Dreams In Time

TITLE: Dreams In Time 11 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 10: The Shimmer of A Small Crystal Vial

“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.

Chapter 11: The Fall of the Red Rose

Severus woke a short time later, the empty bottle still in his hand. His head was pounding, someone had poured powered dandelion root in his mouth and down his throat, and the room was moving in ways even magic could not cause. He groaned and moaned his way into his private laboratory and found the blessed vial of hangover cure. Only two left, he’d have to make another batch. He drank it in one long swallow. It took seconds to relieve his throbbing head. His mouth and throat lost the thick dry coating and the room stopped swaying. He took a second to thank whatever deities for his most excellent skills as a Potions Master.

He entered his den, and saw the broken glass from the night before. With a wave of his wand and a mumbled charm, he cleaned up the mess. He had just retrieved the drained Jose Cuervo Gold bottle and banished it when he heard a tapping on his Owl Post Window. He crossed over and let the Elf Owl in. He motioned to the resting post near the window. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” He went into his lab and returned momentarily, holding a plump lizard by the tail. The owl let out a high pitched “chee, chee” and lunged for the treat. Severus sniggered. He loved the petite Elf Owls. With the animal occupied with its delicacy, he rescued the message from around its tiny leg. He ruffed the fluff on the back of the owl’s head, “Let yourself out when you’re ready.” He crossed over to his desk and folded himself into his chair. He cautiously stretched out the parchment. “Now, let’s see what we have here.”

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It took the Marauders three hours to find Harry and Severus. They were under a tree near the Quidditch pitch studying Herbology. Severus, of course, could answer anything asked in his sleep. Harry, while better in Herbology than in Potions, still needed a lot of help. From a distance, the pair looked peaceful and oblivious of the four young men approaching. The closer the assembly got, however, the more they became aware that looks can be unreliable. Both Severus and Harry had their wands out and trained on the Gryffindors. Remus nudged Sirius with his shoulder, holding out his hands to indicate that they needed to show that they did not have their wands at the ready. Sirius, not wanting to be in trouble with his tawny lover, complied quickly. James, and finally, Peter followed suit.

Seeing that the men did not have their wands out, Severus and Harry lowered theirs, but still kept them in their grip. James spoke first, “Look, we just…uh…well, we wanted to apologize to you for hexing you. We should not have done it, and all four of us are sorry about it.” Sirius added, “I still hate Sniv…,” he stopped when he saw Harry’s wand twitch, “Sev…,” he coughed as if choking on the word, “Snape, but I guess you are alright, until you prove otherwise. I’m sorry, too. What we did was unwarranted.” Remus, nodding, stepped forward and extended his right hand, “I want to apologize for what my friends and I did. I would like to start over, if you are agreeable. Hi, I’m Remus Lupin.” Harry swung his gaze to the short, round Gryffindor. Peter stammered, “I…I a…apologize for taking p…part in the attack.”

Harry looked at Severus, who was sitting against the tree trunk. He asked, “How much time do they have left?” Severus cast the time spell, “One hour and eleven minutes.” Harry grinned. “Apology accepted. I’m Alexander Harrison,” he shook the hand Remus had extended, “And this is my friend, Severus Snape. Won’t you sit down and join us?” He cocked his head and batted his eyelashes in exaggerated innocence. Severus fought down a laugh. The boy was not gullible, that was sure.

Seeing no way out without offending Alexander, the four sat down on the grass. Harry, seizing the opportunity given to him, jumped right in, “So, do any of you have any girlfriends, or maybe, boyfriends? Is it serious?” Still compelled to answer honestly, James answered, “Lily Evans is my girlfriend. I plan on proposing this weekend.” Severus snorted. Everyone and their cousin could tell that Potter was wand-over-hand for Lily. He supposed now they would start procreating. Remus shyly reached over and caught Sirius’s hand. “Siri and I have been together for two years now.” Sirius looked lovingly at Remus and leaned over and bumped his shoulder. “Yeah, we’re planning on bonding this summer.” Harry chuckled at the shy adoring looks they were giving each other while Severus thought he might be sick right then and there. If his suspicions were right about the group and their animagus forms, then he supposed an anti-flea potion and a flea collar would be an appropriate bonding gift for the young werewolf.

Severus caught Peter’s eye, “Mr. Pettigrew, what about you? Do you have someone special, or is there someone that you have your eye on?” Pettigrew blanched. He started stumbling over his words, trying his best to keep from telling on himself. He scrambled to his feet and started to run. After about ten steps, Peter dropped to his knees and started vomiting violently. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and mumbled something unintelligible. He regained his feet and ran as fast as his short legs could carry him into the castle.

Harry was bewildered at the seventh year’s response. “It couldn’t be that bad, could it?” The three friends just shrugged. “You never know with Peter. He gets a little odd at times,” James answered. Snape was not so sure. He thought he heard Pettigrew say something that sounded like ‘middle’. Deciding that the sniveling creature was hiding something, Severus stood up. “Alexander, I need to talk to the Headmaster about one of my classes. I should be able to catch up with you at dinner. Gentlemen,” he nodded toward the group. He turned on his heel and was gone before Harry could say another word. Turning to the three left there, he asked, “So, what do you three like to do when you’re not hexing innocent students?” All four young men laughed, and proceeded to have a fine conversation about practical jokes, Quidditch, and the best looking students in the school.

