Dreams In Time

TITLE: Dreams In Time 14 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 / Masturbation / Voyeurism / Mention of BDSM

Author’s Notes:
Carmarthen was the birthplace of Merlin according to Geoffrey of Monmouth. The name Carmathen itself is said to derive from the Welsh name for the town, 'Caerfyrddin', which means Merlin's fortress ("Caer"-Fortress, "Myrddin"-Merlin). There are many places surrounding Carmarthen with names associating it with Merlin such as Brynn Myrrdin, "Merlin's Wood".
Medieval Terms: http://www.renaissancemagazine.com/glossary.html
Keary is a Celtic name that means father’s dark child. Vala is an Old English name that means chosen. Draven is Old English and means true defender of love. Aislinn is Irish Gaelic, meaning dream or vision, inspiration.
Symbolism: The Serpents: Celtic symbol using four intertwined serpents; means ageless wisdom, immortality via self renewal. Lightning: Nordic symbol of eightfold lightning bolts, highly energetic, enlightened effort. Griffin: European - Guardian of treasures. Phoenix: No known origin – Rising from the ashes of the fires of transformation: rebirth and renewal.

From Chapter 13: The Slamming of the Door

The slender hand practiced the wand movements to mark the prisoners tomorrow would bring. The Master did not intend to kill everyone, as the idiot Voldemort had. No, the Master intended to kill only those who were foolish enough to fight against them. Those that surrendered would be marked. Satisfied with the charm, the Master smiled. The followers surrounding the Master cowered in fear when a high-pitched laugh filled the air.

Chapter 14: THE CONTENTS OF THE BOX

The year was 961. A tall, lean young man walked through the crowd in the keep; the people parting before him as if by some magical force. This was not magic, however. He knew magic. He was magic. This, for all it seemed, was actually fear. Their fear of the Great Seer, the High Mage of Carmarthen, and Guardian of Brynn Myrrdin kept all of them from coming near the young man. He was slender, but well built; his fine, sable hair fell just past his shoulder blades; his eyes were the darkest of blue, the color of midnight; and his nose was large, perhaps too large for his face, and slightly hooked. He was dressed in the finest of tunics, braies, gabardine and buskin. Unlike his predecessors, he did not carry a staff. He favored a wand, although wandless and wordless magic came to him with the ease of breathing. In the center of his tunic was a crest, not of the Lord of the keep, but one of his own. There was a shield divided into four equal parts: the top right side had a circle of four intertwined serpents, the top left was the Phoenix. At the bottom right was the Griffin, and the bottom left was the Nordic lightening. The symbol was his, a heraldry of who he was and the characteristics of his line.

He entered the stone cottage that he had called home since his birth. His mother and father were both long departed from this realm. He and his wife, Aislinn, had two young children; a boy, Keary, with looks much like his father with long dark locks, a large, slightly hooked nose and eyes the color of darkness. The girl was called Vala, and was the image of her mother; thick, lush auburn hair, a pert little nose, and eyes that would put even the deepest emerald to shame. His wife greeted him as he swept the children up in his arms for kisses and hugs. He could feel the strong magic coming from his children. He had known this day would come, from the first time he had held his children.

He smiled at the potent smell of tinctures and tonics brewing in the corner of their small home. Aislinn did so love to concoct the infusions. She had created many that had helped not only their own people, but the non-magical as well. Little Keary shared his mother’s passion for mixing herbs and ingredients together. The boy was also gifted in spell-crafting. It would not take much for his son to surpass his own talent in that area. His daughter, Vala, was a Seer without equal, and even at such a young age, outstripped in his talented wife in the field of conjuring and changing things. ‘Yes,’ he sighed as he thought, ‘the day has come.’ “Come, children. Let us give your mother a moment’s rest while we work off some of your energy.” The children squealed excitedly, as Aislinn caught her husband’s eye. Not a word was spoken between them, but she knew. Blinking back the sudden tears that rushed to her bright green eyes, she smiled at him and nodded her assent.

He took the children beyond the confines of the keep. They came to stop on a grassy slope near a very old willow tree. “Keary,” he called, “Come sit with me a moment while your sister runs.” The boy readily came to his father’s side. He laid his hand on his son’s head and began to chant softly. The boy felt the change, the feeling of power being limited, restrained. Hesitantly, he looked up at his father, who smiled down at him in reassurance. “It is all right, my son. There is much power in you. This power will only serve to cause you and your blood pain. I have placed a lock on it, to help keep you from persecution by those who seek to use our power for their own. When the time is right, the lock will open, and power will be returned. You are strong, Keary. Your blood line will be strong, each son being stronger than the last.” At his son’s nod of understanding, he bade him, “Go, now, to play, and send your sister to me.” The boy did as his father told him.

