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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
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27,502
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57
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Transformation
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me but the wonderful J.K. Rowling and last I checked that wasn't the name on my driver's license. So I'm making no money, all I have are student loans, and an ornery cat who thinks driving me bonkers is his lot in life.
One last note: I’m sure I’ll get things wrong on occasion, please, if you find something I’ve done wrong that you just need to nitpick on, send me an email and I will fix it. I can be reached at: thedarksynfullegend@gmail.com
Much love to my friends who listen to me rant and rave, my betas the CelticMuse and Darkwatch, and most of all to those of you who take the time to read and review my stories. Thank you.
Warnings: Action Adventure, Angst, First Time, Romance, Slash
Timeline: Set after Book Five: Order of the Phoenix. Canon until then.
Italics – thoughts.
. . . italics – flashback
. . . Bold italics – dream/fantasy sequence
Bold Text - Journal or Paragraph entry.
Summary – Harry has been working on becoming an animagus to spend the full moons with Remus now that Sirius is gone. Unfortunately he becomes stuck in his animal form and no one knows what has become of the young wizard. Fortunately, one Severus Snape comes across Harry and decides to adopt the stray. Harry sees a completely new side of his most hated Potions Master.
Author's Note: This story was posted before but I left the readers wondering and it was irking me that I didn't expand on scenes that needed it, and a few more things were pounding in my brain that needed to come out. So for all the readers who read, left reviews and commentary...and finally finished a year later...this one is for you.
- The Dark Synful Legend
Canis Lupus: Redux
By TheDarkSynfulLegend
This holiday was no better than any of his previous ones since his parents had died. Dumbledore had informed his guardians that his Godfather, Sirius Black, was dead and their fear of Sirius had been all that Harry had to hold over their heads and be treated a little better than the previous years. He had walked out of the reading of Sirius' will and destroyed the Headmaster's office, as the loss of his Godfather had hit him hard. He barely had anything to hold of his parents, and to have had one more thing taken from him was unbearable. His relatives had piled on the chores, and presently it was the night before his birthday. Harry Potter was sitting quietly in his room, at Number Four Privet Drive in Little Whinging Surrey; his emerald orbs glancing ever so often, at the clock that sat upon a tottery desk. The desk had been a throw away that his Aunt Petunia had rescued from someone else's junk pile and the clock had been his cousin's until he'd broken the alarm. The digital numbers of the clock blinked 11:30 p.m. as Harry watched. It had been his ritual that each year he would stay up until midnight on the night of his birth, and celebrate in his own way since his relatives never did.
Turning his head, he stared out the window at a luminous crescent moon that hung in an inky sky, obscured every so often by clouds. There were a few books scattered around him; one was his personal journal that Hermione had given him a few years ago on his birthday. Harry spent time writing in it every night and had written down so many things that he had never told anyone, his hopes, dreams and a few more tidbits which he hoped never got out. Reaching over, Harry picked up a book and started to read a passage that he had read a few times before. The passage he was reading at the moment meant the world to him, for it meant that if he did it correctly, he would be able to spend a few days a month with Remus Lupin. Verdant eyes scanned the page once more, as he read quietly to himself; “to become an animagus is the hardest of all transfigurations. It is strength of will and strength of heart that will allow the transformation to take place. The best way to try this is to be alone in a room where you will have no interruptions. If and when you transform, remember one thing. You do not choose the animal, the animal will choose you. It will adapt to your personality and play to your strengths.”
Harry slipped off the bed then, his relatives were still keeping his trunk locked away downstairs in the cupboard where he had slept for eleven years. He opened his rucksack peeking inside he made sure that everything that was special to him was still there. The photo album that had the only pictures of his parents, though he had added to the album over the years of himself and his friends. He crawled under his bed and pried up the loose floorboard, placing the book on animagi within, only to tuck his journal into the battered rucksack. Closing both up, he tucked the backpack into the corner of his bedroom. He changed into his pajamas that consisted of threadbare cotton plaid pants in black and white, and a overly large gray t-shirt that had once belonged to Dudley. Glancing at the clock again the time was 11:59 and Harry smiled to himself, he was ready to try. To find your inner animal, you must concentrate on finding it in your soul. His mind supplied, as he slipped into the lotus position and closed his eyes in the center of his bedroom.
. . . The forest that came into view was vast and nothing like the Forbidden Forest that was outside of Hogwarts. A dense fog covered the ground as padded paws made their way silently through the trees, heading towards the one who called to them, called by some unknown power. The animals came to a stop in a clearing, lifting heads and sniffing the currents of air as a figure started to approach coming slowly into focus . . .