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Severus stared at the letter in his hand. Why would Griphook write to him now? He started quickly scanning down the page. This was…interesting. He got up and went to look for something to drink. He needed something with a bigger kick to it than coffee or tea. Finding a bottle of vodka, he poured two fingers worth and sat down again at his desk. He took a large gulp of the clear liquid and began reading again.

Potions Master Snape,

As you may be aware of, I am in charge of certain hereditary vaults at Gringotts. Included in those are the vaults for your family, the Potters, and the Blacks. Each vault is spelled so that it will automatically pass to the heir specified when the holder departs this life. This is the way it has been since the bank was founded.
It has come to my attention that the vault belonging to the Black family, specifically a Mr. Sirius Black, did not pass to the beneficiary upon Mr. Black falling through the veil two years ago. Mr. Black had named Mr. Harry James Potter and Mr. Remus Lupin-Black as his inheritors. As this is unusual, I immediately began to investigate.
In the last two years, I have learned that there were numerous spells placed on Mr. Black by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. Among these were very strong protection and retrieval spells designed to protect Mr. Black in an instance such as falling through the veil. In this case, the spells would sustain Mr. Black until such a time that he could be rescued. Therefore, it is my opinion that Mr. Black is not dead. That is the reason the vault did not pass to Mr. Potter and Mr. Lupin-Black.
I have written to you, to Mr. Remus Lupin-Black, and to Headmaster Albus Dumbledore to inform you of my findings. It is my belief that it will take all three of you to rescue Mr. Black. I will be available at two o’clock on Sunday afternoon, at my office in Gringotts, to discuss my findings with the three of you.

Griphook
Hereditary Vaults Manager
Gringotts Bank


Severus took another deep drink. The mutt was alive. He muttered an vow to Harry to help his dogfather as he got to his feet and fire-called the Headmaster. Albus answered immediately. “Albus, have you gotten a letter from Griphook?” The old man nodded. “Move back, Albus, I’m coming through.” Severus stepped into the fireplace and exited into the Headmaster’s office. He had not even taken two steps before the fire turned green again, this time with Remus rushing out at them. “Albus, Severus, did you get the letter? Is it true?” Remus was frantic. Albus, the twinkle in his blue eyes dulled by confusion, answered, “Sit down, gentlemen. It seems we have something to discuss.”

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Severus followed Pettigrew. Peter, the idiot, appeared to be lost. He ran down a corridor off the third floor, hysterically trying all the doors until he found one that opened. Severus shook his head. Really, did the fool forget there were spells to open locked doors? Peter collapsed on the dusty floor and promptly vomited again. Severus quickly entered the room and quietly shut the door, casting non-verbal locking spells behind him. Wrinkling his impressive nose in distaste, he case a cleaning spell on the mess Peter had made. Peter jumped in surprise. He scuttled backward trying to get away from the intimidated Slytherin. “Peter, Peter, Peter,” Severus drawled, “Whom do you care for?” Peter looked beyond Severus to the door. “Don’t even think about it. There is no way for you to escape.” Pettigrew was terrified of the dark haired man. Severus started walking slowly toward Peter, the tap of his shoes echoing in the room as he moved. Peter forgot that he was an animagus. He forgot that he was a wizard. Severus held out his wand toward Peter. As he started to speak, the round little man let his secret burst forth, “Tom Riddle. I’m in love with Tom Riddle.”

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After a pleasant talk with Sirius, Remus, and James, and an equally pleasant dinner with Severus and the rest of the Slytherins, Harry decided to go for a walk. He entered the small rose garden not too far from the lake. As he stopped to sit on the bench, he noticed that he wasn’t alone. The redhead from this morning was there. “Excuse me, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll just be on my way.” He turned to leave when she cried, “Harry, wait!” He stopped short. Did she just call him ‘Harry’? He guardedly turned to face her, “Pardon?” He knew this was Lily, his mother. Lily took a seat on the bench and motioned for Harry to sit down. She took a deep breath, and began to tell him about her dreams of him, how she saw through his concealment charms and glamour, and how she knew he had to be from the future.

Harry was in shock, to put it mildly. Lily, his mother, knew him. As she talked, he began to remember. He remembered Petunia, Dudley, and Vernon, and the cupboard under the stairs. He remembered ‘Harry hunting’ and having to do all the work. He remembered being starved for days and yelled at for everything that went wrong. He remembered that his mother and father were gone, dead, and he had never had the chance to know them.

Lily noticed Harry’s eyes glaze over in thought as she talked. She also knew that he was still listening. “Are you alright, Harry? What’s wrong?” Harry stared at her for a moment, and then grabbed her up in a fierce embrace. “I am so glad to see you, Mum. I’ve missed you so much.” Caught off guard, Lily sat motionless for a moment, and then returned the hug with equal fervor. He didn’t remember anything after leaving for the Hogwarts Express, but he didn’t care. For the next week and a half, he had his parents.

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Severus stood at the edge of the rose garden. He hung his head in sorrow as he watched Alexander embrace Lily. He let the single red rose he held drop from his hand as he silently walked away.