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An one time opportunity	By : Slytheinkitten Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 7003 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A one time opportunity
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Rating: Nc-17, but very sweet

Pairing: SS/HP

Warning: implied child abuse (physical), implied violence

Disclaimer: Do I look like JKR? No, if they were mine they had more character depth and also something called private life, with lovers and sex, but as it is they're not mine and I don't get money for playing with them

Note: My first long story written directly on my PC, I just had to write a sweet Severus, he's always so bitter, I wanted to make up some explanations for that, and I know that time travelling does not make any sense, it's not logical to send somebody back in time when his changes are the present *kitten confused herself with that sentence* But I wanted cute Sevvie, and an explanation for these dreamy eyes *drool*

1. Chapter
He awoke slowly, there was something stroking over his cheek, a hand, warm and soft. A stark contrast to the cold and dampness that seemed to seep into him from the ground on which he laid.
The hand smelled of cinnamon and forest, somehow familiar, very comforting, reassuring enough to convince him that opening his eyes could be a good idea. And as he finally did ivy green met pure black ink. For a moment everything stopped, there was nothing but two souls meeting in a gaze.

Then voices disturbed them and the black figure which had hovered over Harry jerked back, taking the comforting hand with it. The boy turned and Harry saw black hair reaching to the middle of his back, Too fast had the figure moved, there was just a blur where the face should have been. Something was pushed into Harry's hand and as his brain caught up the boy noticed why everything was so fuzzy, the guy had just given him his glasses which he'd obviously lost.� We are here headmaster.� Even the loud volume of the spoken words couldn�t hide the silkiness of the stranger�s voice, Harry�s body would have reacted to it, weren�t it still in shock from the sudden transportation. Right, transportation. Everything caught up with the 17 year old boy.

The last thing he had seen clearly was, the potions classroom and Seamus had screamed something, his and Ron�s cauldron colliding with Neville�s, he jerked upwards, or rather tried to, sudden dizziness nearly made him throw up but the dark angel had turned back towards him and grasped his arms �Slowly, breath deeply, in and out, right.� Harry followed these instructions and the panic subsided. Clumsily he pulled his glasses on and the pale blur cleared into the most beautiful face he'd ever seen. Black, again strangely familiar eyes, with long curled lashes, porcelain coloured skin, thin elegantly curved lips, and a nose which reminded him of Greek statues. Harry was pulled out of his staring as suddenly the shine of a lumos-lit wand fell over his face and several people entered the little clearing in which's centre they were. �What is going on here?� demanded a harsh sounding, female voice Harry knew all too well, �Professor MacGonogall?� the hands who brought him such warmth left him again and the boy too, turned his attention to the newcomers. Harry stared at his Head of House in her chequered night robe, she seemed somehow less wrinkled than usually and looked with frown down at him, it seemed as if she didn�t recognize him, and then Albus Dumbledore himself came up behind her and knelt down next to him, a much younger Dumbledore, with light brown hair instead of the familiar grey Harry had gotten to know him with. A deeply disturbing thought began to form in the Gryffindor's mind.

�Good evening dear boys, may I ask what�s going on here?� He looked towards the boy sitting next to Harry, his face friendly and open as ever, for a moment there was discomfort and a hint of fear in the startlingly dark eyes of the boy but they vanished immediately, leaving behind an emotionless mask on the handsome face �Your calling was somewhat unspecific, and by the way, that was quite a piece of magic, 20 points to Slytherin for that.� For a moment there was pleasure ghosting through the darkness and then the boy, the Slytherin, Harry filed away that fact, answered �Good evening Professor Dumbledore, I was walking back towards the castle as I heard a strange noise, not like an apparation sound, it was more hollow, and also accompanied by an orange lightning which I followed to this clearing, I found him here, unconscious, and immediately called for you, he woke several minutes ago.� Even dispassionate as it was the voice was astonishingly beautiful in it�s resonance, and eerily familiar Harry�s mind remarked in frustrated confusion, as he listened to what happened as he was out of it.

