Dreams In Time
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
28,604
Reviews:
59
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Curse of the Longbottom
The next two days passed quickly, too quickly for Severus. He tried to be subtle, to not give anything away. He had a feeling that he failed miserably. He kept watching Harry, watching for any sign that it was starting to happen, not wanting to miss a second of seeing Harry’s stunning face or luminous green eyes. Someone screamed. Oh brilliant bloody hell! Longbottom’s potion, again. At least Harry was his partner. Now he had an excuse to keep him after class. As he spelled the mess away, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class.
“Potter,” he barked, “You will remain in your seat to explain that wretched thing you dare to call a potion.”
“Yes sir.” Harry started, then quickly looked toward his friends. “You guys go on. I’ll catch up.”
“Sure, Harry. Just remember we have Charms in 10 minutes.” Hermione replied.
Severus walked over to Harry’s desk, silently contemplating how to handle this. Harry started to stammer something about the potion, but Severus quickly stopped him.
“Harry, do you trust me?”
Harry was confused. Snape just called him Harry. He had never done that before, even through all those meetings with the order, the extra defense lessons they had been forced to endure, and all the other times they had been alone together. Harry looked at him for a moment, trying to gauge the older man’s intentions. He thought he saw something in Snape’s eyes – worry – and something else that he couldn’t place. His answer was given with a such a heartfelt conviction of honesty that it surprised both of them.
“Yes, sir.”
Severus blinked, surprise and relief flashing in his dark eyes before he caught them and schooled his expression back to his traditional mask. “Good. Then I need you to take this. Don’t ask what it is, and don’t open it until after dinner tonight, when you are alone. Do not tell anyone, not even Granger and Weasley about this. It is extremely important.” Severus handed him a small box. “That is all. You may go.”
Harry looked at him for a moment more, stuffed the box into his robe pocket, and scrambled out of the room. ‘That was strange. Wonder what all that was about?’ He looked at the clock. SHIT! He had just enough time to make it to class if he ran full speed the whole way.
Snape watched as Harry ran out of the classroom. As Harry rounded the corner out of Severus’s sight, Severus turned and stalked over to his desk. As he dropped wearily into his chair, he sighed heavily, dropped his head into his hands, and prayed to whatever deities would listen. “I hope you’ll understand why I had to do this one day. Please, Harry, please forgive me.”
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He managed to reach the Charms classroom without a second to spare. He glanced apologetically at his friends as he slid into his seat between Hermione and Neville.
“Today, class,” Professor Flitwick started, “we will begin learning a series of complex Memory Charms. Each of you will have a chance to try out the charms. You will all split off into pairs now.”
‘Oh BLOODY HELL! NO!’ Harry’s mind screamed. He was paired with Neville, again. He liked Neville. He really did. It was just that Neville, well, he was Neville. He did not do anything well. Okay, he did do well in Herbology, but that was it. ‘Knowing my luck, my brain will be turned into a whimpering, bubbling ball of goop. Well, at least then, they can put it in a jar and keep it on a shelf in Snape’s office.’
Harry went first. Everything went well. While the charm and counter-charm did not work perfectly, it was close. Now it was Neville’s turn. Neville started the words to the charm, but he suddenly sneezed in the middle. Blue sparks flew out of his wand and caught Harry in the chest. He fell backward, clutching at anything and everything in order to keep from falling. His hands flailing into the air, he braced himself for impact with the hard stone floor. He heard a faint scream, and everything went black.
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Hermione screamed. Ron grabbed Neville by the collar of his robes. “What did you do?” he demanded. Neville started stuttering and crying. “I I d-d-didn’t m-mean to d-d-do anything. I-I’m s-s-sorry.”
“Oh, dear. Mr. Weasley, Kindly leave off of Mr. Longbottom and take your seat. Now, if everyone would settle down, we will see if we can perhaps sort this matter out presently.” Professor Flitwick ordered. The diminutive man went to the classroom fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder from a jar on the hearth into the fireplace and called out for Professor Dumbledore.
“Yes, Filius?” Professor Dumbledore answered.
