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Disclaimer: These are JK Rowling's characters, not mine. All I own are my beliefs that the final battle happens in Harry's Seventh year and other such crap that is yet to come in Rowling's books that hasn't been stated yet
Story Status: Un-beta'd WIP
Rating: Not suited for children (unless they're children that know what this entails), probably only Rish…possibly…
Warning: This is SLASH, which, if you can read the summary, you already know and chose to come read anyway. Flames will be caught in the palm of my hand and channeled back to the writer of said flame. Trust me, my nickname is 'The Angel of Fire' for a reason
Severus Snape fitfully tossed back and forth on his four-poster double bed. He had a feeling that something was wrong in his rooms, though he couldn't, for the life of him, bring himself out of his dream to check his surroundings. Because of this little fact, he did not, and would not, know that he was not alone
The other figure in the dark bedroom had their wand drawn, smiling slightly at the picture that the sleeping man made, before doing what they had come there to accomplish. For, what else is there to do in the Potion Masters bedroom at 2:03 in the morning…well…at least until you claimed the man as yours?
So proceed they did, not all caution being thrown to the wind. The shadowed occupant of the room was smart enough to whisper their spell, in fear of waking Snape up, though they knew it would be near impossible to do. The spell uttered? Sentire Emozioni
A blue light flew from the wand tip and hit, though lightly, the sleeping form between the eyes. Once the spell was complete, the figure silently moved to the door. As soon as that goal was met, they moved to the other side and closed it until only a crack was left and whispered "Goodnight, Professor" before lifting their wand once more and said some form of counter spell to allow the man to wake up if he wished, before swiftly closing the door all the way
On the other side of the door, the Potions Master immediately sat upright and looked around the darkened enclosure frantically. After a few minutes of high nerves, the older man laid back down to fall into another fitful dream, though this time unaided by spells
The last thing he thought before succumbing to unconsciousness was a weary, and slightly scared, 'Oh, something's very wrong'
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The rest of the night passed by uneventfully for Snape, who awoke at 6:30 the next morning
While in the shower, he remembered the events of the previous night, but after many minutes of investigation within his mind, he brushed it off as merely a dream…that is to say, until breakfast
He arrived early, as usual, in hopes of not having to deal with so many kids, knowing how much they loved to sleep in for as long as possible. Just as he had thought, each house table only held an average of six people, but the various Seventh year students were really the only ones to stand out to him
At the Gryffindor table sat two Second years and two Third years, as well as Ms. Granger and Mr. Potter, he noted without interest. Hermione was reading a book while eating her eggs as Harry was staring at his food, looking as though he was fighting to keep his eyes open and failing, just as he fails everything else. Severus snorted to himself at the though before moving on to the next table: Hufflepuff
Here he saw three First years chattering excitedly as they huddled together looking at one thing or another. Then, further along the table, he saw Seventh years Susan Bones and Justin Finch-Fletchley talking, decidedly less animated, to a Sixth year boy
Next came the Ravenclaws, always the intellectuals, yet usually late sleepers, as well. This always confused Severus, because it's not as if they stay up late finishing homework…he guessed it was just them wanting to get a decent amount of shut-eye so they'd be awake and prepared for classes, unlike the other houses. So, as it were, there were only four Ravenclaws awake at 7:20 this morning: a Fourth and Fifth year sat holding hands while in a deep discussion, occasionally taking bites from the food on their plates, while the Seventh year, Terry Boot, sat talking with a Sixth year boy
Then Severus' gaze turned to the Slytherin table. They were never morning people, to put it nicely. Here there were only five people present: two Third years, one Fourth and two Sevenths; the Sevenths being Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. Most of the table occupants sat picking at their food moodily, while others, like Malfoy and Zabini, talked grumpily to one another
Taking one more quick look around, he noted, 'This isn't just -some- members of the Seventh year class braving the early light…this is -all- of them,' Severus thought with a small, sad smile. He should've known they'd all be here, since they got used to early waking during the war
Earlier in the year, the final battle had been fought and the Dark Lord finally brought down. All of the Seventh years had been called upon to fight since they had sufficient training. Out of the 25 members of their class, only these last seven remained: their Seven Seventh years. Yes, even the Potion Master kept this class the closes to his heart; even Granger and Potter, both who he had even gone as far as respecting. Well, he respected them all, for how could you not respect someone when they fight beside you and see, as well as do, all the same things as you?