He looked around, it was obviously deepest night, and his surrounding reminded him a lot of the Forbidden Forest, probably was the forest, as the boy said he�d been on his way to the castle which could only be Hogwarts, so why did he have this feeling that something was not quite right?

�Maybe because it was deepest night and he was laying in the forest while the last time he looked it was morning and he in his potion class?` A sarcastic voice in Harry's mind remarked helpfully. Harry hated that it sounded like a certain dark and sexy potion master he knew.

A hand on his shoulder stopped his musings and he turned towards it, Dumbledore looked at him and asked obviously for the second time �Are you o.k.? Who are you boy and what are you doing here, it�s forbidden to enter this forest, especially as it is on school ground, You�re clad like a Hogwarts student but you�re not one of our pupils.�
Dumbledore didn�t know him? Harry tensed, fear coiling in his stomach, where was he? What had happened? Why did the headmaster not know him? His emotions tried to overwhelm him as suddenly the warm touch that felt so comforting was back again, a soothing hand on his arm, he looked up gratefully into the impassive pale face. How could this stranger sooth him so easily? Harry turned slightly irritated back to the old man �I�m fine, but very confused Professor Dumbledore. I�m Harry.� Somehow he felt reluctant to give his whole name away. There was surprise in the usually twinkling blue eyes �You know me?�

Then the headmaster took his appearance in: school robes with a ruined emblem where usually the Gryffindor lion was, there was orange slime all over him, but the wizard recognized his attire �Again, why do you wear our uniform?� Harry answered �I am, a student at Hogwarts, at the beginning of my seventh year, I don�t know what happened, one moment I was in my potions class, there was this explosion, and the next thing I know I�m lying here on the floor with, �he turned towards the dark haired boy, realizing he didn�t know his name,
Harry smiled at the pretty face and said �sorry I don�t know your name� the boy stared back and answered reluctantly �Severus Snape� .

Snape?! Severus Snape? Harry gasped in shock, this boy who seemed to be his age was Severus Snape? Impossible! Yet the only explanation for the familiarity. These eyes, who else had such eyes?! No wonder Harry felt so comfortable when he touched him, that was something he�d come to accept over the last years, Snape�s touch meant safety for him, it was the touch he�d felt protect him in front of Professor Lupin as a werewolf, and a few times after that when confronted with a Death Eater attack but how could this handsome quiet boy be the grouchy mean professor he knew?

�You know him too? � Dumbledore�s voice broke into his shock, and everything seemed to fall into place. It was as if somebody had switched on a light in Harry's sometimes to slow brain. There was only one possible explanation for this. �I�m afraid I do. Somehow.� He looked seriously at the older wizard and said daringly �What do you know about time travelling Professor?�
Stunned silence fell over the place. Dumbledore looked searchingly into his eyes and then said �I think we better discuss this in my office, come on� He stood and reached a hand down to help Harry stand along with the hand that Snape still had on his arm it was possible and a few moments later the last traces of dizziness were gone and they both let him go. Harry looked around but the other two men who were at the clearing were strangers to him. One had light brown hair and green eyes, he wore a dark brown robe under which a screaming red pyjama showed that the man had been ready for bed, he seemed friendly enough but the other wizard had blond hair and steely grey eyes, which were fixed at his potion professor to be, he wore deep blue robes of an obviously expensive material, what scared Harry though were the anger and ..disgust? in his face, before he turned and lead the group on a path out of the forest, which Harry now easily recognized.

