This is the actual first chapter of this story! I'm so sorry, I was just finishing up my second chapter and wanted to see how I had posted this chapter, just to find out I had the entire wrong story posted here! I's sorry, here you go, this is the first chappy. All this in bold is added, everything underthis is what I wrote the first time around. Enjoy! 3
I seem to be spewing out ideas onto my keyboard, sorry about that :D anyways, I hope you are enjoying these. I know I am enjoying writing them.
I don't own harry potter, the universe or the character.
Remedial potions gone sideways
Harry was in his last remedial potions for the school year and he dare say he was actually good at potions now. Even Professor Snape had made a passing comment about how he might even be able to pass his seventh year potions class.
It had been a long year for the both of them. In the beginning it was because they sort of hated each other; along with the fact that Harry was extremely terrible at potions and Severus' patience kept wearing thing easily.
They both remembered the many late nights they had to endure thanks to one or both of them flinging words, then objects, at each other. This led to a relatively good potion blowing up and both of them having to stay and clean it up.
Or other times where Harry would ask a question he really didn't understand and having his professor blow up on him because it was something commonly forgot.
The Slytherins had taken to just casting a spell that just blocked out any yelling from the potions classroom. Practically the entire school knew about the class that went on three times a week in the dungeon. Because of those classes, students, and even some teachers, had taken to just not going out in the halls after they had started, for some of the fights would travel too.
But as the year went on and they started to communicate more and get over all their differences, the troubles shifted from them hating each other to them skirting around their feeling for each other.
All with good reason too, they were what? Two decades apart in age. Age may just be a number, but that would be a bit of a stretch for it. Not only because they would just look odd, but because of the curses Severus had been put under, he would start getting worn down easier.
They both knew it in their hearts so they just flirted ever so slightly and both were miserable. Harry had his friends and quidditch to help cope with his sorrows, and Snape had the Headmaster, his potions and many bottles of fire whisky.
His potion was just about finished cool, but was still a bit unstable and he had to bottle it quickly while it was still just a bit warm to the touch.
The Professor had just walked into the room holding a package of new potions ingredients and gave Harry a nod. Nodding back, Harry stopped the last of the potion, just about to vanish the remainder of the potion that there hadn't been enough to waste a bottle on.
Just then the door to the room slammed and the gust of air the heavy door created blew just a couple of leaves from Snape's package into the cauldron.
Having just enough time to both dive for cover, they both just missed getting vile green globby potion splattered on their faces. But both got a bit in their hair that soaked in faster than either male could react.
Before either dark haired man could stand, there was a flash of green light. After the light had died down both males shook their heads and looked at each other and gasped.
If another person had been there, they would have though the two four year old boys had been twins.
The Headmaster and Professor McGonagall went down to check up on the two to makes sure Severus hadn't throttled Harry. Though. All they saw were the two adorable boys sitting there staring at each other. And that's exactly what they though.
Twins? In the dungeon?