Time After Time | By : Letalis Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I own only the obvious, the rest belongs to JK Rowling and a poem to Wendy and
Richard Pini.
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Note: It’s my first try at slash, so please be kind with the reviews. This is
SLASH everyone. That means male/male relationship. Gay guys as far as the eye
can see………ok, that was a bit exaggerated. BUT IT IS SLASH!!!!!!!!!!! Now, some
of the things mentioned in here, you can also find in The Saga of the Red
Dragons Order-fics. But let me tell you now. This doesn’t belong to that
series. Thank you for reading this, and please review.
-Chapter
one-
Seventeen
year old Harry Potter was sitting in his compartment, wondering what in heavens
name he was doing there and how he had got there. Well, he knew the answers to
both those questions, but still…
Harry ran
the meeting over and over again in his head, until he got a headache, trying to
figure out how they had managed to get him here. But it didn’t help the
least.
-FLASHBACK-
Harry, Ron and Hermione were standing over a
table with a map on it, trying to figure out where Voldemort would attack. The
Dark Lord had made his presence known in the summer before the trios fifth
year, and everyone from fifth year and up had been given a self defence course
at school. Those who where extra good and wanted to learn more, joined the
Order of the Phoenix.
Harry
himself was one of their best agents, in the Order known as the Gamemaster. No
one could outmatch him, except the leader of the Order, only known as Colonel,
and very few could match his abilities at all. So when the summon to the
leaders office had come, he had been a bit surprised. Colonel usually let him
take whatever mission he wanted, even if they had ever actually met face to
face. Colonel had said that only Harry himself knew where he was needed the
most and let it be with that.
The
office was dark when Harry entered, and he began to think that no one was
there, when the chair in front of the huge window had turned around and Harry
was face to face with a man in his mid-fifties. His hair was pulled back into a
ponytail, and he was wearing an ordinary white jumper and black pants. The man
looked him up and down before he spoke.
“Voldemort has disappeared,” he said simply,
cutting straight to the case. “Our sources tells us the same thing. Either he
has gone twenty years back in time, to eliminate the problems before they
began;, or he has gone twenty years into the future, to try to take the world
by surprise. We have already sent twenty agents into the future, one for each
year, and nineteen back in time.” Colonel stopped and looked at Harry for a
moment. “You’re the last to go back in time.” He said finally.
Harry
did some quick calculating and found out that if he was to go twenty years back
in time, he would end up meeting his parents as seventeen-year olds. He could
warn them of their future, and then have a family now. But what if he made it
worse?
“Sir,” he said. “Why me for the twentieth
traveller? There are problems that could get into the way, but I’m sure you
know what I’m talking about.”
“I am aware of the problems, Gamemaster, but
I also know that you are the only one that will be able to deal with them.”
Colonel replied without even blinking. “And besides, it’s most likely that the
Dark Lord has gone twenty years back in time. His problems began that year. You
know the laws of Time, and will not try to change them. But you will also have
the chance to meet and get to know your parents, maybe even hook them up?” the
man looked at him with a sly look in his eyes. He knew that Harry would never
turn down a opportunity like this.
Harry
ran a hand through his now short, spiky hair. He was cornered and he hated it.
But there was no force between heaven and hell that could keep him from going,
so he met Colonels eyes and pretended to glare, as though he wasn’t happy with
the situation. He had a reputation to keep uper aer all.
“I’m going.”
“Good. Now, I expect you to be ready by 1400
hours. Here’s all the information you’ll need,” the man added, giving Harry a
yellow folder. “You are dismissed. And remember. No changes in history. That is
a direct order.”
“Couldn’t be more direct,” Harry muttered to
himself as he walked out the office and closed the door behind him.
By 2.
p.m. he was ready and was standing in the courtyard of the Orders fortress.
Colonel, Ron, Hermione and, surprisingly, Snape, the Orders Potion Master, were
there.
“Be careful Harry.” Hermione said.
“Yeah, no unnecessary hero-business.” Ron
added. “And send us a card now and then.”
“Good luck Mr Potter.” Colonel said and gave
him the timekey.
Snape
only nodded to him. He looked sad for some reason, but Harry choose not to
dwell on it. He held onto his possessions with one hand, Hedwig was sitting on
his head, and activated the timekey by pushing a button. A flash of bright
light and he was gone from the courtyard.
