Nothing compares to you
Disclaimer: I own nothing, understand yes? Good now that we're done with all the technicalities we can begin our tale, it's starts on a rainy night in the middle of the forest. Okay I lie; it starts in a living room.
A/N: Ok this is a pre slash Harry Snape fic. So nothing's going to happen for a while yet, and even when it does it won't be so disgusting or any thing. So even if u are completely horrified by Harry having sex with a man who went to school with his father, or just don't want to picture Snape naked (I'm one of them, the man is too old for Harry in my opinion.) I hope that you can still enjoy this story.
Chapter 1----Who wants to live forever
Voldemort was not after the Potter's as people had originally thought. No he was after their son, Harry. James was on what they were calling the 'night shift', Snape didn't know where and he found that he didn't care any more. When he was young he was full of some stupid idealistic idea that he should know Potters every movement, but now.he didn't give a dam. It was so he knew if he was with Lily or not. But now it didn't really matter. They were married, with a child. A sleeping child who if died would bring the end of both the wizarding and muggle world alike. Or so Voldemort seemed to think, or the evil old git wouldn't want to kill him. But as James had gone, this left Lily all alone, with this knowledge about her son's fate. "Do you want me to stay?"
"No, it's alright. You have better things to do than keep a watch over me."
"They can wait." //as unexistant as they are// Snape said to himself as an after thought.
Lily merely shook her head. Then there was silence. A long silence that seemed to drag on for a millennia. And then; "There has to be a way." She blurted out. " A way to save him. From anything. Even the Killing curse".
"There isn't." Snape told her. Every one knew that, all you could ever hope for when you were dealing with someone like that is that you escape before they do that.
"No, there has to be," she persisted. "Who invented something that was completely and utterly unblockable?"
"An idiot. Lily, I'm sorry but there isn't any thing I or any one else can do against him." there was no need to mention the 'him' in question. "unless."
"Unless what?"
"Ancient magic. Very ancient magic. Something every body has forgotten about. Even Voldemort. But these wizards back then, they were never very clear in these things. All in Latin."
"You speak Latin." Lily reminded him, her bright green eyes lighting up. "Good Latin, you told me." Then she smiled. "I knew you would." That gained him a peck on the cheek, even though he had never agreed to do any thing.
"I don't believe I'm doing this." Snape mumbled to himself. He was at the restricted section of the library at Hogwarts. He had asked Dumbledore for permission even though as he was no longer a student he didn't really need it, but he wasn't a teacher either, so Snape found it proper to do so. His index finger was gathering dust as he was running it alone the spines of all of the books. Books for glamour spells, even though they were harmless were prohibited from Hogwarts, it was highly frowned upon trying to make your self look like some one they weren't. But that wasn't what he was looking for. It took him a long time to find the book; old worn black leather bound book with gold lettering proclaiming- in Latin- protection. He lifted it off they shelf and found himself a table at the back of the room.
There was a lock on the book though the simple first year 'Alohomora' spell would not work. So Snape had to do a far more complex charm that Lily had taught him a couple of years before hand. Then it flew open and opened at the page that Snape wanted to read. So he read, in Latin what it said.
A spell that will protect from all of evils is love. Love will conquer all and death will protect.
And that was it. It didn't take long for Snape to understand. He thought quite logically. No one knew, it rarely was needed in the wizarding world, but it was a handy gift to have especially when doing this. But. now, he wished he wasn't. Wished that he could just tell Lily that he couldn't find any thing that made sense. But he couldn't lie. He did understand this. But he wished he couldn't. There was a way that Harry could survive, even the killing curse. But.Lily would have to die.
So it was with a heavy heart that Snape knocked on the door and told her what he had found. To his surprise she was delighted. "This is brilliant. You understand don't you?"
"No!" he said. "I don't. You have to die. Voldemort doesn't want you. He wants Harry and Potter if he can get his hands on him. You're safe from him."
"I don't care about me. My life is over."
"You're twenty-one years old!"
"So, I love my son, he's the best thing I've ever done. He matters more than me." Snape soon found her arms around him. "I want you to keep an eye open for him. make sure he's happy."
"Lily, I. can't, I wouldn't know how."
"Please Severus, promise me that you will."
