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A Life Never Lived	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 15991 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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I know! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
It was stupid of me to put up the first chapter when I hadn't even finished piecing together the story. As it is a rewrite, it has to have some semblance to the original, DNA Mishap, and I was still in the process of figuring it out. But now I think I have it, so look forward to continuous updates! Which will probably be about every two weeks because so far the chapters are coming out ridiculously long - for my average anyway - and I want to challenge myself to see if I can keep that up. Also because this isn't my main story I'm working on *cough cough Every Wolf's Bane cough cough* So, in two weeks I shall see you again.
Unless you're reading another of my stories. Which I am in the process of updating. All of them. Yeah.
Anywho...

Villa de Malfoy, located on a private island of the coast of France, was an exceptionally built house. More like a mini-manor than anything, it was a very open estate, with majority of its walls replaced as large windows and the rooms immense with large archways as doors.
Immediately after the elaborately designed glass front doors were too broad, sweeping stairways, one leading to the east of the building, and the other to the west. The east wing was left to Draco, where his rooms, a private library, his potions lab and two guest bedrooms were located.
The west wing belonged to Narcissa and, had he not been in Azkaban but there with them, Lucius. Down that wing were the master bedroom, another private library, two more guest bedrooms, and a room Lucius kept tightly locked that Narcissa had never been able to enter.
Right in between the staircases was a large archway the lead out to the spread of the rest of the building. To the left of the archway was a hall that lead to the vast library, extensive kitchens, and a downstairs bathroom. To the right was an immediate sitting room that had another archway on the opposite wall that lead to the porch outside. Beyond the porch was a vast garden boasting bright flowers with large petals, herbs that released spicy and sweet scents, and other aesthetic pleasures such as statues and fountains.
Located in the sitting room were Draco and his mother, Narcissa.
Draco watched, worry darkening his silvery blue eyes, as his mother paced angrily. He was sitting in the chair closest to the door, as that was where he ended up when he noticed her stalking about the room. She did not respond when he called for her attention, muttering furiously to herself. He was worried she was going insane.
A house elf popped out of nowhere, startling Draco, with a cup of tea balanced on a small saucer. "Tiny has brought Master Draco tea, sir."
"Oh…thank you, Tiny." Draco smiled weakly at the elf, carefully taking the cup and saucer from her even though he had not asked for it. Unused to such treatment, Tiny's eyes widened and she apparated from the room with a small 'eep!'.
Sipping the tea, chamomile he guessed from the smell and taste, Draco watched his mother from the corner of his eye. She was muttering again, and wringing her hands so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Dark circles surrounded her eyes and her skin was paler than usual. Draco knew that she had not gone to sleep the night before, simply because he could hear her moving around, smashing and breaking things and cursing in a way unacceptable for a Malfoy. She also did not eat breakfast. Sighing, he put down his teacup and stood.
"Mother…please, sit down. Have some tea." This time, he got a reaction.
"Sit down?" She said in a deadly calm voice, eyes flashing. "Drink tea? Draco Malfoy, if you do not leave me be, I will not hesitated to hex you straight to St. Mungos. Am I understood?"
He swallowed and stood. "Yes, mother. Excuse me."
"Do not walk away from me, Draco Malfoy!" His mother whipped out her wand and threw a nasty curse at Draco, which he had to quickly dodge. It was not the first time she had tried to curse him.
Whirling away, he quickly walked from the room, eyes burning and tea forgotten. How could she just suddenly begin to treat him like this? So what if Lucius cheated on her? It was not like she did not do the same, and besides, they both knew Lucius was far from an honorable man. Could his actions really send her to madness? Was she confused as to why Lucius cheated on her with a mud—a muggleborn? It certainly baffled Draco of what Lily Potter saw in his father.
Or maybe there is a different, much larger, reason behind why they were together. Was it possible? Was Lily Potter Lucius'—?
No, it could not be possible. Lucius would have gone insane after Lily died. Though…Draco would have only been one at the time. How did he not know if his own father had been slowly sinking into a despaired madness? It would certainly explain a few things. Draco's shoulders slumped as he walked, and he let out a long sigh.
