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Thou Shalt Not!	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 17650 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Title: Thou Shalt Not!
Fandom: Harry Potter
Notes: Post-Battle of Hogwarts fic in part. Non-Epilogue compliant. AR/AU. Evil Dumbledore.
Summery: Severus Snape survives the war, only to realize he has nothing left to live for. While musing what he might have done differently, he is interrupted by the arrival of Dumbledore who is doing some 'housekeeping'. A duel begins and in an attempt to save himself, Severus does the unthinkable and breaks one of the greatest tenants of Magic!
What has he done and where has he gone?

The Past- Ch2
Severus wasn't sure where he was going until he reached his first destination. He needed a plan. What was he doing? How would he accomplish it? Who he might count on as his allies? Was he really going to attempt to rewrite his past from almost the very first day of his Hogwarts career? How arrogant was he? Or better yet, how Slytherin was he going to be? He smirked, "My name is Aurelius Prince. Thus I am and thus I shall be." From hence for the eleven year old Severus Snape was thus and he even in his thoughts must be Aurelius, it was called compartmentalizing and he'd become an expert at it since he was four and realized that he was a wizard and his father Tobias hated him for it.
Aurelius, that was his name, only Lucius, Severus, Remus and one very devious almost Slytherin Goblin need know what his real name was.
Above all Albus Percival Brian Wulfric Dumbledore need never know, the last thing he needed to worry about was Dumbledore knowing whom he was, where he came from and why. He of all people should know what a cornered Dumbledore was capable of.
Upon reaching the wards, Aurelius realized he had one safe house where he couldn't be touched. Pity, he hadn't thought to hide from Dumbledore there prior to nearly being eliminated as a threat, which resulted in his rash and surprising trip back in time. Clutching his wand he Apparated straight to Merrivale Manor which lay in Dartmoor, Devonshire, the ancestral home of the Prince Family. Merrivale was between Princetown, which had taken its name from the Prince Family of course and Tavistock, on the edge of the property was a set of standing stone or as locals called them menhirs. The Muggle Locals called this set of standing stones Merrivale having long forgotten that there was a squire's home here, the standing stones Merrivale includes a double stone row 182m long, 3m wide, which are aligned almost exactly east-west forming a sort of private drive that other wizard architects and landscapes chose in later eras to do with hedges. There are also stone circles that once were places Prince seers had meditated hoping for a glimpse into the future- like Granger he was too logical and didn't quite believe in the volatile hand of fate. There was also a kistvaen, which appeared to be a ruin but was actually large fine structure that was far larger inside then it appeared outside, it was built out of the Merrivale Granite and Elvan, which is a type of quartz that came from Penzance way eons ago. The Prince Vault was not in a churchyard, it had been built within the wards boundaries but not close enough to truly disturb the view and was magically grounded enough to accommodate the generations of Princes from the building of Merrivale Manor. As the son of Eileen Prince and the only surviving male in the family this place was his.
Dartmoor is an area of moorland in south Devon, England. The house was made of the granite that littered the moorland; the Prince family had been responsible for protecting the Magical creatures that made their home there as well making sure that they didn't stray into Muggle territory. To the North of Merrivale were the hamlet, the quarry and Staple Tor, while Cox Tor was to the immediate west.
The moorland is capped with many exposed granite hilltops known as tors, providing habitats for Dartmoor wildlife. The highest point is High Willhays, which is 621m above sea level. Muggles considered the entire area rich in antiquities and archaeology.
Merrivale Manor, the Seat of the Prince Family was built in the 1300's, some four hundred or so years post-establishing of Hogwarts and pre-consolidation of the magical world to places like Tinworth in Cornwall, and Upper Flagley in Yorkshire and Ottery St. Catchpole in Devon which of course wasn't far as the crow flies. Maybe an hour and twenty minutes by Muggle means, it being over forty miles but less than sixty depending on route taken of course. He could drive, Mr. Evans insisted on teaching him and Lily at the same time.
If had been the family's wish it could have been made to resemble a rather broken down ruin but that was took much trouble for if they knew it was there they'd want to explore it or knock it down. According to the Muggles, this was a national park, this part that included the estate was not only unplottable but had wards that simultaneously transported Muggles from one side to the other without their known something was there.
Merrivale Manor was gaining an almost tumbled down look to even those to could see past the wards. A pity for it'd been a nice home according to those like the Malfoys, Blacks, Crabbes, Goyles, Puceys, Flints and so on who'd attended gay parties there for eons. He sighed, he'd have to become a lot like a young Lucius; vibrant, vivacious and gay- well by that he meant joyful and charming. Something he wasn't naturally but dragged to enough Slytherin hosted parties and he learned to be.
