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DNA Mishap	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30487 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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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 year. 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 the 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 an impatient Lily who wanted to do as she did and scream into the '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, Snape jumped; snapping out of his memory. Looking around with a scowl, Snape caught sight of a beautiful tawny and deep brown feathered hawk owl that glared at him in disdain.

Draco. Snape thought, scowl deepening. Can't the boy spend even a day to himself without contacting me with his whining.

Snape snatched the parchment from the hawk owl's sharp talons, quickly avoiding the swift peck the damned bird sent him before flying off. Snape impatiently opened the letter and gave it a quick scan. His eyes widened as he read the content the letter entailed. It seemed the Prince of Slytherin knew not how to deal with the idiot Golden boy and was on the verge of losing it.

The parchment fell to the floor as Snape fell heavily into the leather chair conveniently behind him. His previous anger now melted away and was replaced with a feeling of dread. The only reason why he was not at the Malfoy Manor to comfort Narcissa was his avoidance of the boy. Potter, if it was possible to spat out a thought, Snape had just done so.

Then he gave a huge sigh. No, not Potter...Malfoy. The damned boy has not a inkling of Potter blood in him. Snape felt the tiniest amount of guilt towards the boy. Seven years of pure torture from him for no apparent reason left the young Griffindor confused and hurt. Seven years spent in vain trying to humiliate the poor boy for something that wasn't even related to him through blood.

Not that Snape knew that at the time. Of course not, how could he when the damned child looked exactly like James in his years at Hogwarts. Severus could not even claim that the boy had Lily's eyes. Most say he does, but most have not spent as much time with Lily as Snape. And Lily's eyes were the first thing he fell in love with, if anyone it was Snape who could notice the subtle differences between the eyes of the mother and child.

For starters, their eye colors were completely different. Where Lily had pure green emeralds, the boy's eyes were more so tourmaline color; a green shot through with an icy blue. A color that now made sense as his heritage was revealed; Lucius and Draco share that same icy blue color that shone silver on occasion. Also, the boy's eyes were slightly titled upwards; giving him a cat like appearance where Lily's were slightly bigger giving her a more piercing look.

Now, if one were to wonder why Snape repeatedly called Harry 'the boy' his only response would be to say that he truly did not know what else to call him. So used to calling him Potter or idiot boy, Snape had nothing else to refer him by. It would only cause awkwardness and confusion to simply call him Malfoy and Snape would not under any circumstance call him Harry. He was not the boy's godfather nor were they in any way close.

Speaking of being a godfather, Snape rose with a great sigh. As he was the godfather of Draco, it was his duty to go to the young man when he was contacted in distress. Snape had a feeling he would be spending more than just a few days at the Manor and packed a trunk accordingly.

What Snape did not know was that he was in for a doozy of a pickle...(a/n I hear old people say that all the time and thought it would be funny)

Another scowl sat upon Snape's face as he stood in the main parlor having just entered via floo. After receiving that letter, Snape expected a frantic Draco waiting for him redy to snap at him for arriving so late. He at least did not expect no one at all to greet him, not even a house elf.

Leaving his trunk by the fireplace, Snape strode out of the parlor, determined to find Draco and give him an earful about his 'mannerisms'...

Thirty futile minutes left Snape cursing so badly the worst of sailors would blush at his words. The dark haired man now stalked through the halls of the west wing for the second time after searching every nook and cranny in the east wing. But was the Manor bloody huge.

Snape glared at the halls ahead of him, a set of new curses fresh in his mind. But something to his left caught his eye just as he passed by. On a table, a flower-a red amaryllis-sat beside its pot, seperated from its brethren in the pot. Snape curiously but cautiously approached the table; waving his wand for curses or hexes that might have been placed upon the flower or pot.

Satisfied that it was clear, Snape analyzed the rose. Freshly cut and only just curling from the edges, the amaryllis was no different from the others. An idea forming in his mind, Snape gently pulled a second amaryllis from the pot; only jumping slightly when the wall beside it slid to the side. Warm light flooded from the opened door and quiet murmurs could be heard.

Approaching carefully, Snape peeked into the room to find Draco and the boy in a huge study. Draco was seated in a large leather chair gazing at the boy with a sad look on his face; the boy in question stood beside a large desk touching it only with his fingertips, silent tears rolling down his face. Snape walked in just as the boy said,

"I-I didn't know, Draco. He...he was a good person then, at least at one point in time." The boy looked downwards, brely moving his lips as he spoke. "He did love my mother."

