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Young At Heart	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 15427 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and am not making any money off of it. If I did , Snape would have gotten laid - often and repeatedly.

Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-Epilogue
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Warnings:
SLASH – don't like gay
boys going at it, turn back now. I'm only going to say it once.
bottom!Snape. Drama. Lots and lots of drama. Over-zealous mansex. You
know, the usual suspects.

Chapter
1

“Harry,
this is an absolutely horrible idea. You do understand that, don't
you?” Hermione whispered, clutching a heavy spell book to her
chest.

“I
should think so. You've told me often enough this past week,”
Harry snipped back at her as he peeked around the darkened corner of
St. Mungo's Intensive Care Ward.

“If
you know that, mate, then why are we even here?” Ron protested,
his hand gently caressing the curve of Hermione's spine as he
unconsciously tried to burn off some of the nervous energy of
breaking into St. Mungo's in the middle of the night and the
ridiculously complicated spell they were supposed to perform while
there.

“Because
it's the only chance he has,
Ron,” Harry whispered around a heavy sigh. “Look, I know
you don't understand, but if someone doesn't do something, fast,
Snape's going to die. I owe him so
much,
and I've been nothing but shite to him because I didn't understand
how hard he was fighting, how much he was risking. Everyone was
always saving my arse, and I never noticed. If there's a chance that
I can return the favor, then I have
to,
no matter what. You know the healers won't try this spell.”

“There's
a reason
for
that, Harry,” Hermione whispered. “This book was in the
restricted section for a reason. It's dark stuff.”

“I
don't care,” Harry said firmly.

“But
Harry, it's so dangerous. If it backfires...”

“I
don't care,
Hermione. This is the only shot he's got. I owe it to him to at least
try. Come on. Now!”
he
whispered. The witch on duty just rounded the corner. She'd be
checking on patients in the next hall for fifteen minutes. They had
to get to Snape's room and complete the spell before she came back
around.

The trio made a run for it, slipping into the single
room. Badly damaged and comatose from Nagini's venom, lying in a
hospital-issue robe rather than his usual billowing black, Severus
Snape was much diminished from the man who'd tormented them as
children. His hair lay lank and dull as straw against the pillows,
his skin appeared a sallow yellow-green in the moonlight shining
through the only window as Hermione opened the heavy book to the page
they needed. His chest barely moved, and when it did (not nearly
often enough for Harry's peace of mind) there was a slight wheeze
that slid past Snape's cracked lips.

“So,
er, Harry, mate...” Ron stumbled, holding out a vial of potion
that looked like curdled milk.

“Right,”
Harry answered nervously as Hermione began to chant the spell, wand
held aloft. “...blood of the hero, freely granted...” Her
voice quivered as Harry pricked his finger and let three drops of his
blood shake into the potion, which turned deep red and started to
splash about in the container. Ron very nearly dropped it.

“...b-blood
of the broken, carefully claimed,” Hermione stumbled as Harry
willed his hands not to shake as he cut a small wound in Snape's
thumb and pulled Ron's hand over to take a few drops of the red
liquid. It instantly surged a deep gold and Ron cussed as the liquid
heated in his hands and burned him. He miraculously managed to hold
onto it.

“Hurry
'mione...” he begged, gritting his teeth against the pain.

“Let
the trauma that has broken thee be revealed,” Hermione intoned.

“Now,
Ron!” Harry
hissed and Ron tipped the liquid over Snape's chest, glad to be done
with it and cast the container aside, taking up his wand in his
burned hands to meet the tip of Harry and Hermione's. The potion
seemed to spread out and encase Snape's entire body.

“...and...t-turn
back the clock, thy fate unsealed!” Hermione breathed the end
of the incantation. The joined wand tips pulsed with light, which
shot in three pointed light at Snape's gold-encased body. The first
hit the third eye, the second his heart, and the third his throat.
The light expanded and burst, sending the trio crashing to three
separate corners of the room.

Harry scrambled back to his feet, rushing to the bed.
His friends weren't far behind. The gold shell covering Snape's body
had a deep fissure from his forehead to his chest, which, as they
watched, began to crack outward from the point of impact until it
shattered like thousands of pieces of gold glass. They flew upward,
causing Harry to instinctively guard his face, and dissipated into
the air.

When he looked down at Snape again, his face fell.

“Er...”

“I
think maybe we should've been more specific, Hermione...” Ron
offered lamely.

“W-well,
what do you expect? You only gave me two days to study the spell,”
she protested weakly, peering over the edge of the bed. “I
think it's safe to say, in any case, that the clock's been turned
back...”

“You
think?” Harry asked, starting to freak out. “Look
at him, Hermione!
He's, what? Sixteen? Seventeen?”

“I,
well, this was your stupid idea in the first place!” Hermione
protested. “He's alive, isn't he? That's what you wanted.”

Harry looked down at
the slender young body in the hospital bed, breathing deeply, and
raked his hands back through his hair. “This isn't exactly
what I was going for,” he
muttered under his breath.

Snape suddenly took a sharp intake of breath and sat up
abruptly, eyes going wide. They landed on Harry just as his messy
hair fell back across his brow. Young Snape tensed instantly, glaring
daggers at him.

Harry's gaze was drawn to the way the hospital robe
tumbled off of one bony shoulder.

“Potter,”
Snape hissed, his voice was still deep, but sounded far younger than
Harry had ever heard it. “What is the meaning of this? Where am
I? What have you done with my clothes?”

“Professor,
please calm down, we can explain,” Hermione tried. He shot his
gaze to the bushy haired girl as if she was some foreign element he
had no way of logically explaining and quirked a brow. “Professor?
Your new girlfriend is obviously brain-damaged, Potter,” he
sneered.

“She's
not--!” Harry started to say that she wasn't his girlfriend,
when Ron went really pale. “...Ron?”

“Er,
Snape...what year is it?” Ron asked.

“1976,
are you daft?” Snape blanketed.

Harry fell into a chair near the bed as his legs
suddenly gave out. “You...you think I'm James.”

“This
prank has gone far enough,” Severus snipped. “Where is my
clothing?” He pulled the hospital robe back up over his
shoulder, feeling far, far too exposed beneath it.

“No,
listen, Prof—Snape...” Harry tried to get his mind around
all of this. “It's 1998. James died a long time ago.
He's...I'm...” Harry took a deep breath. “I'm his son,
Harry. You...”

The door suddenly burst open and a fuming healer stormed
into the room. “What are you doing to my patient?!” she
demanded, and then gasped in shock to find Snape sitting up, far
younger than he ought to be, and intensely confused.

“I...we...”
Harry stumbled. He hadn't actually thought about getting caught. If
Snape was alive he figured it wouldn't matter. But he thought they
would have an adult Snape on hand, maybe grateful enough to talk them
out of the situation? Not a sixteen year old Snape, confused about
what year it was, who his misbegotten saviors were, and what was
going on. This was a complete disaster.

'But he's alive,
Harry,' a voice in the back of
Harry's mind reminded him. 'He's alive.'

TO
BE CONTINUED...
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