The strange procession made their way silently towards the castle and in the main hall the light haired professor said �I�ll go to bed now if you don�t mind I have early lessons tomorrow, good night everybody� �Do so, Demetreus good night� answered Dumbledore and with a last curious glance at Harry the old man vanished down a hallway, the headmaster turned to the blond man �You can do the same Andreij, I don�t think young Harry here is a danger to anybody.� The man seemed reluctant but then nodded and turned to Snape as MacGonogall suddenly said �Right, you have detentions to give and points to take, as it was a student from your house we found in the middle of the night in the Forbidden Forest Professor Avarejus� The haughty tone surprised Harry, the open distaste his professor showed for the wizard, who was obviously the head of the Slytherin house, was clear in her tone, but what angered him was the shadow of fear that flittered through the onyx eyes as the tall man looked at him, �I do.� the voice ice cold and fitting perfectly well to the distanced facial expression, was the only thing he said before he went into the direction of steps which led downwards, Snape looked at Dumbledore and MacGonogall �Good night professors� he said politely and then followed his descending Head of House, Dumbledore�s worried gaze on him made Harry want to run after the boy, why couldn�t MacGonogall hold still for once, Potter thought in unusual irritation at his transfiguration professor.

Nobody would want to have this man�s anger on oneself, he reminded Harry a bit of Lucius Malfoy, and after he'd gotten to know that man he understood Draco a little bit better; but just the thought of how this wizard looked at Severus made him tremble with worry for the boy. The headmaster looked accusingly at the woman and for a moment she seemed to feel guilty. �You may go to bed as well Minerva� she obviously wanted to argue but the headmaster cut her off �Really it�s better this way, if time travelling is involved you know the rules.� then the old man turned to him and said �Very well, let�s go to my office I�m sure we can use a cup of tea after tonight�s excitement.�
With that they made their way upwards several staircases to the well known gargoyles. Dumbledore said the password aloud which was a show of good will, Harry thought, and soon they were sitting around the headmaster�s desk drinking fruity tea and Harry started to explain what happened:

� As I told you, I am a student here in Hogwarts, I was in my potion class, the cauldron of a classmate fell on ours, the potions merged, there was an orange light and the next thing I see is Snape bending over me, of course I didn�t know it was him because I only know him as a forty something year old and oh my god, if he is here then so is my mother and my dad, oh god and Sirius, and the trait..� he babbled the implications of his time travelling just catching up to him. So many complications, so many things that could happen, so many possibilities, his head buzzed with the thoughts until a soothing �Harry� from Dumbledore stopped him "Which year was it where you came from?" The boy who lived blushed he should have told that first. "It was 2003." Dumbledore looked intrigued. "Is there a way you can prove to me that you are who you say you are?" Harry thought and looked at the headmaster. Then an idea came to him "Well I know for example that Remus Lupin is a werewolf and uses the Shrieking Shack to transform in, I also know that Professor Snape, �h I mean Severus Snape was nearly killed while he tried to find out what the 3 Marauders did once a month. I know this because I fell into Prof.. Snape's pensive in my fourth year." For a second he was silent, continuing he said "I don't know what else I could tell you that wouldn't be too telling and still have meaning enough to make you believe me. Of course I would be willing to take Veritaserum if it would help."

Dumbledore's eyes seemed to bore into Harry's very soul, then he nodded and said �I believe you. Veritaserum is not necessary, But you mustn't tell anybody where you are from, everything you say could alter the future, you can�t tell, even me, what happens in your time, the consequences could be devastating. We have to know what potions mixed so we can get you back, as fast as possible. Only a reversion of the potion used, can do that correctly without destroying the time flow.� Harry nodded in understanding and then wondered out loud "So you believe me? Just like that?" Dumbledore chuckled and offered the famous boy a candy which he took gratefully. "There is no reason to make up such a strange story for you. Hogwarts is just a school, why would anybody want to get in here? Most youths try to get out as fast as possible. And the story you told was kept between me and the 4 students it concerned, please refrain from retelling it." Potter smiled sadly at this carefree version of Dumbledore, in his time paranoia was the only way to survive, and nodded. The headmaster then went on with their previous topic,
�Also, we have to keep you from anybody who has direct influence on you. You said your father is here?� Harry nodded, Dumbledore sighed �I�m afraid you have to tell me his name, so I can keep him as far away from you as possible, try to keep to unimportant things.� Again Harry nodded �My father wa.. is James Potter, my godfather .. is Sirius Black, my mother is also here, her name�s Lily Evans.� Harry evaded the older man�s eyes fearing that his slip and the emotions in his eyes told the principal more than he should know.