Snape figured that the boy spoke of Lucius and from there realized they were in Lucius' private study. Draco nodded solemnly before rising to stand beside the boy, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"He was a very loving, proud man before the Dark Lord returned." His voice grew bitter. "Then he became this-this thing that groveled at the Dark Lords feet." He snorted in disgust.

Snape stepped fully into the room and cleared his throat loudly. Both jumped and whirled around, wands raised, to find Snape 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, Snape-for the first time in his life-was shocked speechless. Standing beside each other, Draco and the boy could just be about twins. Excluding their difference in height, hair and eye color, and the 'air' about them, 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 5'5. In 6th year, the bot began to grow his out, therefore taming it and 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 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 stance 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.

"Severus? Um...I wasn't expecting you so early...Knowing you and all." Snape focused only on Draco, raising an eyebrow. The blond looked slightly uncomfortable, shuffling his feet in a un-Malfoy like way. Suddenly, Snape was reminded of the boy after a night of cleaning cauldrons; impatient to leave and head to bed.

Snape shook the thought from his mind, sneering slightly at Draco. "As frantic you seemed in your letter, I figure you were desperate enough to do something...drastic." His eyes slid around the room before landing on the boy. "But I guess not."

Draco flushed slightly and walked briskly out of the room, pulling the boy with him, who scrambled and doubled his steps to keep up with Draco's longer legs. Snape followed them out of the room and stared, impressed, as the door slid back in place; the wall now again solid without a seam to indicate that there was anything on the other side.

Behind him, Draco spoke. "Father's private study. I...was only showing Harry. A very much needed tour is in order, so the Griffindork doesn't get lost and starve himself to death. The idiot wouldn't think to call a house elf and wonder around all day.

A scuffle began behind Snape and a muffled "Bloody git" was heard, presumably from the boy. Draco's previous statement reminded Snape of the earful he was to give Draco and turned around.

Then he sighed...again. Draco and the boy were on the floor, rolling around wrestling in an unseemly way. Snape never saw Draco act so un-Malfoy like since he was 3 and even then only just. But now...now his godson looked so happy Snape almost-almost-regretted interrupting them.

"Sorry to interrupt, Draco...boy. But I do have a question that needs answering immediately." Both immediately stopped and jumped to their feet, fixing their clothes and-in Draco's case-conjuring a mirror to fix his hair. "Draco." The blond looked up fro his primping. "Would you care to tell me why upon entering the Manor via floo, did not one house elf appear to welcome me?"

Draco scowled deeply. "Since mother's...lapse in sanity...the house elves are afraid to do anything unless called and directly ordered to do so. Quin tried to pick up mother's dirty clothings, but she hexed him so bad that he is now bed ridden and unable to do anything."

Snape 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. I thank Salazar that I am such an excellent seeker."

A snort from the boy brought the stares of both Snape and Draco. He stood slightly behind Draco and off to the side, leaning against a wall; 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."

"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." Damn that boy was a good Slytherin.

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 did interest Snape, who focused his attention on the boy. Neither Lucius nor Lily were much of quidditch players-Draco's skill came from hard work and determination 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 boys father. Not to mention, the boy was twice as good on a bad day as James on a 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 at Harry, who only raised an eyebrow and drew his grin back into a smirk. Snape could not believe that the two went straight from actually trying to kill each other to 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 May 15th.

The two looked ready to return to their previous wrestle of only a few minutes prior and Snape decided to intervene. "Draco, if you would not mind to call a house elf to pick up my trunk, which is still by the fireplace?" he drawled out.

Nodding once, Draco snapped his fingers and with a pop, a house elf appeared.

"Master Draco has called Tiny, sir?" said the little elf, bowing. Tiny, indeed.

"Go pick up Severus trunk and put it in a spare room, he'll be staying a while."

"Yes, sir. Tiny is on it right away!" With a pop, Tiny disappeared.

The boy snorted and gave a little laugh. Snape heard him muttered 'spew' under his breath. Draco turned towards him once again.

"What's so funny?"

The boy looked up, eyes flicking towards Snape before returning to Draco. "Well...Hermione...sort of...believes that house elves are being mistreated and tried to start a society to get all house elves freed."

