A Terrible Temptation

Polylove Challenge

Fate causes Severus to become trapped in Harry Potter’s body, while Potter lies unconscious in the hospital wing.
While he adjusts to his new life, he starts seeing Hermione in an entirely new wand snd so does she, not knowing that she is falling for Professor Snape.
Once Severus returns to his body he doesn’t know which path to take and Hermione realizes that something really odd happened with Harry.

Date due: Valentines day.
Requirements:
1. It must start at Hermione’s seventh year.
2. Albus should oppose to any relation between H/S.
3. Legimens must be used somehow.
4. Only the staff must know about the body switch.
5. Extra bonus for any of this:
a. Rita Skeeter meddling in everybody affairs.
b. Snape at the Dursleys.
c. The phrase: Wow, that’s Freudian!.
6. Use any POV you like, any style you prefer. Make it romance, humor, angst, fluff, whatever you want.
7. Any rate. Any length.


Chapter One – A Knock at the Door

Severus Snape stood on the doorstep of Number 4 Privet Drive with an expression of loathing plastered to his face. It was streets like this that made what Voldemort was planning seem sensible and right. The sameness of the houses, the complete lack of personality in the yards and cars made him think of ants. There was a hive mentality in these Muggles that seemed to preclude original thought.

He rapped on the door feeling irritated and taking perverse pleasure in the sound of scurrying feet from within. The door swung open and the Potions Professor looked down at his least favorite student with a sneer. He didn’t have the pleasure of looking down as far as he used to -- the boy came up to his chin now.

“Professor Snape?” The boy gasped, doing an excellent imitation of a carp as his jaw hung open. His hair was its usual tumble of messy black, sticking up in all directions. His glasses were broken again and his clothes were a ragbag assortment of garments that should have graced a waste bin long ago.

“Are you packed and ready to go, Potter?” He demanded, quite sure that the boy would have put it all off to the last moment.

“Yes, Professor, I’ll go get my things.” Severus stepped into the hallway and eyed the fussy décor with disfavor. Harry stormed the staircase as though he was taking on Death Eaters and Severus tapped his wand against his thigh in impatience.

A rotund creature with a flap of mud-colored hair and a tiny mustache emerged from what Severus assumed must be the living room. It wore a suit that was hard-pressed to hold in his girth, a ridiculous little bow tie and an expression of sneering contempt that hed hed Severus’ own.

“Who are you?” The Creature demanded.

“A very dangerous and impatient Wizard.” Severus snapped back and watched the man turn purple with apoplexy. Severus wondered how many insults it would take to push the man into a coronary and decided that Dumbledore would not be amused to know the answer to that.

“You’re one of those FREAKS! Get out of my home, get out!” The man began to scream in a high-pitched manner reminiscent of Snape’s Great Aunt Calliope when she spotted a rodent in her kitchen.

“In my own time and after I have fetched the boy.” His own lack of affection for Potter must have shown in his voice, for the Thing squinted at him doubtfully.

“You’re taking him away again?” It asked with the unsubtle craftiness of the terminally stupid.

“Correct.” He hated bandying words with this Muggle but the boy was taking his own sweet time with the luggage.

“Good! Keep him this time. He’ll be eighteen next Jand and we don’t want him in this house again.” Severus could sympathize with their desire to be rid of Potter but he was surprised by their reaction. First to be called a ”freak” and then to find that perfect Potter wasn’t adored by them in the simpering manner he had assumed they would have seized his curiosity.

“I am sure it could be arranged.” He assumed a bored expression, pushing any interest in the boy into a far dark part of his mind.

“Good, good. Then we can be done with him and go back to a normal life without all this strange nonsense.” It nodded to him, as though they had agreed on something and Severus was appalled by the Creature’s vulgarity.

No wonder Potter was such an unmannered brat, if he had been raised by this crude and dictatorial not-so-little beast.

The boy-who-lived-to-be-a-thorn-in-his-side came down the stairs clutching a birdcage, a trunk and sporting a blackening eye that hadn’t been there before. After him came a smaller, though hardly miniature version of the Creature in the suit. The junior Creature had an expression of smarmy satisfaction and bruised knuckles. Severus deduced the origin of the black eye and felt indignation rising in him.

He was the only one with the right to beat Potter senseless and he had been forbidden to for six years. He reduced the boy’s trunk to matchbox size with a wand wave and watched in pleasure as the junior Creature cringed from the casual display of magic.

Potter tucked the tiny trunk into his pocket and stood waiting for Severus with the patient demeanor of someone expecting nothing good but resigned to it nonetheless. He pulled a portkey from his pocket and tossed it to Potter, watching as he vanished with a tiny pop.

He then turned to the father and son beasts and his expression was very unpleasant indeed. After all, he had not been a Death Eater for nothing.