Vala climbed into her father’s lap, as daughters are likely to do. She took his face in her small hands and leaned up to place a sloppy, smacking kiss on his large nose, then dropped down and giggled. “Papa, I got your nose!” She laughed. Her father laughed also. He threaded his hands through her long hair, chanting a similar spell as he had done with his son. The young girl cocked her head to the side as if to ascertain what her father was doing. Seeing his eyes closed in concentration, she smiled softly. ‘Ah, the time has come.’ Out loud, she placed her hand on her father’s larger one, causing him to open his eyes. “It’s alright, Papa. I know what is happening. It will turn out for the greater good in the end.” The man gulped back the lump that always appeared when his daughter revealed her wisdom and perception. Ending the incantation, he set her on her feet, called for Keary, and led them back to their home.

Aislinn greeted them with anxious eyes and expression. He nodded, and she dropped her head. She did so hate to see her children restricted, but she understood it was for the best. Keary and Vala ran past her into the cottage. Her husband stopped before her, caught her chin, and gifted her with a scorching kiss that sent flames sparking down her body all the way to her toes. He ended the kiss, and rubbed his cheek against hers. “I have some correspondence. I will not be long.” He gathered his supplies, and headed to the wooden table in the center of the room. Aislinn let her gaze linger on her husband for a moment, and then proceeded to shoo the children away from their father in order for him to work.

The man took the parchment and wrote out four letters. One was to one who would become a traitor, who would help save those in need. The second was to a descendent of his son, a man who, unfortunately, looked much like himself. The third was to a descendent of his daughter, one who would inherit her brilliant smile and luminous green eyes. The last letter was addressed to the goblins that had just founded a Wizarding Bank called Gringotts. He spelled each of the letters to be delivered on the proper dates, then proceeded to sign them with his distinctive flourish, ‘Draven Prince’.

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Draco Malfoy was confused. A letter had suddenly appeared on his desk. Being a Slytherin, he cast several spells before touching the parchment. It was very old, from the looks of it, and sealed with a crest he had never seen before, one that featured a phoenix, a griffin, snakes and lightning? Satisfied that it was safe to open, he unfolded the missive and began to read. Suddenly, he dropped the letter, jumped up and scurried backward, half in shock, half in fear. “Bloody Hell!” He swore. He took a moment to regain his composure, then cautiously approached the desk again. He knew it was true. He knew what he would have to do. He scanned the signature again. It read ‘Draven Prince’. He folded the letter carefully, and went to find the ones he would need to help him.

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Severus stared in astonishment at the werewolf in his sitting room. He started to say something, but the words would not come out. He tried again, with similar results. Finally, he whirled around and went to the bar on the far side of the room. Pulling out a bottle of Ogden’s Best, he poured liberal amounts in two glasses. Charming the bottle to follow along after him, he took the glasses and set one on the low conversation table in front of the sofa. The other, he took with him to his favorite chair. The bottle floated to the table beside the chair and came to rest. He motioned for Lupin to have a seat on the sofa as he took a very long drink of his firewhiskey. Remus considered for a moment, and then sat down. He hefted the book onto the table and picked up the glass, mimicking Severus’s action. Swallowing thickly, Remus requested, “Tell me everything you know.”

Severus sighed heavily. This was not something he wanted to go over with the man. He touched the cool glass to his forehead as he let his eyes flutter closed in memory for a moment. He lowered his glass, placed it to his lips and drained it. Setting it aside, he leaned forward and began, “I didn’t know anything until he told me, and by then, it was too late.”

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Ron nearly fell off of the chair at Hermione’s excited shriek. He soared to his feet and spun around, expecting to see Death Eaters or spiders or something equally terrifying threatening them. All he saw was his girlfriend, dust clinging everywhere; especially on two of his favorite bits, holding an old book that looked like it weighed more than she did. Her eyes gleamed excitedly. He groaned inwardly. THAT look in her eyes meant that he would be stuck here for hours. She grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back toward the table. “This has got to have the answer! I just know it.” She began flipping pages in her own ‘carefully-frantic’ way as he settled in for the long haul.

