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A/N: Hello everybody! This is my first serious fan fic. My other one (Tea with Lord Voldemort) was really just a nonsense fic. Please be kind with your reviews, but I don't mind flames, because I'll just ignore them. BUT if the flames are helpful to my work, and me then by all means flame away.
Long Summery: Harry Potter is just about to start his third year at Hogwarts, but a mysterious woman gives him an amulet that takes him to a different reality. A reality where Severus Snape adopted Harry Potter when Harry was four. The two Harrys switch realities and lives. They have to find a way to get back home or they'll be stuck with the others lives forever.
Chapter one
The Mission
By Rogue Enchantress
Severus Snape, potion master extraordinaire to some and "slimey, greasy git" to most everyone else, was currently in his private lab packing all of his extra potion ingredients away for the summer. Snape had just finished putting away the last ingredient (powdered dragon's teeth) when the chiming of a bell sounded throughout the room, announcing a fire call was about to come through. 'Oh, I hope it's not who I think it is,' thought Snape. "Severus?" called the voice of Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 'Damn,' thought Snape, 'I just know he's going to make me do something I'll either regret or don't want to do. I just know it.' "Yes Albus, what is it?" asked Snape. "Severus, would you please join me in my office, I need to speak with you before you leave for the summer."
For one fleeting moment, Snape thought of saying no and then running out of Hogwarts like a bat out of hell. But, no, he owed the old man a lot and he respected him. Besides, as much as he loathed to admit it, he was kind of fond of the eccentric old wizard who had the most peculiar obsession for socks. "Of course Albus, I'll be there in a minute," replied the potions master. Snape swooped out of his lab, his robes billowing out behind him (doing one hell of an impression of an overgrown bat I might add). When Snape reached the stone gargoyle that guarded the headmaster's office, he said the password (Fizzing Whizbees) and knocked at the large wooden door, that was just up the revolving staircase. "Come in," the voice of the headmaster called. Snape opened the door and went inside. He sat on one of the comfortable blue leather chairs in front of the headmaster's desk.
"Would you care for a lemon drop, Severus?" Inquired the headmaster.
"No thank you Albus. Now what did you want to talk with me about?"
"Ahh, well Severus, I was hoping that you would do me a favor. I have been getting calls from Arabella Figg, who as you know is acting as a sort of guardian to young Mr. Potter. She has been wanting me to check on little Harry for quite some time, but I never seem to have the time. She doesn't believe that the boy's family is treating him right. Now I'm leaving for the conference I have with the Australian minister at five this afternoon, and I won't be back for another week or so. I was wondering if you would please check on Harry for me. If necessary, I want you to bring him back to Hogwarts."
Snape stared incredulously at Dumbledore. He wanted him, Severus Snape, to go a check on JAMES POTTER'S son. The man was abso-bleeding-lutely insane. "I'm sure the little brat is just fine at his family's house Albus," said Snape, "I'll bet my cauldron the little brat is being spoiled and is just fine with his family," Snape muttered darkly to himself and then said in a louder voice," I always thought Arabella was a little off. She's probably just trying to make trouble."
Dumbledore sighed. "Please, Severus, I know there were harsh feelings between you and James in the past, but that is just what it is, Severus, the past. Little Harry is not James, Severus. I hope that mine and Arabella's suspicions are wrong, but if not, I would feel better if Harry was at Hogwarts when I returned."
"Why can't you get someone else to go check on the boy, Albus?" asked Snape, "I'm sure you could find someone else. What about Minerva or Hagrid or any other of the teachers?"
"Minerva has already left to visit her family in France, and Hagrid is in the Northern Alps on business for me. All of the other teachers have left for the summer holidays, Severus, and you are the only other person left that I trust."
That did it. Snape always felt oddly happy whenever Albus said that he trusted him. He knew he didn't deserve the trust or friendship of a great wizard like Albus Dumbledore, but he loved the old man like a father and would do whatever the wacky old wizard asked.
"All right Albus. I'll go check on the boy," agreed Snape reluctantly.
