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Self, Unseen: Chapter Three.

goreyfied — Tue, 16 Aug 2011 02:40:40 GMT

Title: Self, Unseen: Chapter Three.
Author/Artist: goreyfied
Rating: NC-17 / M
Categories: Slash, AU
Warnings: violence, language, ambiguous consent, chan, molestation, and Snape's general angst
Summary: In this fic Snape is not particularly lovey-dovey, or nice. Just a warning for all of those who like him to have a soft center. His love for Lily is a central theme, but it is represented as something closer to a dangerous obsession, which is now getting transferred onto Harry. It takes place during OoTP, and references it heavily, and will have spoilers for the other books, in case you have not, for some reason, read them yet. It is, essentially, my version of what happened, along with one very canon scene.

The Harry Potter universe and all its characters belong to JKR, not me.

Self, Unseen: Chapter Two.

goreyfied — Mon, 15 Aug 2011 21:01:25 GMT

Title: Self, Unseen: Chapter Two.
Author/Artist: goreyfied
Rating: NC-17 / M
Categories: Slash, AU
Warnings: violence, language, ambiguous consent, chan, molestation, and Snape's general angst
Summary: In this fic Snape is not particularly lovey-dovey, or nice. Just a warning for all of those who like him to have a soft center. His love for Lily is a central theme, but it is represented as something closer to a dangerous obsession, which is now getting transferred onto Harry. It takes place during OoTP, and references it heavily, and will have spoilers for the other books, in case you have not, for some reason, read them yet. It is, essentially, my version of what happened, along with one very canon scene.

The Harry Potter universe and all its characters belong to JKR, not me.

Self, Unseen: Chapter One.

goreyfied — Sat, 13 Aug 2011 02:38:51 GMT

Self Unseen, Chapter One.
This story is rated NC-17, for violence, language, ambiguous consent, chan, molestation, and Snape's general angst. In this fic Snape is not particularly lovey-dovey, or nice. Just a warning for all of those who like him to have a soft center. His love for Lily is a central theme, but it is represented as something closer to a dangerous obsession, which is now getting transferred onto Harry. It takes place during OoTP, and references it heavily, and will have spoilers for the other books, in case you have not, for some reason, read them yet.

Severus' Pet story

xwillowtree_16 — Thu, 04 Aug 2011 04:03:42 GMT

HEllo everyone,
Im looking for a fic where for some reason that i can't remember harry has to act as Severus' pet, severus even conjures a pillow for him to sit at his feet. when harry is released from the spell/potion everyone starts gossiping about how aweful it must have been to be Snapes pet so harry walks up to the head table and sits at his feet.

caseysnape — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 20:55:37 GMT

I have posted Chapters 1 through 25 of "Dreams In Time" to my InsaneJournal. I also posted "Bottled Passion" there. It is not friend locked, so everyone can read....

Click to go to my InsaneJournal entries:

http://caseysnape.insanejournal.com/

A Snarry video for all to watch!

snarry4lyfe — Sat, 11 Aug 2007 02:53:53 GMT

I have an amazing video to share with all of my fellow Snarry Fans!

It is honestly the most touching fanvideo I have ever seen. To me, it represents the true essence of the spectacular ship that we know as Snarry.

The sophistication...the drama...the intrigue...it is all here.

I post this video with the hope that it will mean as much to you as it means to me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZOfx1OqRJY8

Dreams In Time, Ch. 4: The Burn of the Clear Blue Twinkle

caseysnape — Tue, 03 Apr 2007 17:45:12 GMT

TITLE: Dreams In Time 4 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: OTP & HBP never happened. AU. Time Travel / MPreg / Graphic Sex / Rimming

Not a lot of action in this chapter, but some needed conversation.....

