A Dream Becomes Reality

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry potter or the characters; however, I do in fact own the plot to….haha!

Authors Notes: All right… I’m a bloody idiot. I’m swamped, I don’t have too much time to update anymore… the thing is though that I had a new idea and a plot…. So as you can see I couldn’t resist! I mean come on… It’s Harry and Severus, who the hell can resist such yummy-ness

Warning: This fic contains SLASH, in other words, male pairings. It’s Harry Potter and Severus Snape. There’s abuse, sex, cursing and the gods now what else. This is your warning! If you don’t like then DON’T READ IT

Notice: This would be my first Severus and Harry get together fic. Though I’ve read a lot of them, I hope you like it. Please REVIEW!!!


A Dream Becomes Reality


Chapter One

A sweet dream that ends with a troublesome letter


Severus mumbled in his sleep, the feel on cool hands over his chest stirring him from his slumber. His eyes slowly opened to connect with a pair of emerald green eyes. He watched as bronze hands slowly unbuttoned his black silk pajama’s, pushing the thin fabric aside. It then dawned on Severus what was happening.

“What are you doing here Mr. Potter?” he asked in a quiet voice, gasping as the younger mans hand brushed a crossed his nipple.

“Shhh…. Quiet Severus….” Harry whispered with a small smile, leaning forward and kissing him gently. Severus shivered at the feel of Harry’s soft lips against his, slowly opening for his potion master. “I’m here for your pleasure…” Harry said in a whisper, leaning down to kiss his neck. Severus growled lightly and grabbed Harry by the shoulders pulling so his face was inches away from his own.

“I want your love more then your pleasure…” the strength in his own voice shocked himself, the surprise on the boy wonders face was evident.

“My dear Professor… you all ready have my love… you’ve had it for years…” Harry leant forward and kissed him deeply, challenging his potion master to a lovers duel. Severus groaned softly and rolled them over, pinning the younger boy beneath him. His eyes traveled down the body of the young under him, for the first time realizing that Harry was only wearing baggy jeans. Severus’ long fingers trailed over Harry’s chest, impressed at the firm abs that long Quidditch practices made.

“Tell me what you want Harry…” Severus’ voice was deep and husky, grinning as Harry shivered with delight. The older mans hand trailing down to grab Harry’s erection over his jeans. His eyes shut tightly, lifting his hips to grind deeper into the warm hand. He licked his lips and whimpered softly. “I’m waiting…” Severus’ voice made Harry open his eyes, connecting with his ebony depths.

“Please… I need you… I want you to love me… I want you Severus…” Harry groaned out as Severus’ hand nuzzled against Harry’s pants.

“I never thought I’d hear you say that…” His voice was soft as a small smile touched his lips. He lent forward and captured the youth’s lips in a silent promise of love; the kiss was gentle yet deep, a chance to explore the sweetness of each other. Severus began to undo Harry’s pants when the boy stopped him, his head turned to the side as if listening to something, he whimpered, not from want but from a sense of fear.

“I have to go… he’s coming… I don’t want Vernon to be angry again!” Harry said with a sniffle, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. Severus didn’t know who Vernon was but from the fear streaked facial expression on Harry he already didn’t like him. Severus growled, confused as Harry began to fade. He tried to clutch onto Harry, trying to make him stay but he began to disappear into thin air like a ghost.
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“Harry?....” Severus woke with a start, looking around his bedroom at Snape manor with a sigh. He had the most awkward dream, it was peaceful yet disturbing. He looked around the room, slowly sitting up with a sigh. He was still at home, in the master bedroom. He turned his head and squinted in the darkness to see the clock, in the pale moonlight he made out 2:23 am. Severus’ room was large, fitting a king sized four poster bed, a nightstand at each side of the bed, a dresser, a large armoire fitting a wide screen TV inside, a large gothic styled fireplace with tall armchairs in front of it, French doors to a balcony over looking Serpent Lake, a doorway to his large private bathroom, a walk in closet, a mahogany desk with scrolls littered everywhere on it, with a tall book shelf behind it. Sure he had the large library downstairs was plagued with books but he liked to keep his favorites in his room for safe keeping. Severus sighed to himself and lay back on his black silk sheets, pushing the blankets down to his waist to release some of the warmth that his body held. He remembered his dream of Harry and shook his head, causing some loose strands of his hair to fall over his face. Severus, for some reason was nervous about Harry, the look on the youths face before he woke up was unnerving. It was strange though… the past three or four weeks he began to think of Harry in a different light, instead of the fame seeking Gryffindor he thought of Harry has a…well… as a friend. With such thoughts however they quickly, and against protest, turned into desire.

Severus’ thoughts on Harry were interrupted as his black owl swept into the room. Severus never thought about it but him and his black owl Caton had in common. Both had ebony eyes, shiny and feathery hair and both with the need for a dramatic entrance. Caton hooted and flew over his bed dropping a letter before heading back out the window. Severus sighed and lifted his wand and pointed it at the candles, one they were lit and gave the room a dim orange glow he read the address on the back to see whom it was from. He opened it and ran his fingers through his hair, reading it with mild amusement.

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Dear Severus,

I am most aggrieved to awaken you at such an early hour but if my suspicions are correct then you were already awake. As you are well aware, school begins twelve days from now and all ready it is going to be an interesting year. I wish for you to report me after you read this, there’s a certain student that needs our help.

