When Harry Potter Became Harry Snape
Author's note: this is my first fanfic! i hope you'll enjoy what i have so far! if i mess up the whole chapter thing, oh well.
Life at Number 4, Privet Drive was perfect. The grass was always cut, the hedges trimmed, the house spotless. The Dursleys lived there. Vernon Dursley was a whale of a man with no neck. He was the manager at Grunnings, where they made drills. Petunia, his wife, had twice the amount of usual neck. She used that neck to spy on her neighbors. Dudley was their son, and he was a pig. Of course, there was one thing that the Dursleys didn't want anyone to find out. Ever. They had to watch their nephew, who was the son of Petunia's sister, Lily. This boy is Harry Potter, and the reason that the grass was always cut, the hedges trimmed, and the house spotless. The Dursleys abused Harry, and made him their slave(or house-elf, to wizards). Then one day Harry got a letter in the mail. He was accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry but he didn't know it. He was once again sent a letter, but Harry's uncle took them without Harry even knowing about the letters. More and more letters came, but Vernon kept lighting them on fire. Then the sender finally got worried about why Harry wasn't answering. Albus Dumbledore, Head of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, sent for his Potions Master, Severus Snape.
"You need to see how Harry Potter is doing," Albus told Severus, waiting for the rage.
"What?!? Me?!? Why not Minerva or someone else?!?" Severus screeched at Dumbledore.
Yup, just as I suspected, Dumbledore thought. He said aloud, "Because I trust you Severus. That, and, I believe that you are the only one for the job."
Severus rolled his eyes, but agreed. Dumbledore thought, Well, that was definitely quicker than expected.
* * *
The next morning I set out for Number 4, Privet Drive. When I got there, I saw the Potter boy washing the car and decided to spy on him. Then I heard a menacing voice belt out, "BOY!!!!!! WHEN YOU'RE DONE WITH THE CAR, RE-PAINT THE SHED AND WEED THE GARDEN!!!!"
Potter shouted back, "Yes Sir!" I could hear the capital letter in the way he said sir. It took Potter another half hour to finish the car, two hours to re-paint the shed, and another hour to weed the garden. I decided this was the time to intervene, as the fat man came out and started inspecting work, pointing out nonexistent spots of dirt on the car.
"Why are you treating The Boy Who Lived like a house elf?" I asked. The fat man had the nerve to laugh! Then I guess he realized what I meant, because he turned purple and asked "Oh, so your one of his lot?"
I replied, "You mean a wizard? Yes."
He turned red.
"How did you contact this man?" Fatty screamed.
"I didn't contact anyone!" Potter started crying and telling him he was telling the truth.
"I'll teach you to lie to me, boy! In the house!" I followed, assuming that I should.
"Bend over the couch boy!"
I saw that fatty start beating the crap out of Potter. The sound was enough to make even me wince, but Potter wasn't making a sound. When he was done beating the poor boy, I held Fatty at wandpoint and told him to bring Potter's things to the front door. Fatty did so, and I took Potter to my home. One of my house-elves, Wobbles, appeared and I told her to take Potter's things to a room that was big and not warded.
I couldn't believe it when this man showed up. I also couldn't believe it when Uncle Vernon beat me in front of the man! I was SO embarrassed! I was surprised again when he got my uncle to get my stuff from the cupboard and then took me to his house! I couldn't have been more surprised if the Easter bunny showed up and started doing an Irish jig. This weird thing appeared and the man told it to take my stuff to a big room. On an impulse, I ran over to the man, hugged him, and started crying and thanking him.
After I sent Wobbles to take care of Potter's things, Potter came running to me, hugging me and crying and saying "Thanks," over and over. I said. "It's all right Potter. You really needed to get out of that house of horrors and away from that uncle of yours who is so fat he should be in a circus." I had no idea where that statement came from, but at least it seemed to calm Potter down because he started snickering. Then he asked me, " Am I doing this right?"
"Doing what right?"
"Yes, you are," I told him. "Why do you ask?"
" 'Cause I never hugged anyone before," he told me.
Why am I not surprised? I thought to myself. Those idiot Muggles!
I told Potter to get dressed in his PJ's and come back down for dinner. He looked genuinely surprised when I told him he would have dinner.
"But I didn't do any chores for you. Why would I get food if I didn't earn it?" Instantly, I felt a bolt of rage shoot through me at those idiot Muggles. He looked scared that he had said the wrong thing.
"You don't have to earn your food tonight," I told him. I told myself that I would explain everything to him in the morning. "How would you like a healing potion for your sore bum?"
"R-really?" Potter asked.
"Of course," I said. "Now go to your room, get in your PJ's, come back down, and I'll give it to you."
"OK. Where is my room?"