Draco looked at him in horror. "That is preposterous! The elves love their jobs. They would probably go crazy if they did not do this."

"I know! That's what I've been trying to tell her for years she just doesn't listen."

"Well, what is this about spew."

The boy brightened and smile that reminded Snape of Lily stretched across his face. "Actually, it's an acronym. S.P.E.W. It stands for The Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. She created little button pins for it with S.P.E.W. across and me and Ron thought it said spew." Suddenly, the boy's face fell and crumpled as if he were about to cry. "Ron..." he croaked out.

Draco's eyes widened in alarm. "Well...um...shit...um. Harry don't worry about that bloody wanker. We can have just as much fun without him." He said with forced cheerfulness, throwing an arm over the boy's narrow shoulder.

In response, the boy really did began to cry; turning into Draco's chest and letting out heart wrenching sobs. Snape could only stare in shock. It wasn't until then that he realized how unstable the boy's emotions were; how badly finding out Lucius was his father would impact his life. When word gets out he is the son of a Death Eater currently in Azkaban, he would surely lose friends and allies while gaining more enemies.

Lily was hoping his closest friends would understand. gambling on how much they loved the boy. It would seem Granger is still the only sensible one out of the golden trio and Weasley was the typical thick-headed Griffindor. Snape wondered if Draco would allow the Muggleborn into the Manor. Even if Draco changed slightly due to the boy, he grew up forced to believe anyone not a Pureblood was disgusting and it would be very hard from him to break that.

But Snape had to change his mind as he watched Draco worriedly comfort the small raven haired boy. If there was one thing engraved into Draco's head harder than being a 'superior' Pureblood, was omnes familiae valor, value all family. The boy was his little brother no matter what and he would care for him, love him, and protect him at all costs.

Bah, why am I even here? Both of them seem to handle things fine without my help. Snape slowly grew irritated. Suddenly, the boys sobs turned to sniffles before disappearing.

He sat for a moment longer in Draco's arms before pulling away, rubbing his face with his sleeve. He then looked at Snape almost...shyly?

"Professor..."he hesitated for a moment then looked back at Snape determinedly. "Professor, about the spell placed on me. My mother said that you could break it. That is...if-if you don't mind."

Dammit. I forgot about that buggering spell. Damn you Lucius and you to Lily. "Of course, boy. 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. 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 his a little wobbly. If the cursed person does not have a strong magical core than 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-and mean no one-ever thought the boy had enough intellect to keep up with Granger, not complete 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."

Suddenly, the boy flushed and 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?" Draco, who thought education was hell of important, could not fathom someone purposely holding back.

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 the Dursleys who are they?"

Suddenly, Snape paled considerably and let out a shocked gasp. A pair of green-blue eyes and silver eyes turned on him. Snape looked at Harry alost 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 Snape. "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...a."He hesitated, looking up at Draco and grabbing the hem of his shirt. "They abused me." he said quietly. "They called me thing s like 'freak' and beat me. Dudley-that's their son-would play 'kick the freak' with his friends-"

Draco growled and grabbed the boy, lifting his shirt.

"Oi, watch it." The boy said, struggling.

"Harry, if you don't stop now, I will stun the shit out of you and do this the hard way." Draco bit out. The boy stopped and lowered his eyes in shame.

Draco swiftly pulled of his shirt and gasp in horror, wobbling backwards. Snape's legs almost gave out fro what he saw.

For one thing, the boy was horribly malnourished. Snape always thought it was strange that the boy always ate so little during meal times. But looking at him now, Snape 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. Bruise 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 first time I ever was 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 e so hard a fell to the floor and almost lost consciousness.

In the back round 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 rathered to spend his time bullying kids. Since then I always held back in classes and rarely got C's 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 be 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. 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 bot back his shirt, furious. "Harry, how could you not be angry over this? I wanted 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 up. Not to mentioned my mother asked specifically for you."

Snape looked at the boy for a moment, contemplating on what to do. Finally, he nodded once. "I'll do the damned spell. Don't expect immediate changes and we're not doing this until tomorrow after some properly rest."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

"And stop with the 'sirs' and 'professors'. You are a man now, act like it. Call me Snape."

"Yes...Snape. Again, thank you."

You're welcome...Harry."
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