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  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
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      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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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