After all the Blacks' originally lived nearby at a place called Grimpound, however when they moved away the lack of concentrated living magic caused it to decay faster then Muggles would believe. Muggles swore it hadn't been inhabited since 1300 BC, or at least it dated to that time their way of reckoning. Wizarding perception of time and eons was different. They could count how many years ago but with calendar changes between both Wizards and Muggles it was hard to know when their perception of events coincided.
Now the only family he had was his eleven year old self, his drunken depressed mother and his abusive drunk Muggle Father. Well that would change. He'd sweep that poor boy out of harms way; Obliviate his mother into thinking her husband was dead and try to get the woman some help while blood adopting himself and well, pretending to be a pureblood. Of course being a Slytherin and a good friend of Lucius Malfoy he'd learned the proper mannerisms and speech.
There was as he remembered from his one glance at the Prince Family tree tapestry, an Aurelius who'd disappeared and fallen off the tree. He had no death date. He'd just convince the tapestry he was Aurelius Prince rather then Severus Snape. If anyone could convince ancient tapestry of anything it was he! He murmured the spell in later that would open the wards that were locked when his grandfather died oh five years ago. He used a weak, carefully controlled slicing jinx to spill his blood on the edge of the north side of the property.
He wracked his memories for how much blood one needed to spill to reclaim a magically sealed family seat. When a member of an Ancient Wizarding family who inherited an entire familial estate by entail they received on their seventeen birthday a sealed missive from Gringotts. Much of which he'd not understood when he had received it and it had taken Lucius time to explain it all. He'd deemed reclaiming this place too onerous. Where was his Lucius when he needed him? He sighed with a pang in his heart, Kissed that's where.
As each drop of blood landed on the wands the place changed, there was magic in a wizard's blood. More so then a witch's not that they would agree. The place had looked half abandoned and half frozen in time, an odd mix but understandable. After the first pint of blood the lights in the Manor came on, shining though it were still daylight. The green of the lawn seemed brighter; the fountain in the centre of the courtyard could be heard. The scent of growing things filled the air.
After over a pint of blood, nearly two he, Aurelius Prince, formerly Severus Snape, Headmaster of Hogwarts stepped over the wards' edge onto the Merrivale Estate. The magic of the place strengthened as he strode towards the house.
He had created strong wards in his lifetime and weaved them into the already existing wards. No Dumbledore was going to show up and threaten him.
He walked up the stone flagged drive, through the wrought iron gate which were guarded by two large dragons that resembled welsh greens, wings spread and mouths wide showing fierce stone teeth.
Pity he hadn't lived here in his last attempt at a life, how different things would have been.
The lawns surrounded the Manor, behind it had been a set of four cottages if he remembered correctly where the manor's outdoor servants had lived. House elves were more suited to indoor tasks.
There had been a set of farms to the south and west of the Manor house. Where the Muggle church and parsonage would have been there was an owlry and meetinghouse for the inhabitants of the cottages. Where the graveyard was, was also the Prince Family vault. There was a pond, well it was more of a lake since a steam pooled into it.
There were also barns for storage of animals, other out buildings like the icehouse and also for storing the cottages' communal harvests after giving the house its due portion. There had been a mill as well at some point. With dragons dung as fertilizer, the farms on Manors owned by Pureblood families were often more prolific and less prone to droughts or famines.
None of which he could see from this approach, though built in the 1300s originally, it had been remodelled and added to over the generations.
As he approached the large oak doors they opened of their own accord.
Lined up in the hall was a set of six house elves in varying ages.
One stepped forward, "I is being Lolly sir. Would you be Lord Prince?" the large eyes wide with curiosity, ears twitching.
Aurelius nodded imperiously, "I would. I find myself stranded by a magical accident in what would be my past." Deciding with his elves honesty would be best. "I was born Severus Snape, son of Lady Eileen. My grandfather was the last Lord Prince. Unless I can find some way to return, the safest place would be the home of my ancestors. I don't wish my true name to be known."
"Princes be disappearing sometimes. Aurelius disappear once."
Aurelius smirked, "Exactly, that is why as far as outsiders need know, I am Aurelius Prince returned. Two Severus Snapes would be too confusing for most."
The house elf leader nodded bowing, "We ready to swear."
