Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/10084958. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling Relationship: Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape Character: Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape Additional Tags: Explicit_Language, Slash_sex, Sexual_Content, Alternate_Universe, Angst, Tragedy, Bonding, Mystery, Suspense, Romance Collections: HPFandom Stats: Published: 2012-02-05 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3032 ****** Into Oblivion ****** by Nuffinz [archived by HPFandom_archivist] Summary Severus feels his desire for Lily resurfacing as Harry starts to come into his magic. Except, that isn't Lily... Male/Male slash. May contain crack elements, but is mostly not crack. Beware all who oppose, for flames will be open for all to ridicule. Notes Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator, please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection profile. ***** Return ***** 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. Also, I kidnapped the disclaimer from the example. Shhhh, don't tell anyone. A/N: I have no beta, but I do the best I can to not have grammatical errors. If you see anything, anything at all, don't be afraid to point it out. I probably won't catch ALL typos and errors myself. Thank you for your time :3. Tell me if it babbles too much. *********************************************************** Severus Snape groaned and rolled to his other side in deep sleep and threw his arm out to bring close an imaginary body. "Where are you?" he murmured to a figure in a dream. This figure was a very naked Lily Evans. Odd thing was, though, that as Lily walked closer to Severus on some invisible path, the more her features changed. First, *he got a couple inches taller. Still not as tall as Severus. Then soft, medium sized breasts proporioned perfectly to his body shrank and hardened into well-defined pectoral muscles and his flat, soft belly and shapely legs also became more muscular and defined. "Please!" Severus cried as his eyes snapped open from a sudden awakening, Severus sighed; Lily was always the one person that could make Severus beg. Not that he would easily admit it. What he would easily admit, though, is that he hated being woken up, whether it was someone else waking him up or not. This time, Severus's brain decided that it was time to leave La-la Land without consulting him first. Again. He cast a tempus and after noting that it was three in the morning, Severus sighed again dropped back into his pilow. This is when you wanted to be up, Severus reminded himself. That doesn't mean he had to enjoy a sudden awakening. Well, best get out of bed and get started on the day. *The_pronoun_is_quite_intentional. (>^.^)>~(>^.^)~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)~(>^.^)>~ (>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)~(>^.^)>~ (>^.^)>~(>^.^)~ (>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)~ (>^.^)>~ Harry lay in his dorm bed panting, doing all he could to protect the room from his accidental magic. Believe it or not, raw magic is quite difficult to control. Especially recently attained raw magic. Sweat beaded on his head from all the effort of not blowing up Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Another light blinded Harry and our Golden Boy (though he's hardly a boy anymore) tensed up with the effort of controlling the new power. The poor bedsheets would have to be repaired as they were clutched hard by Harry's fists and torn by his nails. Somehow, as the magic became more and more comfortable to have, Harry thought about Snape. What kind of life could he have had to become such a cynic? Was it much worse than his own? Harry never considered himself a cynical person. As Harry relaxed into his bed and basked in the new magic buzzing beneath his skin, he gave the caustic man a deep thought until he simply didn't feel like thinking anymore. Harry decided at that point to just let his mind be blank. The emptiness in his head was rather soothing, since emptiness doesn't hurt and it doesn't confuse. Harry stared at the canopy above his bed where the bed curtains all came together. He stared and let himself just feel the new thrum coursing through his veins. It tingled in the most pleasant of ways. Just underneath his skin, a vibrating sensation danced everywhere; in his lips, behind his eyes, through his toes-everywhere. Like the tingling that comes just before wind numbness from a few hours of hard flying. Those seven seconds of hypersensitivity that fades too quickly into an almost equally pleasant numbness. He waited until the tingling stopped before he tried anything. Harry cast tempus and did his best to put the least amount of power into it as possible. He sighed; three AM. Sleep time. (>^.