The five non-Slytherins survived because they were all members of Dumbledore's Army, which had continued after their Fifth year, thankfully. Ms. Bones, Mr. Boot and Mr. Finch-Fletchley will probably always worship and thank Potter and Granger for teaching them the skills they needed to survive
As for Blaise and Draco? Well, Blaise was fighting on the side of good the whole time and was skilled (or is it more fair to say lucky?) enough to survive (no, no one who had to go through this war can ever be considered lucky). Whereas Draco had been pretending to be on the dark side, but finally showed the Dark Lord his allegiance to the light by killing Peter Pettigrew, since his own father had already been taken down. This, of course, was not enough proof for the Ministry to let him off. No, he had to show them that he had never taken the Dark Mark and then was subjected to veritaserum and questioned. Needless to say, Draco was the last of his classmates to return to Hogwarts
Speaking of Draco, he chose this moment to call out across the hall: "Hey Potter!"
Harry groggily turned around in his seat before saying, "What is it, Malfoy?" all the hate and bitterness gone from both parties
"I was wondering if I might borrow your notes from Transfiguration yesterday since…I had to leave early on," Draco said, becoming slightly flushed from the memory while Harry outright smiled at it and laughed. Yesterday the class was transfiguring pillows into lizards, but Draco's did no such thing. The pillow, instead of turning into the required reptile, sprouted great sharp teeth, the likes that are found in the mouths of alligators, and bit into his hand, refusing to let go. Therefore, Blaise had to walk Draco to the Hospital Wing, neither showing up again until Care of Magical Creatures the period after
"Of course you can, Draco. Though, may I be so bold as to say that mine are not the -best- notes to copy?" Harry replied, slightly laughing still
"Hey, I may be able to get the guts up to ask -you- for a favor, but I'm not desperate enough to try Granger yet," he responded good-naturedly with a smile, "Plus, I don't feel like having my hand fall off in the process, just simply to get the basics"
Hermione performed a half-indignant 'Ugh!', not even bothering to try and cover up the amusement on her face and in her eyes
"Now -that-, Draco, is something we can -both- agree on," Harry said, "And since you know exactly how to talk your way into getting what you want, my notes are yours for the copying," he smiled
"Great! I humbly thank you for your generosity and compliments, Harry," Draco mock-bowed to him, "And I promise not to get anything on them. Just give them to me in Potions if you would, please"
"Of course," Harry stated and both boys turned back to their own breakfasts
'Oh crap, I have to teach first period NEWT level Potions…the world is so not fair,' Severus thought grumpily as he picked at his food once more, finally looking away from Draco and Harry. It wasn't that the students were bad or unskilled; it's just the thought of teaching such complicated things early in the morning was not the happiest prospect
All the Seventh years had their same classes at all the same time, due to the small numbers. After the war they were forced to sit down with the rest of their classmates, as well as the teachers, to pick which courses they would all be taking and could agree on. This, of course, didn't suit Hermione very well, who had requested private lessons for classes she was not allowed to take during the day. Amazingly enough, they had all agreed whole-heartedly upon taking the NEWT level Potions class…well, they chose to take the NEWT level for almost all their classes, except CoMC (which didn't have the NEWT option) and they all agreed to drop Divination (much to Hermione's relief) with the explanation that they didn't wish to see their futures, or lack there of, or risk seeing the past
This new studiousness they were all willing to put-forth came from the feeling that they owed it to their dearly departed classmates that no longer had the option to grow up. The remaining seven were determined to learn as much as they could, while they could, and grow up to be successful so they could help to change the Wizarding World and make it so no more wars would occur in their lifetime. They felt that their duty was to do such and only such, and that they would be failing the others by doing otherwise
'They have all changed so much…all grown up so fast,' Severus reminisced. And I'm not talking of a motherly "I remember when you were this big" crap; no, I mean the "Look at how mature -I- was in my Seventh year, and then look at you" thing. It wasn't fair, no; but neither can it be changed
The Seven, as the teachers had taken to calling them, had become so close after the war; even Harry and Draco (as shown by their conversation earlier) had stopped their childish feud and only joke fought now to show how stupid they had been before, causing most of their fights to end in fits of laughter
It scared Severus how much he cared for them. 'Never have I been as attached to a class as I am with…'
Severus was pulled out of his musings and nearly jumped a foot in the air as the unmistakable feeling of a hot tongue sliding over his left nipple appeared. He looked down hastily but saw no one in front of him and his robes were still closed. He looked around the room in shock to see that some of the students were looking at him curiously, while others, like the Gryffindors, were too lost in their own worlds to notice. But Draco did. He looked at his Head of House with one raised brow, silently requesting an explanation, but Severus merely shook his head that it was nothing and both men went back to eating
Less than a minute later, Severus felt soft, warm lips kissing a rather sensitive spot on the left side of his neck. Without thinking, he gasped and tilted his head to the right, allowing the invisible assaulter more room to work with, with half-lidded eyes
The lips then moved down his chest as if his clothes weren't even there, and he gasped again as they made their way down to the top of the pants, where they placed slow, wet kisses there before…leaving entirely. What the hell was going on?