This much he remembered, he accepted the loyalty and offers of service from his house elves s per the traditional vows bonding they as master and servant. Thank Salazar that Lucius; his Lucius had taken him under his wing. For this Lucius hadn't yet done so. Hopefully, besides speaking to Severus, Lucius and Remus he hadn't disturbed the timeline over much. He couldn't even be sure that this was his timeline, the past he remembered. The incident at the edge of the woods had still come to past but how much still would? Would Remus become Severus' friend? Would Lucius think to introduce Remus to Petrovski?
Petrovski was a year ahead of Lucius, the son of a Russian wizard who would in Muggle terms be considered an Ambassador. If his memory served him correctly, Petrovski was a vampire, how that stayed a secret from Dumbledore he never knew. Petrovski's mother had been turned, well bitten by a vampire while carrying a child. The child had been born a dhampir, yet remained his father's heir. Although Durmstrang would have accepted him best, his father had as Lucius explained decided that it would be a unique experience to attend Hogwarts. During the summers, he would be tutored privately to ensure he would pass his native Ministry's equivalent of OWLS and NEWTS for he would still be expected to know all that his Durmstrang counterparts would know.
Being a dhampir, he drank no blood but during the days of the new moon he would rise during the night and a sort of violent frenzy would over take him. So it would be up to the boys' prefects to lock him away in a disused dungeon. Being a dhampir her couldn't turn anyone yet he had the dark untamed hair, sharp teeth, pronounced nose, sharp nails, and hawkish black eyes. Thinking back at the Potters' wild hair, it was possible that they had a dhampir in their lineage. Perhaps, so did Viktor Krum who shared dhampir traits as well. They were also quick, having an keen skill at flying.
Passing through the second white arch that led into the large entrance hall, he glanced around, seeing the white and black marbled floor, the half walls topped with columns that were broke by the entrance in the large front parlous/ Inside the narrow breakfronts where some books and knickknacks which soon where sparkling, there were a few landscapes and portraits of ancestors on the walls.
A dhampir was in essence like Bill Weasley, who shared traits of being a werewolf without being one. He wondered how much about himself Remus truly knew, Fenrir Greyback was a half Scottish, half English werewolf who supposedly liked to attack children. He was believed to be a predator; having met the strange man he did wonder how much of it was true. For the only person he attacked at Hogwarts was Bill Weasley, well during the Battle of the Astronomy Tower. However, as for his victims during the Battle of Hogwarts, he didn't know having not been involved there.
"My Lord?" spoke the elf.
Aurelius snapped impatiently as he continued to take in his surroundings and muse about things both past, future and present, "Yes?" he was never polite when interrupted at his musings.
"Would your Lordship like the Blue rooms or Old Lord Prince's grandfather's rooms?"
Aurelius glanced over at the elf, "Blue rooms." He had little love for his grandfather who having no sons didn't seize him at birth…
Werewolves are often attributed superhuman strength, speed, and senses, far beyond those of both wolves and men. Which were true as his experiences in the company of Greyback and Lupin had shown him. They did burn with exposure to silver, thus why Remus made a poor brewer for any contact with a silver knife caused a rash and cutting himself would introduce it into the blood. That would make him sicken and rave like lead poisoning to a human.
Werewolves were shapeshifters, like vampires the product of a curse. A scholar like himself knew a werewolf had curved fingernails, thick eyebrows, low set ears and a swinging stride. They were also said to be ‘well-hung’, as well as having aggressive appetites for sex and food. After returning to their human forms, werewolves are usually weak, debilitated and undergoing painful nervous depression. While transformed they could speak like a man if addressed, they also ate what they hunted which would be whatever animal they could catch. A male werewolf varied in colouring in the manner that wolves did occasionally; they weighed between 50 and 85 kilograms and had a bushy tail, a short snout, short ears and curled fangs hanging over their lips. They weren’t truly harmful to all which was why not all ‘werewolf attacks’ resulted in the ‘victim’ becoming a werewolf.
The how and why one became a werewolf was never explained, they tend to be secretive and lived isolated from both wizard and Muggle communities. Before the Muggleborns rose to such heights they weren’t feared, vampires and dhampirs founded it easier for the most part to blend in.
That idiotic Wolfsbane potion that Dumbledore forced him to brew and give to Lupin, Salazar’s Cauldron! It was nothing less than poison, Wolfsbane had itself been used to poison werewolves, but it was claimed cure lycanthropy for centuries.
Enough musing about werewolves and dhampirs, he was hungry. He called for food and firewhiskey. Then he went to nap, content in the knowledge that whatever demons he was escaping that he was safe within both wards and walls of Merrivale.

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