Hiya. I have here a fic I wrote for a challenge a while ago and never got
around to posting, but here it is. I have the first few chapters written
and will post them over the next day or two.
Feedback is always welcome, flames are funky too. Whatever...
Disclaimer: hmm...yeah.. I wish I owned this but, sadly I don't. If you want you can sue me, you won't get much, but you can try....yeah...
Summary: What if that one fateful Halloween evening James Potter didn't die. What if he just changed bodies. What would Harry do if he found out. And how would this affect his relationships.
Warnings: Right at this very moment none, but in a couple of chapters it'll be slash. If you don't wanna read any of that wonderful stuffs then well too bad you're already here and must read hahahahahaha...i mean uh you can go back...yep...ok...
James Potter walked the halls of Hogwarts with a frown on his face. It was only one week into the school year and already it seemed that everyone was conspiring to make his life miserable.
He had just left his 5th Year Potions Class. Not only had Malfoy done everything imaginable to push him, but also he had been too busy pushing his buttons to pay attention to his potion. It had exploded all over him.
Luckily, the potion hadn't done any permanent damage and there had been an antidote. It had, however, stained his robes a brilliant shade of orange that refused to come out with any of the cleaning spells he knew. He had to change his robes and that was exactly where he was headed when the voice he dreaded more then any other in the world came from behind him.
"Professor!" it called a James turned around to look at the boy running up to him.
"What is it?" he said with a frown.
Harry Potter shuddered visibly then spoke," I'm sorry to bother you Professor Snape, but the Headmaster wants to speak with you right away."
"You can go tell the Headmaster that I'm quite busy at the moment and I'll see him when I can." James said avoiding the boy's eyes.
"He said it was urgent."
"Fine Potter I'll be there in a minute."
James laughed to himself. How funny it was that he was able to call the person who ruined everything, his own son, by the name no one else knew him by.
He turned around and started walking to the Headmasters office, cursing the old man for making him walk around in these horrible, stained robes.
Once he reached the gargoyle that opened to the Headmasters office he paused for a moment. He was thinking about finally telling Dumbledore that he was not Snape. It would be good to get it off of his chest and he wouldn't have to go on pretending he was a slimy git anymore, though it wasn't that far from the truth as he had gotten to be quite bitter with each passing day. In the end he decided against it, he didn't feel like having some old man try to run his life.
"Pepper Imps." he said almost lazily as the gargoyle sprang open.
"Ahhh Severus I was wondering when you'd get here."
'I really hate this about him. He can't even fucking see who it is yet he knows its me. Oh wait he did ask for me to come. Oh well.'
"Potter said you wished to speak with me."
"Yes. Do sit down," he said as he motioned to a chair in front of his desk." Would you like some tea?"
"No thank you, but I wouldn't say no to a cup of coffee. Now what is it that you called me down here for."
"Here you go Severus. Would you like some cream or sugar?"
"No thank you. Now why did you call me down here?" James was beginning to get agitated. No, he was long past agitated, he was annoyed, pissed, angry even. Why wouldn't Dumbledore tell him what he wanted so he could change out of these god-awful robes?
"Yes Severus. I see that my plans to distract you aren't going to work are they?"
"They never did." he replied shortly.
'Dumbledore can be so infuriating.' James thought to himself.' He brings me here and then tries to get out of telling me why I'm here in the first place. Infuriating'
"I wanted to speak with you about..." just then the signal for class to begin sounded. James cursed Dumbledore under his breath.
"I have to go. I have a class. I'm late" and with that he headed towards the door.
"Don't think you're going to get out of this so easily. Meet me back here after dinner."
"I'll be looking forward to it." and with that he left.
On his way back to the dungeons James wondered what Dumbledore could have wanted and how far he would go to interfere with his life this time.
He walked into the classroom and surveyed the class. It was the 3rd Year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclews. This was by far his favorite class. They were quiet and it gave him loads of time to think. It just happened to come after his least favorite class so the quiet came as a relief. Today they were going to do the Shrinking Solution, a potion he had done a hundred times with various classes.
He paired up Ravenclaws with Hufflepuffs so that maybe the class could pass without incident. And that it did. The class ended almost too quickly and James had a few minutes before lunch to change out of his soiled robes.
He made his way to his room to change. It took him nearly ten minutes to pick out what to wear, but he finally settled on a plain, black robe. Then again every robe he owned was a plain black one. He had things on his mind that day and he was a bit out of it.
He started in the opposite direction he came from and walked quickly up a few staircases to the Great Hall. Once outside its doors he placed a smirk upon his lips and sighed as he walked inside.
James made his way to the High Table and sat in a chair near the end. He quickly scanned the Great Hall, his eyes landing on Harry.
'Damn.' James thought.' I just had to look at him didn't I'
Whenever James looked at Harry he always thought of his past. His past wasn't something he liked to think about. It was always too hard for him. And now here he was looking at the one thing left of it. It was that night he remembered the most. The night he lost everything. Everyone said Harry Potter was the on who lost things, but James had lost more. He had lost himself. No longer was he the same person he used to be, but an angry, bitter copy. Not even that. Since he no longer looked like himself anymore. No, he had to be some slimy git.
'Of all the people I could have gotten to be I had to be Snape.' James thought.
He could no longer concentrate on his dinner, this happened often and explained his drastic weight loss.
Instead his thoughts wandered to that dreadful night.
As soon as he started thinking about it Dumbledore called an end to the meal and James was shaken out of his daydreams.
'Damn. If you're going to be miserable and think about your awful past the least you could do is think about it all at one time. And now I get to have a nice chat with Dumbledore. Yippee.' James thought sarcastically.