Vernon Dursley had finished watching the telly for the evening and wandered up the stairs. That ruddy boy didn't finish his chores...and it's his fault that I got demoted at work. Vernon thought as he rubbed the crotch of his pants. Unlocking the door to Harry's room, Vernon stepped through only to see Harry twitch as he was deep in his meditations and didn't even hear the door opening. “What are you doing boy?!” Came the deep snarl that was laced with hatred. When there was no answer, he approached the young wizard whose magic was almost tangible around him.
. . . The animals that were approaching snarled sensing danger, and quickly looked around for the source but found nothing. The young man that was before them seemed to jerk in reaction to something. And that was all the animals needed as with a powerful howl, sprang forwards and threw themselves at the image of the young man dressed in pajamas that had appeared before them . . .
Vernon grasped Harry by the arm and threw him bodily into a wall. The magic that Harry had been channeling burst forth, and in the wake of the bright flash of light lay a copper and white Siberian Husky where Harry had fallen. Vernon sputtered as the vein in his forehead began to throb visibly. “I'll not have this rubbish in my house boy!” His shouts reverberated in Harry's now sensitive ears, even as he was picked up by the scruff of the neck and dragged out of his bedroom door and down the hall towards the stairs.
Harry struggled, yelping in pain as he was dragged bodily down the flight of stairs, his head bumping on each step though for the life of him he could not figure out why the bloody hell his legs weren't working and a strange sense of vertigo had washed over him. His paws scrabbled for some sort of purchase and a deep snarl left his lupine lips. Vernon grunted, yanking the front door open as he turned, kicking Harry sharply in his ribs and eliciting a yelp of pain.
“Shut up you stupid mongrel!” He hissed viciously as another well placed kick sent Harry flying onto the front walk of the house. “And good riddance, don't even think of coming back here with your freaky ways!” He finished, slamming the door behind him. Now, to rid myself of that ruddy owl... But when Vernon got upstairs, and went into Harry's room there was no sign of Hedwig and the window was wide open. “Bloody bird!” he snarled before closing the window and locking it firmly.
What the... Harry thought to himself as he opened his eyes and slowly looked around. Strangely enough, his vision was sharper now than ever before, even though everything was in shades of grey. There were things moving in the shadows around him, and Harry blinked. It worked, but what the hell am I? Harry continued his train of thought as he struggled to his oversized paws. Paws?! Came the errant question through his mind. He made his way cautiously to a puddle of water that had come from the afternoon thunderstorm and had yet to dry up. Reluctantly, the Boy-Who-Lived glanced downwards into it and what he saw made him blink.
He was a husky, or what appeared to be a husky, large almond shaped ice blue eyes sat amidst a mix of coppery red and white fur. His ears were pointed straight up, though they twitched every so often, hearing something in the shadows. Lifting a paw, Harry realized it was large, almost too large for your standard dog, though he had no idea what that meant or even entailed. But those mystical cerulean orbs shone with intelligence, and without another thought, Harry promptly fainted.
Harry woke a few hours later to the soft sounds of rain as drops fell upon his fur, and rising shakily to his paws he shook himself out, glancing this way and that for somewhere to sleep. Somewhere warm that wasn't a cupboard beneath some staircase. If he was careful he might be able to crawl on his belly under Uncle Vernon's car, but what was to stop the man from running him over when he left for work in the morning? Well, that idea is out. Harry thought to himself before remembering the tunnel that he had used the past year to escape from Dementors with his cousin Dudley. Stealthily he made his way to the tunnel, his head tilting curiously to the side, as he sniffed the air currents. There was no one in the tunnel which suited him just fine, and as he made his way inside he noticed new graffiti had been put up, but he ignored it as he lay down and curled into a ball, though for some reason it hurt to breathe in this position and opted to stretch out on his side instead. Closing his eyes, Harry tried to return to the safety of slumber.
The next few days were enlightening for Harry as he maneuvered his way through the neighborhood digging for scraps in the rubbish bins. He used his powerful sense of smell to discover what people had made and only went to houses that had prepared beef of some sort, ignoring those houses that prepared chicken or fish. Mmm, beef wellington, much better than the scraps I was used to eating when I was at home. Though I don't have a home to go back to anymore. Harry thought as he gazed almost longingly at number Four Privet Drive. He had made his home in the tunnel for the moment, managing to scavenge a blanket that somebody had thrown out to sleep on and it seemed the safest place to be for now.
However, Harry found that he was stuck in this form as he tried, night after night, to change back to his human form and he couldn't figure out why. He stayed out of sight and only ventured out after night had fallen to scavenge for food, knowing it would do no good if he was seen by someone, for they would alert Animal Control and that would be the end of him. Voldemort may not even have the chance to kill me if they catch me. The muggles can do it for him, if I get caught. Sighing to himself as he resolved in his mind to try again tomorrow to change back, as he fell asleep Harry wondered if his life could get any stranger.
~*~
Author's Notes – As you can see, I've started to rewrite this and take my time adding bits and pieces and hopefully I'll answer all the questions I didn't in the original piece. As always, reviews make me happy, feed my muses, and flames get sent to my cat, he loves to bat them around with his paws.
