Be My Sugar


Chapter One


The adolescence of Severus Tobias Snape was a trip.

Not one of those trips you see in fancy travel brochures marketed to the obscenely rich and bored individuals of the world, but one of those trips that are so bad you blank them out in conversations and pretend you were drunk and don't remember what happened.

In fact, his dear Mother, Eileen Prince would tell you she has very little clear recollection of how Severus made it (relatively intact) from point A to point Z without being properly diagnosed with all manner of psychopathic diseases you would imagine a child raised in his circumstances would grow up to manifest.

Case in point, at a certain age Severus got it into his head to become the anti-thesis of every single thing his father thought a boy raised under his roof, following his rulebook, should grow up to be.

Eileen supposed that looking back now, it was partially her fault this occurred.

As she had the teensy bad habit of indulging her 'Little Man' behind Tobias's back, and undermining her husband's authority whenever the chance for the slightest amount of leeway around his myriad of rules and household regulations occurred.

It didn't help that Severus's magic began making the oddest things happen and they had to have 'the talk' earlier than she had anticipated.

This went a little something like this at the tender age of eight years:

"Mother—I think something's wrong with me."

Eileen looked up from her chopping in the kitchen at the poleaxed expression on her son's ever developing unconventionally handsome face.

"Whatever is the matter, Severus? Did something happen?"

Severus swallowed thickly and Eileen frowned as he shuffled his feet and blushed hotly to the tips of his ears in a way that he hadn't ever since the last time his Father had put in an appearance at his primary school and embarrassed the hell out of him in front of his class by demanding he stop acting like such a smart aleck and put in more effort in the physical education class he'd been boycotting for the past month, ever since the coach had demanded he exert himself like a trained monkey and play dodgeball where the other kids would be sure to target only him, being that Severus was so much better and weird looking and acting than them, and therefore, deserved to be heckled.

But I digress.

Severus opened and closed his mouth, as if not sure about the proper order of the words he was about to let come out of his throat.

Eileen waited as patiently as she could and gave him a motherly smile.

At last, Severus said, "I think I may have accidentally robbed an expensive candy store in my sleep."

Eileen stared. Eileen blinked. Eileen spoke.

"…I beg your pardon?"

Severus sighed heavily and grabbed his Mother's hand, pulling her out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom.

He stopped at the door and glanced at his mother with extreme trepidation.

Twisting the knob and entering the room, Severus pushed the door open and braced for impact.

"Oh, sweet Merlin…"

Eileen took in the changed interior of the bedroom with understanding and a lack thereof.

Everything in the room, minus the bed, had been converted into an edible delicacy.

Sugar—thy name is Severus.

"Honey, there's something I need to tell you."

Severus's mouth was dry and his teeth were aching already, but as of yet, he hadn't touched anything.

Being that he wasn't sure it was safe to consume what had once been his bedside table or dresser, which instead of wood, was now made out of the purest dark chocolate.

He could tell it was pure from the very smell that had assaulted his senses upon waking to find his bedroom furniture had turned to edible sweets.

Eileen took her soon by the shoulders, and turned him so they were face to face. He was fairly tall for his age and came up to her breasts.

Severus stared up into her glittering eyes as she said frankly, "You are a wizard."

Severus's left eye twitched and his lips pressed together in a thin, disbelieving line.

Eileen pulled him close and wrapped her arms around him.

"I can't say anything for the nature of your magic, but it is there. And I suppose it has been dying to meet you at last. I too, am a witch."

Severus took a deep breath and counted by tens to one hundred before opening his mouth again to say, "...so I'm magic. And I have powers. And you do too. And you never said a word?"

Eileen smiled helplessly and squeezed him tighter.

"Well, your Father was adamant about you not knowing about this part of your heritage until it was an unavoidable conversation. In fact, he had hoped you would be completely muggle like him."

"Muggle?"

"It means non-magical person."

"Huh."

Eileen released Severus from her embrace, cleared her throat, and pulled out what looked to be a medium length stick from her apron pocket.

