Dreams In Time

TITLE: Dreams In Time 10 of ??
AUTHOR: Casey Snape
PAIRING: Snarry
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: caseysnape@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: The characters and concepts in the following story do not belong to me. I just like to play with them and make them do naughty things to each other. They are the property of JKR, all of her assignees, yada yada yada, so on and so forth, BUT if she ever wants to get rid of Sev, well, I’ve got first dibs.
WARNINGS: Parts of OTP & all of HBP never happened. OOC. AU. Time Travel / MPreg / Graphic Sex / Rimming


From Chapter 9: The Flight Of The Phoenix
Lily made her way out of the DADA classroom just in time to see James, Remus, Peter (ugh) and Sirius curse her Harry. She gasped when she saw his quick reflexes. Before he could notice her, she dropped back into the shadows. The only other person she had ever seen move like that was Severus. She watched curiously as Harry conjured a chair, from nothing, and sat down to question his attackers.

Chapter 10: The Shimmer of A Small Crystal Vial

“Who the hell are you and why the fuck did you attack me?”

Harry was livid. His father! Well, he guessed it was his father. There wasn’t really much of a leap of faith on that one. Not one of the four young men made an effort to answer him. Harry’s hand was resting on his wand, and it itched to cast a couple of spells that weren’t exactly on Hogwarts’ curriculum.

A movement caught his eye, and he looked past the group to see Severus exiting the DADA classroom. Severus saw Alexander sitting facing the stunned and bound Marauders. He leered at Alexander as he closed the classroom door and cast a quick succession of spells protecting their privacy in the humid hallway. “May I offer some assistance, Alex?” Severus inquired with a sneer and raised eyebrow as he pulled a small crystal vial from his robe pocket. He leaned against the wall and waited anxiously for the answer. Oh, this was going to be excellent, especially if the young man took him up on his offer. He had been dying to try out his new, original potion, one he called Veritaserum. He had been working on it for four years, and had finally perfected the formula.

Harry smiled puckishly at Severus. Sweet Mysterious Merlin! The man was lust personified. He was leaning casually against the stone, holding the small shimmering bottle lightly in his hands; his eyes were lit with a devilish gleam, and that mocking smirk! Harry shifted in his seat to conceal his abrupt arousal. He was harder than rock. What was wrong with him? He had just been assaulted and here he was, turned on by the raven haired man. Swallowing shallowly, he answered, “What is that? It won’t do permanent damage, will it?”

“No, more’s the pity. It will simply compel them to tell the truth. They will not be able to perjure themselves.” Harry snorted with amusement. Brilliant! This was exactly what he needed to get to the bottom of this problem. He didn’t want to have to be looking over his shoulder the whole time he was here.

“And you’re sure that it won’t do everlasting harm?” Severus nodded in affirmation. He didn’t know why the frustrating boy was so worried about that anyway. It’s not like anyone would actually miss the Marauders. Well, at least HE wouldn’t miss them.

“Ah, All right then. We can use it.” Harry decided. Severus was elated - overjoyed, although his face betrayed none of his emotions. He took the stopper off the top of the petite bottle and moved toward Sirius Black.
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Cornelius Fudge was taken aback to find himself and his underlings outside the gates of Hogwarts. Last he knew, that pesky canary of Dumbledore’s had started flying around the room. He had turned his head to watch it, and when he turned his head back, he was here – outside Hogwarts, sitting on the damp grass. He stumbled to his feet, brushing himself off as he did so. He marched up to the gate and reached out to open the latch. Flames shot up from around the gate. He fell back, landing on his marshmallow-like buttocks. His group of aurors, reporters and so forth were just getting their bearings straight. Two of the strongest each grabbed one of his arms and hefted him up. He cautiously approached the gate again. The nearer he got, the larger the flames grew.