"Thank you Severus. Harry lives at number four Privet drive in Little Winging, Surrey. I trust that you can find the place?" asked the headmaster. With a sharp nod, Snape left the office and headed towards the entrance hall and past the apparation wards. Once in Hogsmeade, Snape apparated to Privet drive.
Snape stared distastefully at number four privet drive. It was far too, what's the word, ah yes, NORMAL. It had neatly trimmed bushes and neatly trimmed grass. Petunias were the dominant flower in the flowerbeds, and the house had a large and very expensive looking car in the driveway. Snape walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Heavy footsteps could be heard coming towards the door. The door swung open to reveal the largest man Snape ever had the displeasure of seeing.
"Yes, what do you want?" asked the large man with a glare.
Meanwhile, Snape showed this man what a REAL glare was by demonstrating. The obese man's glare dropped into a frown and then into a look of terror when he had noticed Snape's clothing.
"Y-You're one of them!" the man practically yelled, "Get out you freak! We don't want your kind in our house!"
Snape's glare turned into a more deadly glare, which would have the majority of the student population at Hogwarts, either running away screaming or jumping out of the nearest window.
"Where is Potter?" Snape said coldly," I have come to check on him."
Snape was inwardly fascinated at the color's this man's face was displaying. First it was red and slowly turned burgundy and then a deep purple. But when Snape spoke, it turned ghostly pale and then it developed a sickly green tint. Curious as Snape was about the many colors this man's face could display, he was getting rather impatient.
" I-I d-don't know who you're t-t-talking about," stuttered the man, " There's no P-Potter here so get out!"
Snape had just about enough of this man. So he did what any normal wizard would do when they have a large, stuttering muggle blocking their way.
"Stupify," hissed Snape. The man fell with a large thump and Snape casually stepped over him. Nobody else seemed to be home, or they would have come running to see what all the noise was. Snape surveyed the VERY clean living room. A little too unnaturally clean for his tastes. Many pictures adorned the walls, all of which were of a rather large, piggish boy with blond hair. The ugliest by far was the one over the fireplace, which showed the little pig with ice cream all over his face and clothes. That was definitely not Potter, decided Snape. In fact, there seemed to be no indication that there was actually a fourth person living in the house at all. Snape started to get a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach, and he couldn't quite identify it. He climbed up the stairs and looked in the first door the hallway had to offer. And behind door number one. . . .is the loo. The next door must be the parent's bedroom, decided Snape. It had the most disturbingly expensive china and vases placed the most disturbing of places. 'Who would put good china on their bedside table?' Behind the next door was a toyshop. No that's not right, it was a bedroom, but toys literally covered every nook and cranny of the room. Snape had a hard time trying to tell what the color of the carpet was. 'This is just disgusting,' thought Snape,' How much can you possibly spoil the child?' But something told him that this wasn't Potter's room. He went to the last door down the hall and opened it to reveal . . . . . more toys. 'Where on earth does the Potter boy sleep?' Snape took out his wand and whispered a spell.
"Locatus Harry Potter"
His wand's tip started to shine a small golden light and then a slip of parchment appeared just above his wand. It read:
Harry Potter
Little Winging, Surrey
4 Privet Drive
The cupboard under the stairs
Snape stared incredulously at the slip of paper. 'The CUPBOARD under the STAIRS!' Snape hurried down the staircase and made his way towards the cupboard. With a sinking feeling, he noticed the heavy bolt lock on the cupboard. He whipped out his wand and said the unlocking spell.
"Alohamora"
The locked cupboard opened with a click and the cupboard door slowly swung open to reveal . . . .
A/N: HA HA HA, I'm evil! I totally left a cliffie! Oh boy! Don't worry people I'll update soon! But for now please review and TELL me you want me to update. I think I'm going to have two chapters in this reality and then two chapters in the cannon reality so don't worry. Anyway Please oh Please review! Oh yeah before I forget, I don't really know any Latin so I'm just making up spells as I go.
