Snape's Here.
Disclaimer: See, this *is* my first fanfic, I forgot the disclaimer! Ok, here is: Jk Rowling owns all these wondrous characters. It is weird that I forgot it 'cos I have read fanfic for over a year! My friend Marie, (um Sirius Lover.. whatever) She has a odd Pen Name. Ok, on with the story, she was saying the other day that Aubrey (A girl I hate but it happened to be her friend) really sucks at writing too so she posted a story that they co- wrote (It sucks, don't read it!) And I, knowing that I suck at writing too, decided against my better will and posted this. So, please review!
By: A Typical Snarry Fan
Spoilers: None really, unless you haven't read any books. This is an AU fic, but 1-5
Rate: PG-13
Warnings: Slash, HP /SS: The Best!
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I know that Dumbledore is up to something. He calls me to his office right after my Third Hour class. He has that damnable twinkle in those sky blue eyes of his. I know when he's twinkling, that he is planing. I hobble out to his office; the years have been hard on me.
"Severus! Please do sit down! Lemon drop?" Damn, he's offering lemon drops. He must want something.
"No thank you Headmaster. Now what is it that you want?" I voice is weary and I am aware that I am ageing. Not so subtle but if you look close enough, you can see wrinkles. Some are caused by stress and the others are caused by age. I am in my late forties, but I look at least ten years young thanks to the Youth Potion I took after Potter left.
Potter.
The only one my heart desires. I know that it may seem disgusting or odd that I have fallen in love with Harry Potter of all the people. He may not be his father, he has shown that. After knowing what his home life was like, I knew that he was certainly not James Potter. He doesn't look like him much; he has let his hail grow out a bit; a little shorter than mine. He may-
"Severus?" I sigh. I hate being wrapped up in my personal thoughts about Potter.
"Yes, Albus?"
"I want you to go to Harry's house."
I am suddenly angry. I am sure he knows of my liking to Potter. I do not wish to see him, not after I have treated him.
"Why?" My spiting remarks and my glares have lessened. At least I manage to hiss out my opinion. I need to take a vacation.
"Severus, you know why. I have wanted Harry to join the Order, like I have for the past 2 years. We need him; you need him."
My eyes dart to the door to catch some 1st years listening, but I see no one.
"What do you mean, Albus?" My voice is curt and I want it to sound more cutting, but I guess that I really do need Potter. For someone to love (I have never had such sort), and to practice my glares and such.
"Severus, I know." That is all he says before he ushers me to the door.
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I arrive at Potter's flat and I am not surprised to see Weasley there. What surprises me is that I see that he answers the door naked. I blanch immediately. What a disturbing site.
He turns a funny red colour and mutters something that sounds like, "What the hell? I-I um..Herm?" and he shuts the door on my face. I know those Weasleys never had manners.
He opens the door and is wearing a disgusting pink robe, probably Granger's.
"Um Professor, I-I didn't know that you were coming."
"I am here for Potter. I have a message for him." My voice is as cold as I can get it. I do not want the Weasley boy knowing that I am old and tired.
"Um hold on," He takes a deep breath and, "Harry? Professor Snape's here!"
I can hear his beautiful voice ring out: "Who?"
Weasley sighs. "He forgets easy." He tells me.
"Snape, you know, the greasy haired Potions Professor from school." I glare
"Oh, that *Snape*. Tell him to hold on a minute." I snort in disbelief. Weasley blushes some more.
"Well, you see, he got hit with this curse and he can't remember too well. He also can't fly on a broomstick; he gets panic attacks. The Healers don't know what hit him, but the reckon that it s Dark Magick." Weasley must think that he owes me an explanation.
I however, am saddened that he can't do the thing that he loved. I try not to show the sadness on my face but Weasley looks at me like I've grown another head. I am sure that he is with albus on this.
"Not a word Mr. Weasley." I manage to growl.
He does not seem to be bothered at my statement. "He needs you too." He says this rather softly, the almost exact words that the Headmaster said earlier.
I regain my normal emotionless mask when Potter walks in, hoping that he never heard what Weasley said.
"Yes? What do you want, I am sure you aren't here to laugh for an old time's sake." His voice is cold. I am shocked. He is not the boy I've seen, risking his life every other day at school.
I try to sneer. "You are correct. The Headmaster wants you to come to the Head Quarters." I try to make my voice cold like I have been trying to do since he left.
"Why?" I know that he is playing dumb or something.
I sigh. "What do you think Potter? What has he been doing the past three years?" I see something in his eyes. Is it love?
"Ok, Professor." He sighs in defeat.
"Now, I guess you can call me Severus." I decide that if we could never be lovers, I want to try to be his friend.
I can see that his is hiding a smile. "Great. Call me Harry?"
"Ok, Pot-Harry, we will be going by Floo." I try not to smile too.
Now Weasley looks uncomfortable. I just smirk.
Tbc.
I want to thank:
Kyra Invictus Black: I know. Like I said, this is my first fanfic.
Mikee: Thank you. You really think that this is good?
Caster: Wow, you are too kind! I agree, I do like it that Harry loves Severus even when Sev is ageing!