"I've never made a promise to any one, about any thing, I can't keep them.
"Please." Those eyes again, you had to obey what they were asking.
"Ok, I will."
"Thank you Severus, you're a great friend."
"I think that's a first."
"I named Harry after you.well sort of."
"I //know// that's a first. What?"
"Yup, Henry, after my father, then James, then Severus."
It took a while for Snape to process this information. Lily, name her son after.him? "Why?"
"I thought you'd be pleased. We're just going to call him Harry, so much easier. Well are you?"
"Yeah, I guess. I've never had some one name a kid after me before. But Lily think about it. You'll be throwing your life away."
Lily bowed her head, and her green eyes were suddenly full of tears. "Are you saying." She croaked. "That I should just let my son die?" Snape said nothing. "I couldn't live with myself. Not when I knew there was something I could have done."
Snape nodded. "I'll keep looking."
But of course there was nothing. Not one thing. Only that. That was why she was dead. Dead for no reason than to save her son. A boy of only one year old. But now fifteen. A boy that I was looking at. After Harry had come out of the maze at the end of last year, everything that I had tried so hard to build tumbled down. The walls I had built around myself were unpregnable. I disallowed my self to feel again so I never had to be in the pain that I was in when Lily died ever again. But.when I saw the Potter boy so scared and vulnerable without any warning they fell. I had cried myself to sleep that night and many after. So.now, who am I? I'm Professor Severus Snape- the dreaded potions master. My morbid thoughts were interrupted when I saw the register. Something that I had never seen before got my attention. "Potter. Why are you down as Harry on the register?"
Every one in the class- mainly Gryffindors burst out laughing. "I don't know sir." Potter replied quite sincerely, "why do you ask?"
"Maybe because it's his name!" Finnigen replied laughing still.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Indeed." I leant back in my seat. "Potter, state, your full name"
"Henry James." he stopped not to my surprise. "Evil you are." I gave him a smile that didn't seem to fit with my personality any more.
"You're mother didn't think so it seems."
I hope this works, if not I'm going to kill someone, sorry about the whole hard to read thing, I truly don't know why is does it.
TBC
Disclaimer: I own nothing, understand yes? Good now that we're done with all the technicalities we can begin our tale, it's starts on a rainy night in the middle of the forest. Okay I lie; it starts in a living room.
A/N: Ok this is a pre slash Harry Snape fic. So nothing's going to happen for a while yet, and even when it does it won't be so disgusting or any thing. So even if u are completely horrified by Harry having sex with a man who went to school with his father, or just don't want to picture Snape naked (I'm one of them, the man is too old for Harry in my opinion.) I hope that you can still enjoy this story.
Chapter 1----Who wants to live forever
Voldemort was not after the Potter's as people had originally thought. No he was after their son, Harry. James was on what they were calling the 'night shift', Snape didn't know where and he found that he didn't care any more. When he was young he was full of some stupid idealistic idea that he should know Potters every movement, but now.he didn't give a dam. It was so he knew if he was with Lily or not. But now it didn't really matter. They were married, with a child. A sleeping child who if died would bring the end of both the wizarding and muggle world alike. Or so Voldemort seemed to think, or the evil old git wouldn't want to kill him. But as James had gone, this left Lily all alone, with this knowledge about her son's fate. "Do you want me to stay?"
"No, it's alright. You have better things to do than keep a watch over me."
"They can wait." //as unexistant as they are// Snape said to himself as an after thought.
Lily merely shook her head. Then there was silence. A long silence that seemed to drag on for a millennia. And then; "There has to be a way." She blurted out. " A way to save him. From anything. Even the Killing curse".
"There isn't." Snape told her. Every one knew that, all you could ever hope for when you were dealing with someone like that is that you escape before they do that.
"No, there has to be," she persisted. "Who invented something that was completely and utterly unblockable?"
"An idiot. Lily, I'm sorry but there isn't any thing I or any one else can do against him." there was no need to mention the 'him' in question. "unless."
"Unless what?"
"Ancient magic. Very ancient magic. Something every body has forgotten about. Even Voldemort. But these wizards back then, they were never very clear in these things. All in Latin."