She had just started her second parchment of notes when they heard someone clearing his throat. Looking up, the remaining two of the Golden trio saw Draco Malfoy standing in front of them, looking even paler than usual and extremely nervous. “What do you want, Ferret-face?” Ron demanded. Hermione poked him with her elbow. “Malfoy, is there some reason you have come here?” Draco nodded as he cleared his throat again. He motioned to the chair on the opposite side of the table, “May I sit?” Ron started to answer, but Hermione broke it, “Yes, I suppose it would be alright.” Draco sat down and placed his wand parallel to himself on the table. He then cautiously took out the letter. Hermione and Ron, seeing his gesture with the wand, did the same themselves. At their action, Draco started, “I have a story I need to tell you…”

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Harry could not explain what had happened. He got up and began pacing back and forth. There was no logical explanation, was there? His eyes fell on the box that had been in his pocket when he came to this time. He grabbed it and crawled up to the middle of the bed. He opened it and began pulling out the contents. First was the key. He studied it for a moment. There were four symbols on the key, two of which he recognized. Those were the Phoenix and the Griffin. The others were unusual. One kind of looked like a bunch of snakes, and the other, well he wasn’t sure. Putting the key aside, he took out the rose. ‘That is unusual,’ he thought, then his mind flashed to earlier in the evening. Could this be? He thought back to the preservation charms Severus had placed on the flower. He turned it over. Yes, this was the rose. The one Severus dropped and the one he had given back to Severus, which meant… Hurriedly, he dropped the rose on the bed and picked up the letter. He scanned through it, coming to rest on the signature. ‘S’ was all it said. ‘S’ had to stand for Severus. It just had to. The letter sounded like him. Harry smiled widely. That meant that they were together in the future. The smile turned into a frown. It still didn’t explain how he knew his real name now. He flopped back onto the bed. His head was really beginning to hurt. He closed his eyes to think for a moment, and fell into a restless sleep.

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Charlie Weasley slammed out of his parents’ house. He was restless. He walked through the orchard a few times, which did nothing to ease his mood. He looked back at the house as he rummaged around in his pocket. Pulling out a coin he was given just the day before, he clenched it in his hand. He looked from the house to his fist, then back to the house again. Remembering his mother’s words about ‘Harry bloody Potter’, he grimaced. He opened his hand even as he grasped his wand in the other one. One last look at the Burrow, and he touched the tip of the wand to the coin. The portkey activated, and he was carried away to The Master.

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Severus had not slept all night. He kept circling his room, trying to come up with some explanation for what he did. Hell, even he didn’t know why that name had come out. All he knew was that, one moment, he was thinking of Alexander doing all these wonderful, sinful things to him, and the next moment, it was the lad with the green eyes. He couldn’t deny however much he wanted to, that the image of ‘Harry’ was what had pushed him over the edge. He had to find a way to get this ‘Harry’ out of his head.

He stopped moving and looked at the clock above his wardrobe. The hand was at, ‘Too early to be awake.’ It was still a long way to breakfast. Making a quick decision, he pulled on his robes and went across to the fireplace. He grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it into the banked flames. “Malfoy Manor,” he sang out and stepped through.

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Harry woke at a surge of magic. Casting a quick spell, he realized it had come from the floo network, in an outgoing pattern. He wiped a sleepy hand over his face and sat up. He cleared away the letter, rose, and key. A quick ‘tempus’ spell proved that he had time to get ready before making the extremely early breakfast. After a quick shower, he dressed and prepared to leave. At the last moment, he grabbed the box and dropped it into the pocket of his robe.

He entered the Great Hall to see that only Professor Flitwick and three students already there. One of the students was Lily, his mother. She cast a concerned look at him as he passed by. He smiled unhappily at her as he sat to eat his meal. When he was almost through, he saw her motioning to him to meet her out front. He moved his head slightly in what could have been a nod, and she left. He quickly finished up and went to find her.

Lily was of the side of the front steps of the school when he caught up with her. “You look like shite warmed over,” she remarked, “what happened last night?” Harry smirked wryly at her comment. “Thanks Mum.” He sat heavily on one of the stone benches, and told her the whole story, well, the whole story minus a few personal items. He told her of his first meeting with Severus, the trip to Diagon Alley, their dinner at the Leaky Cauldron, everything. Lily listened intently. She didn’t interrupt him, or offer any comments until she was sure that he was finished.

“And you are sure you never mentioned your real name to him?” She already knew the answer, but she had to ask anyway, even if it was rhetorical. At his sharp glance, she let out the breath she unknowingly had been holding. “Have you talked to him yet?” Harry shook his head. To tell the truth, he didn’t know what to say. What did you say to someone when you had violated their privacy, heard your name, and then heard your real name – one that the person wasn’t supposed to know? If he hadn’t been sneaking around where he wasn’t supposed to, everything would be fine. Lily came to a conclusion. “Don’t say anything to him. Just – say ‘hi’ and such. I need to look up something. I’ll let you know later what I find out, ok?”

