Chapter 1:The Crime Prince Of Slytherin
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{"I've been mistreated, I've been abused...I've been trespassed and invaded And I am not amused...I've been insulted, disrespected I've been mistreated...I've been insulted, disrespected I've been mistreated...I've been insulted, disrespected I've been mistreated..."} Mistreated, Alan Cumming/Deep Purple
When last Severus Snape saw his largely irritating but normal world, he had been sitting at his desk in 7th year potions. Hermione Granger had been in her usual seat towards the front of the classroom. She had taken care not to be as annoying in her insufferable know it all tendencies as the other students filed in. It had been a typical Slytherin-Gryffindor class with each of the rival houses trying to out do each other. Snape expected nothing less from the two infamous houses of Hogwarts and naturally with Slytherin being his own he expected them to not only out do Gryffindor but to do it with finesse. It had all been going so well until Potter had gotten cocky and nearly killed Granger in his reckless attempt to out do Slytherin. Snape had barely any time to leap from behind his desk and race over toward the unsuspecting bushy haired witch.
Now here he stood un-amused as Potter in whatever strange turn of events stood before him clad in a bathrobe and thin striped black boxer shorts. The boy's usual messy brown hair had been raven in color and his normally pale complexion had become something similar to that of the Potions Professor's . He had not appeared to need glasses but his eyes remained their same haunting emerald from the moment of his birth. Potter's chest had been scared rather significantly from what Snape could tell through the lack of cover from his ebony bathrobe. His feet had been bare as he stood in the center of the strangely luxurious room over an insanely large fish pound covered by tension proof glass.
"Welcome." said Potter again making his way over toward a bar not far from where he stood. "Would you like a drink?"
Snape narrowed his eyes at the boy. Arrogant prat had the audacity to offer him a drink after everything that has happened due to his stupidity.
"Suite yourself." said Potter with a wicked grin that gave even Snape pause. "But between us you look rather parched."
He proceeded to full his very decorative glass, which Snape noted to be elven crystal, with firewhiskey. Potter made his way back to the center of the room. He seemed to be studying Snape for much of the time, sizing him up. An amusing thought if ever there was one.
The Potions Professor could not get over what he was witnessing. Harry James Potter, the hero of the wizarding world was the boss of a seedy strip club where he employed his closest friends as a bartender and a stripper. This was all so surreal. But it was time to put an end to the little arrogant prat's game.
"Potter." began Snape annoyed beyond any level he thought possible in the past.
"Potter?" said the green eyed wizard as if he had been highly insulted. "As if."
Snape narrowed his obsidian eyes at the younger wizard. This game of his was far from amusing. though he felt himself become slightly impressed at Harry Potter of all people renouncing his own prat father's name.
"What is the meaning of all this?" asked the irate Potions Master looking around. "And why are you going about using my name?"
The emerald eyes of Harry Potter seemed to radiate fury of their own as he glared back at Snape. He walked up to him and the older wizard could feel his magic swirling rather dangerously in the air.
"You've got some nerve barking at me...old man." said the now irate younger wizard. "HOW DARE YOU IMPERSONATE MY FATHER!"
Snape couldn't believe what he was hearing. Harry Potter must have been hit with that blast he created and it did something to the already dense cavity in his head where his brains were suppose to have developed. Snape had been saying for years that the boy lacked intelligence but now he was certain he had proof this day. If only Albus could be here to witness this. Then we'd see how clever Potter would be in his eyes.
"I am not nor have I ever been your father."said Snape evenly. "You and I both know your mother married that dunderhead James Potter and just to make my life more of a living hell they had you."
Harry scoffed at that.
"You are really something." he said laughing despite the situation being far from a joke. "Dumbledore really out did himself with this one but he's got the story all wrong it seems."
Snape arched an eyebrow at the cocky young wizard.
Harry made his way over to the large black sofa on the lower level of the office just above the fish tank flooring. He grabbed the small black remote from the cushion and pressed a button. Snape had been treated to extremely loud rock music blaring over the loud speakers that he had failed to notice when he first arrived.
Potter had been more into the music than he had been to anything Snape had to say.
'"I beg your pardon." he said annoyed at Potter's gall.
The green eyed wizard seemed to let the music do the talking for him as it continued in the background. Snape had recognized the song and still remained unimpressed.
{I've been insulted...disrespected...I've been mistreated!...I've been insulted...disrespected...I've been mistreated!}
As soon as he made his point with the song Potter turned it down some but allowed it to continue to play.