-END
FLASHBACK-
So, now he
was here. Sitting alone in a compartment in the Hogwarts Express, still trying
to figure out how he had ended up in this mess.
Harry ran
over his role again. His name was Harry Chase, transfer from the Norwegian
school agicagic, Bloomalley Academy. Only Dumbledore knew that he was an Order
agent, but not even the old mage knew that he was from the future.
Harry was
just getting bored, and was considering to take a stroll through the train,
when the compartment door opened, and a redheaded girl about his age slid in.
She jumped slightly when she saw him, but then smiled.
“Hi,” she said. “I’m Lily Evans, the Head
Girl. You must be the new transfer from Norway, right?” she didn’t give him
time to answer. “Can I sit here? The rest is full.”
Harry only
nodded. He didn’t want to become too close to anyone, especially not his
parents or their friends. He buried his nose into a Muggle book, ‘Sheepfarmers
Daughter, Book I of The Deed of Paksenarrion’ by Elizabeth Moon. He really
didn’t want to look at, or think of, his mother that was sitting e.
“So, um, what’s your name?” Lily asked.
“Harry Chase.” Came the reply, and that ended
that conversation.
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Harry
pretended to look amazed by the wonderful castle that was Hogwarts, he
pretended to be amazed by the Great Hall and its ceiling, however when the
Sorting Hat told him what his house was, he hadtraitrain himself from gaping in
surprise.
He had
ended up in Slytherin. Of all places in the world, he was in Slytherin!
Harry
walked over to the table that was cheering and sat down at the end, beside a
black-haired boy about his age. The boy was pale and had black eyes.
“Welcome to Slytherin,” the boy said, turning
to him. “I’m Severus Snape, you?”
“Harryse.”se.” Harry said, taking Severus’
hand. Harry was painfully aware of all the eyes on them, but he ignored the
whole lot. “Anything I should know about thise place and it’s teachers?” he
asked instead.
Severus
seemed disappointed somehow, but quickly hid it and pointed up at the Teachers
table.
“You see that woman on the right of
Dumbledore? That’s McGonagall. She’s Head of Gryffindor House, and the Transfiguration
Professor. The giant bug besides her is Trelawney, the Divination Teacher, a
lot of crap the whole class. She predicts everyone’s death at least once each
class.” Severus looked at Harry. “You don’t take Divination, do you?”
“No. I did take it once, and stormed out of
the class within the first five minutes.” Harry replied, using the episode with
Hermione in third year. “I like Charms and Defence much better. And Potion’s
high up on the list too.”
That got
Snape’s full attention. If he was in Slytherin, he might as well make the best
out of it.
“You like Potions? I thought I was the only
one. What do you get if you mix asphodel with wormwood?” Snape had decided on a
pop-quiz.
“You get the Draught of Living Death,” Harry
replied. “How long does it take to make a Polyjuce Potion?” Harry shot back.
“Up to two months,” Severus replied. He liked
this new guy. Finally someone to have a real conversation with. “Wo wio will
definitely become friends.” He said.
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Harry was
lying awake in his bed in the Slytherin seventh year dorms. He was thinking of
everything that had happened that day. The meeting with his future mother, the
Sorting, Severus Snape… Time out, that thought didn’t belong there, lets try
again. The meeting with his future mother, Severus Snape… There it was again.
Harry kept on like that for what seemed like ages, but every time the thought
of Severus Snape returned.
In the end
Harry had to give up and let the thought stay. It was a very pleasant thought,
he noted. Those black, bottomless eyes. The black smooth, shoulder-long hair.
The way he walked, talked, moved… this was getting out of hand. Harry knew he
was gay, but falling for Severus Snape was something very unexpected. It could
cause trouble later, but for now Harry let himself the joy of toying with the
thought of him and Severus together. It would never happen anyway, but it was a
fine way to fall asleep.
Severus
Snape was having difficulties to fall asleep, so he ran the day over in his head.
He had seen the new student at Platform 9 and ¾, but hadn’t spoken to him. he
had no idea what was so fascinating about Harry Chase, but something drew him
to the other boy. Maybe it was the short, black hair? Those unnaturally green
eyes? That body that clearly stated of long hours spent playing Quidditch? Or
maybe it was the others sharp mind? Or the way every sentence, every word
seemed to have a double meaning? Whatever it was, Severus swore toselfself that
he was going to find out, and then Chase was his.
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