Disclaimer: I am (obviously) not JK Rowling... All characters belong to HER (Except for my own little characters such as Pocky and Shiro)
A/N: Sorry it took so long! Pretty much the day after I got back from my vacation, my computer got a virus and I couldn't find da recovery disk thingy... It made me sad. Plus, my semi beta reader (and source of my hyperness) was out for a month so I couldn't do much story wise... Well anyway, thanks to all who reviewed the last chapter. I hope you all like dis chapter! Be prepared for new pairings, a flashback and... Special commentary from my beta reader and I, ENJOY!
Chapter 12: Trevor Dances and Sev Has Flashbacks
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It was a glorious morning. The sun rise was perfect. Trevor could hear birds chirping outside the window. He and Neville were inside the room of requirements, which they had stumbled upon during the heat of their passions. Trevor sat up in the silk bed, smiling at the young boy, no, the young man (after the night previous he was a man) lying beside him. Trevor slowly got out of the bed, putting on his favorite hamster slippers. He stood up completely naked, the light from the sun making the remaining sweat on his body glisten. He slipped on the clothes he was wearing yesterday and slowly crept over to the door, being careful not to awaken his sleeping lover.
Trevor stepped outside the room of requirements and sighed. A smirk appeared on his face. A chuckle rose up from deep within him. He pumped his fist into the air. "I... Am... A MAAANNN!"
As soon as he said that, Macho Man (copyrighted to the Village People) began playing throughout the halls and in the common rooms. From somewhere deep within the corridors of the Slytherin dungeons, Severus Snape awoke from his deep slumber.
"What is that infernal racket?" He mumbled irritated and almost got up to find out what was going on, but the music stopped almost as soon as it began. So he just fell back into his pillow. He turned his head towards his clock and squinted to read the words, which read 3:00am. He still had two more hours until he had to get ready for another dreadful day.
He turned side to side trying to fall back to sleep. But something kept nagging at the back of his mind. He finally relaxed and smiled, remembering the prince he had met ten years ago.
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A twenty-three year old Severus Snape was in his room, grading the papers of his ignorant students when Dumbledore's green head appeared in the fireplace across from Severus' desk.
'What does that idiot want now?' He thought to himself angrily. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. (A/N: crap I dropped my deodorant::beta reader laughs in background: anyway, back to my story) "Severus, remember how I told you I was from another land?"
Severus looked up at him. "Yeah... What the hell about it?" Dumbledore ignored his snarky comment and continued on. "Well I need to return to that world because the prince, my grandson, has become ill and no one there knows how to cure him."
Severus crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "And what, pray tell, does that have to do with me?"
Dumbledore smiled that annoying smile of his. (A/N: By the way, most of this is Severus' commentary. I personally don't think Dumbledore's smile is that annoying) "I will need you to accompany me there. Your knowledge of potions might just be able to help the prince. This will be another way of paying me back."
Severus groaned inwardly. "Fine..." He knew he would probably regret this, but he really had no other choice. He absolutely hated being in people's debts.
A week later after the conversation, they left to go to the Dragon Kingdom, the place Dumbledore was from, apparently. Severus was surprised to learn that very few people in the kingdom knew there was a world outside of Crisium and he was not allowed to tell anyone of the existence of the outside world. Apparently the only people who knew of the outside worlds were the people at the castle and they kept it a secret to keep their people safe from outside influence.
The day after they arrived, they met with the royal family. They were introduced to the King, who Severus found out was Dumbledore's son, Queen, and to Prince Shiro. At one point during the introductions, Dumbledore asked where someone named Trevor was. The King and Queen immediately paled. The Queen leaned over and whispered into Dumbledore's ear. Severus could care less about the secret. It was none of his business anyway.
After they shared dinner with the royal family, Dumbledore and Severus went to go analyze the prince. The fourteen-year-old prince had light blue hair and dark blue eyes (A/N: Think of Marth from Fire Emblem, only younger). The young prince didn't look as sick as Severus would have thought from the urgent way Dumbledore had insisted that Severus go with him. He was pale and his cheeks were flushed from fever, just like he had the flu. But from what the people who lived at the castle told them, he had been like that for two years and recently, the symptoms had began to worsen, last longer, and happen more often. Apparently, he would only be sick from time to time. During these times of sickness, his body would become unable to handle the magic coursing through his body.