" Just a second. Wobbles!" She appeared. " Take Potter to his new bedroom."
"Yes Master," she said. She took Potter upstairs to his room.
I was ecstatic when I found out I got to have dinner with my new favorite person. The weird thing appeared again and took me to my room. I got in Dudley's Pj's (i didn't have any clothes of my own and Dudley's clothes were way too big for me) and went back downstairs. When the professor saw me, he asked "What are you wearing?"
"My pajamas, sir. Well, actually, they're my cousin's, but they were handed down to me and I was told I was lucky I had any clothes at all." I replied. His expression turned murderous and I cowered. Then his expression softened and he told me he would take me shopping for clothes that actually fit me tomorrow. Then the thing he called "Wobbles" appeared and started making dinner.
"Am I allowed to ask questions?" I asked.
"Of course," the man told me.
"What is that thing you called 'Wobbles'?"
"It's a house-elf." He must have seen my confused expression because he continued, "It's like a slave, but it's happy to do the work."
"Oh. Cool!" I said. Then, Wobbles finished making dinner and asked us what we wanted to drink.
"I just want water. If that's okay?" I said nervously, glancing at the strange man.
"Sure. A water and a pumpkin juice Wobbles," the man told her.
"I have another question."
"What is it?"
"Who are you and why did you take me from my relatives?"
The man looked furious for a brief second, then said, "I'll tell you tomorrow, OK?"
"OK," I replied.
After dinner I took a shower, luxuriating in the hot water. I had never felt the pleasures of a hot shower because I always got the last shower. It felt good. After my shower, I turned out the lights and went to bed.
* * *
I couldn't believe that Potter was so agreeable with me. Probably the result of living with those appalling baboons that he calls relatives. Oh well, I thought. I should probably get to bed right after dinner. After dinner, I did just that. As the sunlight broke through my window, I groaned and thought, Well, it's time to get the Potter boy up and go to Diagon Alley. However, I didn't have to wake him up, for when I went into his room, he appeared to have just finished getting dressed. I told him, "I'll shrink those clothes to fit you for now so after breakfast we can leave immediately for Diagon Alley. A place for wizard shops," I added, seeing his confused expression. I shrunk the clothes and we went downstairs for breakfast.
I called for Wobbles, and she made our breakfast. "Potter, you will eat your breakfast and listen to me explain the wizarding world," I told him.
"But sir, why would I learn this stuff if I'm not a wizard?" he asked me.
"You are a wizard and I will explain everything about why you are here and about wizards."
"OK sir, I'll eat an' listen."
I then explained everything about how his parents died and wizards. He seemed to understand because he had no questions. I told him to grip tightly to my arm and we apparated to Diagon Alley.
First, we went to Madame Malkins for some school robes. Then Flourish and Blotts for his school books, a Quidditch shop for him to learn about Quidditch, and a shop that examined his eyes and gave him small, round, black glasses that actually helped his eyes. Another shop was the Owlry, where I bought Potter a snowy -white owl he named Hedwig. The last shop we went to was Muggle Clothing for some clothes that actually fit him. He appeared ecstatic that he got all these things and a few days later, it was time to go to Kings Cross Station to board the Hogwarts Express. I guided him to platform 9 ¾ and we boarded the Hogwarts Express. I told him to sit anywhere but in the Slytherin compartment and I headed off the train to go to Diagon Alley for a surprise for Potter.
Harry's POV (after sitting by Ron on the train)
I was so happy I was on my way to Hogwarts. I found my first friend on the train, Ron Weasley. As he explained about Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin, I began to get worried about Slytherin's bad reputation. I asked Ron, "Even if I ended up in Slytherin, would you still be my friend because you're my first and only friend right now and my Muggle relatives abused me and lied to me and everyone thought I was stupid and never came near me and I just couldn't bear it if I lost my only friend. If I do end up in Slytherin, you'll still be my friend, right? Please?"
I could feel my face betraying me and showing my panic. Ron said, "Of course Harry. I can tell you think I'm I great friend and you always will be my friend, no matter what the Sorting Hat says."
"Thank you," I told him. After I told him that, a girl with bushy brown hair walked in.
"Hi, my name is Hermione Granger."
"Hi Hermione," me and Ron said simultaneously and all three of us started giggling. A couple of hours later, we arrived at Hogwarts and took the boats to the castle since we were first years. A lady called Professor McGonagall placed a wooden stool with an old, worn out hat on it in front of us. The hat sang a song about each house and when it was done, Professor McGonagall started calling out names of kids to be sorted.