Waving it about in a fluid motion, as if conducting an orchestra, Eileen murmured, "Finite Incantem."

And just like that, there was a soft glow all about the room, and Severus watched with wide eyes as the sugar fantasy of his dreams dissolved and became regular furniture once more.

The only thing lingering behind was the scent of sweetness in the air, and a single golden box of Truffles on his writing desk.

"To congratulate you on your first bout of accidental magic." Eileen smiled as she tucked her wand back in her apron pocket and reassuringly squeezed Severus's shoulder.

From that point on, Severus had yet another talent to add to his ever-growing list of strangeness about himself.

Wow. He may have to re-evaluate and plot out his future expectations.

Factoring in the magic, he would be literally unstoppable.

After that first incident, Severus had been full of curiosity.

And he began testing the limits of his powers in earnest. It was all Eileen could do to keep Tobias from finding out before the boy reached the mandatory magical schooling age of eleven, that his abilities had already begun to show.

This led to the necessitating of private lessons in something suitably magical and intricate which would divert Severus from doing anything too outlandish on his own, and focus his attention in a more productive and (relatively) safe manner which even his Father could not fully fault.

Chemistry—or rather the art and discipline of Potions and Brewing for all manner of occasions and medicinal, as well as practical and purely entertaining purposes.

Eileen had always been a dab hand at Chemistry (the muggle form of potion-making), and its wizarding counterpart.

She had only hoped Severus would take to it and find some solace in working with his hands.

This was probably the best and most dangerous move she had ever made regarding his childhood.

But even now, Eileen could not fault what had come of it all.


Flashback Sequence


Severus was in the zone. He was working on his masterpiece.

Nothing could detract from his strength of will and determination to focus on the substance he was brewing on the kitchen stove.

His mother had expressly warned him against doing any magical potioning whilst his Father was anywhere in the household vicinity, but this right here, this was basic Chemistry at its finest with only a hint of magical seasoning to help maintain the optimum temperatures for the fragrant brew he was experimenting with.

Severus was making a brand new kind of natural sweetener, which would be ten times as potent and sure to give the rush of sugar without the impending crash and substantial threat of obesity.

He had yet to work out all the kinks in his formula, but had been using his Father as the fundamental basis for his research for about a year now.

And seeing as the man had yet to enter any kind of substantial diabetic coma from being slipped increasing amounts of said sweetener in his food and drinks, Severus figured he was on the verge of a ground breaking, monumental discovery that could change the world.

And he was only ten and six months away from his very important eleventh birthday.

Wiping at the sweat beading on his pale brow, Severus exhaled and inhaled deeply as he stirred the bubbling contents of his 5th official attempt at stabilizing the (semi-volatile) mixture.

There was a reason he'd only made five official attempts thus far, and that was the scarcity and exorbitant price range of the ingredients he required at their optimum quality freshness from the local shopping district.

Also the availability of the magical seasoning was limited due to his Mother's general distrust of having wizarding products in the house his Father was adamant about keeping fully Muggle, to the best of his knowledge and intimidation tactics.

Severus rolled his eye s and stopped stirring to taste a drop of his creation.

It simmered and melted on the tip of his tongue.

He could feel the effects of it seeping into his blood already with that super small dosage, and a mild giddiness overtook him for the briefest of moments.

This was better than crack—of that he was sure.

A fleeting thought to the addictive properties of the mix danced across his brain, only to be summarily swept away like tumbleweed in an old western film.

As long as it wasn't poisonous and didn't hurt the body, what was the harm in a little codependency?

Severus smirked to himself and finally doused the flames beneath the pot.

Now to test it out on his Father, perhaps in his morning coffee again, where the caffeine would cover for the jitters the man was sure to develop.

And with all the glee of a serious ten year old, Severus bottled the mixture and cleaned up all evidence of his being in the kitchen at 3AM whilst the house was sleeping.

He tiptoed back to his bedroom and set his alarm to wake him half an hour before his Father was set to be up and about, so he'd have ample time to dose the man with his newly concocted masterpiece.