Albus Dumbledore.
Headmaster of Hogwarts
First degree of Merlin
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Severus sighed and shook his head, putting the letter aside. He had a sneaky suspicion that this ‘certain student’ was Harry. Severus sniggered and remembered his dream, shivering at Harry’s sweet moans. How hard he was for Severus, the way he lifted his hips for more. Severus licked his lips and rested his eyes, his hand traveling down to his waiting erection, straining against his black silk pajama bottoms. He growled deep in his throat and he squeezed gently, the passion spread through his body and filled his veins. His eyes slowly opened in confusion when his other hand touched flesh. He looked down and noticed for the first time this evening that his pajama top was unbuttoned. He never
Unbuttoned it… Harry did in his dream, but that was only a dream…

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Harry was awoken violently by Vernon’s yelling, he knew that Vernon had just gotten home from a business trip and Aunt Petunia was waiting for him. That afternoon Harry not only broke three plates of Petunias fine china but when he was walking down the stairs he accidentally hit Dudley, causing him to trip and fall. Aunt Petunia and Dudley exaggerated the story though… claiming that Harry used magic you throw him all the way down the stairs. Harry put his glasses on and moved quickly to his parchment and quill, uncapping his ink. At the moment he didn’t care if it had been only a dream, his adrenalin was too high and lust too thick. He scribbled quickly, it still his handwriting only messier then usual. He heard the footsteps on the stairs and gulped, tying the letter to Hedwig’s foot.

“All right…take this to Severus Snape at Snape manor and this…” Harry got an idea and wrote a letter quickly, hearing the cling of keys then Vernon’s cursing. “To Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, at Hogwarts…” He tied it quickly and all but through Hedwig out the window as the door burst open.

“You worthless freak…” Vernon clutched the doorframe, his knuckles wide. His shoes were still on as was his jacket, it seems the other two wasted no time in telling Vernon of Harry’s evil actions nst nst his cousins. Vernon’s face was purple and red, his voice low and calm which was never a good sign.

“I didn’t m-mean it!” Harry mumbled out, watching Vernon’s wild rage grow.

“Shut up you worthless piece of shit… I’m going to make you wish you were never born.” As he spoke he moved forward and grabbed Harry by the hair, pulling him forward. Harry suspected he would have pulled him by the shirt if he had one on. Harry’s eyes widened as Vernon clutched his hair tighter and clutched his right hand into a chubby fist, pulling it way back. “I’ll teach you, you little fuck.”

“N-no… please!!” but it was too late for Harry, the fist had already came down and it never stopped coming down, the only thing he could really remember was being dragged down the stairs and thrown into the cupboard under the stairs.
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Severus walked through the halls towards Dumbledore’s office, it being 3 in the morning by now. Snape would have hurried at the headmaster’s request, but a cold shower was more urgent. He said the password and waited for the stairs to stop twirling, yawning and grumbling to himself. He was about to knock on the door but the headmasters voice called out while his hand was in mid air.

“Come in Severus…” Severus smirked, wondering how the old man did it. He opened the doors with a sigh, closing them behind himself. He took a seat and leaned back in the chair, Dumbledore was in his robes which made Severus think the man never slept.

“I received your letter Albus, what’s this about?” He asked with a small smirk, getting straight to the point was his job.

“It seems that Mr. Harry Potter’s in trouble again.”

“He’s always in trouble.” Snape said. Though in truth he was curious… ‘It must be serious,’ he thought to himself, ‘Dumbledore always offers a Lemon Drop… something must be very wrong.’

“As it is Severus… this was sent not long before I mailed you…” Dumbledore handed the letter to Severus, who read it quickly.

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‘Please help, I don’t care if they’re my only family I can’t live here anymore… Vernon’s coming, help me. I’ll do anything’
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“No doubt about it…. It’s Potters handwriting… though very messy; he must have been in a panic.” Severus put the letter on the desk, not wanting to look at the frantic words any longer. “Who is ‘he’?” Severus asked with curiosity.

“Ah….” Dumbledore said his eyes hardening. His fingers drummed the desk as he watched the letter. Severus stared wide eyed, knowing the signs when the headmaster was truly angry at something, he had seen the eyes before, even him drum rolling his fingers, but never had he felt suck a strong magic power expand around the old man. “That would be his Uncle Vernon…”
“Vernon?” asked Snape confused. That was the name Harry said in his dream, and there’s no way Severus could have possibly known about that. “What has he done to Harry?” asked Severus, the helplessness in his voice was there.

“I’m not sure Severus… but in the morning at 9 am, you’re going to go and get Harry and his stuff.” Dumbledore said with a sigh, taking a small sip at what Severus guessed was green tea.

“you know our laws Albus, he has to stay with his family.” Severus said through clenched teeth, even though he was mentally asking ‘why can’t I go now’

“I know very well Severus… the only way you could take him of of there is if you two were bonded…” Albus smiled. Severus finally caught onto the implications and shook his head roughly.

“Are you insane?... No way am I bonding to a seventeen year old!” yelled Severus, wishing he could pound the other part of his mind that thought it was a good idea.

“I am not insane… and you are not bonding with him. It’ll be like a common law… I can have it so the ministry will have nothing to say about it. Harry will live with you until school starts at your manor. There’s more then enough room for him to stay there, we will tell the ministry and the muggles he lives with that you two are bonded… and I will not take no for an answer.” As the headmaster talked his voice got louder and louder, his eyes angry. Severus swallowed and growled, but nodded in defeat. “If we’re lucky Harry will be still alive…”

“Is it that bad?” Severus asked, looking down at the floor.

“It is.” The headmaster nodded and Severus stood and turned to leave. “Of… before you leave Severus… Harry’s white owl Hedwig had two letters… I believe the other letter was for you.” Severus didn’t turn around he simply walked out of the headmasters office and down the hall. His pace quickened towards his office so he could floo powder home, if the letter was in fact for him then he wished nothing more then to read it.


(*evil laugh* I bet you want to know what Harry wrote in that letter huh??.... too bad, you’ll have to wait till the next chapter!)