In a dark, sinister room, Aunt Tunilia and Lucius Malfoy sit at each end of a long wooden table. Before them rests an ornate silver dish filled with bones, a stack of parchment and ink, and a plate of deviled eggs.
"Dear old Y/N," Tunilia chuckles. "Y/N," Lucius says, his usually regal voice now demure.
"Yes, your vile seed has sprouted forth," Tunilia chuckles. "They grow up so fast, don't they? What shall we do with our precious flower?" she continues to ponder. Lucius shifts in his seat; his blonde tresses are unnervingly unkempt, and his once perfectly clean clothes are now wrinkled and frayed. He looks as if he hasn't slept in days, with large, dark shadows under his eyes.
"The child must learn the family's magic," Lucius proclaims, his aristocratic brows furrowed in concentration.
A malicious grin splits Tunilia's lips. "And so they shall. I have already set plans in motion. The Potter boy shall lead our spawn astray," Tunilia giggles.
Lucius nods. "Yes, yes." He slowly raises a trembling hand to the parchment in front of him and scribbles something on it. Tunilia glances down to see a strange rune. "This will bring Harry and Y/N together," he mutters quietly, the sound muffled by the quill scratching against the parchment.
Tunilia claps her wrinkled hands. "Perfect. I must bid farewell, Lucius. I have pressing matters to attend to." With a wave of Tunilia's withered hand, she disappears in a flash of green light, leaving Lucius alone in his quiet home.
Lucius sighs and rubs his bloodshot eyes. He can't believe it; it had been a long eighteen years, but now their plans were finally coming to fruition. He must bide his time, but soon, the Dark Lord shall rise again!
POV SHIFT: Professor Severus Snape
You were Severus Snape, professor at Hogwart. If anyone asked what your interests were, well you loved bullying children, and masturbating to dead acquaintances from high school, and brewing potions!
But that's all just on the surface. In fact, the REAL Snape was a lot more complex than most people thought he was. For example, he hated it when people assumed he was a mean person, because he actually enjoyed the company of others.
For instance, his favorite pastime was reading to small children at the hospital. He was especially fond of teaching the younger ones. They had so much pure potential for the future. It saddened him to see these innocent kids fall into bad habits. It was his goal to show them they could be better, smarter.
Just as snape was working on his manifesto regarding the training of youthful witches and wizards, a small cat rubbed affectionately into his leg.
"Damn i miss lily" you thought aloud. Having to tuck the swelling rising within your dark robes.
"What did you say" The small cat suddenly said, still mushing itself into your leg, no doubt getting fur everywhere. You jump in fear "What the fuck!" you shrieked!
The cat (like an animorph) suddenly transforms into a withered stout old lady. "I can smell your awful pheromones from a kilometer away" She claims, holding her head high, looking down upon you. Her impressive height becomes apparent. Professor. McGonagall!
You blush, flustered, you try to pace away as fast as you can to avoid this sadistic woman. You'll never know the satisfaction that wicked woman gets from her games. "I'll be watching you Severus." it felt more like assurance than a threat, but you couldn't help but shiver as you continued down the dark hall to your defence against dark arts classroom, you needed to prepare for first-day lectures tomorrow!
THE NEXT MORNING
Your alarm blares loudly. You pull yourself out of bed and start dressing, but something feels off about your body. What could it be? You think. Suddenly, a small paw slips into your pants and starts rubbing your member. You groan at the feel of your catgirl familiar licking around the shaft.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" you gasp, not wanting her to have free reign of your body. "Mm.. I'm getting a late breakfast!" she purrs before going back to work on your manhood. As she gets closer to her breakfast, she pushes her way further between your legs and rubs the tip against her vulva. "McGonagall!"