Just then, he passed by a fireplace, and an idea made itself known in his head. The issue with his mother briefly forgotten, Draco smirked a bit and approached the fireplace, grabbing a handful of Floo powder and tossing it into the fire. Maybe he could take the opportunity to get to know his little brother better.
"Grimmauld Place."
~oOo~
The next morning, Harry woke up with a clearer head than the evening before.
He sat up slowly and looked out the window. The sun was well into the sky, marking the time as closer to the afternoon than morning, as Harry first believed. A frown graced his lips; he usually never slept so late into the day. Not since he was on the run with Hermione and Ron from Voldemort. He had an excuse for such laziness, as he believed it to be; the day before left him physically, emotionally, and mentally tired. His body was trying to recuperate after such an impactful say such as yesterday.
With a drawn sigh, Harry slid from his bed and stretched. The crisp, cold air of winter immediately penetrated his body, seeping the warmth from his bare skin. He shivered slightly as goosebumps arose on his arms and his nipples hardened to little nubs. Instead of climbing back into the warmth of his bed, as he so wanted to, he took a deep breath, drawing the cold air into his lungs and holding it there.
After a moment, he let it out slowly, allowing his magic to trickle out from his core at the same time. He grinned when he felt his magic tingle under his skin, warming his body.
Almost immediately, his goosebumps disappeared. It was a little trick he figured out on accident one morning camping out with Hermione and Ron. Out in the woods, it was freezing cold at night and in the mornings, no matter the season, and while Harry did enjoy the cool temperatures, he eventually got fed up.
His stomach suddenly grumbled, reminding him that he went to bed last night without any dinner. He sighed and padded from his room to downstairs, in the kitchen. After a few grumbles about a particular stupid, useless house elf, Harry began to make himself breakfast. Tea, coffee, orange juice, pancakes, bacon, sausage, hash browns and a few other things he felt in the mood to eat was soon on the table.
He felt a brief sense of vague gratitude towards the Durselys for forcing him to cook their meals since he could reach over the stove. Hadn't they done so, he would be starving, as Kreacher refused to cook him any meals. In fact, the house elf refused to do anything.
So immersed in his thoughts, Harry didn't notice when his fireplace flared, but he did hear the familiar voice call out his name. Pausing with his fork halfway to his mouth, he blinked and looked up.
Was that…Draco?
He put the fork down and stood, poking his head out from the dining room. Indeed, Draco was standing in the living room, dusting off his robes as he looked around curiously. Harry grinned and fully stepped out of the dining room into the living room.
"Hey, Draco."
The blonde looked over and smirked. "Now, now Harry. I am your brother, not your lover. Go put a shirt on, or something."
"Wha—." Harry's cheeks heated as he looked down, and he stuck his tongue out at Draco, turning for the stairs. He looked over his shoulder as he headed up. "There's food in the dining room, and tea or other drinks. Kreacher doesn't listen to me, but he might listen to you. Since you're a pureblood and a descendant of the 'Most Ancient and Noble Black family' and everything."
Draco frowned. "He does not feel the urge to punish himself for disobeying you?"
"No." Harry stopped and shook his head. "He's batshit crazy and believes that Walburga Black is still alive. Not that she's helping any, putting herself in that huge portrait and having an unstickable charm put on the frame so that she could yell at whoever she wants, whenever she wants."
"Harsh."
"You don't know the half of it." The two grinned at each other for a moment, then Harry looked down. "I'll go put on a shirt now."
Draco snorted. "You do that."
"I will as soon as you stop bitching." Harry ran up the stairs before Draco could send a hex his way. And also to hide the huge smile making its way on his face.
He couldn't explain it, but he just knew that he and Draco had bonded very quickly. Maybe it was because they already knew each other for seven years. Maybe it was because their veelas recognized him as brothers. Harry paused in the middle of pulling his shirt down.
Veelas…
He was a veela. Or rather, he was going to be one, as soon as the spell was reversed. Draco was a veela. Lucius was a veela. His real family, a family of veelas.