Snape's eyes snapped open and looked around the room to see that a good amount of students had arrived and joined those already seated. It was impossible for him to find a culprit in the large mass, and nobody was looking at him now to show that they had seen his behavior, not even Malfoy
Tired of these…experiences (not to mention being bloody hard), the Professor excused himself to set up for his class with The Seven, and to take care of his little…problem
So how was that? I have the second chapter written out, so it just has to be typed. Again, this will not be updated unless it gets feedback
I don't anticipate this story to be incredibly long…maybe four or so chapters…
Spell Translation:
Sentire - meaning 'feel' in Italian...or something along those lines
Emozioni - meaning 'emotions' in Italian
Maybe not the best spell ever created, nor the most specific, but it does its job and serves its purpose. I wanted it to say 'Feel My Emotions', but that was far too long for a spell, so I simplified it some
Oh, and the title: Shadowed Spell is refering to the caster being hidden within shadows when casting the spell in the beginning...just in case anyone's like "how the hell does that title work with this story?"
It was a tentative title, but it really just stuck with me and I like it...so that's that
Disclaimer: These are JK Rowling's characters, not mine. All I own are my beliefs that the final battle happens in Harry's Seventh year and other such crap that is yet to come in Rowling's books that hasn't been stated yet
Story Status: Un-beta'd WIP
Rating: Not suited for children (unless they're children that know what this entails), probably only Rish…possibly…
Warning: This is SLASH, which, if you can read the summary, you already know and chose to come read anyway. Flames will be caught in the palm of my hand and channeled back to the writer of said flame. Trust me, my nickname is 'The Angel of Fire' for a reason
Severus Snape fitfully tossed back and forth on his four-poster double bed. He had a feeling that something was wrong in his rooms, though he couldn't, for the life of him, bring himself out of his dream to check his surroundings. Because of this little fact, he did not, and would not, know that he was not alone
The other figure in the dark bedroom had their wand drawn, smiling slightly at the picture that the sleeping man made, before doing what they had come there to accomplish. For, what else is there to do in the Potion Masters bedroom at 2:03 in the morning…well…at least until you claimed the man as yours?