^)>~(>^.^)~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)~(>^.^)>~ (>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)~(>^.^)>~ (>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~ (>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~ (>^.^)>~ "Please, please! I'll give you whatever you want! Money?! Fame?! Women?!" a mushroom cried as Severus beat the cap voilently against a cedar tree while holding firmly on the stalk in the forbidden forest. The gaudy 'shroom was eight inches tall and the cap had roughly a three inch radius. The perfect size for his experimental potion. Unfortunately, the Bi Chi mushroom complains a lot during the field-bottling process. Though Severus would probably be less than compliant if someone were swinging his head into a tree, he admitted to himself. When the fungus finally stopped screaming, Severus desized it and dropped it into a bottle with the others and headed back to the castle. In his dungeon, Severus downed a pain potion for his headache, unbound his hair from the leather thong holding it back, and hastened to wash off the grime of the forest. It was seven in the morning when Severus stepped out of the shower after applying his leave-in-potion-resistant conditioner. He wasted no time in spelling his robes on and leaving for the great hall. After all, Severus, in his infinite wisdom, had not yet had breakfast, and food is really the only way to keep a stomach from eating itself. When Severus sat down for his breakfast, he spotted Potter at his normal seat with a mostly empty Gryffindor table. No Hufflepuffs were present so early, the smartest Slytherins were all present, and the Ravenclaws, diligent as ever, were almost all present. This situation was rather normal, except for Potter. He was not only without the other two of the Golden Trio, but early. He was usually on time to breakfast, at best. Severus sent Potter a glare as was a part of their morning cadence, and Potter sent back his usual insolent shrug. At this point, it's just ritualistic. Tomorrow,Severus decided, I'm going to smile at him, just to throw him off guard. I'm sure I'll need some amusement tomorrow. Severus stared at the Gryffindor teenager and was reminded of his dream. His heart skipped a beat, then throbbed with too much force at the thought of Lily. The throbs were made worse when Severus made eye contact with Potter and he felt his stomach drop. Why are the ghosts of his emotions for Lily returning? ***** Respond ***** Author's notes: Harry's magic calls to Severus, and it's all he can do to respond. =============================================================================== A/N: I still own nothing Harry Potter. Sadly. Wait. Does the Tee-Shirt in my drawer count? I'm afraid this chapter isn't as good as the last. I'll probably rewrite it later. ***************************************************** Harry occupied his usual seat at Gryffindor table munching lightly on a treacle tart. He was surprised by a yawn mighty enough to rival that of a lion's and his back popped as he stretched. Running on almost no sleep isn't good for anyone. Harry's eyes wandered toward the Head Table where he encountered Snape glaring at him. Like usual. Harry gave his usual shrug, seeing no point in trying to get Snape to lighten up. He already hated Harry, and there was nothing he could do about it. Why bother? Thoughts of a pleasant Snape briefly entertained Harry's mind while Hermione dragged Ron into the Great Hall and each sat down on a side. "Really, Hermione, I don't understand why you insist on waking me up so bloody early in the morning!" "Because, Ronald, the amount of food you need couldn't possibly be healthy to shove down in the five minutes you allow yourself." "But I do it all the time!" Ron whined, "Hey, Harry! I really can't wait for that game against Ravenclaw! Their beater got injured and had to be replaced by Simon Brumaker. Finally, a challenge! We'll still win though. No one can beat you!" Ron jumped up on the bench and did his best imitation of Harry reaching for the snitch while standing on his broom aided with a few wind spells from some amused Hufflepuffs. "I've been beaten before, Ron." "They hexed you! Those Slytherins, they never play fair! If-" "They were perfectly fair. I was just tired. It's not their fault I was sluggish." "Speaking of which, Harry," Hermione interrupted, "Are you all right? You look like you didn't catch a wink of sleep last night." "I'm fine. I got a few hours. I came into more magic last night." "How many times do you have to be told to go to Madame Pomfrey's when that happens? She can