One last note: I’m sure I’ll get things wrong on occasion, please, if you find something I’ve done wrong that you just need to nitpick on, send me an email and I will fix it. I can be reached at: thedarksynfullegend@gmail.com
Much love to my friends who listen to me rant and rave, my betas the CelticMuse and Darkwatch, and most of all to those of you who take the time to read and review my stories. Thank you.
Warnings: Action Adventure, Angst, First Time, Romance, Slash
Timeline: Set after Book Five: Order of the Phoenix. Canon until then.
Italics – thoughts.
. . . italics – flashback
. . . Bold italics – dream/fantasy sequence
Bold Text - Journal or Paragraph entry.
Summary – Harry has been working on becoming an animagus to spend the full moons with Remus now that Sirius is gone. Unfortunately he becomes stuck in his animal form and no one knows what has become of the young wizard. Fortunately, one Severus Snape comes across Harry and decides to adopt the stray. Harry sees a completely new side of his most hated Potions Master.
Author's Note: This story was posted before but I left the readers wondering and it was irking me that I didn't expand on scenes that needed it, and a few more things were pounding in my brain that needed to come out. So for all the readers who read, left reviews and commentary...and finally finished a year later...this one is for you.
- The Dark Synful Legend
By TheDarkSynfulLegend
Prologue – Transformation
This holiday was no better than any of his previous ones since his parents had died. Dumbledore had informed his guardians that his Godfather, Sirius Black, was dead and their fear of Sirius had been all that Harry had to hold over their heads and be treated a little better than the previous years. He had walked out of the reading of Sirius' will and destroyed the Headmaster's office, as the loss of his Godfather had hit him hard. He barely had anything to hold of his parents, and to have had one more thing taken from him was unbearable. His relatives had piled on the chores, and presently it was the night before his birthday. Harry Potter was sitting quietly in his room, at Number Four Privet Drive in Little Whinging Surrey; his emerald orbs glancing ever so often, at the clock that sat upon a tottery desk. The desk had been a throw away that his Aunt Petunia had rescued from someone else's junk pile and the clock had been his cousin's until he'd broken the alarm. The digital numbers of the clock blinked 11:30 p.m. as Harry watched. It had been his ritual that each year he would stay up until midnight on the night of his birth, and celebrate in his own way since his relatives never did.
Turning his head, he stared out the window at a luminous crescent moon that hung in an inky sky, obscured every so often by clouds. There were a few books scattered around him; one was his personal journal that Hermione had given him a few years ago on his birthday. Harry spent time writing in it every night and had written down so many things that he had never told anyone, his hopes, dreams and a few more tidbits which he hoped never got out. Reaching over, Harry picked up a book and started to read a passage that he had read a few times before. The passage he was reading at the moment meant the world to him, for it meant that if he did it correctly, he would be able to spend a few days a month with Remus Lupin. Verdant eyes scanned the page once more, as he read quietly to himself; “to become an animagus is the hardest of all transfigurations. It is strength of will and strength of heart that will allow the transformation to take place. The best way to try this is to be alone in a room where you will have no interruptions. If and when you transform, remember one thing. You do not choose the animal, the animal will choose you. It will adapt to your personality and play to your strengths.”
Harry slipped off the bed then, his relatives were still keeping his trunk locked away downstairs in the cupboard where he had slept for eleven years. He opened his rucksack peeking inside he made sure that everything that was special to him was still there. The photo album that had the only pictures of his parents, though he had added to the album over the years of himself and his friends. He crawled under his bed and pried up the loose floorboard, placing the book on animagi within, only to tuck his journal into the battered rucksack. Closing both up, he tucked the backpack into the corner of his bedroom. He changed into his pajamas that consisted of threadbare cotton plaid pants in black and white, and a overly large gray t-shirt that had once belonged to Dudley. Glancing at the clock again the time was 11:59 and Harry smiled to himself, he was ready to try. To find your inner animal, you must concentrate on finding it in your soul. His mind supplied, as he slipped into the lotus position and closed his eyes in the center of his bedroom.
. . . The forest that came into view was vast and nothing like the Forbidden Forest that was outside of Hogwarts. A dense fog covered the ground as padded paws made their way silently through the trees, heading towards the one who called to them, called by some unknown power. The animals came to a stop in a clearing, lifting heads and sniffing the currents of air as a figure started to approach coming slowly into focus . . .
Vernon Dursley had finished watching the telly for the evening and wandered up the stairs. That ruddy boy didn't finish his chores...and it's his fault that I got demoted at work. Vernon thought as he rubbed the crotch of his pants. Unlocking the door to Harry's room, Vernon stepped through only to see Harry twitch as he was deep in his meditations and didn't even hear the door opening. “What are you doing boy?!” Came the deep snarl that was laced with hatred. When there was no answer, he approached the young wizard whose magic was almost tangible around him.