A/N: Hello everybody! This is my first serious fan fic. My other one (Tea with Lord Voldemort) was really just a nonsense fic. Please be kind with your reviews, but I don't mind flames, because I'll just ignore them. BUT if the flames are helpful to my work, and me then by all means flame away.
Long Summery: Harry Potter is just about to start his third year at Hogwarts, but a mysterious woman gives him an amulet that takes him to a different reality. A reality where Severus Snape adopted Harry Potter when Harry was four. The two Harrys switch realities and lives. They have to find a way to get back home or they'll be stuck with the others lives forever.
Chapter one
The Mission
By Rogue Enchantress
Severus Snape, potion master extraordinaire to some and "slimey, greasy git" to most everyone else, was currently in his private lab packing all of his extra potion ingredients away for the summer. Snape had just finished putting away the last ingredient (powdered dragon's teeth) when the chiming of a bell sounded throughout the room, announcing a fire call was about to come through. 'Oh, I hope it's not who I think it is,' thought Snape. "Severus?" called the voice of Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 'Damn,' thought Snape, 'I just know he's going to make me do something I'll either regret or don't want to do. I just know it.' "Yes Albus, what is it?" asked Snape. "Severus, would you please join me in my office, I need to speak with you before you leave for the summer."
For one fleeting moment, Snape thought of saying no and then running out of Hogwarts like a bat out of hell. But, no, he owed the old man a lot and he respected him. Besides, as much as he loathed to admit it, he was kind of fond of the eccentric old wizard who had the most peculiar obsession for socks. "Of course Albus, I'll be there in a minute," replied the potions master. Snape swooped out of his lab, his robes billowing out behind him (doing one hell of an impression of an overgrown bat I might add). When Snape reached the stone gargoyle that guarded the headmaster's office, he said the password (Fizzing Whizbees) and knocked at the large wooden door, that was just up the revolving staircase. "Come in," the voice of the headmaster called. Snape opened the door and went inside. He sat on one of the comfortable blue leather chairs in front of the headmaster's desk.
"Would you care for a lemon drop, Severus?" Inquired the headmaster.
"No thank you Albus. Now what did you want to talk with me about?"
"Ahh, well Severus, I was hoping that you would do me a favor. I have been getting calls from Arabella Figg, who as you know is acting as a sort of guardian to young Mr. Potter. She has been wanting me to check on little Harry for quite some time, but I never seem to have the time. She doesn't believe that the boy's family is treating him right. Now I'm leaving for the conference I have with the Australian minister at five this afternoon, and I won't be back for another week or so. I was wondering if you would please check on Harry for me. If necessary, I want you to bring him back to Hogwarts."
Snape stared incredulously at Dumbledore. He wanted him, Severus Snape, to go a check on JAMES POTTER'S son. The man was abso-bleeding-lutely insane. "I'm sure the little brat is just fine at his family's house Albus," said Snape, "I'll bet my cauldron the little brat is being spoiled and is just fine with his family," Snape muttered darkly to himself and then said in a louder voice," I always thought Arabella was a little off. She's probably just trying to make trouble."
Dumbledore sighed. "Please, Severus, I know there were harsh feelings between you and James in the past, but that is just what it is, Severus, the past. Little Harry is not James, Severus. I hope that mine and Arabella's suspicions are wrong, but if not, I would feel better if Harry was at Hogwarts when I returned."
"Why can't you get someone else to go check on the boy, Albus?" asked Snape, "I'm sure you could find someone else. What about Minerva or Hagrid or any other of the teachers?"
"Minerva has already left to visit her family in France, and Hagrid is in the Northern Alps on business for me. All of the other teachers have left for the summer holidays, Severus, and you are the only other person left that I trust."
That did it. Snape always felt oddly happy whenever Albus said that he trusted him. He knew he didn't deserve the trust or friendship of a great wizard like Albus Dumbledore, but he loved the old man like a father and would do whatever the wacky old wizard asked.
"All right Albus. I'll go check on the boy," agreed Snape reluctantly.