Death Eater or not, Lucius was still his father and like it or not he was going to get used to it. The man was his family, his blood. He wondered if he could possibly visit Lucius in Azkaban…If he could, he would go soon after he went through his transformations. Even if he had to throw his name around a little.
Satisfied with his decision, Harry finished changing and went downstairs, where he found Draco in the dining room with a cup of coffee. He arched a brow, but said nothing as he sat down across from the blonde—where his still full plate was—and continued to eat. Draco gave him a glare.
"What?"
Harry looked up innocently. "What, what?"
"You know what!" Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Why did you look at me like that?"
"Like what?" Harry asked, suppressing his laugh. Draco growled in response, returning to his coffee.
"Insufferable git."
"Why thank you, Draco, I didn't know you were capable of giving compliments."
"Ugh!"
Before either of them could say anything else, a loud bell began to ring, a continuous ring that counted twelve times before stopping. Harry startled out of his seat, quickly swishing his wand so that all his dishes floated into the kitchen. He left the dining room swiftly, Draco hot on his heels.
"Harry, where are you going?"
"The kids—oh, come on."
"What kids?"
Harry grabbed Draco's wrist and he dragged the blonde to the room where he could best see the children playing. They were just trickling out of their houses, high-pitched laughter quickly filling the air as the children greeted each other and began playing. Harry gestured for Draco to be quiet when the blonde opened his mouth, putting his hand on the cold glass window in reverence.
"I wonder what it's like. Being so carefree, so…happy, when you're that young."
Draco shifted uncomfortably. He had also been deprived of such a happy-go-lucky childhood—as most pureblood children were—and therefore couldn't explain anything to Harry. They were the same in that sense, never having the opportunity to act their age, though the reasons behind why were different.
"Though to tell the truth, I wouldn't like to be like that very much." Harry admitted.
"Why not?" Draco asked, head tilting to the side.
"Because I don't want such false innocence in the world we live in. Should something bad happen, it could drastically change everything for you; you'd be bitter and cynical. But if you already expect such things, because you know how the world is, that wouldn't be an issue. At least, not as big of an issue."
"How pessimistic of you, Harry."
The raven shrugged. "Don't tell me you're any different."
"No, I agree with you." Draco smirked. "I imagine Dumbledore is rolling in his grave right now. What, with his Golden Boy talking such a way."
"I was nothing more than a tool for Dumbledore." Harry snorted. "A pawn in his game of chess."
"All of my Slytherins were wondering when you would realize that." Draco shook his head.
"What?"
Draco looked at him incredulously. "Did you think you could hide it from us, Harry? You have more Slytherin attributes than you do Gryffindor. Granted, you do jump into dangerous situations head-first, but I think that has more to do with your hero-complex disorder above anything."
Harry flushed and scratched the back of his neck. "So then you know that the Sorting Hat wanted to originally put me in Slytherin, then?"
"No, I did not know that precisely. I only knew that your personality did not fit your House very well." Draco frowned. "How did you end up in Gryffindor?"
"Well, I kind of convinced it to put me there." Harry smiled ruefully. "Ron was the very first friend I ever made, and I was eager to please him. He told me that all the bad people went to Slytherin, and that it was an evil House. I panicked when the Hat told me I would be good in Slytherin, and convinced it to put me in Gryffindor, the supposed 'light' House."
"How interesting…" Draco said with a considering look on his face as he stared at Harry.
A happy shriek caught their attention, and the two turned to see the children in a furious battle of snowballs. Harry grinned and shook his head.
"That is all I wanted to show you. Come on; we can go back into the kitchen."
Once settled down, the both of them sipping tea, Harry took the moment to ask Draco a question that was bugging him since the blonde appeared.
"Draco, are you okay? You look a little pale, and there are bags under your eyes."
The blonde sighed, setting down his tea and crossing his legs. "I believe mother is in the process of going insane. Since yesterday she has been…doing very unbecoming things. All last night, she was up throwing things and cursing throughout the halls. And this morning, she was up pacing and muttering to herself."