. . . The animals that were approaching snarled sensing danger, and quickly looked around for the source but found nothing. The young man that was before them seemed to jerk in reaction to something. And that was all the animals needed as with a powerful howl, sprang forwards and threw themselves at the image of the young man dressed in pajamas that had appeared before them . . .
Vernon grasped Harry by the arm and threw him bodily into a wall. The magic that Harry had been channeling burst forth, and in the wake of the bright flash of light lay a copper and white Siberian Husky where Harry had fallen. Vernon sputtered as the vein in his forehead began to throb visibly. “I'll not have this rubbish in my house boy!” His shouts reverberated in Harry's now sensitive ears, even as he was picked up by the scruff of the neck and dragged out of his bedroom door and down the hall towards the stairs.
Harry struggled, yelping in pain as he was dragged bodily down the flight of stairs, his head bumping on each step though for the life of him he could not figure out why the bloody hell his legs weren't working and a strange sense of vertigo had washed over him. His paws scrabbled for some sort of purchase and a deep snarl left his lupine lips. Vernon grunted, yanking the front door open as he turned, kicking Harry sharply in his ribs and eliciting a yelp of pain.
“Shut up you stupid mongrel!” He hissed viciously as another well placed kick sent Harry flying onto the front walk of the house. “And good riddance, don't even think of coming back here with your freaky ways!” He finished, slamming the door behind him. Now, to rid myself of that ruddy owl... But when Vernon got upstairs, and went into Harry's room there was no sign of Hedwig and the window was wide open. “Bloody bird!” he snarled before closing the window and locking it firmly.
What the... Harry thought to himself as he opened his eyes and slowly looked around. Strangely enough, his vision was sharper now than ever before, even though everything was in shades of grey. There were things moving in the shadows around him, and Harry blinked. It worked, but what the hell am I? Harry continued his train of thought as he struggled to his oversized paws. Paws?! Came the errant question through his mind. He made his way cautiously to a puddle of water that had come from the afternoon thunderstorm and had yet to dry up. Reluctantly, the Boy-Who-Lived glanced downwards into it and what he saw made him blink.
He was a husky, or what appeared to be a husky, large almond shaped ice blue eyes sat amidst a mix of coppery red and white fur. His ears were pointed straight up, though they twitched every so often, hearing something in the shadows. Lifting a paw, Harry realized it was large, almost too large for your standard dog, though he had no idea what that meant or even entailed. But those mystical cerulean orbs shone with intelligence, and without another thought, Harry promptly fainted.
Harry woke a few hours later to the soft sounds of rain as drops fell upon his fur, and rising shakily to his paws he shook himself out, glancing this way and that for somewhere to sleep. Somewhere warm that wasn't a cupboard beneath some staircase. If he was careful he might be able to crawl on his belly under Uncle Vernon's car, but what was to stop the man from running him over when he left for work in the morning? Well, that idea is out. Harry thought to himself before remembering the tunnel that he had used the past year to escape from Dementors with his cousin Dudley. Stealthily he made his way to the tunnel, his head tilting curiously to the side, as he sniffed the air currents. There was no one in the tunnel which suited him just fine, and as he made his way inside he noticed new graffiti had been put up, but he ignored it as he lay down and curled into a ball, though for some reason it hurt to breathe in this position and opted to stretch out on his side instead. Closing his eyes, Harry tried to return to the safety of slumber.
The next few days were enlightening for Harry as he maneuvered his way through the neighborhood digging for scraps in the rubbish bins. He used his powerful sense of smell to discover what people had made and only went to houses that had prepared beef of some sort, ignoring those houses that prepared chicken or fish. Mmm, beef wellington, much better than the scraps I was used to eating when I was at home. Though I don't have a home to go back to anymore. Harry thought as he gazed almost longingly at number Four Privet Drive. He had made his home in the tunnel for the moment, managing to scavenge a blanket that somebody had thrown out to sleep on and it seemed the safest place to be for now.
However, Harry found that he was stuck in this form as he tried, night after night, to change back to his human form and he couldn't figure out why. He stayed out of sight and only ventured out after night had fallen to scavenge for food, knowing it would do no good if he was seen by someone, for they would alert Animal Control and that would be the end of him. Voldemort may not even have the chance to kill me if they catch me. The muggles can do it for him, if I get caught. Sighing to himself as he resolved in his mind to try again tomorrow to change back, as he fell asleep Harry wondered if his life could get any stranger.
~*~
Author's Notes – As you can see, I've started to rewrite this and take my time adding bits and pieces and hopefully I'll answer all the questions I didn't in the original piece. As always, reviews make me happy, feed my muses, and flames get sent to my cat, he loves to bat them around with his paws.