There was a flare above the gate. He looked up and saw that damned chicken, Fawkes. Fawkes started trilling, and the fire spread around the boundaries of the school. The bird flew down to the Minister’s eye level, and slowly turned its head, first left, then right, and repeated the motion. The bloody bird was shaking its head at him, telling him, The Minister of Magic, ‘no’! Overcome with fury, Cornelius went to strike the bird, but it disappeared in a burst of flames. Fudge smoldered with impotent fury. He would find a way to get back in!

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In the dungeon apartment of Severus Snape, the Potions Master sat silently in his favorite chair. His eyes were on the fire dancing in the ornate fireplace, but that was not what he was seeing. He saw brilliant green eyes, a crooked smile that could light up the darkest night, and perpetually tousled ebony hair. Reaching over to the small table beside him, he picked up his glass and brought it to his lips. As he did, his eyes landed on a piece of worn, yellowed parchment folded neatly on top of the mantle. He quickly threw back the tequila and stalked over to the fireplace.

He grabbed the epistle off the mantle. He knew what it said. He had read it hundreds of times over the last nineteen years. Hell, he’d probably read it that many times in the last twenty-four hours. He sank back into his chair – his Muggle leather recliner. He took the bottle off the side table and poured himself a double shot of Jose’s best. He tossed it back, and after a moment’s deliberation, hurled the glass into the glowing fire. He leaned back in the recliner, putting his feet up. He propped the bottle between his body and the arm of the chair, for easy consumption. Then he began reading that cursed letter again.

The missive had arrived the day after Harry had left. Damn Draven and his intrusive foresight! The letter had told Severus all about Harry – how he wasn’t even born yet, how Voldemort would target the one-year old child. If it wasn’t for the letter, he would, no. He stopped himself from that train of thought. He could not go down that path right now. His hand curled around the worn parchment, balling it up. He stared at it for a long moment, and then flung the wadded letter into the fire. At the last second, he waved his hand and the wrinkled ball landed safely on the mantle. He picked up his wand and cast a spell. The note straightened out, clear of any wrinkles, and folded itself up again. He sighed, picked up the bottle at his side, and drank deeply.

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A slender hand picked up the current day’s Daily Prophet. ‘Well, this is interesting,’ the owner of the hand thought. The stranger chuckled darkly as the article describing the disappearance of the Hero of the Wizarding World. ‘This is the perfect time to make my move.’ The newspaper discarded, the hand picked up a wand and began a complex enchantment. Figures began appearing in the small room the stranger occupied. “My disciples,” the person announced as soon all were present, “Now is the time to begin our attack.”

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As Severus began to administer the potion, Harry called out, “Wait!” Severus stopped, somewhat agitated to be interrupted. Lily breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived. “We need to find a more confidential place. We can’t question them in a hallway outside a partially full classroom.” Severus nodded at the young man’s observation. He thought for a second as he temporarily stopped the vial, and then motioned toward the corridor behind them. “I believe there are a few unused rooms in this direction.” Lily disappeared even more into the shadows. Casting a “Mobilicorpus” on each of the Marauders, Severus and Harry led the bound group in search of an empty classroom.

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As soon as they were out of sight, Lily ran. She thought about going to McGonagall, but decided against it. James was her boyfriend, her soon-to-be husband. She didn’t think her Harry would do anything bad to them, but she knew about Severus’s past with the group. She didn’t want anything to happen to him, or to their other friends. She stopped to get her bearings, and decided to go to Professor Dumbledore. He would know what to do. With that thought, she rounded the corner and spied the gargoyle up ahead. As she neared the statue, she was thrown back by a flash of light. Directly in front of her was Fawkes, the Headmaster’s phoenix. She regained her feet as the bird started nuzzling her cheek. Fawkes started singing, a charming, tender melody that made Lily long for…something, something she couldn’t quite identify. Fawkes let one tear fall as continued his song. As soon as the droplet touched Lily’s face, she felt confused, and then her eyes went vacant.