Chapter 4: The Burn of the Clear Blue Twinkle

Albus signed heavily. He stretched his aged hand out toward the small dish with containing his lemon drops, the ones generously fortified with calming potion. He hesitated for several long moments before picking up six of the tart candies and popping them into his mouth. “Severus, dear boy, I do wish you would have informed me of this much earlier. Maybe then, I could have done something.”

“That’s exactly it, Albus. Don’t you think I agonized over this? For years, I have fought with myself over this. I have weighed all the options, but in the end, I had no choice. I could not stop it. I just was not strong enough.” Severus rushed to finish the statement before the pain coursing through him caused his voice, and the slim hold he had on the rest of his emotions, to break. Letting out a slow, tortured breath, Severus closed his watery eyes and dropped his head back against the chair. “I love him, Albus. I don’t think I could live if I lost that. I don’t think I would want to. I would have nothing to hope for, dream about, to fight for. I. Love. Him.”

Albus heaved his brightly-clad body out of the chair and crossed the room to stand beside Severus. He cautiously placed on hand on the younger man’s shoulder, and squeezed lightly. “I know, Severus. I remember him. I remember you with him. That memory is what made me believe you and accept you back after you took the mark. I don’t think I would have or could have, changed what has happened, but maybe I could have helped in some way. Merlin knows, if it was Minnie, I would be in the same situation as you. I could not have stopped it for the world.”

Severus lifted his hand and smoothed the hand that was still lightly squeezing his shoulder. “Thank you, Albus. That does mean a lot to me. But what are we going to do about the Order and the search? You know how long Harry will be gone. We can not keep everyone guessing for that amount of time.”

“You’re right, dear boy, you’re right.” Sighed Albus. “But the Order does not need to know everything. In fact, I think the less they know, to a point, the better. I will call another Order meeting in the morning, before breakfast. We will have to be very careful. Others might remember him also”

Severus gave Albus’s hand one last pat, nodded, and rose from the chair. “I will see you in the morning, then.” Albus nodded as Severus left the room. He crossed over to the window near Fawkes’s perch. With the twinkle burning brightly in his clear blue eyes, he addressed his faithful phoenix. “Well, my pet, things are about to get interesting.” The bird cocked its head to one side, closed one eye in a deliberate manner, and disappeared in a ball of orange and red fire. Albus chuckled.

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Harry slowly stood as he watched the man and boy approach. He started when he saw the boy, no, young man. Images of inky black hair and soft alabaster skin flashed through his mind. He shook his head to clear the images and realized both of the men were looking at him now. One was old, with half moon glasses perched on a pert, wrinkled nose, framing clear blue *twinkling* eyes, long white hair and beard (tinged with just a bit of red), and wearing the brightest orange robes and hat Harry could ever imagine. There were images of little brooms carrying buckets of water and an odd mouse character marching to and fro all over them. Harry laughed before he caught himself. This had to be Professor Dumbledore.

The other was tall, thin with straight, lanky black hair and black eyes. He had a patrician nose, and skin that looked like it had never seen the sun. He was wearing all black, except for an emblem on the left breast of his robe. It was green and silver and featured a snake in the shape of an “S”. And he was watching Harry closely. This must be “Severus”, as he heard the professor call him.

“I’m Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This is Severus Snape, one of our 7^th year Slytherin students and Assistant Professor of Potions, years 1 through 4. And you are?” The old man smiled and twinkled at him.

“I’m Ha – Harrison, Alexander……. Harrison, actually. I was told to come look for you when I got here. I am in need of your assistance.” Harry answered nervously. His palms were beginning to sweat, and so he wiped them on his pant leg before extending the right one in an offer to shake the professor’s hand.