"Abbot, Hannah" was the first Gryffindor, "Finch-Fletchy, Justin" was the first Hufflepuff, "Harper, Peter" was the first Slytherin, and "Joely, Katherine" was the first Ravenclaw. Hermione was a Gryffindor. When the professor called out "Potter, Harry" there was a lot of whispering as I walked up to the Sorting Hat. After a few seconds, it whispered to me, "Oh, yes. It's all right here. You are best suited for Slytherin." I thought, OK, cool! The Hat shouted out "SLYTHERIN!" and I walked over to the Slytherin table, glancing at Ron, who gave me a smile that told me he'd still be my friend. With a glance at my new guardian, Professor Snape, I could tell his face looked surprised that I had ended up in Slytherin. I took my seat and watched the rest of the sorting. Ron ended up in Gryffindor. After the last person was sorted, the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, stood up and said, " Before the feast begins, I have a few words to say and here they are: Nitwit! Oddment! Blubber! Tweak! Thank you and let the feast begin!"
"Is he a bit loony?" I asked my neighbor.
"Yeah, he is. My father thinks that someone else should be headmaster, but I disagree with him, but I'd never tell him that 'cause he's disown me. I'm Draco Malfoy, by the way," Draco answered and held out his hand.
"Harry Potter," I said grinning, and we shook hands.
We finished the meal and pudding, and then Professor Dumbledore stood up and announced that the prefects should take us to our common rooms. As we passed the Gryffindors, Hermione and Ron smiled and waved and I waved back.
"Are you friends with those Gryffindors?" Draco asked me.
"Yeah, I met them on the train. They're pretty cool." I replied.
Draco looked curious, so I told him I'd explain when we got to our common room. When we got there, I told him I wanted to him alone, and that he should tell no one else what I was going to tell him in our room. We went up into our room and I told him everything about how the Dursleys had treated me. His eyes widened and at the end of the story, he spat, "I knew Muggles were stupid!"
"Hey! Hold on a second! Mrs. Figg was my neighbor and whenever I went to her house she treated me nice. Not all Muggles are bad, you know."
"Oh. Sorry," he apologized.
"It's alright. Just don't say it again please."
"OK," he agreed. "We should probably get to bed now."
And that was my first night at Hogwarts.
* * *
The next morning at breakfast, we got our schedules. I had Transfiguration that morning with the Hufflepuffs and Double Potions that afternoon with the Gryffindors. I ate my breakfast and went to Transfiguration. We were turning matchsticks into needles. Me and Justin Finch-Fletchy got it on the third try! I was so happy I could do it easily. I sat by Hermione and Ron in Double Potions, and I told them how I had achieved turning the matchstick into a needle on the third try. They congratulated me, and then the professor walked in, so we stopped talking.
"Today we will be brewing an easy level one potion. The instructions are on the board. Begin!" Professor Snape commanded the class. When we were done brewing and gave him samples, we had to leave the room 'cause class was over. I took a walk around the grounds and settled underneath a huge, shady tree. I pulled out my book and started reading. A few minutes later, I felt something slithering down my arm. I looked at it, and it looked like a garden snake, but even with my very short time in the wizarding world, I knew that not everything is as it seems. Then, the snake looked up and said, "Hello!" I said hi back, and asked him his name.
"I don't have a name," he replied.
"Okay, well, are you a boy or girl?" I asked.
"How about 'Edward'?"
"Ooh, I rather like that name!" he said and promptly changed from blue to green.
"Whoa! You can change colors? Cool. Hey, do you want to be my pet?"
"Sure! So you'll be my daddy?"
"Yeah. Come on, let's go surprise my guardian. Hide in my sleeve!"
"OK," he agreed and crawled up my sleeve.
"When I cough, that's your cue to start slithering out, OK?"
I heard a muffled agreement from my sleeve. I started walking in the castle and down to the dungeons. I knocked on the the door to the professor's private quarters and he told me to enter. When I did, he said, "Potter. I was just about to send for you."
I walked up to him and coughed in my arm that wasn't hiding Edward. He took his cue and started slithering out. Then Professor Snape screamed at the sight of Edward, so I started laughing my head off.
"Calm down Professor! He's my new pet, Edward. He can talk and change colors. Watch!" Edward changed from green to pink and said, "Calm down grandad. Daddy says I'm OK and I am. See?" The professor finally calmed down.
"Where did you get him?" he asked.
"I was sitting outside underneath this huge tree and he just came down the trunk and started talking. He's really young and he likes me," I replied.
"Alright then. Don't tell anyone else you have him, Potter. Now, I have something to show you."
While Potter was on his way to Hogwarts, I bought several toys and things a growing boy needs at Diagon Alley. I had created a room in my private quarters just for him, and I needed these things to put in the room. Dumbledore had lowered the anti-apparation wards just for today so I could set everything up for Har-Potter. After his first day, I was writing a note to summon him to my quarters when he knocked. I let him in, he coughed, and a snake started slithering out of his sleeve. I screamed and he started laughing. He said, "Calm down Professor! He's my new pet, Edward. He can talk and change colors. Watch!" Edward changed from green to pink and said, "Calm down grandad. Daddy says I'm OK and I am. See?"