"Thank you Severus. Harry lives at number four Privet drive in Little Winging, Surrey. I trust that you can find the place?" asked the headmaster. With a sharp nod, Snape left the office and headed towards the entrance hall and past the apparation wards. Once in Hogsmeade, Snape apparated to Privet drive.
Snape stared distastefully at number four privet drive. It was far too, what's the word, ah yes, NORMAL. It had neatly trimmed bushes and neatly trimmed grass. Petunias were the dominant flower in the flowerbeds, and the house had a large and very expensive looking car in the driveway. Snape walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Heavy footsteps could be heard coming towards the door. The door swung open to reveal the largest man Snape ever had the displeasure of seeing.
"Yes, what do you want?" asked the large man with a glare.
Meanwhile, Snape showed this man what a REAL glare was by demonstrating. The obese man's glare dropped into a frown and then into a look of terror when he had noticed Snape's clothing.
"Y-You're one of them!" the man practically yelled, "Get out you freak! We don't want your kind in our house!"
Snape's glare turned into a more deadly glare, which would have the majority of the student population at Hogwarts, either running away screaming or jumping out of the nearest window.
"Where is Potter?" Snape said coldly," I have come to check on him."
Snape was inwardly fascinated at the color's this man's face was displaying. First it was red and slowly turned burgundy and then a deep purple. But when Snape spoke, it turned ghostly pale and then it developed a sickly green tint. Curious as Snape was about the many colors this man's face could display, he was getting rather impatient.
" I-I d-don't know who you're t-t-talking about," stuttered the man, " There's no P-Potter here so get out!"
Snape had just about enough of this man. So he did what any normal wizard would do when they have a large, stuttering muggle blocking their way.
"Stupify," hissed Snape. The man fell with a large thump and Snape casually stepped over him. Nobody else seemed to be home, or they would have come running to see what all the noise was. Snape surveyed the VERY clean living room. A little too unnaturally clean for his tastes. Many pictures adorned the walls, all of which were of a rather large, piggish boy with blond hair. The ugliest by far was the one over the fireplace, which showed the little pig with ice cream all over his face and clothes. That was definitely not Potter, decided Snape. In fact, there seemed to be no indication that there was actually a fourth person living in the house at all. Snape started to get a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach, and he couldn't quite identify it. He climbed up the stairs and looked in the first door the hallway had to offer. And behind door number one. . . .is the loo. The next door must be the parent's bedroom, decided Snape. It had the most disturbingly expensive china and vases placed the most disturbing of places. 'Who would put good china on their bedside table?' Behind the next door was a toyshop. No that's not right, it was a bedroom, but toys literally covered every nook and cranny of the room. Snape had a hard time trying to tell what the color of the carpet was. 'This is just disgusting,' thought Snape,' How much can you possibly spoil the child?' But something told him that this wasn't Potter's room. He went to the last door down the hall and opened it to reveal . . . . . more toys. 'Where on earth does the Potter boy sleep?' Snape took out his wand and whispered a spell.
"Locatus Harry Potter"
His wand's tip started to shine a small golden light and then a slip of parchment appeared just above his wand. It read:
Harry Potter
Little Winging, Surrey
4 Privet Drive
The cupboard under the stairs
Snape stared incredulously at the slip of paper. 'The CUPBOARD under the STAIRS!' Snape hurried down the staircase and made his way towards the cupboard. With a sinking feeling, he noticed the heavy bolt lock on the cupboard. He whipped out his wand and said the unlocking spell.
"Alohamora"
The locked cupboard opened with a click and the cupboard door slowly swung open to reveal . . . .
A/N: HA HA HA, I'm evil! I totally left a cliffie! Oh boy! Don't worry people I'll update soon! But for now please review and TELL me you want me to update. I think I'm going to have two chapters in this reality and then two chapters in the cannon reality so don't worry. Anyway Please oh Please review! Oh yeah before I forget, I don't really know any Latin so I'm just making up spells as I go.