Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Sea Change	By : Jilliane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Lucius Views: 5614 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter. I make no money from this story.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
Sorry for my extremely long delay in posting this chapter. RL has been a vicious bitch for a long time. Still, here it is, and another should follow shortly. Give thanks to Tambrathegreat and SickPuppy for kicking my arse into gear, LOL. Hope you enjoy, and please remember to review!

********************************

Severus paused before the portrait that had guarded the entrance to the Head of Slytherin's quarters since time immemorial. He would have to set his own wards and password again now that Slughorn had legged it and Severus had returned. He eyed the oil rendered visage of Salazar Slytherin, who gazed back with a measuring expression.

"You're back," the portrait stated.

"How very observant," Severus sneered, raising an eyebrow.

"I must admit," the portrait drawled, "I'm surprised."

"The first of many, I'm sure," Severus scowled, raising his wand. He set his password, and began warding both the portrait and the door.

"Bit paranoid, aren't we?" Salazaar smirked, "after all..."

"After all," Severus replied, "I find myself once again surrounded by that most tenacious of demons. The hellspawn of the wizarding world." He sneered for good measure, "the evil incarnate that is the student body. Forewarned is forearmed."

"The battle is long over, my boy," the portrait chuckled.

"The battle will never be over," Severus scowled once again, "not unless the unthinkable has occurred and the little cretins have finally discovered the definition of "learning". Surely you know that."

The man in the portrait only smiled wryly and said, "Welcome back."

"We shall see," Severus muttered and swept inside.

********************************

"So its true," the austere portrait of Godric Gryffindor said, "the Saviour has returned."

"Yeah, erm... people don't really call me that anymore," Harry said, suddenly feeling about eleven again. "Just Harry will be fine."

The portrait chuckled and said, "Still, here you are. I must admit, I was surprised when I heard you were coming to teach and head up your old House. I thought being an Auror was all you'd ever wanted, and you'd reached the top spot."

"Yeah, well.... I thought it was time for a change of pace," Harry said decisively. Fortunately the portrait took the hint and let it go.

"Just as well for us then," the oil rendered visage said, "Who better to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts than the Head Auror himself."

"I'm just a teacher now," Harry smiled wearily, "I'm looking forward to a quiet life of academia."

The portrait threw back its head and laughed heartily, saying, "You of all people should know its never quiet around here. Your father saw to that, as did you, and your son is following quite admirably in both your footsteps. 'Course, he's had to be a bit more creative than you or your father, seeing as he doesn't possess an invisibility cloak."

"And he won't as long as I manage to keep it hidden from him," Harry said wryly. It was a bit disturbing that James' reputation preceded him. He'd have to have a firmer talk with that boy.

The portrait remained silent as Harry set his password and wards, but as he prepared to enter his quarters, Harry smiled as he heard, "Welcome home, Harry."

********************************

Severus strode into his old quarters glancing around as he did, and grunted to himself in satisfaction. It seemed that the house elves had indeed done a thorough job of eradicating all traces of Horace Slughorn. Severus shuddered to himself as he recalled the pretentious opulence his former, and once again current, chambers had been subjected to under the old walrus' occupancy, and was relieved, although not surprised, to see his old and familiar furnishings once again restored.

He strode through to the bedchamber, noting with satisfaction that everything appeared to be just as it had been twenty years previously, right down to his large and comfortable bed, commodious wardrobe, nightstand, and bureau.

He reached into his robes and deposited his shrunken belongings on the bed, drew his wand, resized everything, and began putting things away with flicks of his wand. When his clothing and personal items had been stowed in their proper places, he returned to his sitting room.

After repositioning some of the furniture in front of the massive fireplace, he once again began unloading shrunken bundles from within his robes. Resizing his beloved books, he began loading them into their former residence on the bookshelves that lined either side of the fireplace. He occupied himself with this task, putting them in familiar order so that he knew which was where, for several minutes, and when he was finished he sat down with a weary sigh.

He was not looking forward to dinner. He assumed the rest of the staff, which had changed very little in the intervening nineteen years, save the addition of Harry, had been informed of his return, but he knew only one of them would have the courage to question him about it. It was that one he dreaded facing the most. What would he tell Harry when he inevitably asked?

********************************

Harry stood inside the entrance to what would, more or less, be his and his family's home for the next ten months, looking about. He felt almost as if he were intruding; the last time he'd been in these rooms he'd been a student, invited in by Professor McGonagall... Minerva, he reminded himself... his Head of House. He shook his head and chuckled to himself knowing he'd never really get used to calling his old Transfiguration professor by her first name, and now she was the Headmistress.

It was all so different now, yet in some ways still the same, and he still, even after all these years and despite the life he and Ginny had built, had a feeling of coming home again. It was almost as if he could feel the ancient stones once again wrapping him up into a welcoming embrace. He chuckled out loud at himself and his own sentimentality and moved forward into the chambers, pulling his shrunken luggage out of his pockets.

********************************

Like it? Hate it? Please review and tell me so!
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Sea Change