"Where did you get him?" I asked.
"I was sitting outside underneath this huge tree and he just came down the trunk and started talking. He's really young and he likes me," he replied.
"Alright then. Don't tell anyone else you have him, Potter. Now, I have something to show you." I led him to his bedroom door and opened it. I flicked my wand to turn on the lights and he gasped.
"You made a whole room and filled it with wonderful things just for me? Thank you so much! It's amazing!" His expression was so happy, I felt a warmth blossom in my chest and it felt good. Potter then ran over and hugged me. He crashed into me with such force it left me breathless. At least, that's what I told myself.
"You have half an hour before dinner. I suggest you spend it exploring your new room." I told him. I left him looking on in awe around the room.
* * *
After the professor left me alone in my room, I just laid on the bed and thought about how wonderful the professor was, how cool the room was, and how grateful I was to have Professor Snape as my dad, er, guardian. Then the professor took me to dinner. After dinner, I worked on my Transfiguration essay. At nine o'clock I went to bed.
And so the month of September passed and most of October. It was Halloween and the Feast was that night.
I was sitting with my friends Ron, Hermione, and Draco in an unused classroom because it was too cold to go out and we weren't allowed in each others common rooms.
"I don't want to go to the Feast tonight," I told them. They all gasped.
"Why not Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Do you guys remember what happened ten years ago on this night?" I asked them. They looked bewildered for a second, then understanding as they realized what I meant.
"I just don't think it's right to celebrate since this is the first time Halloween has come around I know what really happened," I told them.
"We understand Harry. You should ask your guardian if you can skip and have a normal dinner with him in your guys' quarters, though. He doesn't like you skipping meals, especially with what you've been through the last ten years," Hermione said.
"I will Hermy. Don't worry. I'll be in the library though, so if anything happens you guys can come tell me, OK?"
"OK," Ron, Draco, and Hermione said simultaneously.
* * *
"Professor?" I asked to get Professor Snape's attention.
"What is it Potter?" he snapped.
"Can I go to the library instead of the Feast tonight? I'll have dinner with you in our quarters when it's over."
"Why?" he asked suspiciously.
" 'Cause of what happened ten years ago today. I just don't think it's right to celebrate since this is the first time Halloween has come around I know what really happened."
Like my friends, he looked bewildered for a brief second before he understood.
"Of course you can go to the library, Harry," he said gently. My jaw dropped because he had used my first name instead of calling me "Potter". He must have realized it too, because he shooed me out to the library.
When Har-Potter asked me to skip going to the Feast, I was astonished that he wanted to skip the sweets that would be inevitably there. "Why?" I asked him, suspicious.
" 'Cause of what happened ten years ago today. I just don't think it's right to celebrate since this is the first time Halloween has come around I know what really happened," he told me.
I was bewildered for a second, but when I understood, I said gently, "Of course you can go to the library, Harry."
His jaw dropped, and I ran over the sentence in my head. I realized I had just called him Harry instead of Potter. I shooed him away to the library, and he left me with my thoughts.
When I got to library, I started on my Charms essay. I had just gotten it done when I heard an odd grunting noise coming from beyond the library door. I threw my things back in my schoolbag and up up to the door. Opening it a crack, I got a whiff of something terrible and a glance of something ugly. I was just about to call for Madame Prince, the librarian, when I saw a flash of white-blond hair. Draco! I opened the door quickly and silently. I cast a Wingardium Leviosa on the ugly thing's club and it raised into the air. A second later, it dropped on the thing's head. When it fell, I saw Hermione and Ron too. I motioned for all of them to get in the library. As soon as we closed the door, Madame Prince rushed up. She warded the door in case the thing woke up.
"What were you thinking?" she shouted at us.
"I had permission to be here Madame Prince. I heard I weird noise so I opened the door and saw this giant, ugly thing attacking my friends, so I knocked it out with it's own club using the levitating spell. I don't know how they got there, so that's something you're going to have to ask them," I told Madame Prince.
"Well?" she asked them, raising an eyebrow.
" We left the Feast a little early 'cause we wanted to get started on some homework. We came to the library to do it with Harry 'cause he's our friend. Then we ran into the troll-" So that's what it was! I thought to myself. "-literally. Then Harry opened the door, and you know the rest," Draco explained.
"Wow. Uh, okay then. I'll send a Patronus to each of your Heads explaining this," Madame Prince said. Before I could ask what a Patronus was, she shouted, "Expecto Patronum!" and two silver bats shot out of her wand and out of the library.