The Professor smiled again and twinkled even more, if that was possible. “Of course, dear boy, of course. I must say I don’t think I have ever seen that cut of robe before. I must talk to Ms. McKinley at the Robe shop about that. Very nice, very nice indeed” He stuck out his hand and shook the boy’s hand. “Now, let’s go up to my office and we can discuss this in comfort.” He stepped up to the gargoyle and whispered the password, “Bubble up” and stepped back as the staircase began to move. He ushered Severus and Harry up the stairs and moved behind them to follow. As they entered the office, he turned to Severus and said, “Lemon Drop, boys? No? Well, in that case, Severus, if you don’t mind waiting in my study, I would appreciate the time to talk to Mr. Harrison here. Perhaps you could set up the chess board and give me a chance to redeem myself after my resounding loss to you last week. I’ll have the house elves bring some tea and biscuits for you while you wait.”

“Of course, Professor”, the young man intoned. Harry jerked his head up when he heard the voice. It was smooth, deep, dark. It reminded him on velvet, only more. He watched the dark man step through a panel on the wall, only to be brought out of his revelry by the amused cough of Albus Dumbledore. “Have a seat. Would you like anything? Now, what can I do for you, Ha – Mr. Harrison?”

Harry cleared his throat nervously. Then, cleared it again. And again. Finally he took the box out of his robe and handed it soundlessly to old man. Albus blinked, then slowly opened the box. He took out the letter, and, glancing at Harry, began to read. He read the letter over three times, then turned his attention back to the young man anxiously wringing his hands before him.

“Well, this is quite a story. Do you trust the writer?” At Harry’s nod, he continued, “In that case, we will have to get you settled. There is only just a few days left of school. Exams have already begun. We need to get you sorted so you can take them.” He turned his attention to the corner, “Fawkes, the sorting hat please?”

The phoenix picked up the grumbling sorting hat, and brought it to the professor. Dumbledore picked it up, stroked the feathers on his familiar’s head lovingly, and moved around the desk to Harry. “This won’t hurt a bit, Alexander.” He placed the hat on Harry’s head, and leaned back against the desk to wait.

“Mr. Potter, or should I say Harrison? It is a pleasure. Now, now. I know. You have secrets and they are perfectly safe with me. Hufflepuff – no. That one is not for you. While, with the proper discipline, you could be a Ravenclaw, well, that’s not an option at this point is it? Gryffindor is out. Too many risks in that one. That leaves where I wanted to put you all along – where you belong. SLYTHERIN.”

Harry shook his head. Slytherin. Just great. Well, at least it wasn’t Hufflepuff. Dumbledore laughed and clapped his hands, “Wonderful, wonderful.” He took the sorting hat and walked to the panel and stuck his head through, “Severus, can you come through, my boy?”

The dour young man stepped through almost immediately. “Yes, Professor. Did you need anything?”

“Yes, yes. Young Mr. Harrison will be joining us for the remainder of this term, and possibly through the summer. He has just been sorted into Slytherin. Since the Slytherin dorms are full, I thought that perhaps Mr. Harrison could stay with you in your rooms in the dungeon. Also, I thought that perhaps you could take Mr. Harrison to Diagon Alley to shop for new clothes, robes, and school supplies. We can discuss that problem you are experiencing when you get back.”

Snape scowled, but nodded anyway. “Yes, Headmaster. We will leave at once, if Mr. Harrison is agreeable?” He looked at Harry. “Y-yes. I’m agreeable. Thank you, Professor, and you, too, Mr. – um, Professor Snape.”

Snape scowled again. “Severus, if you please. The only ones that call me Professor are the younger years.” He walked to the fireplace and got a handful of floo powder. Harry picked up the letter and box, stuffed them into his robes, and walked to the fireplace. He looked back over his shoulder at Professor Dumbledore, who only nodded and twinkled at him. Snape tossed the floo powder in, stepped into the fireplace and moved to one side. “It will be easier if we do this together.” Harry nodded and stepped in next to Severus. “Diagon Alley.” Severus called out, and they disappeared in a swirl of green flames.