"My mother never dated that pompous arse James Potter, Charms Professor he maybe but his so called "charm" never worked on my mother." said a very annoyed Harry. "My father's name was Severus Snape...he was the greatest hero the wizarding world had ever seen until that sick twisted son of a bitch Dumbledore had him and my mother murdered when I was a baby."
Snape couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was a well known fact that James and Lily had wed and that Potter was their child. Both James and Lily had been the ones murdered but by Voldemort not Dumbledore.
Apparently, through some sick twist of fate James Potter had been alive and according to Harry. This James Potter had become Charms Professor of Hogwarts. Another surprise considering James had only been good a one thing aside from being a general prat, and stealing Lily away that is, and it was Quidditch.
"I don't believe you." said Snape skeptical of all the wild tales Potter had been spinning. There was no way any of this was happening.
"It doesn't matter." replied Harry bitterly. "Just like his last few attempts, Dumbledore has failed to break me."
The green eyed wizard drew his wand.
Snape had no wand of his own to draw and simply stood there not at all concerned about Potter's apparent intent to kill him, Although it had been surprising given how attached the little prat had gotten since the war's conclusion. There was also the complete lack of Gryffindor bravado in him. Another surprise if Severus was honest with himself. He aimed his wand with speed and precision known only to Snape himself and a true Slytherin if they were worth their salt in a duel.
"It was a nice thought to have actually met my father." said Harry almost bitterly. "Of all the others you should know, that you are the closest thing to the real Severus Snape that I've seen in a long while."
He finished off his drink and then threw his empty glass into a nearby wall shattering it indefinitely.
"SECTUMSEMPRA!" shouted Harry Snape enraged.
Much to Harry's astonishment, the spell had been deflected. He tried again. Snape deflected it. Enraged beyond control Harry started flinging spell after spell at the impostor in the hopes of destroying him. Snape easily deflected every attempt and knocked the angry young wizard onto the floor.
Harry struggled as he looked up into Snape's cold obsidian eyes.
"If you're going to kill me do it already!" demanded the out matched wizard. "But mark my words Dumbledore will never get away with what he did to my family."
Snape stared into the boy's sorrowful green eyes.
"Quiet boy." growled Snape still annoyed at Harry's gall. "Legilimens."
Within seconds he found himself sifting through this rugged Harry's memories. He saw himself with Lily Potter in various photographs and through the eyes of a one year old Harry. It appeared that he and Lily had been married and were very much in love from what the boy could tell. This puzzled Snape as he sifted through the rest of the memories. It seemed a one year old Harry was witness to his apparent murder at the hands of Albus Dumbledore of all people. The memories got from Harry's time at Hogwarts where he was sorted into Slytherin house, the house of his father and up to the second great wizarding war. Dumbledore had been a kind of dark lord from what Harry's memories told him.
Not wishing to see any more, Snape pulled out of this obviously disturbed version of Harry Potter's mind.
He had been amazed when the boy stopped struggling and simply looked at him. It had taken him only a few seconds to discover that the sneaky little wizard had been in his mind as well sifting for the most part undetected through his mind as he pulled out of the memories.
"F-Father?" said a visibly stunned Harry. "I-It's really you?"
Snape had been unnerved about being referred to as father, especially by the boy who resembled Harry Potter. Although Potter he was not, it seemed this was something he was going to have to get use to.
"I don't understand any of this." he said releasing the young green eyed wizard. "This isn't how it was suppose to be."
Harry simply shrugged not understanding one bit what The dark wizard meant by any of that.
"Who the hell cares." he said with a grateful smile plastered across his face. "Y-You've returned and that is all that matters."
The door burst open and a handful of armed brutes came flooding into the room. They pointed their wands at Snape ready to curse him indefinitely when Harry suddenly turned on them.
"Get your fucking wands off my father!" said the irate younger wizard.
"But sir we heard commotion and..." one brute tried to explain.
Harry immediately whirled on him firing hex after hex until he sent the unfortunate brute flying across the room.
"Like I said." the green eyed wizard repeated. "GET THE FUCKING WANDS OFF MY FATHER!"
Snape had not known what to make of this or anything that had been happening. Either he had been knocked out cold and in some sort of nightmare or Potter's blasted potion sent him into a parallel universe. Given what he had seen so far, the latter was highly possible.
"I think I need a drink." said the dour wizard sitting down on the black sofa.
Harry smirked.
"Whatever you say Dad." he replied with a wicked smile. "GINERVA GET MY FATHER A FIRE WHISKEY!"
