did not die (as I hope you understood from the fact that this is supposed to be a Snarry). Dumbledore did die and everyone hates him. Or most people do.
5. I like the twins, so both are alive
6. Black is still dead.
7. I plan for Harry to be the 'submissive' partner. There might be switches in individual scenes for the characters, but I like him better that way for the overall story
8. This may turn into an mpreg, I am not certain. It depends on how far the story goes.
9. The story will begin with a T rating but will most likely move up in rating as the story goes on.
If you have any questions or concerns please feel free to ask me any questions you may have. I appreciate constructive criticism, and if you find any typos or sections that need to be rewritten please inform me.
I do not own this story or any characters within that are not of my creation.
Please enjoy.
Preface
The child was the last thing one saw in the house, if it was ever seen at all. The house itself was large and spacious. Very bright, airy, and for all accounts a happy and quite regular home. There were pictures on the walls of two parents and a child. There were toys littered about and the house had a refreshing lived-in feel without being messy or dirty. The occupants of the home did not appear to be the most attractive, but such a thing was not really important if the quality of life was good.
Everyone appeared happy on the outside, joyous. Everyone but that child that was nearly never seen.
The child was situated under the stairs in a windowless broom cupboard with locks on the door. He was small, even minuscule for his age. His hair was dark and messy, skin sallow and pale. His eyes were deep into his skull with dark bruises underneath. His features were small and handsome, youth obvious on his malnourished face.
The child did not speak. He rarely ever made noise. He was a ghost of what a child should be. There was no laughter or smiles. His eyes rarely ever shown with hope or mischief.
The boy still dreamed, and he drew what he saw. He plastered images of smiling men and women together with him, him in their arms feeling cuddled and safe and loved. Things that the boy had no memory of ever experiencing for himself. He only saw it offered to others.
That was the life of the boy under the stairs. The boy with unnatural green eyes and a scar on his head. The life of a child who would be ignored and abused for the early years of his life. A life without peace, without happiness, and without any foreseeable manner to escape. A life that, unbeknownst to the child, would only get worse as he grew up.
Chapter 1
Turning twenty five was an interesting occurrence. Most people took such a thing for granted; birthdays, holidays, and being alive for such occasions. This young man did not. Ten minutes before midnight he sat alone at his small table and wondered how on earth he managed to make it this far
It should be a given that he would live to such an age. For most people it was. For most people life went; be born, be a child, be in school, be a graduate, turn twenty five and become a fully mature wizard or witch, be a contributing member of society, be old, be very old, and then die. That is the normal order of events. One which everyone should get the opportunity to live through
Why then, is it such a surprise for this young man to have made it past his teenage years? Simple. This young man was the Boy-Who-Lived. The infant who defeated The Dark Lord at one year of age, and then did so again in his teenage years. The boy who survived the killing curse two times over. The boy who single-handedly saved the wizarding world of Britain. The boy who never thought that he would possibly make it this far.
And yet, here he sat at this table. A glass of firewhisky in his right hand, staring to space and waiting for his birthday to greet him once again.
The years since the war had finished were quite quaint to most. The majority had gone back to living their lives. Creating a new world out of the ashes that war had left it in. Students finished school, houses were rebuilt, the Ministry was searched and cleaned of unsavory politics and the wizarding world was in better shape for it.
This young man himself had finished his last year of school with his friends. He successfully completed all tests with slightly above average scores and then moved on to the real world.
He had disappeared for a bit. Traveled around and kept in contact with no one. He visited the dragons, climbed many pyramids, searched for treasure in mountains, and traversed through forests. After a year and a half he came back. The media caught up with him not long after and for months he had been hounded on where he had been.
The man opened a bookshop in Hogsmede and lived in the apartments that were built in upstairs. The rooms themselves were small and tidy. Everything was made from wood and was a dark, old brown. The windows were clear and let in a decent amount of light. There were few decorations or personal items. In fact, if one were to come up to visit, one might be inclined to think that the room was being rented out to someone who had to leave in a week and would never return.
When the man came back to himself it was two minutes to midnight. He had heard a few things about receiving a magical inheritance, least of which was that it could be very painful. He looked around the room another time and glanced out the window into the black night. No stars could be seen.
The man threw back the last of the whisky and placed the cup in the sink. If this thing was going to be painful, he figured, might as well get as comfortable as possible in his own bed.
As the clock chimed midnight, the young man began to seize in pain of the transformation, twitching and turning and arching to escape the burning that was consuming him. The few belonging in the room lifted and flew about, crashing into each other and the walls. He screamed.
Quite a bit away another man was in a similar state. It was not his twenty fifth birthday. He did not have an inheritance. Yet, he twisted and screamed and cried, and finally his eyes opened wide. He stared up at the ceiling, not seeing any of his own surroundings. His eyes rolled back into his head as blackness came over him, and at the same time he whispered, "Harry."
So please tell me what you think. I will try to get my new chapter in by next week. Again, if you have any suggestions as to the way the story should go, please contact me. I know this chapter was a bit short, but it is only the beginning and the story has to be set.
An extra note that I would like to add is that I do not have access to Internet or wifi more than once a week, and sometimes less. So please, be patient. I will do my best to respond to any and all reviews and be punctual with my updates, but it really is quite difficult when I do not have a regular internet connection.
Thank you!
Nunin.