�So we have to keep you out of Gryffindor, I assume you were in this house?� Harry faced him and trusting this younger Dumbledore as much as the older one he said �Yes sir, I was a Gryffindor, but the speaking hat also gave me the possibility to join the Slytherin house. � Dumbledore seemed delighted by that and continued, �Well that�s marvellous then we can have an official sorting ceremony, you just have to tell the hat that you want to go to Slytherin and we say that you�re a former Drumstrang student whose parents moved to England.� He turned thoughtful �Ah, but what about Severus? You obviously know him. And he already knows that you�re no mere late coming student.�
The older wizard sighed in a strange mixture of pride, sorrow and amusement. �The boy�s too smart for his own good, he's probably already figured out as much as we.� It was funny to hear somebody talk about Professor Snape like that. The feelings Dumbledore had for his student were obvious, he never even called him by his last name for once, that was a sure sign of Dumbledore�s affection.

�Yes I know him, � Harry turned thoughtful �How old is he?� Puzzled the headmaster answered �He�s 16, but as he came to school a year early, he' s in seventh class, too.� Snape came to school early? He was that good? Shoving aside this new information about his professor for later, he thought back to what the future Dumbledore once said to him, Snape joined the Death Eaters when he was 17, Harry had always thought that he did it in school but obviously he did it immediately after quitting school, �Then there�s no problem, he and I don�t have much contact in the future.� Aside from the regular life saving, death defying situation they faced together.

The old wizard looked at him curiously but didn�t say anything, then he got very serious �Harry I�m sure that there are things you�d like to change,..� Harry blushed, yes there were things he wanted to change, first of all kill Pettigrew, warn his parents, tell Snape not to join Voldemort.. the thoughts had crossed his mind, �but you are not allowed to do that, as I told you the consequences could be dire, for all we know about these things the world could be destroyed by changing the time flow, and that is one of the better scenarios I can think of.� The former Gryffindor nodded and held Dumbledore�s gaze as he answered �I understand professor, I will not tell anybody anything about where I come from or what they should or shouldn't do.�

The headmaster nodded reassured by the sincerity in Harry�s eyes and then smiled, �Then there�s only your last name, we can�t let you join here as another Potter.� Harry thought for a minute and said finally: �Granger, I�ll be Harry Granger, at the moment there are no Granger�s in the wizarding world, , uhm but what about clothes and school stuff?� Dumbledore stood and gestured Harry to follow him through a hidden door towards a long hallway
�Don�t worry about that, I�ll get everything ready for you in the morning.� He opened a door behind which a small but comfortable bedroom lay. �You may sleep here, tomorrow I�ll arrange for you to be brought to your new bedroom and then you will come to breakfast. I�ll introduce you to the school and we can get the sorting ceremony behind us. That�s all I think, sleep well Harry and don�t worry to much, we�ll figure out how to get you home. Dumbledore sat down into one of the armchairs in the room and motioned for Harry to sit opposite him "Then he asked smiling friendly "Tell me a little bit of you Harry, which subjects you take, do you play Quiddditch. Just things about your school life." They talked for nearly half an hour, after which Harry had nearly forgotten that he was stranded in the past without a way to return. He relaxed and became sleepy, yawning more and more until the headmaster said "Well thank you for the nice talk, it gets lonely to be the headmaster from time to time. And it's only my first year in this position, ah it's late and I should let you sleep. Goodnight." With that the old wizard left Harry who sighed and got ready for bed.