Albus stood watching the flames for a moment before turning back to his faithful familiar, clear blue eyes twinkling like mad. “Well, Fawkes, I am glad you came to join me. I hope your counterpart enjoys himself in your time. And thank you for letting me know about Mr. Potter…”

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Dreams In Time, Ch. 3: The Fall Of The Lemon Drop

caseysnape — Sat, 31 Mar 2007 03:59:52 GMT

TITLE: Dreams In Time 3 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.
SUMMARY: Dreams are just the product of an overactive imagination, right? Sometimes, dreams are a link to things what we want, what we need. What happens when what we want and what we need threatens the safety of the Wizarding World?

WARNINGS: OTP & HBP never happened. AU. Time Travel / MPreg / Graphic Sex / Rimming

Harry woke up in a room that he didn’t recognize. It appeared to be a classroom, and was empty except for a small desk and one chair. His head was swimming, and he had trouble focusing on the things around him. He sat up and tried to remember how he got there. He couldn’t remember! He knew was that he was still in Hogwart’s. He could feel that much. He knew he was a wizard. He could remember spells, potions, and charms, even history. Then he realized – that was all he remembered. He tried to recall friends, family, teachers, anyone and anything. Frantically, he began searching; trying to find any clue that may let him know who he was. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his wand, and a small box. Hesitantly, he checked to box for any unfriendly charms, hexes, or curses. Seeing that it was free of those, he slowly opened the box. Inside, he found letter, a key, and a blood red rose that seemed to be magically preserved. He opened the letter and began reading:

You are confused right now, as you have every right to be. I will try to explain as much as I can without altering the course of events drastically. Something has happened that has caused you to travel into the past, before the time when you were born. I wish I could explain what has happened, but I, myself, do not know. These are the points that I do know:

1. You will not be trapped here forever. You will go back to your own time eventually. I regret that I cannot tell you the exact date, as it may affect your decisions..

2. You must not be sorted into Gryffindor House. Any other house will do, but being in Gryffindor at this time may change your future too much.

3. Your appearance and your real name are extremely well known in your time. You will need to disguise yourself during this time in order to ensure your future safety. I would suggest eye color charms and a spell to hide any discernible marks you may have at the very least. As for your name, I suggest you use something that you are comfortable with. You will need both a given name and surname.

4. You are seventeen years old and your birthday is near the end of July.

5. You must be cautious of who you make friends with. Things are not always what they seem.

6. You can trust Albus Dumbledore with the contents of this letter and almost anything else you need. He is the headmaster at Hogwart’s.

The key in this envelope is to a Gringotts vault. Make use of everything that is in there. It is yours.

I sincerely regret that I cannot tell you more. To do so may alter coming events, and I simply do not know if I could bear the difference. I only hope that one day you will understand why I could not stop this, and why I gave you this letter. Please take care of yourself.

Until then, know that I am waiting and that I am eternally yours.

He stared in disbelief. He could not believe this, could he? He quickly reread the letter; there were too many things to even begin to consider. Finally, he decided that it could not hurt to change his appearance, just in case. He quickly conjured a mirror and began casting the necessary spells and charms. He cast an eye color charm, changing his eyes to blue, a concealment charm to conceal all birthmarks, scars, and the like, and a hair charm to make his hair a little longer and lighter. After some thought, he came to the conclusion that he would use “Alexander” as his given name, After all, it just seemed familiar. He racked his mind trying to come up with a last name. For some reason, he kept coming back to “Harrison”. He didn’t know why, but something told him that he could trust the author of that letter. He then decided that it was time to seek out Albus Dumbledore.

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To say that Professor Dumbledore was concerned would be like saying Professor McGonagall was just a little proper. He was beside himself with worry. He knew that no one had meant for this to happen; yet it had. He did not know where Harry was, if he was alive or dead, or if he even still existed anymore. All he knew was that Harry was gone, and if they couldn’t find him soon, he would have to announce to everyone that the Savior of the Wizarding world had disappeared.

He looked around to see all of the professors looking at him with troubled expressions. Right now, he needed to tell the teachers what had happened and figure out what to do.