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Finding an old office, the Slytherin duo led the delinquents in and set them down. The four men were very nervous at this point. By this time, however, Harry had cooled down a bit. He motioned to Severus, who nodded and stepped toward Black. Casting a spell to make him open his mouth, he administered the three drops of potion. He waited a second, watching the pupils in Black’s eyes for the correct indications. Satisfied, he then repeated the actions with each of the others, he closed the vial and leaned against the old, dusty desk.

As soon as Severus closed the bottle, Harry began his interrogation. “What are your names?” he demanded. James, Sirius, and Remus answered promptly, knowing that it was probably the most innocuous question they would be asked. Peter tried to keep quiet, but as the nausea swept over him, he let loose a whoosh of breath and a rushed “Peter Pettigrew!” Severus’s lip curled in satisfaction. His potion seemed to be working perfectly.

Harry asked, “Why did you attack me?” Sirius answered first. “Because you’re a worthless, slimy Slytherin and you keep company with the likes of him.” He jerked his head toward Severus. James and Remus both answered, “You were making fun of Lily this morning when she fainted.” Harry was shaken. He didn’t mean to make fun of her. He was just trying to save face in front of his new classmates. At this point, Peter volunteered, “I…I…they told me to.” Harry sighed and ran his hand over his face. He walked over to Remus and James and knelt down to look at them at eye level.

“That was not my intention. I…,” he thought quickly to explain his reaction, “have a medical condition. I blacked out for a moment, and was trying to...limit my own embarrassment. I never meant to mock anyone.” He stood up and walked toward the door. He stopped for a moment, and stomped back toward Sirius. “I am a Slytherin. Severus has been pleasant to me since I got here. He is also my roommate. I have seen no reason to forsake his company. If you were a mature person, you would be able to realize that House affiliation does not determine a person’s character.” Turning to Peter, he shook his head and quietly stated, “You need to grow a backbone. You can’t be a follower all your life.” He looked over his shoulder at Severus. “Come on, Sev. We need to study for our next exams.”

Severus straightened, dusted off his clothes, and sneered at the quartet. “You will be unable to tell lies for the next…”, he cast a quick Tempus spell, “four hours and twenty-one minutes. I suggest you keep to yourselves unless you want to spill your secrets to the world.” Harry added, “You’ll have ten minutes until you can leave. Have fun,” and cast a spell that would release the bonds in ten minutes. He followed Severus out of the office.

The Marauders had no choice but to sit there. Remus was the first to speak, “I think we acted rashly. We should have talked first and cast spells second. What do you think?” James nodded in agreement. “I know. I just got so upset about Lily. I don’t know what happened to her. She won’t tell me anything.”

Remus thought for a second, thinking of the words he heard Lily whisper before she fainted. “You don’t think that she may be…well, expecting, do you?” Sirius and Peter leaned forward to hear James’s response. “N.., well, I don’t know. It could be possible, I guess. But, if that was the case, why wouldn’t she tell me?”

Remus shook his head. Women were out of his league of understanding. Sirius, however, offered, “Maybe she wants to wait to tell you. You know how women are – they want to make sure that you want them for themselves, not because you feel obligated.” James thought about it. It made sense, in the women-never-make-sense kind of way.

Remus laughed at the look on James’s face. “Don’t think on it too hard, Prongs. You’ll strain something.” James, Sirius and Peter joined in the laughter, bantering back and forth about how hopeless James was when it came to Lily, and how happy Sirius was that Remus wasn’t as hard to understand. At length, Remus shifted to face his lover, “Siri, what do you think about what the new guy said to you?” He knew Sirius was hot-headed and opinionated. He was hoping that somehow, something had gotten through his boyfriend’s thick skull.
Sirius calmed immediately. He answered, “I still think he’s a slimy Slytherin, but I suppose he is not completely worthless. Did you see how fast he took us out? I didn’t even have time to blink! And he was kinder to us than I would have been to him in the same situation. I still don’t like Snivellus. I guess we need to…apologize?” Remus smiled happily as he nodded in affirmation. James smiled, too. No one paid attention to Peter sitting there, silently watching them.