So proceed they did, not all caution being thrown to the wind. The shadowed occupant of the room was smart enough to whisper their spell, in fear of waking Snape up, though they knew it would be near impossible to do. The spell uttered? Sentire Emozioni
A blue light flew from the wand tip and hit, though lightly, the sleeping form between the eyes. Once the spell was complete, the figure silently moved to the door. As soon as that goal was met, they moved to the other side and closed it until only a crack was left and whispered "Goodnight, Professor" before lifting their wand once more and said some form of counter spell to allow the man to wake up if he wished, before swiftly closing the door all the way
On the other side of the door, the Potions Master immediately sat upright and looked around the darkened enclosure frantically. After a few minutes of high nerves, the older man laid back down to fall into another fitful dream, though this time unaided by spells
The last thing he thought before succumbing to unconsciousness was a weary, and slightly scared, 'Oh, something's very wrong'
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The rest of the night passed by uneventfully for Snape, who awoke at 6:30 the next morning
While in the shower, he remembered the events of the previous night, but after many minutes of investigation within his mind, he brushed it off as merely a dream…that is to say, until breakfast
He arrived early, as usual, in hopes of not having to deal with so many kids, knowing how much they loved to sleep in for as long as possible. Just as he had thought, each house table only held an average of six people, but the various Seventh year students were really the only ones to stand out to him
At the Gryffindor table sat two Second years and two Third years, as well as Ms. Granger and Mr. Potter, he noted without interest. Hermione was reading a book while eating her eggs as Harry was staring at his food, looking as though he was fighting to keep his eyes open and failing, just as he fails everything else. Severus snorted to himself at the though before moving on to the next table: Hufflepuff
Here he saw three First years chattering excitedly as they huddled together looking at one thing or another. Then, further along the table, he saw Seventh years Susan Bones and Justin Finch-Fletchley talking, decidedly less animated, to a Sixth year boy
Next came the Ravenclaws, always the intellectuals, yet usually late sleepers, as well. This always confused Severus, because it's not as if they stay up late finishing homework…he guessed it was just them wanting to get a decent amount of shut-eye so they'd be awake and prepared for classes, unlike the other houses. So, as it were, there were only four Ravenclaws awake at 7:20 this morning: a Fourth and Fifth year sat holding hands while in a deep discussion, occasionally taking bites from the food on their plates, while the Seventh year, Terry Boot, sat talking with a Sixth year boy
Then Severus' gaze turned to the Slytherin table. They were never morning people, to put it nicely. Here there were only five people present: two Third years, one Fourth and two Sevenths; the Sevenths being Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. Most of the table occupants sat picking at their food moodily, while others, like Malfoy and Zabini, talked grumpily to one another
Taking one more quick look around, he noted, 'This isn't just -some- members of the Seventh year class braving the early light…this is -all- of them,' Severus thought with a small, sad smile. He should've known they'd all be here, since they got used to early waking during the war
Earlier in the year, the final battle had been fought and the Dark Lord finally brought down. All of the Seventh years had been called upon to fight since they had sufficient training. Out of the 25 members of their class, only these last seven remained: their Seven Seventh years. Yes, even the Potion Master kept this class the closes to his heart; even Granger and Potter, both who he had even gone as far as respecting. Well, he respected them all, for how could you not respect someone when they fight beside you and see, as well as do, all the same things as you?
The five non-Slytherins survived because they were all members of Dumbledore's Army, which had continued after their Fifth year, thankfully. Ms. Bones, Mr. Boot and Mr. Finch-Fletchley will probably always worship and thank Potter and Granger for teaching them the skills they needed to survive
As for Blaise and Draco? Well, Blaise was fighting on the side of good the whole time and was skilled (or is it more fair to say lucky?) enough to survive (no, no one who had to go through this war can ever be considered lucky). Whereas Draco had been pretending to be on the dark side, but finally showed the Dark Lord his allegiance to the light by killing Peter Pettigrew, since his own father had already been taken down. This, of course, was not enough proof for the Ministry to let him off. No, he had to show them that he had never taken the Dark Mark and then was subjected to veritaserum and questioned. Needless to say, Draco was the last of his classmates to return to Hogwarts
Speaking of Draco, he chose this moment to call out across the hall: "Hey Potter!"