“I am afraid that there has been an accident,” he began. “It seems that Mr. Longbottom made a mistake during Charms class while working with complex memory charms and, well, Harry has gone missing. We have tried placing tracer spells, everything we can think of, to find him. It has been no use. The spells say he is still in Hogwart’s, even though we can find no trace of him here.”

The teachers were silent for a moment, then all hell broke loose as they started speaking all at once, trying to voice opinions and offer suggestions. “Quiet!” the headmaster demanded. All eyes immediately snapped to the Headmaster. “Please, one at a time. We need to hear everyone’s suggestions and talk them over. Minerva, you first.” Everyone waited their turn to say their bit, everyone except for Professor Snape, who stayed extremely quiet the whole meeting.

There were several very good suggestions. There were actually three that they were worth putting into effect right away. The first was to contact Remus. Being the mate of Harry’s late godfather, Remus would have to know, and since he was a Marauder, well, it couldn’t hurt to have him here. The second idea was to contact Fred and George Weasley. They, with the last remaining Marauder, would be able to comb the hidden and secret parts of the castle and grounds that others were not aware of. The third idea was to split the staff into teams to search all of the known areas of the property. It would take some time, but at least they would be doing something.

Professor Dumbledore gave everyone their assignments, and dismissed the staff. The teachers boisterously began filing out of the room, each thinking aloud to the next person on what had happened, where Mr. Potter could be, and how they could find him. As the clamor finally died down, Albus sank down into the chair behind his desk. His old hands shook as he reached for his beloved lemon drops. Selecting the largest one he could find, he raised his hand toward his mouth, and promptly lost his hold on his lemon drop. Still seated in his customary corner chair, silently observing, was Severus Snape.

“Albus, there is something you need to know…”

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Harry made his way through the halls trying to find somewhere that looked familiar. Finally, after many false turns, he came to the entrance hall. Knowing where he was and where he was heading, but not much else, he made his way toward the Headmaster’s office. He found the familiar gargoyle that guarded the headmaster’s office, but didn’t know the password. After trying as many candy and sweet names as he could think of, he gave up, and slumped on the floor in front of the statue. It seemed like hours, but had actually only been about 20 minutes before he heard voices coming down the corridor. “Yes, Severus, I am well aware of the problem. Why don’t we go up to my office and discuss this further?”

( Chapter 4: The Burn of the Clear Blue Twinkle )

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Dreams In Time, Ch. 2: The Curse of the Longbottom

caseysnape — Sat, 31 Mar 2007 03:58:41 GMT

TITLE: Dreams In Time 2 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.
SUMMARY: Dreams are just the product of an overactive imagination, right? Sometimes, dreams are a link to things what we want, what we need. What happens when what we want and what we need threatens the safety of the Wizarding World?

WARNINGS: OTP & HBP never happened. AU. Time Travel / MPreg / Graphic Sex / Rimming

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.”

**************

( Chapter 3: The Fall of the Lemon Drop )

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Dreams In Time, Ch. 1: The Beginning

caseysnape — Sat, 31 Mar 2007 03:56:57 GMT

TITLE: Dreams In Time 1 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.
SUMMARY: Dreams are just the product of an overactive imagination, right? Sometimes, dreams are a link to things what we want, what we need. What happens when what we want and what we need threatens the safety of the Wizarding World?

WARNINGS: OTP & HBP never happened. AU. Time Travel / MPreg / Graphic Sex / Rimming

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Harry lifted his face to meet the man’s mouth as it descended onto his. The tip of a warm, supple tongue ran between his lips, parted them, and softly explored the hot cavern of his mouth. Harry wound his arms around his neck, hands tangling in long, dark hair. He slid his tongue slowly over the other man’s. A hand cupped the back of his head, while the other arm wrapped gently around Harry’s waist, pulling him closer. Harry could feel the heat of an erection pressing into his hip. The man groaned, a low, seductive, sound, as Harry dragged his teeth over his lower lip.