Harry looked up at his mother. This side of her reminded him of…someone. He smiled, and answered with a smart, “Yes, Ma’am.” She smiled indulgently back at him, cuffed him softly on the back of the head and gave a quick kiss to his brow. “Behave and do well on your tests,” she admonished before heading back into the castle.
Harry laughed softly as he watched her go. ‘So,’ he thought, ‘this is what it is like to have a parent.’

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James, Remus, and Sirius watched Lily as she left Alexander. Remus and Sirius looked questioningly at each other, then at James. James shrugged, and started walking toward the young man. The couple followed him, wondering if they were going to have to hex James to keep him from doing anything more foolish than they had already done.

Harry looked up and saw his father and father’s two best friends coming toward him. He groaned. ‘Of course, he saw that. That is SO my luck.’ He greeted them with a sheepish smile as he stood. James stopped a short distance away. “Was that my Lily I just saw leaving?” Harry nodded, “Yeah, she was helping me with a problem I’m having…you know…with a guy that I maybe like.” Comprehension crept into James’s eyes, and he smiled genuinely at the newcomer. Yes, that sounded like Lily. “Anything we can do to help?” He asked. Harry smiled back, relieved at James’s reaction. “No, I think she’s come up with something. She just has not told me yet.”
All three men laughed. Remus replied, “Don’t worry, she’ll tell you soon enough, and when she does, it will be so perfect and simple that you’ll wonder why you didn’t think of it yourself.” Sirius clapped Alexander on the back, “So, let’s get to those exams, shall we?” The four laughed again as they headed into the castle.

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Remus Lupin snapped his gaping mouth closed. “All this time…you knew? And you couldn’t…? You had to watch…? How did you do it?”

Severus shrugged, “What else could I do? There was no choice, really.”

Severus jumped slightly at the sudden bark of laughter coming from the werewolf. “And I thought I had it bad. Mercy, Sev, no wonder you’ve been in a bad mood for almost twenty years!”

The Potions Master smirked in spite of himself. “Yes, well, that does tend to dampen one’s mood.” Remus threw back the last of his glass of firewhiskey. He stood up, and Severus did the same. Remus extended his hand, and the professor cautiously took it. Remus placed his other hand on Severus’s shoulder as they shook hands. “You’re a good man, despite everything else I or Siri have ever said. I’ll see you Sunday?”

Severus blinked, surprised. “Yes, of course. Thank you Lup…,” he halted at the frown forming on Remus’s face, “Remus.” The werewolf managed a tight smile and nod, picked up his album, and left the same way he came.

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As suspected, Lucius was not awake when Severus flooed into the Manor. The couple’s house elf, Dobby, greeted him and showed him to the study to wait on his cousin. Luc sleepily descended the stairs, pushing his long blonde hair away from his eyes and stifling many yawns. One look had the married man biting back a sarcastic remark and hurrying to his cousin’s side. “What happened? Are you hurt?” Lucius was worse than a mother hen at times. Severus turned to face the older man, “I…I ruined it. All of it.” He slid off the chair to the floor and brought his knees up to his chest. It was then that Malfoy knew there was something special about Alexander. Severus would not act this way about just anyone. In fact, he didn’t think Severus had been this upset when his beloved mother died. Luc sat in the chair and pulled the young man toward him. Severus turned toward his cousin’s knee and began to cry.

Lucius ran his fingers through the boy’s hair, murmuring comforting words as he did. After a few moments, the sobs became quiet huffs, then regular breaths. Severus looked up to Luc, “Thank you.” Lucius placed his hand on Sev’s cheek, “Think nothing of it. It’s what family does. Now, can you tell me what has gotten you so upset?” Severus nodded slowly as he slid backwards to fully face the blonde man. After a pause to gather his thoughts, he began to tell his cousin and best friend everything.

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Three hours later, Lucius finally made it back to bed. Glancing at the clock as he entered the bedroom he shared with his beautiful wife, he missed the movement in the corner of the room. He took off his robe and wearily began to climb into bed. A loud ‘crack’ split the air. Lucius jumped and turned. His eyes fell on the figure in the corner. His shy, demure wife was standing there – in muggle leather stiletto knee boots, a bra and panty set made of chain mail, elbow-length leather gloves, and holding a six-foot leather whip. The leather mask she wore over her eyes did nothing to hide the wicked gleam shining in them. He dropped to his knees and bowed his head low to hide the excited grin on his face, “How can I please you, Mistress?”

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Cornelius Fudge and most of the other Ministry officials had long left the building when the first attack came. The doors exploded inward and shattered into millions of pieces that flew everywhere. Several figures dressed in blood red robes spilled into the lobby. The leader gestured to those on the right to continue in that direction. Turning, the leader did the same for those on the left. The leader then headed up, to the Minister’s office. “Yes,” the Master whispered, “This is all too easy.”