“Sir, we seem to have a problem,” Flitwick answered, “We are working on complex memory charms. Mr. Potter and Mr. Longbottom were paired together, and Mr. Longbottom had a slight problem with his. Now, well, now Mr. Potter has disappeared.”
Professor Dumbledore looked distressed. He sighed heavily. “Send all the children except Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Longbottom to their common rooms. I will be right there.”
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“Potter,” he barked, “You will remain in your seat to explain that wretched thing you dare to call a potion.”
“Yes sir.” Harry started, then quickly looked toward his friends. “You guys go on. I’ll catch up.”
“Sure, Harry. Just remember we have Charms in 10 minutes.” Hermione replied.
Severus walked over to Harry’s desk, silently contemplating how to handle this. Harry started to stammer something about the potion, but Severus quickly stopped him.
“Harry, do you trust me?”
Harry was confused. Snape just called him Harry. He had never done that before, even through all those meetings with the order, the extra defense lessons they had been forced to endure, and all the other times they had been alone together. Harry looked at him for a moment, trying to gauge the older man’s intentions. He thought he saw something in Snape’s eyes – worry – and something else that he couldn’t place. His answer was given with a such a heartfelt conviction of honesty that it surprised both of them.
“Yes, sir.”
Severus blinked, surprise and relief flashing in his dark eyes before he caught them and schooled his expression back to his traditional mask. “Good. Then I need you to take this. Don’t ask what it is, and don’t open it until after dinner tonight, when you are alone. Do not tell anyone, not even Granger and Weasley about this. It is extremely important.” Severus handed him a small box. “That is all. You may go.”
Harry looked at him for a moment more, stuffed the box into his robe pocket, and scrambled out of the room. ‘That was strange. Wonder what all that was about?’ He looked at the clock. SHIT! He had just enough time to make it to class if he ran full speed the whole way.
Snape watched as Harry ran out of the classroom. As Harry rounded the corner out of Severus’s sight, Severus turned and stalked over to his desk. As he dropped wearily into his chair, he sighed heavily, dropped his head into his hands, and prayed to whatever deities would listen. “I hope you’ll understand why I had to do this one day. Please, Harry, please forgive me.”
**************
He managed to reach the Charms classroom without a second to spare. He glanced apologetically at his friends as he slid into his seat between Hermione and Neville.
“Today, class,” Professor Flitwick started, “we will begin learning a series of complex Memory Charms. Each of you will have a chance to try out the charms. You will all split off into pairs now.”
‘Oh BLOODY HELL! NO!’ Harry’s mind screamed. He was paired with Neville, again. He liked Neville. He really did. It was just that Neville, well, he was Neville. He did not do anything well. Okay, he did do well in Herbology, but that was it. ‘Knowing my luck, my brain will be turned into a whimpering, bubbling ball of goop. Well, at least then, they can put it in a jar and keep it on a shelf in Snape’s office.’
Harry went first. Everything went well. While the charm and counter-charm did not work perfectly, it was close. Now it was Neville’s turn. Neville started the words to the charm, but he suddenly sneezed in the middle. Blue sparks flew out of his wand and caught Harry in the chest. He fell backward, clutching at anything and everything in order to keep from falling. His hands flailing into the air, he braced himself for impact with the hard stone floor. He heard a faint scream, and everything went black.
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Hermione screamed. Ron grabbed Neville by the collar of his robes. “What did you do?” he demanded. Neville started stuttering and crying. “I I d-d-didn’t m-mean to d-d-do anything. I-I’m s-s-sorry.”
“Oh, dear. Mr. Weasley, Kindly leave off of Mr. Longbottom and take your seat. Now, if everyone would settle down, we will see if we can perhaps sort this matter out presently.” Professor Flitwick ordered. The diminutive man went to the classroom fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder from a jar on the hearth into the fireplace and called out for Professor Dumbledore.
“Yes, Filius?” Professor Dumbledore answered.
“Sir, we seem to have a problem,” Flitwick answered, “We are working on complex memory charms. Mr. Potter and Mr. Longbottom were paired together, and Mr. Longbottom had a slight problem with his. Now, well, now Mr. Potter has disappeared.”
Professor Dumbledore looked distressed. He sighed heavily. “Send all the children except Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Longbottom to their common rooms. I will be right there.”
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