Dreams In Time

TITLE: Dreams In Time 9 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 8: The Cry In The Night
She turned her head and saw Alexander sitting next to Severus. For just a moment, he seemed to shudder, and she saw someone who looked like James, only with her bright green eyes and an unfamiliar lightning bolt scar. It was over as soon as it started. She stared at him, her heart pounding. “My little boy,” she whispered, and fell to the floor in a dead faint.

Chapter 9: The Flight Of The Phoenix

On his first morning in the past, Harry was having a very tough time. He was nervous about classes and exams, for one thing. The second was that every time he looked at Severus, thought about Severus, heard Severus’s voice, Harry was reminded of his dream. And, of course, the reminders caused certain wayward body parts to stand up and pay attention, so to speak. The third was that Severus had called him “Harry” in his dream. As he pulled his new clothes from the wardrobe, he thought back on the conversation with Griphook.

***FLASHBACK***

“Mr. Potter, how wonderful to see you here. I am Griphook. Oh, I apologize, sir. It’s Mr. Harrison right now, isn’t it?”

“How do you know my name?”

“We goblins know quite a lot, young man. I’m afraid that we cannot tell you our secrets, but trust us. Your identity is quite safe with us. Now, I believe that you have a key with you? Good. Let’s go to your vault.”

“Uh, Mr. Griphook, if you wouldn’t mind, that is…could you tell me…what is my real name?”

Griphook stopped dead in his tracks. He looked back at Harry, and blinked in alarm. “Mr. Potter, are you saying that you cannot remember your name? How can that be? You have your key, so you must remember…”
Harry shook his head. “No, that’s just it. I don’t remember. Well, I don’t remember people. Spells and such, I have no problem with. I woke up with this.” Harry pulled the box and key out of his robe and gave it to Griphook.

The goblin accepted the box, looked at it, then looked at Harry. He went back to the desk and sat down, pulling himself up to the desk as he sat. He looked at Harry again, then slowly opened the box. He saw the flower, and the letter. He pulled it out and began reading. He read through it quickly, and then re-read it to be sure. The handwriting was obvious to him. He studied the key for a moment. The key was an ancient one; a type of which had not been used since shortly after the goblins founded the bank. The markings were unfamiliar to him. He pulled out an immense book from the shelf beside the desk and opened it to the front. Finding what he needed, the goblin smiled, or at least tried to. ‘Of course,’ Griphook thought, ‘The man would want his young mate to be well taken care of…’ Griphook carefully folded the letter and placed it back in the box next to the rose. He got to his feet, and crossed the room to where Harry still stood. Handing Harry the box, the goblin gestured for him to follow him.

“Your real name is Harry James Potter. Your mother is Lily Evans Potter, and your father is James Potter. He paused to hand the key over to the young man standing before him. “The vault that we are visiting originally belonged to a man named Draven Prince. Mr. Prince was a gifted seer. He opened this vault specifically for you, as he knew you would need it. Mr. Prince, in a way, is a member of your family. I apologize, but that is all that I can tell you at this time.”

***END FLASHBACK***

Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts. He finished putting his clothes on, and was starting to put on his shoes when it hit him. He smacked himself on the forehead. “You idiot!” He smacked himself again for good measure. Then he began muttering, “He doesn’t’ know your name. It was your dream. Your subconscious substituted your real name because that’s what you wanted to hear.” He realized that he was talking to himself. Laughing at his own stupidity, Harry put on and tied his shoes, got his bag, and went to meet up with Severus.

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Severus was just beginning to descend the stairs when he heard two loud slaps coming from Alexander’s room. He paused for a moment, then heard Alexander’s voice muttering…something. Assuming that everything was alright, the Potions teacher finished walking down the steps. He could not help but to think of the wonderful dream again. It had been on his mind all morning, and part of the night. His body reacted to Alexander, so why was he dreaming about this other man, this ‘Harry’? He couldn’t deny the desire he had felt yesterday. Severus knew that it was something more than just lust. He felt at ease with the newcomer, something that didn’t happen easily, especially since he didn’t even know anything about him. He felt he could be himself, and Alexander would accept him. Severus sighed. Alexander was a very attractive man, but the green-eyed incubus from the dream was absolutely stunning. He frowned. Maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him; guilt and remorse for delving into Alexander’s memories uninvited yesterday. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he was convinced that was it. With that thought, the assistant professor gathered his things and sat down to wait on his roommate.