Harry groggily turned around in his seat before saying, "What is it, Malfoy?" all the hate and bitterness gone from both parties
"I was wondering if I might borrow your notes from Transfiguration yesterday since…I had to leave early on," Draco said, becoming slightly flushed from the memory while Harry outright smiled at it and laughed. Yesterday the class was transfiguring pillows into lizards, but Draco's did no such thing. The pillow, instead of turning into the required reptile, sprouted great sharp teeth, the likes that are found in the mouths of alligators, and bit into his hand, refusing to let go. Therefore, Blaise had to walk Draco to the Hospital Wing, neither showing up again until Care of Magical Creatures the period after
"Of course you can, Draco. Though, may I be so bold as to say that mine are not the -best- notes to copy?" Harry replied, slightly laughing still
"Hey, I may be able to get the guts up to ask -you- for a favor, but I'm not desperate enough to try Granger yet," he responded good-naturedly with a smile, "Plus, I don't feel like having my hand fall off in the process, just simply to get the basics"
Hermione performed a half-indignant 'Ugh!', not even bothering to try and cover up the amusement on her face and in her eyes
"Now -that-, Draco, is something we can -both- agree on," Harry said, "And since you know exactly how to talk your way into getting what you want, my notes are yours for the copying," he smiled
"Great! I humbly thank you for your generosity and compliments, Harry," Draco mock-bowed to him, "And I promise not to get anything on them. Just give them to me in Potions if you would, please"
"Of course," Harry stated and both boys turned back to their own breakfasts
'Oh crap, I have to teach first period NEWT level Potions…the world is so not fair,' Severus thought grumpily as he picked at his food once more, finally looking away from Draco and Harry. It wasn't that the students were bad or unskilled; it's just the thought of teaching such complicated things early in the morning was not the happiest prospect
All the Seventh years had their same classes at all the same time, due to the small numbers. After the war they were forced to sit down with the rest of their classmates, as well as the teachers, to pick which courses they would all be taking and could agree on. This, of course, didn't suit Hermione very well, who had requested private lessons for classes she was not allowed to take during the day. Amazingly enough, they had all agreed whole-heartedly upon taking the NEWT level Potions class…well, they chose to take the NEWT level for almost all their classes, except CoMC (which didn't have the NEWT option) and they all agreed to drop Divination (much to Hermione's relief) with the explanation that they didn't wish to see their futures, or lack there of, or risk seeing the past
This new studiousness they were all willing to put-forth came from the feeling that they owed it to their dearly departed classmates that no longer had the option to grow up. The remaining seven were determined to learn as much as they could, while they could, and grow up to be successful so they could help to change the Wizarding World and make it so no more wars would occur in their lifetime. They felt that their duty was to do such and only such, and that they would be failing the others by doing otherwise
'They have all changed so much…all grown up so fast,' Severus reminisced. And I'm not talking of a motherly "I remember when you were this big" crap; no, I mean the "Look at how mature -I- was in my Seventh year, and then look at you" thing. It wasn't fair, no; but neither can it be changed
The Seven, as the teachers had taken to calling them, had become so close after the war; even Harry and Draco (as shown by their conversation earlier) had stopped their childish feud and only joke fought now to show how stupid they had been before, causing most of their fights to end in fits of laughter
It scared Severus how much he cared for them. 'Never have I been as attached to a class as I am with…'
Severus was pulled out of his musings and nearly jumped a foot in the air as the unmistakable feeling of a hot tongue sliding over his left nipple appeared. He looked down hastily but saw no one in front of him and his robes were still closed. He looked around the room in shock to see that some of the students were looking at him curiously, while others, like the Gryffindors, were too lost in their own worlds to notice. But Draco did. He looked at his Head of House with one raised brow, silently requesting an explanation, but Severus merely shook his head that it was nothing and both men went back to eating
Less than a minute later, Severus felt soft, warm lips kissing a rather sensitive spot on the left side of his neck. Without thinking, he gasped and tilted his head to the right, allowing the invisible assaulter more room to work with, with half-lidded eyes
The lips then moved down his chest as if his clothes weren't even there, and he gasped again as they made their way down to the top of the pants, where they placed slow, wet kisses there before…leaving entirely. What the hell was going on?
Snape's eyes snapped open and looked around the room to see that a good amount of students had arrived and joined those already seated. It was impossible for him to find a culprit in the large mass, and nobody was looking at him now to show that they had seen his behavior, not even Malfoy
Tired of these…experiences (not to mention being bloody hard), the Professor excused himself to set up for his class with The Seven, and to take care of his little…problem
So how was that? I have the second chapter written out, so it just has to be typed. Again, this will not be updated unless it gets feedback
I don't anticipate this story to be incredibly long…maybe four or so chapters…
Spell Translation:
Sentire - meaning 'feel' in Italian...or something along those lines
Emozioni - meaning 'emotions' in Italian
Maybe not the best spell ever created, nor the most specific, but it does its job and serves its purpose. I wanted it to say 'Feel My Emotions', but that was far too long for a spell, so I simplified it some
Oh, and the title: Shadowed Spell is refering to the caster being hidden within shadows when casting the spell in the beginning...just in case anyone's like "how the hell does that title work with this story?"
It was a tentative title, but it really just stuck with me and I like it...so that's that