His lover moaned. “Are you sure?”

Harry nodded in response as he lowered his mouth to the pale neck and bit down sharply on the soft flesh. He hissed and grabbed Harry’s hips, crushing them against his. His mouth found Harry’s again and began a brutal assault on the soft lips. Harry whimpered as his tongue was suckled and caressed. Suddenly, the kiss was broken and Harry was gently pushed back onto the bed.

“We need to get rid of these.” The man’s steel and honey voice dripped over him as he pulled Harry’s boxers off. That wonderful mouth started working its way down to Harry’s chest, biting and sucking his nipples, dipping the tongue into his naval. Lower still, Harry felt a warm breath on his achingly hard cock. Harry arched into the sensation, giddy with anticipation. Harry moaned. The man’s tongue grazed over the head of Harry’s cock. Harry thrust his hips forward, desperate for more. Long fingers caressed him skillfully. Suddenly, the wet heat of the man’s mouth engulfed him. It took every bit of concentration Harry could gather in order to keep from coming. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to make this incredible feeling last even a little longer. His treacherous eyes would not cooperate. He could not resist watching himself moving in and out of that talented mouth. His hand moved down and clenched the man’s hair, willing him to go faster. Hands began stroking Harry’s balls, teasing the sensitive spot behind them. A long, elegant finger pushed in the puckered entrance slightly. Harry cried out as he bucked into the man’s mouth. Sheer pleasure poured through him as he came powerfully in that brilliant mouth. The mouth sucked at him, making sure not to miss a drop of Harry’s seed. Finally, his spent prick was released, and those tender lips brushed against his softly.

Harry couldn’t resist. He ran his tongue over those lips, begging for entrance. The lips parted and Harry moaned as he tasted himself on the other’s tongue. “I need to make love to you. " It was almost a growl, low, seductive, saturated with sex. Harry’s desire came back at full force with these words. “Yes.” Harry gasped.

He reached over and pulled out a bottle of clear liquid, poured some on his hand and set the bottle back on the bedside table. He leaned over Harry, kissing him gently as his hand found Harry’s entrance once again. “Relax,” he instructed, and slowly began to slide one finger inside. Harry arched up off the bed and moaned. The hand stilled, letting him adjust to the feeling. Slowly, he began to move his hand again, twisting his finger slightly to hit the little pleasure spot deep inside of Harry. Harry cried out. The finger pulled out only long enough to add a second finger and push back in, still angling to hit Harry’s prostate. He slowly started scissoring his fingers, stretching Harry’s opening as much as he could. He was about to add a third finger when Harry’s hand caught his wrist. He looked up into deep green eyes, darkened with desire. “Now! Please! I can’t wait any longer.”

His lover replied by taking the bottle from the table again. He poured more of the liquid onto his hand and slowly coated his hard shaft. The man positioned his cock at Harry’s entrance. "Tell me. Tell me what you want," he commanded, voice hoarse with desire.

"Sweet Merlin! Take Me!" cried Harry, desperately. "I need you to fuck me hard!" He could feel the pressure of the cock pushing against him, and his only thought was having that wondrous shaft buried deep inside him. The man moaned, and pushed, sliding gradually, carefully, into Harry. He tried to go slow; the boy was so tight, so hot, and he was dangerously close. He gasped for breath as he gripped the boy's hips, willing himself to stay still for just a moment longer.

"Yes. Please," Harry hissed as he tried to get his lover to start moving.

The tight body gripped him, and he had no choice but to move. He wanted this to last, but it was impossible with that heat clenching around his erection. Soon, he was pounding into Harry. Over and over, he couldn’t get enough. He vaguely remembered to take Harry’s renewed erection in his hand and stroke it. “YES!” Harry screamed. The sound of Harry’s voice screaming in ecstasy drove him over the edge. With a fiercely possessive growl and one last brutal thrust, the man claimed Harry as his. Harry followed, crying his lover’s name as his release flooded the space between them.