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After exchanging stilted greetings, Severus and Harry left their rooms for breakfast. Silence met them when the two men entered the Great Hall. Severus sat down at his usual seat at the Slytherin table. It was an empty section at the end closest to the Head table. He usually sat by himself, as he was the only half-blood in the snake house. Harry, naïve to the others’ feelings about Severus, sat down across from the silent man. Startled, Severus looked up at him. Harry ducked his head, then looked down the table at the others and frowned, and then looked back at Severus and smiled. “Well, I guess this means we won’t have to fight the others for the bacon, right?” Severus shook his head while trying to hide his amusement. With the ice broken, both men relaxed and settled in to listen to the Headmaster’s announcements.

They had just tucked into their meal when they heard “LILY!” called from the Gryffindor table. Harry looked up in shock. That couldn’t be, could it? His whole body shook as he watched the drama unfolding at the red and gold table. From what he could see, a petite redhead had passed out on the floor. The professors were beginning to surround her. They motioned for the three young men trying to help her to step back. He saw two immediately pull back. The third didn’t want to leave the girl’s side. The other two had to physically drag him away so that the staff could attend the poor girl. As the young man struggled with his friends, his head tilted back enough for Harry to see his face. At the sight, Harry’s eyes rolled back and he hit the floor.

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Lily came to in the school’s infirmary. Madam Pomfrey was busy scanning her and making sure everything was in order. Lily was in shock. The new student – he was her Harry. She was sure of it. Since her seventeenth birthday, she had been having dreams. At first, she thought they were about James, but then she realized that the young man was closer to her own height, and had her green eyes. She had talked to the young man, and had learned that he was her son. She and James were going to get married and have a son. At least, that is what she hoped. After all, she had once watched a Muggle movie with her family that said, “A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes.” That is what her dreams were, or at least she had thought. Now she was…confused. It had to be Harry. But if it was, why was he here?

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Harry woke almost as soon as he hit the floor. Severus was already by his side. He realized that he, too, had fainted and promptly wished for the floor to swallow him whole. He mumbled something about losing his balance. He was so embarrassed. There was only one way to save face now. He regained his feet, turned to the rest of the Slytherins, smiled as happily as he could, and bowed gracefully. His housemates, thinking that he was making fun of that foolish Gryffindor girl, erupted into loud cheers. Harry bowed again and sat down to finish his breakfast. He missed the menacing looks directed his way by James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin.

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Albus Dumbledore was up to his purple, green and orange wizard’s hat in letters, howlers, ministry officials and concerned citizens. The story of the young hero’s disappearance had been featured in this morning’s Prophet. Since then, the school, and the headmaster, had been bombarded. Witches and Wizards were at the school’s gates, yelling and shouting. The Minister had parked himself in Albus’s office, at HIS desk, and declared that the Minister was taking over the investigation into Harry’s vanishing. Albus fought the impulse to hex the pompous jackass with a very nasty venereal disease curse. That would serve him right.

The Headmaster made his way back up to his office; make that ‘Fudge Central’. The Order was already there waiting on him, as well as the head of the Auror unit and several reporters from various magazines and newspapers. Bloody Merlin, even Swish & Flick was there, and they were a homosexual pornography magazine! As he entered the office, he noticed that all of his Order members had been corralled into the back corner of the office, while all of Fudge’s ‘guests’ were spread out the rest of the office. Anger burned throughout his body. Those few men and women did more to fight Riddle than all the rest of the Wizarding world combined!

As he was getting ready to ‘rip the Minister a new one’, as the young people say, he noticed Fawkes abandon his perch and start circling over the unwanted visitors, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Everyone stopped to watch the phoenix. As the fire drifted downward, everyone other than the Order and Albus began to disappear. When it finally reached the floor, they were gone. Fawkes flew over to Albus, who held his arm out for his familiar. Fawkes cocked his head to the side, and then very deliberately, closed one eye. Albus smiled.

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Harry breezed through his exams that day, much to his surprise. He was leaving the last one of the day, Defense Against The Dark Arts, when he felt something. Someone had just cast a curse at him! He dropped to the floor, rolled, and fired off a series of stunning and binding spells before he even realized that he had his wand in his hand. He rolled to his knees and looked at his captives. He groaned. If he was right, then he had just been attacked by his father and his friends. He released the stunning spells, enabling the quartet to talk, but did not unbind them. Conjuring a chair, he sat down and proceeded to interrogate the group.

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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.