"Oh." Harry frowned. "Do you think it is because of…you know, me?"
"No!" Draco said vehemently. "Do not blame her actions on yourself, Harry. Whatever she is going through is from an accumulation of things over the years. Do not go thinking it was your fault."
Harry's head dropped. "Sorry."
"Do not apologize to me, Harry." Draco swiftly got up and kneeled in front of Harry, using the tip of his fingers to gently tilt the raven's head up. "Just do not blame yourself for things other people have done."
"Okay." Harry snorted as a thought popped into his head. "I never thought I'd see the day when Draco Malfoy was nice to me."
Draco smirked. "Well, we are brothers now, are we not?"
"Now? When were we not?"
"Good point; when we realized we were brothers."
The two shared a grin. Then Harry's lips straightened as he reached out and touched Draco's cheek. It was the first time he ever saw Draco smile. A real, genuine smile. It reminded Harry of just how many were actually very genuine with him. Unfortunately, it was a very small number.
"Harry?" Draco said, concern lacing his words.
Harry pulled away. "I'm fine."
"But—."
"What is being a veela like?" Harry abruptly asked, desperately trying to change the subject.
Draco's lips tightened, but he let the subject go. "Would you like to see my true form?"
When the raven nodded eagerly, Draco stood and took deep breath. A soft light surrounded him, growing brighter by the second until was too bright to the point that Harry had to close his eyes. When the light faded, he opened his eyes and promptly gasped at the sight before him.
He never saw anything so beautiful. Draco's skin looked like as if it was bathed in liquid moonlight; his hair—now an almost molten silver-like color—fell straight down his back to his waist. With his eyes open, Harry could see that Draco's icy blue orbs were now had a silverish tinge to them, and glowed slightly. Even standing still, Draco gave off a sense of gracefulness that one would not be able to accomplish in a lifetime.
But the extraordinary thing that caught Harry's attention were the glowing platinum silver wings flaring out behind Draco. Sixteen feet of honest to god wings. Harry gulped and stepped forward, reaching out as if to touch one. He hesitated, looking at Draco as if for permission. The blonde nodded slightly and Harry gently touched the feathered limb.
Oh, he thought as he felt along the wing. It was warm to the touch and softer than anything Harry ever felt. A slight shiver vibrated the wing under his hand and he looked towards Draco questioningly.
"They are sensitive." He shrugged.
Harry lifted his hand, not wanting to hurt the blond, but not before giving the wing another gentle caress. "They're beautiful."
"They are actually very plain for a veela. But that is because I am a dominant, we tend to not have very colorful wings. It is the submissive who have the more intricate, beautiful feathers; to attract mates."
"Dominant? Submissive?" Harry tilted his head in confusion.
"Ah yes, you do not know." Draco stayed in his veela form, but retracted his wings as he sat down beside Harry. "There are two different types of veelas; the dominate and the submissive. Neither is gender restricted, but there are very few female dominates, and even fewer male submissives. The dominate is…how do I say—the dominate is the provider of the family; the father-figure, relatively speaking. The submissive, on the other hand—."
"Is the mother-figure?" Harry guessed.
"Of a sort, yes." Draco nodded in approval. "The submissive does give birth to young, even the males. Unlike other species, however, veela submissives are not weak. Quite the opposite, in fact. Submissives are stronger than dominates actually."
"Really?" Harry gaped. "Why?"
Draco shrugged, smiling down at Harry. "Children." He simply stated. At Harry's confused expression, he continued.
"The submissive carries the babe, raises it, protects it. It isn't a sexist issue. A dominant will equally protect the family, but veela-wise, the dominants' instincts are to hunt and mark territory. A submissive stays home, so if a predator appears and the dominant isn't there—which he, or she, most likely won't be—it is up to the submissive to protect their young."
"Oh. I guess that makes sense."
"Indeed. Is there anything else you would like to know?"
"Am I a dominate or submissive veela?"
"Ah." Draco frowned. "We will not know until you go through your inheritance. We should definitely get in contact with Severus about that, immediately."
Harry frowned. "Oh. How can you tell the difference?"