"You speak Latin." Lily reminded him, her bright green eyes lighting up. "Good Latin, you told me." Then she smiled. "I knew you would." That gained him a peck on the cheek, even though he had never agreed to do any thing.
"I don't believe I'm doing this." Snape mumbled to himself. He was at the restricted section of the library at Hogwarts. He had asked Dumbledore for permission even though as he was no longer a student he didn't really need it, but he wasn't a teacher either, so Snape found it proper to do so. His index finger was gathering dust as he was running it alone the spines of all of the books. Books for glamour spells, even though they were harmless were prohibited from Hogwarts, it was highly frowned upon trying to make your self look like some one they weren't. But that wasn't what he was looking for. It took him a long time to find the book; old worn black leather bound book with gold lettering proclaiming- in Latin- protection. He lifted it off they shelf and found himself a table at the back of the room.
There was a lock on the book though the simple first year 'Alohomora' spell would not work. So Snape had to do a far more complex charm that Lily had taught him a couple of years before hand. Then it flew open and opened at the page that Snape wanted to read. So he read, in Latin what it said.
A spell that will protect from all of evils is love. Love will conquer all and death will protect.
And that was it. It didn't take long for Snape to understand. He thought quite logically. No one knew, it rarely was needed in the wizarding world, but it was a handy gift to have especially when doing this. But. now, he wished he wasn't. Wished that he could just tell Lily that he couldn't find any thing that made sense. But he couldn't lie. He did understand this. But he wished he couldn't. There was a way that Harry could survive, even the killing curse. But.Lily would have to die.
So it was with a heavy heart that Snape knocked on the door and told her what he had found. To his surprise she was delighted. "This is brilliant. You understand don't you?"
"No!" he said. "I don't. You have to die. Voldemort doesn't want you. He wants Harry and Potter if he can get his hands on him. You're safe from him."
"I don't care about me. My life is over."
"You're twenty-one years old!"
"So, I love my son, he's the best thing I've ever done. He matters more than me." Snape soon found her arms around him. "I want you to keep an eye open for him. make sure he's happy."
"Lily, I. can't, I wouldn't know how."
"Please Severus, promise me that you will."
"I've never made a promise to any one, about any thing, I can't keep them.
"Please." Those eyes again, you had to obey what they were asking.
"Ok, I will."
"Thank you Severus, you're a great friend."
"I think that's a first."
"I named Harry after you.well sort of."
"I //know// that's a first. What?"
"Yup, Henry, after my father, then James, then Severus."
It took a while for Snape to process this information. Lily, name her son after.him? "Why?"
"I thought you'd be pleased. We're just going to call him Harry, so much easier. Well are you?"
"Yeah, I guess. I've never had some one name a kid after me before. But Lily think about it. You'll be throwing your life away."
Lily bowed her head, and her green eyes were suddenly full of tears. "Are you saying." She croaked. "That I should just let my son die?" Snape said nothing. "I couldn't live with myself. Not when I knew there was something I could have done."
Snape nodded. "I'll keep looking."
But of course there was nothing. Not one thing. Only that. That was why she was dead. Dead for no reason than to save her son. A boy of only one year old. But now fifteen. A boy that I was looking at. After Harry had come out of the maze at the end of last year, everything that I had tried so hard to build tumbled down. The walls I had built around myself were unpregnable. I disallowed my self to feel again so I never had to be in the pain that I was in when Lily died ever again. But.when I saw the Potter boy so scared and vulnerable without any warning they fell. I had cried myself to sleep that night and many after. So.now, who am I? I'm Professor Severus Snape- the dreaded potions master. My morbid thoughts were interrupted when I saw the register. Something that I had never seen before got my attention. "Potter. Why are you down as Harry on the register?"
Every one in the class- mainly Gryffindors burst out laughing. "I don't know sir." Potter replied quite sincerely, "why do you ask?"
"Maybe because it's his name!" Finnigen replied laughing still.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Indeed." I leant back in my seat. "Potter, state, your full name"
"Henry James." he stopped not to my surprise. "Evil you are." I gave him a smile that didn't seem to fit with my personality any more.
"You're mother didn't think so it seems."
I hope this works, if not I'm going to kill someone, sorry about the whole hard to read thing, I truly don't know why is does it.
TBC