Almost immediately, Snape had been treated to the sight of Ginny Weasley came scurrying half naked from a back room with a tray of firewhiskey and a clean elven crystal glass filled with large square ice cubes. She looked to be about a good deal worse for wear with her lengthy red hair flying all over the place. Her brown eyes a reflection of sorrow but not as dead as Granger's had been when he looked upon her in the front room.
Snape took the drink as she poured it careful not to spill it despite her apparent trembling.
Harry sat down next to Snape though a good distance from the utterly confused Potions Professor. He had not personally been interested in what happened that brought his father back from the dead but he had been more than glad that it happened.
"Welcome home dad." said Harry still with that smile.
He had gotten a drink of his own and turned his attention to his father.
"You know my Hogwarts years a very different from your Potter's." he said spitting the name in disgust.
Snape let a ghost of a smile file across his pale face. Harry noticed it and seemed pleased.
"And the differences are?" asked Snape with an arched eyebrow.
Harry took a sip from his glass and waved Ginny away.
"Well for one thing, you're my father." said The green eyed wizard.
"I think we've covered that." replied Snape.
"I was sorted into Slytherin house." said Harry meeting Snape's eyes.
Snape had been slightly more impressed as he listened to the boy's wild tales. Further confirming his suspicion that he had indeed been sucked into a parallel universe.
"Go on." he said giving the boy his full attention.
"I was brought up by the Malfoys." said Harry. "Uncle Lucius in particular."
"Uncle Lucius?" said Snape with a full on smile now.
"He knew you'd get a kick out of that for some reason." said Harry returning his smile.
"Indeed." replied Snape. "You and Draco are close I take it?"
Harry took a sip of his firewhiskey.
"Cousin Draco and I are close yes." he replied looking down at the floor.
Snape arched an eyebrow at this noting the sadness behind Harry's eyes.
"Something's happened to Draco?" he asked.
"H-He tried to save me." said Harry growing visibly saddened. "Dumbledore had been much too strong and we didn't have the numbers..."
"Is Draco alive?" asked Snape visibly concerned for a fraction of a second.
"Yes." replied Harry looking into his father's eyes. "Only Dumbledore's imprisoned him in the Hogwarts dungeon."
"And what of Lucius?" asked Snape.
"H-He died years ago." replied Harry sadly. "One more life taken by that sadistic arsehole Dumbledore."
Snape bristled at the thought of Albus being capable of such cruelty. The older wizard had been like a father to him for years, albeit he had been a manipulative old wizard but truly capable of surpassing even the dark lord for his cruelty? That was almost completely unnerving.
"Just last year he murdered every one of the Weasleys aside from Ron and Ginny here." said Harry taking another sip from his glass. "They came to me after their family had been killed...I don't trust Gryffindors but I made an acceptation for those two given what they had endured at Dumbledore's hands."
"So you and Ginny are involved and the Weasley boy makes the drinks." said Snape observant.
Harry sighed.
"There isn't much of a life here that people don't have to scrounge for." said Harry. "I had a sizable amount of money due to you being a Potions Master and the patents keep me at the top of the food chain...but the others...they aren't so lucky."
"So they work for you?" said Snape understanding why all of this seemed to come about for his former students.
Harry nodded.
"Granger was another special case." he said with a bit of sadness in his tone. "She won't talk about all that Dumbledore had done to her but we suspect he use to rape her on a nightly basis...in exchange for not killing her muggle parents...of course he grew tired of the witch and killed them any way...it's how he operates."
Snape couldn't believe what he was hearing. Surely Albus would never have...well not the Albus he knew anyway.
"This world of yours seems..." started Snape not knowing what words to use.
"Like a living hell?" supplied Harry with a smile. "That it is father...but you know that better than anyone...how could you not after what that bastard did to you and Mother."
Snape studied Harry for a moment.
In his timeline, Harry Potter had the unfortunate vantage point to witness to his mother's end at the hands of The Dark Lord. He did not doubt that there had been tremendous emotional scaring for this young wizard as well.
Harry seemed at ease for the moment before a call came in from the loud speaker.
"Boss we got Charlie here." it said.
The green eyed wizard sighed and got to his feet.
"Sorry dad." he said with a smile. "Duty calls...why don't you go and make yourself at home...get one of the girls to give you a dance...have a few drinks...it's all on the house."
Snape didn't really relish the idea of spending time with any of the dancers, particularly since they had all been students of his in his own time. He did however want to see how this establishment worked. It had piqued his curiosity when he first entered this strange place. Snape stepped out of the office and the body guards allowed him passage. They seemed to look at him with a good deal more respect than when he first entered.
The first dancer to catch his attention, even with all the pulsing music and flickering lights had been Hermione Granger. He had been rather curious as to her plight in this strange world.