"Between a dominate and submissive?" Draco continued at Harry's nod. "The most obvious is their wings; a dominate will usually have feathers of only one color and either little to no designs on them, while a submissive tend to have between three to five different colored feathers and very complex designs. I do in fact have designs on my wings, but they are small and white, therefore hard to notice."
"Cool."
"Another noticeable difference is the size of the fangs and the sharpness of the nails." Draco continued. "Submissives have larger and sharper fangs, and extremely sharp nails. Veela's don't have claws, but nails that are sharp as razors. They only sharpen, however, when the veela is aggravated, so there is no worry of someone getting accidentally hurt."
"Oh, good." Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Is there…anything else I should now?"
A thoughtful look came over Draco's face. "At the moment, not that I can say. I do not want to overwhelm you, so the rest can wait until later. Some things, however, you will have to learn yourself."
Harry groaned. "Merlin."
"You will be fine. As soon as you are restored to your original self, anyway. Now that I think about it…" Draco stood. "Shall we send a letter to Severus? Or would you prefer to just Floo over?"
"Floo would probably be best. He's probably locked himself in his potions lab." Harry also stood.
Draco laughed. "Most likely."
The two walked out of the room, as it did not have a fireplace, and quickly crossed through the house to the sitting room. Draco, being the person who knew where Severus lived, took the honors to go first by grabbing a handful of Floo powder and throwing it into the fire.
"Prince Manor."
Harry arched a brow as he grabbed his own handful of the green powder. He knew the story behind Snape and his true heritage, but would have never expected the man to embrace it, as seemed apparent by the fact that he was staying in the manor belonging to the wizarding side of his family. For some reason, Harry had expected the Potions Master to be a little more resentful, as was such with Voldemort. Then again, he never knew what to expect out of the enigmatic Severus Snape.
~oOo~
Severus Snape paced his room, apparently deep in thought. A thoughtful look stretched his face and his eyes saw something far away, in a different time...
"Sev'! Hurry up" An impatient Lily called to the dark haired boy. Only at the age 11, Lily was a beauty; everyone knew that she would grow into a stunning young lady.
Not quite the fiery red it would later be when Lily grew older, her hair was a deep auburn; a few strands hinting to the brighter red of her later years. Upon her face laid two of the brightest, shiniest emeralds ever in existence of which with one glance would make one feel as if she could see directly into your soul. A small pixie like nose-slightly upturned-sat above plump pink lips that were at the moment turned in a half smile-half frown as Lily urged young Severus to keep up.
23 years prior made none the difference for the young man other than his hair, not quite yet affected by the harsh chemicals of potions, which fell in gentle waves to his shoulders. His hooked nose was considerably less prominent but his deep onyx eyes already gained its scathing glare that would send many to tears in their later years. But now, his eyes held warmth as he gazed at the young girl before him; the love he knew would never be reciprocated the only thing that softened his harshness.
"Come on, Sev'! We're going to be wizards! We have to tell the whole world!" Lily cried at him.
As their birthdays were on the same day—June 1st—Lily and Severus received their letter of acceptance to Hogwarts on the exact same day, at the exact same time. Young Snape always knew he was to be a wizard as he was a half-blood due to his mother, but Lily knew nothing of the wizarding world and was extremely ecstatic to find out she was a witch.
Now the young duo made their way up the small cliff that resided somewhere between their houses. It was Lily's idea to climb the cliff and scream into the wind, to 'announce to the world that they were wizards'. To Severus it was a stupid idea, but he would anything to make Lily happy. So, like a good little love-sick puppy, he followed her all the way to the top of the cliff and now stood next to the now impatient Lily, who wanted him to do as she did and scream into the wind, 'I AM A WIZARD!'.
Again, Severus thought the idea was stupid, but did whatever Lily wanted of him. If she asked him to jump off this very cliff, he would've done it no questions asked. Therefore, with a resolved mind, Severus took a deep breath and leaned forward—
Suddenly, Severus jumped; snapping out of his memory. A noise caught his attention. It sounded like the whoosh of the Floo. He stood inhumanly still for a moment, eyes narrowed and ears focused. And then again, the Floo flared again, followed immediately by a thump and a loud curse. Then laughter.