James made his way out of the Great Hall and towards Dumbledores office for the second time that day. He prepared himself for the usual sermon from the old man, still wondering what it would be this time.
Feedback is always welcome, flames are funky too. Whatever...
Disclaimer: hmm...yeah.. I wish I owned this but, sadly I don't. If you want you can sue me, you won't get much, but you can try....yeah...
Summary: What if that one fateful Halloween evening James Potter didn't die. What if he just changed bodies. What would Harry do if he found out. And how would this affect his relationships.
Warnings: Right at this very moment none, but in a couple of chapters it'll be slash. If you don't wanna read any of that wonderful stuffs then well too bad you're already here and must read hahahahahaha...i mean uh you can go back...yep...ok...
James Potter walked the halls of Hogwarts with a frown on his face. It was only one week into the school year and already it seemed that everyone was conspiring to make his life miserable.
He had just left his 5th Year Potions Class. Not only had Malfoy done everything imaginable to push him, but also he had been too busy pushing his buttons to pay attention to his potion. It had exploded all over him.
Luckily, the potion hadn't done any permanent damage and there had been an antidote. It had, however, stained his robes a brilliant shade of orange that refused to come out with any of the cleaning spells he knew. He had to change his robes and that was exactly where he was headed when the voice he dreaded more then any other in the world came from behind him.
"Professor!" it called a James turned around to look at the boy running up to him.
"What is it?" he said with a frown.
Harry Potter shuddered visibly then spoke," I'm sorry to bother you Professor Snape, but the Headmaster wants to speak with you right away."
"You can go tell the Headmaster that I'm quite busy at the moment and I'll see him when I can." James said avoiding the boy's eyes.
"He said it was urgent."
"Fine Potter I'll be there in a minute."
James laughed to himself. How funny it was that he was able to call the person who ruined everything, his own son, by the name no one else knew him by.
He turned around and started walking to the Headmasters office, cursing the old man for making him walk around in these horrible, stained robes.
Once he reached the gargoyle that opened to the Headmasters office he paused for a moment. He was thinking about finally telling Dumbledore that he was not Snape. It would be good to get it off of his chest and he wouldn't have to go on pretending he was a slimy git anymore, though it wasn't that far from the truth as he had gotten to be quite bitter with each passing day. In the end he decided against it, he didn't feel like having some old man try to run his life.
"Pepper Imps." he said almost lazily as the gargoyle sprang open.
"Ahhh Severus I was wondering when you'd get here."
'I really hate this about him. He can't even fucking see who it is yet he knows its me. Oh wait he did ask for me to come. Oh well.'
"Potter said you wished to speak with me."
"Yes. Do sit down," he said as he motioned to a chair in front of his desk." Would you like some tea?"
"No thank you, but I wouldn't say no to a cup of coffee. Now what is it that you called me down here for."
"Here you go Severus. Would you like some cream or sugar?"
"No thank you. Now why did you call me down here?" James was beginning to get agitated. No, he was long past agitated, he was annoyed, pissed, angry even. Why wouldn't Dumbledore tell him what he wanted so he could change out of these god-awful robes?
"Yes Severus. I see that my plans to distract you aren't going to work are they?"
"They never did." he replied shortly.
'Dumbledore can be so infuriating.' James thought to himself.' He brings me here and then tries to get out of telling me why I'm here in the first place. Infuriating'
"I wanted to speak with you about..." just then the signal for class to begin sounded. James cursed Dumbledore under his breath.
"I have to go. I have a class. I'm late" and with that he headed towards the door.
"Don't think you're going to get out of this so easily. Meet me back here after dinner."
"I'll be looking forward to it." and with that he left.
On his way back to the dungeons James wondered what Dumbledore could have wanted and how far he would go to interfere with his life this time.
He walked into the classroom and surveyed the class. It was the 3rd Year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclews. This was by far his favorite class. They were quiet and it gave him loads of time to think. It just happened to come after his least favorite class so the quiet came as a relief. Today they were going to do the Shrinking Solution, a potion he had done a hundred times with various classes.
He paired up Ravenclaws with Hufflepuffs so that maybe the class could pass without incident. And that it did. The class ended almost too quickly and James had a few minutes before lunch to change out of his soiled robes.
He made his way to his room to change. It took him nearly ten minutes to pick out what to wear, but he finally settled on a plain, black robe. Then again every robe he owned was a plain black one. He had things on his mind that day and he was a bit out of it.
He started in the opposite direction he came from and walked quickly up a few staircases to the Great Hall. Once outside its doors he placed a smirk upon his lips and sighed as he walked inside.
James made his way to the High Table and sat in a chair near the end. He quickly scanned the Great Hall, his eyes landing on Harry.
'Damn.' James thought.' I just had to look at him didn't I'
Whenever James looked at Harry he always thought of his past. His past wasn't something he liked to think about. It was always too hard for him. And now here he was looking at the one thing left of it. It was that night he remembered the most. The night he lost everything. Everyone said Harry Potter was the on who lost things, but James had lost more. He had lost himself. No longer was he the same person he used to be, but an angry, bitter copy. Not even that. Since he no longer looked like himself anymore. No, he had to be some slimy git.
'Of all the people I could have gotten to be I had to be Snape.' James thought.
He could no longer concentrate on his dinner, this happened often and explained his drastic weight loss.
Instead his thoughts wandered to that dreadful night.
As soon as he started thinking about it Dumbledore called an end to the meal and James was shaken out of his daydreams.
'Damn. If you're going to be miserable and think about your awful past the least you could do is think about it all at one time. And now I get to have a nice chat with Dumbledore. Yippee.' James thought sarcastically.
James made his way out of the Great Hall and towards Dumbledores office for the second time that day. He prepared himself for the usual sermon from the old man, still wondering what it would be this time.