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Past Present Future	By : NonCanonFiction Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3556 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

IMPORTANT AUTHOR NOTE, PLEASE READ: Unfortunately my computer broke so I've decided to upload the two chapters that I had printed out for proofreading. I am hoping that I will be able to salvage my computer as well as the rest of the chapters that I had written. I'm not sure how long this will take and if it's possible and if I should start trying to write everything over, grrr....anyway, please wish me luck. I hope to be back with a working computer and on regular updates again soon.

Ch. 4: Past

School had just started and already Severus hated it. He had been anticipating coming to Hogwarts, to finally prove the spiteful words of his parents wrong; to prove that Albus Dumbledore could love him. But he was wrong. Already the only emotion that Severus had managed to illicit from the Headmaster was disappointment and it was all because of that stupid bloody sorting hat! Just thinking about it was enough to make Severus’ blood boil and so the Slytherin had waited ever so patiently, until nearly midnight for when he knew the school would be silent.

Sneaking out of his room and pass the sleeping boys was child’s play for Severus who was small for his age and as quite as a mouse. Not even Severus’ breathing could be heard (he had picked up that habit quickly after a few hits from his Father for being too noisy). Drawing the dark robe closer over his nightshirt so that he could blend in with the shadows, the small boy is skilled enough to even make it pass the sleeping portraits without causing a stir. Grinning at his success Severus carefully exits the Slytherin common room, steps silent as he makes his way down a labyrinth of dark and empty hallways.

The journey from the basement to the tallest tower besides the one used for astronomy was long and even longer due to the fact that Severus was careful not to draw any attention to himself, and after what felt like hours the small boy finally arrived to the gargoyle statue that he had ever only seen once before.

“Chocolate frogs,” Severus softly whispered. The statue didn’t move. The boy was not too surprised however, given the fact that the password was more than four years old.

“Ice mice, jelly slugs, cauldron cakes.” There was no movement from the gargoyle and briefly Severus pondered if he should cast an alohomora or not. At just the thought his fingers twitched slightly but Severus ignored his wand. The boy was sure that the password was one particular candy or another and in all likelihood there was probably some silent alarm that would go off if anyone tired to use ulterior means to enter the place.

Huffing softly Severus figured he’ll have to randomly name one candy after another until he chanced upon the password. Silently the boy prayed that this wouldn’t take all night before he continued to whisper out numerous amounts of different wizarding candies. It was not until the small boy said ‘pixie puffs’ that the stone gargoyle finally proceeded to, quite literally, jump into action. Or was it jump out of action since the thing had jumped out of the way as though he were as agile as a cat?

Giggling softly as he pondered that thought, though only briefly, the Slytherin hastily made his way up the moving staircase and into the moon-lit office. It wasn’t a full moon however so there wasn’t much light to be had, definitely not enough needed to find exactly what the boy was looking for.

“Lumus,” the Slytherin softly whispered, and with his wand outstretched the dark-haired boy continued his search, greatly aided by the beam of light his wand was currently projecting. It takes no more than a minute for Severus to catch sight of his prey—that blasted sorting hat!

“Found you,” the boy said smugly, having to stand on his tiptoes to pluck the dusty top hat down from its perch.

“Nn, has it been a year already?” the sorting hat asked in a groggy voice. The thing had probably been sleeping.

“No you moth-ridden fool, it is I, Severus Snape.”

The sorting hat continued to star at Severus mutely before, after a moment or so, it spoke again. “Dumbledore?”

Severus growled at the hat and was very near to just ripping the thing to shreds right then and there but almost as though the thought had been supplied by someone else entirely the boy suddenly realized that the sorting hat had no ears to speak of and the thing’s so called eyes were entirely for show. Rolling his eyes Severus lifted the hat up a few more inches so that he could let it plop down on his head, completely blocking his vision.

“Severus Snape!” the hat exclaimed in his mind, the thing clearly shocked by the identity of it’s visitor.

“Well, I see you haven’t gone completely senile with age,” the boy replied dryly before tapping his wand against the side of the top hat in warning. “Now, I do believe you and I have some business to attend to. I did promise you an ‘Incendio’ did I not?”

Severus could feel the sorting hat quiver atop his head, causing a broad grin to break out across the boy’s face. “Really, you should have listened to me and saved yourself from annihilation. Especially if you knew I was a Slytherin. How very foolish of you.” Chuckling darkly with wicked intent Severus quickly plucked the hat off his head. The small boy ignored the pleas and protests from the hat as he once more stood on his tip toes in order to place it back on it’s little perch. He’d let the Headmaster discover the pile of ash and wonder.

With that large grin still splitting his features in half Severus nullified the lumus before waving his wand in the proper hand motions for incendio. Parting thin lips Severus began to recite the spell, however the boy only managed to breath out an “Incen—” before his wand came flying out of his hand!

Startled the boy turned around swiftly, and it was only then, with his heart sinking and fear clouding his dark eyes, that Severus Snape gazed upon the tall figure of Albus Dumbledore who was currently stepping out of a corner of shadows. “Gran—grandfather,” Severus choked out in shock. Silence greeted him and it took but a moment for the boy to quickly recognize his mistake. “Headmaster,” he said this time, both voice and eyes readily giving away his fear.

“I have told you not to call me that,” Dumbledore said, stepping fully into the light of the waning moon. Severus’ figure was dwarfed when standing so near the Headmaster’s and indeed the boy felt even smaller after hearing his Grandfath…no, after hearing the Headmaster’s words. Severus would not make such a blunder again. That alone was nearly worse than being caught about to cast incendio on a Hogwart’s relic.

“I will have to inform Professor Slughorn of this incident.”

“I am sorry, Headmaster.” Severus voice was barely audible, the boy’s dark lashes fluttering madly as he tried to blink his tears away. He managed, barely.

“Due to the severity of the situation I fear that a Priori Incantatem is in order.” Severus felt his heart sink into his stomach like a heavy bezoar, except in this case the bezoar was hopelessly outmatched in sucking up the poison Albus Dumbledore was spewing. “If and only after I have discovered that the spells which were cast are not dangerous I will return your wand to Professor Slughorn, is that understood?”

“Yes, Headmaster.” Severus desperately wished he could sink through the floor but bravely the small boy squared his bony shoulders and tried to quell the slight trembling that had overcome his limbs.

“You are dismissed, Severus.” With his head hardly managing to remain in an upright position Severus slinked to the entrance of the office like the slimy little Slytherin he was. Spotting the staircase once the door was cracked open Severus exited the office and was just about to close the door behind him when the boy was stopped short by Dumbledore speaking yet again.

“Oh, and Severus?” the Headmaster said lightly, just light enough to give the boy a bit of hope, light enough to have Severus quickly turning around again, dark eyes now full of devotion as they gazed upon Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Grandfather to one Severus Snape.

“Y—yes, Headmaster?” Severus could scarcely get his voice to work since it seemed as though his erratically beating heart was lodged into his throat.

“Two-hundred points from Slytherin,” and before the boy could even show a flicker of shock, or hurt, or any other assortment of emotion the door to the Headmaster’s office was spelled shut with a loud thump! Severus hoped that the tears burning in his eyes and dampening his cheeks was not due to the Headmaster’s words, but to the fact that the slamming door had managed to catch his nose.

Tbc…
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