Suspicion filled him, and the dark-eyed man quickly left his room and went down stairs. He went straight to his sitting room, where the only active Floo was located. Inside, he found a laughing Draco, accompanied by a grumbling Pot—the boy dusting his clothes off.
"It's not funny, Draco." The boy snapped, looking up to glare at said blonde.
"It was definitely funny."
"No way. Merlin, you're annoying."
Draco stopped laughing. "Me? You are the bloody Gryffidor."
"Hey! We talked about that already!" The boy's face went red.
Taking this as his cue to enter, before a fight could break out in his house, Severus stepped fully into the room and cleared his throat loudly. Both jumped and whirled around, wands raised, to find Severus staring at them in amusement; a single eyebrow raised as if to say what are you going to do?
Draco was first to calm and lower his wand with a sheepish look before glancing at the boy and elbowing him in the ribs. The boy glanced back at Draco before also lowering his hand and stepping back with an equally sheepish look on his face.
For a second or so, Severus—possibly for the first time in his life—was shocked almost speechless. Standing beside each other, Draco and the boy could just about be twin brothers. Excluding their difference in height, hair and eye color, they were nearly one in the same.
Slight, lithe builds—perfect for the seeker positions both owned—where as Draco was taller by a good head and shoulders at 6'2 while the boy only stood at probably around 5'5, maybe 5'6. In 6th year, the boy began to grow his hair out, therefore forcing it to lie down, to just past his shoulders and framed his face perfectly; the same as Draco but lacking the natural curl to the ends as the boy had—and the drastic difference in color. The hair drew you to look to their face, both of which had a heart shape.
Though the eyes shared different colors, the shape stayed the same and were almost identical. The same straight, only slightly just upturned nose centered their faces and sat over the same pouty, bow shaped lips—the boy's were a darker red where Draco's were a light pink. The sheepish look they now shared only highlighted their similarities.
Their stances were nearly the same—both had an unconscious confidence about them that straightened their backs and raised their heads high, even when chastised. Clearly, Lucius wasn't as skillful as he thought in charms, or the charm itself couldn't prevent the boy's natural features from growing as he grew older.
Draco cleared his throat and stepped forward. "Uncle Severus, it is good to see you."
Severus arched a brow. "You saw me just yesterday, Draco."
"Excuse me for trying to greet you properly." Draco huffed, then glanced at Harry. "Um…I brought Harry with me. Harry—."
"Hey, am I right here." The boy snapped once again before turning to Severus. "Hello Professor."
"Boy." Severus nodded his head in greeting.
Draco spoke up once again. "I figured it would be easier if we came here, Severus. Harry's place is less than appealing, and mother is currently having a lapse in sanity…"
Severus raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps I should pay her a visit, then."
"No! I mean, that would not be smart at the moment, Severus. She is grief-struck and will not recognize anyone. Merlin knows how many nasty hexes I had to dodge just to bring her food, which she will not eat. I thank Salazar that I am such an excellent seeker."
A snort from the boy brought the stares of both Severus and Draco. He stood slightly behind Draco and off to the side, now leaning against a wall with his arms crossed and a smirk in place with a raised eyebrow.
Draco narrowed his eyes at the boy. "What was that?"
"What was what?" The boy said, feigning innocence.
"That snort." Draco pointed out.
"I heard no such thing." The boy said smoothly.
"Lair."
"Prove it."
"Severus heard it to."
"He did not."
"How would you know?!" Draco burst out.
"Because there was no snort in the first place." The boy smirked.
Well played, Severus could not help but think. It was slightly confusing, as that cunning was meant for Slytherins and the boy was anything but in his opinion.
Draco sputtered for a second before growling at the boy, who only widened his smirk into a grin.
"Alright, alright. I did snort. But only because we both know who the better seeker is." His statement caught the interest of Severus, who focused his eyes on the boy.