ease the pain." "It wasn't that bad. She didn't need to wake up." Hermione sighed. "I swear, Harry, one of these days, someone is going to take care of you whether you want it or not. Maybe I should slip some sleep potion into your evening pumpkin juice? At least that way, you wouldn't be sleeping in Potions." Ron groaned, "We have Potions early this morning. How can Snape even get up so early? I bet he doesn't even sleep. It's not like he's human." "Professor Snape probably just gets to bed at a decent hour. I doubt he stays up all night partying." Harry smirked when he remembered himself and Ron stumbling into an early Potions hung over from a victory party over Slytherin. Snape was less than pleased. Ron didn't think to replace his hangover remedy from last time, and Harry was kind enough to give Hermione his last one the night of the party. Snape ushered his students in with his customary sneer and waited patiently for about three seconds before barking at people to get in their seats. "Take out your parchment and quills, class. Today is a lecture." Everyone knew well enough to not groan and just simply comply and Snape started his lecture. "In your books, you will find some information on the Bi Chi mushroom." Snape was interrupted by giggles, which he ignored, "Fortunately for you, I know more about the Bi Chi mushroom than the book. "Muggles can't find Bi Chi mushrooms because they are strictly magical. They have a muggle disillusionment charm worked into their skin. They can be eaten in the field or after processing it as long as you feel like going blind and having your tongue attach to the roof of your mouth and then explode. The preparation involves beating the cap against a tree until it stops complaining. As long as it's not raw, this particular fungus has many uses ranging from topical to inhaled to ingested. "In potions applied topically, it is mostly used to soothe sores." Snape’s lecture started becoming more and more distant and Harry realized he was falling asleep until Hermione slapped his chest rather hard while Snape's back was turned. Snape looked at Hermione with a raised eyebrow. "Any reasons for the interruption, Granger?" "It was a spider. Nothing useful; just a baby ironleg." "If you interrupt so loudly again, you will lose points." "Yes professor." A bright light flashed around Harry, who did all he could to keep from screaming. He balled his hands tightly and bit his lip until it subsided. Then he floated in his hypersensitivity. (>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~ (>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~ Severus just got through snarking at the Gryffindor girl when Potter suddenly erupted in light and attempted to not have a seizure to the best of his ability. As Potter calmed down, Severus found himself having an odd reaction. “Class is dismissed,” Severus sneered. Instead of pulling the boy into his arms, he grabbed the dazed Potter by the arm and started dragging him toward his old classroom made a private lab. Ignoring the thumping in his chest and both heads associated with his dream, He threw Potter onto his chaise lounge by the fire (might as well be comfortable while waiting for potions to brew) and fluttered around to grab a few potions. He all but tossed the pain potion, neural repair potion, and dreamless sleep down Potter’s throat. He then decided to confiscate Potter’s wand. And now, I suppose I have to wait. Severus thought to himself and picked up an old potion journal after collapsing in a winged armchair. After a firecall from Albus, a pot of tea, and two more potion journals, Potter finally decided to become conscious. “Ungh” Potter groaned as he stretched on the lounge. “How eloquent, Potter. Good morning.” Severus drawled. Harry snapped up. “Wha-Where are we?” “The old classroom. You haven’t been going to Madame Pomfrey, have you?” “N-No. I didn’t think she would like to be bothered.” Severus pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, “Potter, it’s her job to take care of these things. Not mine to babysit you and make sure you haven’t suffered any brain and nerve damage. Not that anyone would notice.” Severus was annoyed with the brat. Not because he was always irritable with the Potter kid. Because the child could have actually hurt himself. And right now, Severus’s mind was giving him two options: Take Potter into his arms and dote and make sure he’s okay, or gripe about taking care of him. And the former was definitely not an option. “I don’t suppose you’re hungry, Potter?” The Golden Boy’s stomach growled in response. “Very well. Weedik?” A small house elf appeared from nowhere. “Professor Snape, how may I be helping you?” “We won’t be able to make it