Disclaimer: See, this *is* my first fanfic, I forgot the disclaimer! Ok, here is: Jk Rowling owns all these wondrous characters. It is weird that I forgot it 'cos I have read fanfic for over a year! My friend Marie, (um Sirius Lover.. whatever) She has a odd Pen Name. Ok, on with the story, she was saying the other day that Aubrey (A girl I hate but it happened to be her friend) really sucks at writing too so she posted a story that they co- wrote (It sucks, don't read it!) And I, knowing that I suck at writing too, decided against my better will and posted this. So, please review!
By: A Typical Snarry Fan
Spoilers: None really, unless you haven't read any books. This is an AU fic, but 1-5
Rate: PG-13
Warnings: Slash, HP /SS: The Best!
******************
I know that Dumbledore is up to something. He calls me to his office right after my Third Hour class. He has that damnable twinkle in those sky blue eyes of his. I know when he's twinkling, that he is planing. I hobble out to his office; the years have been hard on me.
"Severus! Please do sit down! Lemon drop?" Damn, he's offering lemon drops. He must want something.
"No thank you Headmaster. Now what is it that you want?" I voice is weary and I am aware that I am ageing. Not so subtle but if you look close enough, you can see wrinkles. Some are caused by stress and the others are caused by age. I am in my late forties, but I look at least ten years young thanks to the Youth Potion I took after Potter left.
Potter.
The only one my heart desires. I know that it may seem disgusting or odd that I have fallen in love with Harry Potter of all the people. He may not be his father, he has shown that. After knowing what his home life was like, I knew that he was certainly not James Potter. He doesn't look like him much; he has let his hail grow out a bit; a little shorter than mine. He may-
"Severus?" I sigh. I hate being wrapped up in my personal thoughts about Potter.
"Yes, Albus?"
"I want you to go to Harry's house."
I am suddenly angry. I am sure he knows of my liking to Potter. I do not wish to see him, not after I have treated him.
"Why?" My spiting remarks and my glares have lessened. At least I manage to hiss out my opinion. I need to take a vacation.
"Severus, you know why. I have wanted Harry to join the Order, like I have for the past 2 years. We need him; you need him."
My eyes dart to the door to catch some 1st years listening, but I see no one.
"What do you mean, Albus?" My voice is curt and I want it to sound more cutting, but I guess that I really do need Potter. For someone to love (I have never had such sort), and to practice my glares and such.
"Severus, I know." That is all he says before he ushers me to the door.
**********
I arrive at Potter's flat and I am not surprised to see Weasley there. What surprises me is that I see that he answers the door naked. I blanch immediately. What a disturbing site.
He turns a funny red colour and mutters something that sounds like, "What the hell? I-I um..Herm?" and he shuts the door on my face. I know those Weasleys never had manners.
He opens the door and is wearing a disgusting pink robe, probably Granger's.
"Um Professor, I-I didn't know that you were coming."
"I am here for Potter. I have a message for him." My voice is as cold as I can get it. I do not want the Weasley boy knowing that I am old and tired.
"Um hold on," He takes a deep breath and, "Harry? Professor Snape's here!"
I can hear his beautiful voice ring out: "Who?"
Weasley sighs. "He forgets easy." He tells me.
"Snape, you know, the greasy haired Potions Professor from school." I glare
"Oh, that *Snape*. Tell him to hold on a minute." I snort in disbelief. Weasley blushes some more.
"Well, you see, he got hit with this curse and he can't remember too well. He also can't fly on a broomstick; he gets panic attacks. The Healers don't know what hit him, but the reckon that it s Dark Magick." Weasley must think that he owes me an explanation.
I however, am saddened that he can't do the thing that he loved. I try not to show the sadness on my face but Weasley looks at me like I've grown another head. I am sure that he is with albus on this.
"Not a word Mr. Weasley." I manage to growl.
He does not seem to be bothered at my statement. "He needs you too." He says this rather softly, the almost exact words that the Headmaster said earlier.
I regain my normal emotionless mask when Potter walks in, hoping that he never heard what Weasley said.
"Yes? What do you want, I am sure you aren't here to laugh for an old time's sake." His voice is cold. I am shocked. He is not the boy I've seen, risking his life every other day at school.
I try to sneer. "You are correct. The Headmaster wants you to come to the Head Quarters." I try to make my voice cold like I have been trying to do since he left.
"Why?" I know that he is playing dumb or something.
I sigh. "What do you think Potter? What has he been doing the past three years?" I see something in his eyes. Is it love?
"Ok, Professor." He sighs in defeat.
"Now, I guess you can call me Severus." I decide that if we could never be lovers, I want to try to be his friend.
I can see that his is hiding a smile. "Great. Call me Harry?"
"Ok, Pot-Harry, we will be going by Floo." I try not to smile too.
Now Weasley looks uncomfortable. I just smirk.
Tbc.
I want to thank:
Kyra Invictus Black: I know. Like I said, this is my first fanfic.
Mikee: Thank you. You really think that this is good?
Caster: Wow, you are too kind! I agree, I do like it that Harry loves Severus even when Sev is ageing!