Neither Lucius nor Lily were much of quidditch players—Draco's skill came from hard work and determination as Narcissa was horrid at the sport—but the boy seemed to have a natural inner ability to catch the snitch. Previously it was believed to be genetics because of James' excellent seeker ability, but James is not the boy's father. Not to mention, the boy was twice as good on a bad day as James on his best, of which even James' die-hard fans had to agree with.
"Damn you, Harry I ought to kill you one day." Draco pulled his wand out and pointed it at Harry, who only raised an eyebrow and drew his grin back into a smirk.
Severus could not believe that the two went straight from actually trying to kill each other to such playful, brotherly banter in less than 24 hours. But maybe even their school rival was only an unconscious sibling rivalry, as the two were only a few months apart—the boy's birthday on July 31st and Draco's on June 5th.
But it was time to put an end to this. Severus cleared his throat. "What, pray tell, would be easier if you two came here?"
The two shared a look. The boy then looked at Snape almost...shyly?
"Professor…" He hesitated for a moment, looking down, then looked back at Severus determinedly. "Professor, about the spell placed on me…My mother said that you could break it. That is...i—if you don't mind."
Dammit. I forgot about that buggering spell. Damn you Lucius, and you to Lily.
"Of course, boy." The Potions Master sighed. "I presume you have access to this spell?"
The boy's face brightened slightly before he nodded enthusiastically. "Griphook showed it to me in my mother's diary. It has the spell L-Lucius used and the counter curse, and how to do it properly. I read through and realized why a proficient Legimins master would be required. It takes unwavering concentration and a strong will." A look came over the boy's face as he continued even deeper.
"You'll be required to use Legillimens Maximus as you recite the spell, using it to go straight to my magical core and unwind the spell Lucius placed on me. Though the practice is pretty simple, relatively speaking, the theory behind is a little wobbly. If the cursed person does not have a strong magical core, then their magic could very well lose control and kill the person.
"The spell is meant to completely change the person's entire magical signature, making it untraceable to one's correct heritage. Because the spell is directly woven into one's magical core, as the core grows, the spell winds tighter and tighter. In some cases, the spell could possibly kill the person as they come into their inheritance, usually when a person has creature blood or a particularly strong magical core." he finished.
Draco and Snape stared at Harry in shock. That lecture was Granger worthy. No one—literally no one—ever thought the boy had enough intellect to keep up with Granger, let alone completely smash her to bits in theological lectures.
The boy looked at both of them. "What?"
"Harry, what you just said...where did all that come from?" Draco asked.
A blush crept into the boy's cheeks and he looked embarrassed...almost shamefully so. "I-I always held back in classes." He said softly.
Draco looked at him incredulously. "Why would you do something like that?"
The blonde, who thought education was hell of important, could not fathom someone purposely holding back.
They watched as the boy ducked his head low, his chin hitting his chest, and his shoulders slumped. He murmured something.
"What? Harry, what is it?" The boy raised his head to glare at Draco. His eyes abruptly lost their fire and he sighed.
"The Dursleys." He said simply.
"What?" Draco's brow furrowed. "The Dursleys? Who are they?"
Suddenly, Severus paled considerably and accidentally let out a shocked gasp. A pair of green-blue eyes and silver eyes turned on him. Snape looked at Harry almost fearfully.
"Petunia?" He spat out.
The boy's eyes widened; he nodded slightly and turned to Draco.
"My mother's sister." He said with a curious glance to Severus. "She married a walrus of a man and had a walrus of a son. They...don't like magic and therefore hated my guts. It was...uh." He hesitated, looking up at Draco and grabbing the hem of his shirt.
"What is it, Harry?" Draco stepped closer.
"They abused me." The boy said quietly. "They called me things like 'freak' and beat me; to get the freak out of me, they said. Dudley—that's their son, my cousin—would play 'kick the freak' with his friends—"
Draco suddenly growled and grabbed the boy, lifting his shirt.
"Oi, watch it." The boy said, struggling.
"Harry, if you do not stop now, I will stun the shit out of you and do this the hard way. So stop it." Draco bit out. The boy stopped and lowered his eyes in shame.