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Harry woke up with a start. He looked down. Wonderful. His pajamas and sheets were soaked. A quick glance around assured him that his silencing spells were effective. No one looked like they heard anything. That was really good. He really didn’t want to know what his dorm mates would do if they knew he was having such intensely wet dreams. Especially about him! It was not just anybody. It was the incredibly sexy man that Harry desired beyond all reason, beyond all hope: Professor Severus Alexander Snape

He had gotten to know Snape better during his sixth year and the summer after while fighting against Voldemort. They had spent countless hours together, strategizing, learning new spells, trying to find a way to beat the demon. Then, finally, two months ago, Voldemort was killed. It took all three of them to do it – Harry, Snape, and Professor Dumbledore. After that, Professor Dumbledore had sent Harry and Professor Snape away for a few weeks while they rounded up the rest of the Death Eaters.

The boys in the dorm knew that Harry did not seem interested in girls. They had even tried fixing him up with some of the other boys at school, but nothing seemed to work out. The time he spent locked away with Professor Snape made Harry realize that his attraction wasn’t just to men in general. He was actually attracted to only one man. None of the guys in school did anything for him. Sure, they were good looking, but none of them made his blood burn with desire when they looked at him. And that was exactly what happened whenever Severus Snape looked at Harry. He had finally told his friends that he wasn’t interested, that he was kind of involved with a guy from back home. When pressed for a name, Harry would just give a half smile and gaze off into space. The only one who knew that secret other than Harry was his journal, and that was protected better than Gringotts due to the book Hermione had given him for his last birthday.

Harry sighed. “It’s not like he’s ever going to feel that way toward me.” He grabbed the sheets off the bed and headed toward the laundry and showers before any of the other boys woke up. Today was the last, potions class before exams, and Harry did not want to be late.

Elsewhere in the Castle

Severus groaned in frustration, groping the bedside table for the alarm clock Albus had forced upon him last Christmas. Damned thing. When he finally had it in his hands, he threw it as hard as he could against the stone wall of his bedroom, smirking slightly when he heard the thing scatter into hundreds of pieces on the cold stone floor. It was then that he realized it had happened *again*. The damned clock had summoned him from his wonderful dream. He sighed heavily, and sat up. He was too old for this. He growled in anger as he focused on where the mess from the alarm clock should be. There the dratted contraption set, perfectly intact and fully operational. Well, at least until it woke him up from that dream again. He leaned forwards, cradling his face in his hands. How in Merlin’s name was he ever going to get through this? As the boy got older, the dreams got worse, or better, depending on how you looked at it. There were only two more weeks of school before summer holidays. And only two more days before *IT* happened. How could he survive without being able to see him every day? He groaned again. Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was not having a good day. And he had just gotten up.

Class was not any better. Longbottom, the fool, had not only blown up another cauldron in class today, but he somehow managed to make a giggling potion out of what was supposed to be a tranquilizer draught. All the seventh year Slytherins and Gryffindors were giggling their arses off, not even remotely interested in the fact that this potion would be on their exams, which were less than a week away. The fumes were so bad in the classroom that Severus had to cancel all classes for the rest of the day. This was not something that needed to happen right now!

And if that was not bad enough by itself, Severus also knew what he needed to do. The teacher in him said that he needed to warn Professor Dumbledore, have him take Harry and hide him away in order to keep him safe. The man in him told him that he needed to let this happen. It had to happen; he could not live if it didn’t. He dreaded it, looked forward to it, needed it, and prayed that it would not happen. He had spent the last nineteen years agonizing over this. The decision was made. Severus, the man, won. But there was still something that needed to be done before it happened. So with that thought in mind, he pulled out a piece of parchment and his quill and began to write a very important letter. The letter was addressed to a certain seventh year Gryffindor by the name of Harry Potter.

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( Chapter 2: The Curse of the Longbottom )

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