Title: Light in the Shadow
Summary: AU Harry has lived his life over shadowed by his sister, neglect forced him into himself and his mind crossed the barrier into another world. He now has access to people just like him and how will he survive when everyone sees him as a shadow to the supposed girl-who-lived?
Rating: R (For dark and unfriendly content)
Status: 7 chapters written, 7 chapters posted
Review count: 96 (7 Cool, I might hit 100 by next chappie!)
Summerkins - At least someone does, there will be some Michael x Harry bonding, just so you know, this chapter should explain a little about Snape, lol, glad you liked that bfgf bit, I thought it was funny when I wrote it, I'd prefer to live in America, it would solve my Anime access problems, for that England is hopeless. I know 3 shops that supply manga/anime stuff, JUST 3!!!
Bellatrix-Vecours - Votings over sweetie
Lady FoxFire - Lol, I may throw a lemon into this, dunno yet...
Loki40766 - Glad you like Mira and yeh, this chapter does explain some of the Harry x Snape tension.
Night-Owl123 - Lol, glad you like
Chick - Yay, I'm glad you think that they're not Mary-sues, unless you count 'perfect bitch' as a Mary-sue
Pakerin Pyros - Oh they'll find out and they'll find out very dramatically, but not for a while...
Pairings: Draco x Harry x Severus
Notes: Had a lot to do so I couldn't update, anyway, hope this chapter gives a better insight as to how important Michael is and why Snape does not like Harry.
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"I've never known Snape hate a Slytherin before," Blaise commented as he and Draco left potions for Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Well if you ask me, he's nothing but trouble," Pansy sneered as she came up beside them.
"Oh come on," Blaise laughed, "that's rich coming from you."
Pansy went red and stormed off angrily, "That was a bit harsh don't you think?" Draco asked as he watched Pansy leave, he smirked too.
"No not really," Blaise replied as he ran a hand through his hair.
Harry was the last the be ready to leave the classroom, he was at the door when Snape called, "Stevens."
Harry turned his head and spared the potion's master a glance over his shoulder, "Yes Professor?" Harry asked smirking and his eyes glittered mischievously.
"I'll be watching you," Snape snarled glaring at him.
Harry felt a smirk creep at his features, "I wouldn't have it any other way," with that he left the classroom, leaving a very flustered, very stunned Snape in his wake.
---Elizabeth---
"I can't believe he rejected me," the little girl raged storming around her dormitory again and again. Saffy and Jane watched her, not saying anything until Elizabeth rounded on them, "Well why?" she demanded.
"We don't know," Saffy said.
"Y-yeh," Jane replied, honestly, it was incredible how similar those two when you compared them to Crab and Goyle.
Elizabeth groaned and shook her head in frustration, "You two are impossible," she declared and then she stormed off down to the Gryffindor common room. Saffy and Jane blinked at her sudden departure, they both turned to look at each other both thinking the same thing, 'What did we do?'
---Michael---
The small boy with the bottle green eyes and brown hair was currently sat outside propped against a tree near the lake. He was wrapped up in a black scarf, gloves and various other material methods of keeping warm. He had a sketchbook open on his lap and a set of paints sprawled out beside him, a paintbrush in his hand. "I can see you, you know that right?" Michael gave a sidelong glance at the girl who was leant over his shoulder.
She looked at him in shock to see if anyone else was there, there was no one, "I did mean you," she looked down at him, identical eyes to his locked. "I saw you at breakfast today too; you're not part of this world are you?"
Mira shook herself, "No kid, I'm not," she sat down beside him but the grass did not bend beneath her weight. "Question I'm asking is, how can you see me?"
"I don't know," Michael replied, "But I've always been able to supernatural things," he commented smiling.
"You're a wizard, have a werewolf for a Professor and vampires living in a forest not 5 kilometers away and you're talking about the supernatural?" Mira raised an eyebrow.
Michael laughed, "You're funny, I wish you were my sister," Mira blinked and looked taken aback by this comment. Michael suddenly looked depressed, "I sometimes wonder what it might have been like to grow up with a big brother." Michael paused for a moment before turning again to Mira, "I'm sorry, here I am spilling my guts to a random stranger, I haven't even introduced myself," he held out his hand, "I'm Michael Potter."
Mira looked sadly from his hand to his face, "Kid, I can't touch you," she waved her hand through his to demonstrate.
"Oh, right," Michael said, "Well, what's your name?"
"Mira," Mira replied, Michael smiled.
"That's a nice name," he commented.
"As nice as Harry?" Mira joked but suddenly Michael looked at her in astonishment.
"Harry…that was my brother's name," Michael said slowly, Mira had to fight not to say 'I know'.
"Well, nice meeting you kid, but I have to go," Mira then got up and walked round the tree and vanished. Michael put his sketchbook down and peered round the tree and was surprised to see her gone.