Never forgetting to document the results of his experiments in his journal before succumbing to sleep, Severus began counting sheep until his eyes grew heavy and his breaths evened out.

Somewhere else in the house, Eileen cancelled the monitoring charm on her son and the kitchen which would tell her if he were to be in any danger of being blown up by his disobeying her orders and experimenting alone while his Father was home, and she shook her head and sighed before climbing back into the bed beside her snoring husband.

She didn't know exactly what Severus was up to, but she figured he hadn't killed anyone yet, so it was okay.

At least he was no longer magically altering the bodies of his young classmates at school who pestered and annoyed him.

Not that anyone could ever prove it was him for definite, but a mother knows.

Eileen smiled to herself and went to sleep dreaming of Diagon Alley, Witches' robes, and all the magical things of the wizarding world that she so often missed and had learned to live without.


End Flashback


Ever since that fateful night and subsequent morning, Eileen had learned what her son had been up to and their home life had changed in a few marked ways.

The first way being, Severus had officially poisoned his Father for the first time.

The second way being, once Tobias had made it to the muggle hospital and been diagnosed with an alarming amount of sugar in his blood which would ordinarily result in the immediate heart attack and subsequent death of a man with his personal malaise of not being able to consume sweets of any kind to excess or even minimum levels.

But shockingly, Tobias survived the ordeal, and baffled his doctors by going only into a short coma for the rest of that year.

This led to Severus and Eileen being on their own at home in a house unregulated by the Muggle Tyrant, and therefore, made for a relatively smooth transitioning of Severus from the muggle version of the world, into the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, 'the best magical school in the world, or so the brochures said'.

Eileen did scold her son for the incapacitation of his sire and perpetual breaking of her own house rules, but even Severus could tell she was secretly relieved to be rid of the man she'd allowed to impregnate her womb ever so long ago under many young illusions of sticking it to her pureblooded parents with such dogmatic views that Eileen could not abide their bigotry, and so, did everything in her youth to defy them.

Marrying Tobias after being knocked up and summarily disinherited was merely the icing on the proverbial crack cake.

She had been both proud of herself and completely shocked that she'd had the unmitigated gall to go along with the Muggle equivalent of her own parents' dogmatic viewpoints.

It had been the difference between the frying pan and the fire.

Although, Tobias had been rather handsome to her in a bad boy fashion at one point, and the man was well hung, so she didn't regret her decisions so immensely as all that…case in point, it had given her Severus.

But in any case, her baby had finally made it to magical schooling age and she was now standing on platform fretfully double-checking his secondhand school bags and straightening his newer clothes with a proud gleam in her eye.

"Now remember Severus, do not draw undue attention to yourself by killing your classmates. And do try and learn as much as possible from your instructors and school books. I'm sure you'll do wonderfully."

Eileen kissed his cheeks and wiped away a stray tear as Severus nodded and proceeded onto platform 9 ¾ .

This marked the beginning of his formal introduction into the magnanimous world of Witches and Wizards.

Severus smirked.

Finally, he was on his own with no parents or household regulations and Muggle red tape and police.

Well damn.

It was like being out of prison without a parole officer.

Stepping onto the train dragging his luggage along with him, Severus found an empty compartment and began devising and revising his master plans.

Hogwarts would never be the same again.


Somewhere out there, Albus Dumbledore shuddered and sneezed.

Perhaps he was coming down with something.

Better armor up before the students arrived.


To Be Continued…


A/N: -glances upwards- I am rather satisfied with the way this turned out, and I'm hoping everyone else has been enjoying our tale thus far. ^-^ No worries, we'll eventually catch up to Harry and the modern day, but I think it is important we know what made Severus into the man he will become in later chapters. As it stands, I need to build a nice foundation so that everyone understands his brand of crazy by the time we make it to the smut. So strap in and enjoy the ride! I am enjoying myself immensely.

Any and all feedback will be much appreciated. Don't be shy! I do not bite. –insert angelic smile-

But if you attack me, Severus might. So do be aware and mind your manners.


Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, the world would be in a terrible, terrible fix.