The royal family had their own, strong magical supply in their bodies. Every other citizen had very little of this natural magic source. Severus learned from Dumbledore that the giant statue on the roof of the castle was the source of magic for the citizens. Without it, the ordinary people of the Dragon Kingdom would have next to no magic power.
Prince Shiro's body could not handle all of this magic during his times of sickness. The overload of his own natural magic and the magic being fed to him through the dragon statue would cause his body to convulse time to time. These seizures would often knock the prince unconscious. The doctors at the castle feared that if Prince Shiro had one of these seizures while he was alone, he could very well die. He could end up falling and hitting his head on the stone floors or choke on something. While the prince was sick, everyone in the castle kept a very close eye on him.
The King and Queen feared not solely on their son's survival but the survival of their kingdom. If the prince was in power and they were attacked by another kingdom while he was sick, the kingdom would surly fall to the enemy. Shiro could not only defend his country, but himself as well.
The urgency for a cure or at least something to fend off the sickness for long periods of time was now evident. The two Professors worked five days straight, but couldn't figure out what the illness was, how it was cause, or how to cure it. During the times when he and Dumbledore weren't working on their research, Severus would spend time and talk to the prince and slowly got to know him.
After two months of being there, Severus and Dumbledore started to make a breakthrough. The disease the boy had came from a curse cast on him as a boy. The prince had had a very bad reaction to the curse, but the effects hadn't showed until now. While they couldn't find a complete panacea, there was a potion that Severus made that would weaken the curse, but didn't completely destroy it. Now, although the prince would still get sick time to time, it wouldn't be as often or as worse. The prince's body could now handle magic at any time. When he did become sick, he wouldn't have the seizures and would be able to handle all the magic flowing through him. When he would become sick, it would only seem like a bad cold.
When they gave the prince the potion, he almost immediately felt better. Severus gave the directions on how to make the potion to the Castle's potion maker so they could keep a supply of their own. Fortunately, all the ingredients needed to make the potion were available in Crisium.
Now that Dumbledore and Severus had completed what they had come for, it was almost time for them to return to the wizarding world. It was near the end of August and school would be starting up again soon. Dumbledore informed Severus that they would have five days to tie up loose ends and regain some much needed sleep before they departed.
The night before Dumbledore and Severus were to depart back to Hogwarts, Severus was awoken at 3:00 am by a soft knocking at his door. Severus stood up groggily and stumbled over to the door and opened it. He looked down and saw that is was the prince standing there, tears running down his face. Severus bent down a bit and wrapped his arms around him and held his head to his chest.
"What's the matter?" Severus asked him with an uncharacteristically soft voice. The prince sniffled.
"I don't want you to leave... And then when I think of you leaving, I'm reminded of my brother..." The prince began to cry again.
Severus led him into his room and sat him down on a couch near his bed. He lit a small lantern and sat back down next to the prince and pulled him close once again. "You have a brother?"
The prince nodded. "My half brother was banished from our kingdom two years ago." Severus felt compassion towards the boy and told him he could stay with him for the night. He brought the prince to his bed and tucked him in and then lay down next to him. As he watched the blue-haired boy beside him sleep, he realized he felt more towards him than just friendship (A/N: he had a leeeeeel cwush oawn heeeiiimmm). But for now, he'd keep that to himself, Shiro was still too young.
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Slowly coming back to reality, Severus rolled over, reached underneath his bed and retrieved a box. He sat up and placed the box on his lap. He opened the lid of the box and the smell of old paper and dust filled his senses. The box was filled with letters that the prince and he had sent back and forth over the years.
Before he had left the Dragon Kingdom with Dumbledore, he had promised the prince he would keep in touch with him. They had become even closer through their letters and Severus had begun to fall in love with him. But for the past three years, he had received no letters from the prince. And all the letters he had sent the prince had returned, unopened. He was worried, but Dumbledore told him everything was fine and that if anything bad had happened, he would have received word about it. Severus sighed and took the last letter the prince had written to him out of the box. It read;
"Dear Severus,
Lately, I have been searching for clues on the whereabouts of my half-brother Trevor, but so far I have found nothing. Against my parents' wishes, I might be leaving the kingdom soon to continue my search. They will not give me any clues so I will have to start from the bottom and work my way up. I miss him dearly and although he was quite the nuisance most of the time, we had some very good talks and were very close. I mean, he's my flesh and blood; I wouldn't be able to live without finding him again.