Draco swiftly pulled of his shirt and gasp in horror, wobbling backwards. Severus' legs almost gave out from what he saw. It…reminded him of himself when he was younger.
For one thing, the boy was horribly malnourished. Severus always thought it was strange that the boy always ate so little during meal times. But looking at him now, Severus realized that if the boy ate anymore he would throw up, as his body was used to eating the bare minimum to survive.
Each rib showed clear through his skin even as his Quidditch-hardened abdominals contradicted the rest of him. His arms, though clearly muscled, were frightful thin and tapered into even thinner, fragile wrist. He was literally skin and bones with not an ounce of fat on him. It was almost scary.
But the worst of it was the welts across his back. Older ones clearly showed through underneath the newer ones; most of them looked only half healed, as if he received another beating or had to do hard labor before he could heal properly. Bruises that never completely healed littered his sides, adding on to his skinniness and making him look sickly. It was a surprise that the boy even survived all these years with all the shit he went through.
"Because I was a 'freak' I could never do anything good or better than their precious Duddykins." The boy said bitterly. "The first time I was ever beaten was after 1st grade began. One day we were sent home with report cards, and I was so excited because I thought Aunt Petunia would finally stop hating me because I got straight A's." He took a shuddering breath. "I was so wrong. When I arrived home, I immediately ran to Aunt Petunia to show her my grades. Dudley already showed her his as he got picked up from school while I had to walk. So when I showed her my straight A's she went into a raging fit. She slapped me so hard a fell to the floor and almost lost consciousness.
In the background, I could hear her shrieking at me 'How dare you get better grades than Dudley' 'You are nothing but a stupid freak, don't try to be better than what you are.' Turns out Dudley had mostly B's and C's because he'd rather spend his time bullying kids. Since then I always held back in classes and rarely got C'sm instead going with the safe side with D's just in case. But it was a double edged sword; because I got bad grades, Uncle Vernon would beat me and send me to the cupboard."
"The cupboard?" Draco asked with a deadly calm voice. In this way, he was just like his mother; the calmer she grew, the angrier she was, and the more likely you were going to die very painfully.
The boy shrugged. "'S where I slept till I got accepted to Hogwarts. That's why I'm so short, you know? Sleeping curled up and sitting hunched over with barely any food to eat for most of my life stunted my growth. Can I have my shirt back now?"
Draco handed the boy back his shirt, furious. "Harry, how could you not be angry over this? I want to kill those bloody wankers slowly and painfully."
The boy shrugged his shoulders again. "I was angry so much, so long ago. I'm sick of being angry. I just want to try to live a normal life as possibly now that Voldemort's gone." He sighed. "Now I got this shit to deal with. Speaking of which, Professor will you do the spell for me? I think you're the best Legimins other than Dumbledore, but no one knows where he's at, so you're left. Not to mention my mother asked specifically for you."
Beside him, Draco nodded empathetically. Damn the both of them…
Severus looked at the boy for a moment, contemplating on what to do. He couldn't seem to dredge up the usual hate he felt. The hatred he felt for James could not be reciprocated to the boy, as Potter was not his true father. Not to mention, he and the boy were not sio different, childhood wise. Maybe it had even be worse for the boy. He at least had Lily, but the boy had no one. Finally, he nodded once.
"I will do the damned spell. Don't expect immediate changes, and we're not doing this until tomorrow, after some properly rest."
"Yes, sir." The boy beamed. "Thank you, sir."
"And stop with the 'sirs' and 'professors'." Severus scowled. "You are a man now, act like it. Call me Snape."
"Yes...Snape. Again, thank you."
"You are welcome...Harry."

Ah, the blooming of their relationship. Just in case no one caught on to it yet - a change I have made is that Severus will no longer be human. I thought about it and realized that there was no way possible that a human would be able to keep up with a veela libido wise when they were in heat. And so I am working on what he's going to be. I am, as always, open for suggestions.
~Blade :)
P.S. Review okay? Because I plan on doing review responses next chapter and that will be kind of hard to do with no reviews lol.
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