---That night, Slytherin Dungeons---
Snape sat grimly in his chair as he listened to fast approaching steps, he glared at the heavy door as it swung open. Harry swung the cloak off his shoulders and threw it leisurely over a work bench; he kicked the door shut behind him and then let his twinkling eyes meet Snape's. Severus ran his eyes over the boy in front of him black denim, slightly grey at the knees and a black silk shirt, top buttons undone to show a small expanse of perfect chest. "See something you like?" Harry asked as their eyes met again.
Severus had enough control over his cheeks from going red but Harry noticed the blush that crept up over the Professors collar, "Can't say I blame you really." Harry then waltzed up the isle like Snape did every morning and with his hands on the edge of Severus' desk he leaned forward. "It wouldn't be the first time, would it Professor?" Harry drawled, angling one eyebrow skywards.
Deciding to ignore his provocative student and preferring not to remember the embarrassing incident of two years ago Snape glared at Harry. "I would suggest Mr. Stevens, that you press on with your anointed task lest you want to spend the night in the dungeons," Snape sneered.
"Only if I was with you," Snape glared harder and pointed at his ingredients cupboard.
"It's well due for a cleaning and a sorting, oh and I'll be taking your wand," Snape held out his hand, Harry reached for his fly and Snape jolted. "What the hell do you think you're doing Stevens?" he demanded looking from Harry's hand to his smirking face.
"Getting my wand Professor," Harry replied coolly, Snape watched as Harry undid his fly giving the other man a glimpse of black boxers and he pulled out his wand from a sheath sown into the inside of his jeans. He handed it over to Severus who seemed to handle it almost gingerly.
"Well, get on with it," Severus ordered as he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, he brought hands up to rub his temples exasperatedly. He jumped when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, kneading them through his robes, already he could feel the muscles slackening. He sank back into his chair and opened his eyes looking above him to see Harry looking down at him. "I thought I told you to sort and clean the shelves?"
Harry indicated with his head and Severus twisted to look to see the bottles arranging themselves on dust clear shelves, "Wandless magic," Severus said out loud.
"Does it surprise you?" Harry asked still massaging Severus' shoulders slowly.
"Not really Stevens," Severus replied.
"Rafael," Harry said suddenly, winding his arms around Severus' neck.
"What?" Severus' eyes widened as he reached up a hand to feel one of the strong arm wrapped around his neck.
"I said," Harry whispered into Severus' ear, the potions master shuddered, "call me Rafael."
"You're my student," Severus protested, he could almost feel the boy's warmth through he chair and he felt himself wanting more and more to sink into that warmth. He hadn't felt this kind of warm in a long time and it unnerved him how one simple boy could have such a powerful effect.
"I haven't always been," Harry reasoned and Severus grunted, "Tell me, if a man sets sail on a ship and a part goes rotten, he replaces it with a new piece of wood and when another piece goes rotten he does the same thing. If by the time he has reached his destination he has replaced the whole of the ship, is it still his ship?"
"What are you trying to say?" Severus asked; he hadn't heard that one before.
"If I wasn't your student once and you kissed me then, why won't you kiss me now?" Harry asked, his eyes slipped closed as he rested his head on Severus shoulder.
"You were fourteen, it was a mistake and one which I don't plan to repeat," he heard Harry groan and suddenly felt a wave of guilt fall over him. He ignored it and instead tugged at the arms around his neck but they wouldn't move.
"But why not?" Harry asked, his breath hot against the other's ear, Severus shuddered. "I saw the way you looked at me when I came in," Harry stood up and walked around to stand in front of Severus. He hoisted himself backwards onto the desk, thrusting his hips out consequentially; he leaned forward to look his Professor in the eye. "And think about it, you weren't complaining before."
Severus coughed, "As I said, it was a mistake, I am near on 30 years your senior, you are my student, you've only just reached the age of consent, it's wrong on so many levels," Severus protested fighting the powerful waves that were flowing off the boy in front of him.
Severus closed and opened his eyes and what he saw startled him, rattled him, scared him, black hair, green eyes and what he could have sworn a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. The image faded as quickly as it had come when Harry slid off of the desk, is head hung low and his hair dipping in front of his eyes, his brown hair dipping in front of his blue eyes.
"Can I go Professor?" he asked, his voice now cold and numb.
Severus sighed, "Yes Stevens, you can go." Harry gave him a withering look as he left, grabbing his cloak and throwing it around his shoulders, he wrenched the door open and strode out.
Now that the boy had left Severus felt strangely empty, stunned by the shear hurt in the look the boy had given him. The warmth was gone and the invisible ties that had seemed to pull him into the other boy's presence were gone. Severus shook his head and proceeded to go to bed, although if he didn't calm his mind soon he might not be able to go to sleep at all.
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Well ta da, hope you like the SevixHarry moment tralala this will be fun to write now! :-)