As he laid there he thought over everything that had happened. He already missed Hermione and Ron, jesus why did these things always happen to him, he was all alone in this strange situation, suddenly mysterious dark eyes entered his mind, oh no, just what he needed, he wasn�t totally alone, Snape was here, a younger, even prettier Snape and one who obviously wasn�t as bitter and cynical as his professor yet, one who didn�t have the age difference between them.
Shit, Harry thought, he wasn�t allowed to think like that, he wasn�t allowed to alter anything, and pursuing a relationship with his future potion teacher and life saver who seemed to hate him was definitely interfering where he shouldn�t.
Harry turned towards the small window in his room and looked out into the dark sky. Dark eyes, and the hair, that was just wow, so long and it looked like silk, pure black silk, his skin was paler but hadn�t the somewhat sickish look the older man�s had, he looked really pretty, and even younger than Harry he was already as tall as he was.
Damn, he was doing it again, but Harry really couldn�t help himself. Severus Snape was the man who showed him that he really preferred his own gender.

That was over a year ago. Back in his fifth class, as Harry spaced out during potion class thinking about those elegant long fingered hands on his body, touching, stroking him; and like the teenage boy he was, he�d come in his pants.
Mortified he ran out of the class room directly into his bed where he�d cried for the next few hours. He didn�t even care about the detention he got from the furious potion professor. He�d told his friends later that he had felt sick, but after he�d acknowledged his feelings he had noticed how he�d always looked at boys. He was distant and grumpy until Hermione and Ron cornered him and asked what was going on, desperate he�d told them that he was gay and understood if they didn�t want to be his friends, he�d nearly cried and they had laughed. He was too shocked to do anything and as they told him that they, just as most of the rest of their friends, already knew he�d nearly blacked out. Obviously Harry himself was the only one slow on the uptake. Ron told him that the twins were also gay and Charlie was bi, in the wizarding world same sex relationships were as common as hetero sexuals, there really wasn�t anything wrong about it. They�d hugged him and that was it. Ron teased him mercilessly about his first dates and Hermione shared her playgirl with him.

B ut his lust for Snape was the one secret he never told anybody.
He dated numerous guys over the years had his experiences with blow- and handjobs but never fucked or was fucked, it just never felt right. There never was a long term relationship for him and everybody thought he was just a typical horny teenage boy. He himself wished that, that was the case, unfortunately lying to oneself hadn�t gotten easier after his sexual revelation and he knew that he had a crush on his professor, a crush which didn�t go away.
And now at the beginning of his seventh year it went so far as to make him deny any dates and flings he could have out of fear of crying out Snape�s name in the wrong moment. If he was really, really honest with himself, which happened every other Sunday, he had to admit that the crush had developed into something else, something that made him want only one man and nobody else. A man which he felt more and more for with each passing day, there was admiration, respect a great deal of lust and even affection. The first time he�d chuckled over Snape�s sarcastic remarks towards one of his fellow Gryffindors Ron had looked at him as if he was an alien.

But he couldn�t help himself, Snape really was funny if you weren�t too afraid to notice.
And somehow falling in love with Snape had taken this fear from him, Harry flinched, he'd promised himself he wouldn�t use this word, lust, it was lust, he didn�t love Snape, my God, Snape was �Snape, tormentor of his childhood days, ex Death Eater. He pretended not to like the way his eyes shone when he explained a complicated potion, that he never saw the amused glimmer as Harry once had a sarcastic answer to his verbal abuse, he still thought it was worth the night he spent cleaning the class room floor with a toothbrush, he just wasn�t, couldn�t be in love with this cruel, mean, sadistic, self righteous, elegant, handsome, even though he tried to hide it, caring, that he tried to hide even harder, complicated git.
`Yeah, there were no hard feelings�, and why did the sarcastic voice of his subconscious sound like Snape again? With that Harry fell asleep and denied even to himself in the morning to ever dream of dark silk rivers.
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