Synopsis:

Voldemort never existed, and Harry grew up with a loving, caring and... homophobic family. And if it wasn't enough to grow up queer in such an environment, he had to fall in love with his professor — and his father's nemesis.

Fate really liked to fuck Harry, but luckily for him, so did Severus.

A/N: This story involves homophobia, internalized homophobia, teacher/student relationship and age difference. Severus and Harry's relationship will start when Harry is seventeen (and adult by Wizarding standards) and Severus is thirty-six, while Harry is still at school.

This story is already finished and it's composed of 10 chapters and an epilogue. Updates every Tuesday and Friday. You can also find this work on AO3.

Harry remembers pretty well the first time he saw Severus Snape.

He was ten years old. Harry's mom had decided to rekindle her old friendship with Mr. Snape because Harry was going to be his student next year, and she didn't want her son to suffer. Harry had heard her mention to her father something about "possible vengeance" and "evening scores" but he didn't know what that meant.

Harry's dad wasn't happy, and neither were his godparents.

"You better stay away from my son, Snivellus," James threatened. "I know exactly what types like you are interested in and you're not going to infect my son with your freakishness."

"James!" Harry's mom screamed. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Please, Potter. I'm queer, not a paedophile. Certainly even someone as stupid as you knows the difference."

Harry remembers tugging his godfather's sleeve. "Moony, what is queer?"

Lupin sighed, leading Harry away from the fight. "Queer is when a man wants to marry another man or a woman who wants to marry another woman."

Harry thought about that for a moment. "Is it bad?"

Moony hesitated. "It's… not normal."

Harry nodded. So it was really, really bad.

When Harry finally got to go to Hogwarts, he didn't mind the classes with Mr. Sn... err, Professor Snape. He had practised Potions with his mom and he was already pretty good at it. Professor Snape was very strict and he didn't seem to like Harry, but he wasn't unfair. Actually, he was pretty brilliant and extremely knowledgeable about Potions, and Harry found himself writing long letters to his mom about all the things he was discovering in Professor Snape's class.

His years at Hogwarts were pretty uneventful. He made friends with a boy called Ron Weasley and also with Hermione Granger right in the first year and stuck with them. It took him a while to make more friends. Harry's dad tried to introduce him to the family legacy of pranking but Harry wasn't very interested, though the Marauder's Map and Invisibility Cloak were great gifts. He spent most of the first three years playing Quidditch and studying to be a Potion Master just like his mom (and just like Professor Snape, though Harry would never admit it to his father).

Things started to change, although slowly, in the third year.

The talk in the dormitory started to move from Quidditch and homework to girls, kissing, and… sex. All the boys seemed to know a lot about these three things, but Harry couldn't understand the appeal. He would rather talk about Quidditch, but he joined the conversation anyway. He knew it was bad to be a queer and he didn't want his friends to think he was one.

During the summer after his third year, his family went to see the Quidditch World Cup. Harry was amazed by the skills of Viktor Krum, who played a seeker for Bulgaria just like Harry was a seeker for Gryffindor. He was absolutely fascinated by the man and couldn't stop talking about it, and his parents and godparents were very amused by it.

His excitement only grew with the news of a Triwizard Tournament and the fact that Viktor Krum was in their school. He wanted desperately to get an autograph but didn't want to seem rude, so he only observed him from afar.

The first time they talked was a coincidence. Harry went to the Quidditch pitch to practice a few laps, missing the sport terribly. They had interrupted the Quidditch matches that year because of the Triwizard Tournament, and although the event was exciting, Harry missed his favourite sport.

At a certain point, Krum joined him, to Harry's sheer excitement. They talked about the sport and played together until it was dark, then they returned to the locker room to change and return to the castle.

Until that moment, Harry hadn't known that the simple act of a man taking off his shirt would change his entire life. He spent years seeing his teammates doing just that and never felt anything. But something about a shirtless Krum stirred something inside of him, and he felt himself blushing, pools of heat accumulating in his lower stomach.

I'm just embarrassed, he told himself. Krum is famous, and of age, and he's a foreigner, and tall, broody, handsome…

The heat in his stomach was suddenly substituted by cold dread. He had used the word handsome to describe a man. He remembered when Moony used that word accidentally, Padfoot and his dad made fun of him until Moony retracted what he had said. They had said only fags talked about other men like that. And Harry had just…

No. He couldn't possibly be… that. It was just a mistake, he didn't really think Krum was handsome. He could retract his thought just like Moony had.

Krum is ugly. Ugh. Men are ugly. I like girls, he thought to himself. Harry looked at Krum, ready to prove to himself that he wasn't queer. He was wearing a snug t-shirt that defined all his muscles. It was muggle clothing, but he didn't seem to care. Harry could see Krum's nipples through the shirt, and when he moved the t-shirt clung to the muscles of his arm.

The heat in his stomach returned and his cock twitched.

If Krum noticed something about Harry's inner turmoil, he didn't say anything. He left with a pat on Harry's back, and that simple touch made Harry's lust flare even more.

He sat at a bench, trying to think, but he was just too hot. He needed to get off.

Harry touched himself in the locker room. It was the first time he did it while thinking about someone. He tried to avoid it, but the idea of Krum kissing him and pressing his body against Harry's kept chasing his mind.

When he came, he felt only shame. The memory of Moony telling him it wasn't normal to be queer was clear as day. It took him a long time to get up and return to the dormitory. He only noticed it was past curfew when Professor Snape showed up in front of him with disapproval in his eyes.

"Mr. Potter! What are you doing wandering the halls past curfew? Ten points from Gryffindor."

Harry shrunk in place. Of all people, he had to disappoint Professor Snape. "I'm sorry, sir. I lost track of time."

Professor Snape eyed the racing broom on his hand and analyzed his expression. "Is something the matter?"

Harry just shrugged. He didn't want to talk about it.

"Then return to your dormitory at once. If I find you again in these halls, it will be twenty points and detention."

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." Harry hurried up to Gryffindor tower, ignored his friends' concerns over his whereabouts and went to bed.

He was the worst type of freak.

He decided then that his father could never know.