This is Potter stuck in Snape's body's POV.
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He didn't let me sleep at all that night. He kept me up, dosing me with potion after potion to keep me awake and heighten my senses to the degree that Harry Snape's were. When I was given a moment to think about things, I realized how everything in this was the same. That is, everything that was different stemmed from just one difference. And that was the fact that here I was Snape's son. Amazing really. How one thing can change the course of events. At least there's no Voldemort to worry about here. He killed him. Last year. But he has the Dark Mark. I wear the Dark Mark. It still hasn't been explained fully to me yet. I don't completely understand, but I don't think that either Snape is evil.
All too soon, it was time to go to breakfast. I wanted to go up to the Great Hall, but Snape said I wasn't ready yet. He ordered food from the house-elves. He further instructed me while we ate. After we finished, he escorted me to my first class, Potions with the Hufflepuffs. Of course his son did well enough to make it into the NEWT Potions class. I only got an A on my OWL. Not nearly good enough to get into the class. Blaise was in it though, and I was paired with her for the potion that day. It was really hard, and when she learned that my potion making skills were at best 'Acceptable', she wouldn't let me near the cauldron. I just got to chop and measure. Malfoy and his cronies fell into step with Blaise and I as we headed to Transfiguration.
"Where were you at breakfast, Snape?" He sounded almost, well, nice.
"Go fuck yourself, ferret," I replied. I really don't like him. Apparently, that comment was off enough to shock him into freezing while Blaise and I carried on alone. She had this look of shock on her face.
"What the hell was that?" She asked.
"What was what?"
"Granted, we're not close friends of the Malfoys, but there's no need to be rude. He never did anything to us. And what was the ferret thing?" I ignored everything but her question.
"In fourth year we had a duel in the hallway. He tried to hit me after I started to walk away and our Defense teacher that year, Crouch Jr. disguised as Mad-Eye Moody, turned him into a ferret and bounced him around the hallway. It was quite entertaining." She was still laughing as we entered McGonagall's classroom.
She led me to seats between the Slytherin and Ravenclaw section and we sat in the middle. We're a sort of bridge between all the houses. Respected and admired by Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs and something or othered by the Gryffindors. With them, it's mostly the fact that we're friends with the resident genius and Quidditch Keeper. And being the Boy-Who-Lived has something to do with it, I suppose. Lunch was interesting. Blaise and I were joined by Hermione and Ron at one end of the Slytherin table. We alternate meals. Switching tables every day. Today we were Slyths, tomorrow we're Gryffs. That's Blaise's saying, not mine.
After lunch was Care of Magical Creatures with the Gryffindors. Then Ron had Divination, Blaise had Muggle Studies (she was the only Slytherin taking that class) and Hermione and I had a free period. She rushed me downstairs to my room next to Snape's (he was teaching) and continued to educate me about being a Snape. This time on the social aspects instead of the mental ones. Blaise had been my best friend forever. Hermione wouldn't tell me why, saying Blaise needed to be the one, but Snape adopted her after Christmas of our second year. We were about as close as two people could be. Then she dropped a ringer. I am engaged! To Hermione! I am going to marry her! She almost seemed to sense my questions.
"Don't worry about the fact that you haven't been acting like my fiancé. Not many people know we're even going out. We've never been given to public displays. Moving on," She really didn't seem to want to talk about her relationship with Snape. I wonder why? Could she miss him? Her next phrase got his attention. "Something you should know about Blaise, she's the resident slut of Hogwarts."
"What!" I was astonished. "You mean to tell me that she is a is a," I couldn't finish that sentence.
"Harry is probably the only guy above fourth year that hasn't slept with her."
"Even Ron?" She laughed loudly at that.
"Harry bet Blaise she couldn't stay with the same guy for a week. She agreed and even took it as far as two weeks. He thought she really liked him. He's gonna get a shock when he gets back."
"But she seems so nice," I insisted.
"She is nice. Harry, you have to understand that just because she does things you're not used to your friends doing, it doesn't mean that she's not a good person. She's just a little confused, that's all. Blaise told me earlier you had a run-in with Malfoy," she was obviously trying to change the subject. "Just for future reference, you should never use the word 'fuck' in relation to Malfoy. It's something he would very much like to do to you." She let me have a moment to digest that particularly unpleasant thought. For unpleasant it is to me. "Ron is at the moment unattached. Oh, and for the longest time you thought you preferred the same sex and some people still think you do so don't be shocked if you get any, odd, offers."
"Damn it this is weird!" I finally exploded, not being able to hold it in any longer. My emotions were running rampant. "I can't take this. I cannot do this! It's too different, it's too new!"
"It's too hard?" Hermione asked, narrowing her eyes. I nodded, tears in my eyes. She stood up angrily.
"Well, fine then. Run away from your problems. The Harry I knew never would run away from something like this. And he's not even a Gryffindor." Snape found me in the same place she left me an hour later. He didn't say anything, just sat down next to me.
"She's right, I'm being stupid. It's not Harry's fault I'm stuck here. I shouldn't screw up his life because I want to go home."
"You want to be here about as much as we want you here." I looked up at him.
"You're not such a bastard, you know that?" He burst out laughing. Funny how I didn't think of it then, but I had never seen Snape laugh before. He looked much younger, and almost handsome.
"I'll take that as a compliment, young Potter." We fell into silence.
"How am I going to get back?" I finally asked. He stared at me for what seemed a long time before he answered.
"I honestly don't know. I have no idea where to even begin, but I'm sure my son does. He will find the answer, I know he will."
"He's smarter than you?" I burst out before I could shut my traitorous mouth. To my surprise, Snape wasn't even remotely angry.
"Much more so. He has Lily's common sense and talent for charms, as well as my logic and talent for potion making. He is also rather gifted in the areas of Transfiguration and the Dark Arts."
"I'm good at Defense Against the Dark Arts," I offered.
"That's it?"
"I'm okay at Charms, but I'm really no match for Hermione. But I'm really good at Defense. I've dueled Voldemort three times and have escaped unscathed all three."
"Have you ever practiced the Dark Arts, Potter?" His question took me by surprise.
"Not really. I've used the, the Cruciatus. Only twice though. Once on Bella Lestrange after she killed Sirius and once on Pettigrew. They got away before I had the chance to kill them, though."
"Sirius is dead in your world?" He asked in a whisper. I nodded, caught up in my grief. The reality of his statement hit me.
"You mean he's not dead here?" He shook his head 'no'. "I can see him?"
"I suppose. I don't really know where he is right now, but I'll send an owl asking him to come and maybe he'll be here before you leave."
"Are you and he, do you, actually get along?"
"Yes. Sirius and I are the only ones left who remember Lily. Every Halloween we get together and get stupendously drunk and reminisce on how things were and how they should've been."
"What about Remus?" I asked.
"No one knows where he is. He disappeared shortly after my son killed the Dark Lord. Harry was the last person to see him and he won't tell us anything." A pause, then, "What about in your world?"
"He's alive and kicking. He's been the longest-lasting Defense teacher we've had. Two years. He kept me alive after Sirius' death. There were times when I just wanted to give up, I lost sight of what I was fighting for and why I was fighting, why it should matter to me. Remus was always there for me. I owe him my life."
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