to the great hall for lunch. Can you please bring us some food?” The elf dutifully popped away. Potter tried to sit up until Severus snapped at him. “Don’t you dare move yet. We can’t have the Saviour of the Wizarding World hurt himself, now can we?” Severus mentally growled at himself. His comments weren’t coming out with as much bite as usual, and it was really getting to annoy him. While normally this situation would result in the torment of Potter, Severus almost sounded caring. He sneered at himself. Why doesn’t he just send the kid to Poppy? “Professor?” Potter asked meekly. Severus sent him a low powered glower, but indicated that he was listening. “I’m sorry to inconvenience you. I didn’t think. You don’t have to force yourself in my company, sir.” The boy was obviously fatigued. “How often do you really think, Potter? Your essays indicate that the occasion is very seldom.” He replied with half the conviction he normally does. “You are staying there until I am sure you are well. Really, you wouldn’t be having this problem if you had just gone to the mediwitch as Professor McGonnagall has told all of her students.” Potter just relaxed into the lounge and they awaited the food without further conversation. When it arrived, Severus went to feed Potter his soup, only to find the boy dozing. Of course. Severus mentally sighed. Severus emptied the contents of the spoon back in the bowl and then proceeded to thunk Potter’s forehead with the curved backside of the spoon. “What the-?!” Potter’s eyes snapped open. “It’s rude to fall asleep when someone is about to feed you.” Severus replied and put a spoonful of soup in Potter’s face. “Unless you would like to sleep all day, and I can eat all of this?” Potter took the soup gratefully. Severus felt some sort of satisfaction as he took care in giving Potter his pumpkin soup and tea. And it wasn’t just because Potter wasn’t talking. Severus gave him a bite of bread and his pinky accidentally made contact with Potter’s skin. Suddenly, Severus felt euphoric. That feeling of Lily’s presence washed over him, yet it wasn’t Lily. This was too intense. His pupils dilated in time with the noisy beating of his heart and adrenaline thrummed through his veins. And a tingling beneath the surface of his skin was so soothing, it was like floating in the worlds most luxurious bath, and he felt it everywhere. It reminded him of when Lucius slipped a Nirvana potion in his drink, thinking it would have been someone else’s. but this, this was more natural, and a thousand times better. Severus pilled his hand away and as quickly as it started, it ended. Severus wanted more, naturally. However, there was no way in Merlin’s beard that he was going to do that again without knowing what was going on. He would research it later. For now, he had a teenager to feed. (>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~ (>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~(>^.^)>~ Harry, not in the mood to argue with the man that just hit him with a spoon, decided to let said man spoon feed him his lunch. Harry briefly wondered how Snape was actually being so pleasant, but decided to keep quite and remain in good graces. All was fine and dandy until Snape accidentally touched him. Then he went back to the pre- flight numbness feeling. Except, it was twice as intense. Fortunately, it didn’t last so long. Harry waited for Snape to finish feeding him, then finish his own food to ask, “Professor? Is it safe for me to use magic now?” “I don’t know. Try to accio something. That shouldn’t end too disastrously.” Harry accioed his wand, and got a little more. Six foot two, black clad, 126 pound Potions Master more to be exact. After the spell was cast, Snape found himself flying across the five feet distance between Harry and himself, and landing in a pile on top of his student. He got up quickly, trying to be sure that their flesh didn’t meet, and handed Harry his wand, looking a little more than flustered. “I believe this is what you were looking for.” Snape shifted uncomfortably. How odd. I made him uncomfortable Harry thought absently. “I really wish we had some sort of magic control class here.” Snape sighed. “I’m sure Dumbledore will get right on that.” Harry rolled his eyes and sat up. “Professor, I think I’m okay now...” Snape eyed Harry, “I suppose you are. It seems that you didn’t suffer brain damage. Perhaps it was quite the opposite. You should have a magical seizure more often. You’re free to go. And be careful about your magic. Don’t want to drown ourselves with a water charm gone wrong, now do we?” Harry gave his thanks and left his Potions Professor with things to ponder. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!