I miss you so much, and I hope you can come visit me sometime soon. Make sure to write me back so we can make arrangements on your visit. And you are coming to visit whether you like it or not, it's been too long.
My parents have recently informed me that I have to get married soon to one of Trevor's childhood friends, Rika. But I don't want to get married to her... I want to get married to (Severus could swear he could see the word "you" crossed out) ...never mind.
How are your 'idiotic students' doing? I hope they aren't giving you too hard of a time. Well I hope to see you soon... Maybe I'll even give you a little surprise visit.
Yours truly,
Shiro"
Severus smiled sadly and carefully put the meaningful letter back in the box, which he slid back underneath his double poster bed. He then went back underneath the covers and closed his eyes, attempting to get a couple more hours of sleep before he had to deal with his 'idiotic students.'
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About five hours later, everyone was in the great hall, bitching at each other, which was caused by the loss of sleep they had gotten. Due to the fact, they had all been awoken by Macho Man at 3 o'clock in the morning. Everyone that is, except Draco, Harry, Trevor and Neville.
Neither Draco nor Harry cared anymore about anyone finding out about their relationship. Harry was currently sitting on Draco's lap, being fed by him in small spoonfuls. They were both seated at the Gryffindor table, ignoring the mixed stares, cheers, and insults given by their peers.
Trevor was back to his sophisticated self, often kissing the still dazed Neville on the cheek, and mumbled periodically to himself about finally becoming a man. Pocky skipped gleefully over to Ron and hopped on his back, causing his face to fall into his breakfast.
"HIYA RONNYY! WHEN ARE WE GONNA GO ON OUR DATE?" She screamed in his ear. As if on cue, everyone in the great hall, including the professors, began whispering to each other about how they thought Ron was gay. Ron turned red.
Pocky smiled at him. "Don't worry, I didn't think you were gay. If you were, you'd be able to resist me, but you can't!" She batted her eyes over dramatically and Ron smiled.
No one, however, through all the confusion, loving, and... er... pockyness, noticed the intense way Pansy was staring at Hermione. Soon, it was time for everyone to depart to their classes.
Right before she arrived to her fist class however, Hermione noticed she had left one of her five million books back at the great hall. Frustrated, she began the long trip back. She half ran back to the great hall and picked up the herbology book, but when she turned around to leave, she saw Pansy was in the doorway.
Pansy walked over to Hermione backing her up into a wall. She put her hands on either side of her and put her face close to Hermione's. "I want you to go on a date with me."
Hermione looked at Pansy with uncertainty. "You wanna go out with...me? Why?"
Pansy continued glaring. "Because... I like you okay? Is it yes, or no? And hurry up, I don't have all day."
"Uh... Ok... Sure..." Hermione said slowly, but to herself she was thinking; 'It's not like I like Pansy or anything... It's just that Ron's going to be on his date with Pocky and Draco's going to be all over Harry... Yeah, that's it.'
Pansy smirked. "That's good to hear. Ok, I'll meet you outside the Gryffindor Common room on Saturday at noon. We're going to Hogsmeade together, okay? And put something nice on, I don't want to be embarrassed." Before Hermione could comment, Pansy walked hastily out of the room. Hermione sighed, knowing she'd be late to her class. She hurriedly began walking, wondering just what exactly Pansy had in store for her.
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A/N: HEHE! BET YOU NEVER WOULDA EXPECTED THAT. Anyway, this chapter was a lot about giving info about Sevvyykunnn (He's so cyuuttee) and to get the ball rolling on Hermione and Pansy! (Don't worry, we'll keep the femmeslash to a minimum... Unless of course you don't want me to XD...) Look for a Hogsmeade visit next chapter! And pretty soon, there'll be even more plot development::gasps: As always, please review! Thank you!
