And here's my new fic, so hurry up and give me some loving!
And here's my new masterpiece, in other words, tell me what you think.
Warnings: contain character death and slash in later chapters. Will not be OotP and/or HBP combatable.
Disclaimer: I own none of Potterverse. It's all owned by the wonderful Ms. J. K. Rowling
Feedback would be much appreciated as I'm a relatively new writer.
Chapter 1. The train ride
Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Kings Cross - September 1971
Severus Snape looked around excitedly. This was going to be his first year attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Maybe it would be different here in the magical world. Maybe he'd even make friends. Severus' less than handsome appearance and sharp tongue hadn't really endeared himself to any of the children in the small village where he lived.
Severus was a half-blood. His mother, Anna had been a witch, who had died when Severus was only four years old. His only real memories of her were the scent of her perfume Hyphotique and her stories of magic. Severus' father was a muggle, who hadn't really understood his wife's world and had withdrawn within at her death. When Severus had received his letter to Hogwarts, his father, Tobias had nearly forbidden his going. Only the visit of Horace Slughorn, a professor from Hogwarts, had convinced Tobias to allow Severus' education in the wizarding world.
Severus was determined to make his mother proud, even if only in memory. Tobias' withdrawal from the world had included his son. Because of this Severus had build his whole life around the memory of his mother and her love.
Severus looked around on the platform noticing all the families saying goodbye and returning students greeting friends after a long summer. The bushel wasn't making him feel very reassured. He was used to the quiet life at his home village and his father's silent house.
Severus lugged his trunk toward the train and began looking for an empty compartment where to sit.
All the wizards and witches were making him nervous. All those people were making him doubt his decision to come learn magic. What if they'd send him back when they saw just how little of magic he really knew or worse yet, maybe they'd made a mistake and he wasn't a wizard after all or maybe-
"Are you going to sit down or just stand there mumbling?" a voice asked from no where.
"What?" Severus came to and realized that during his fretting he'd managed to find an almost empty compartment and secure his luggage overhead. All without his conscious knowledge.
The boy, who'd commented on his preoccupation was sitting by the window and staring at him in intrest. He had the most brilliant green eyes and wild black hair that Severus had ever seen. The boy was also younger than he thought Hogwarts admitted, small in a way that made him look 8 years old.
"So which is it?" the boy enquired in amusement.
Severus blushed realizing that he'd been staring.
"Which is what?" he was forced to ask when he realized that he didn't know what the boy was talking about.
"I asked if you're going to sit down or stand there mumbling?"
"Sit down." Severus mumbled embarrassed.
Silence descended for awhile as the boys stared at each other.
"I'm Harry, by the way. What's your name?"
"Severus Snape"
"So, is this your first year at Hogwarts?"
"Yes."
Silence.
"You don't talk much, do you?" commented Harry amused.
"No, I don't have a need to tell everything about myself, unlike some dunderheads." Snapped Severus. The boy, no...Harry - was as idiotic as all the other children he'd talked to.
"There's nothing wrong with silence. I wasn't criticizing you. I was just saying."
"Oh... well I guess that's alright then."
Silence.
"Did you always know that you were a wizard?"
"Why do you ask?" Severus stared at Harry suspiciously. He'd heard from professor Slughorn that some wizards were prejudiced against muggleborn and half-bloods.
"What? I was just asking. I found out only after I got my letter. I'll tell you, it was a bloody big surprise to get an owl with a letter. I thought it was a joke at first. Then some people in robes came to my house and started going on about how Hogwarts was the best school and what a privilege it was to get invited to study there. My uncle was apparently a wizard, so they thought I knew all about the wizarding world. Are you pureblood then?"
Severus relaxed, it had been a misunderstanding. Harry seemed alright after all.
"No, I'm a half-blood. My mother was a witch."
"Oh, so you already know lots of spells and magic. I'll probably be behind all the other kids." Harry said detected.
"No, she... ummm... she died when I was little."
"Oh, sorry." Harry was clearly conflicted on how to react.
"My parents died when I was a year old. A car crash. I lived with my uncle Remus, before he died this summer. I miss them."
The boys traded a look of understanding. It was hard to lose someone.
The compartment door opened and two boys came in. They looked like brothers, both with dark hair and blue eyes. The taller of the two had glasses and a big bag full of candy.
"The other compartments are all full. Can we sit here?"
Severus and Harry exchanged glances. "Sure why not." Harry said uncertainly. He'd noticed that Severus didn't look pleased.
"Well, if you absolutely must." Severus muttered. He could just see that the boys were trouble. And the trip had started so nicely. He'd even made a - dare he say it - friend.
TBC?
I was writing this when I realized that my patience might not last to write very often, so now I'd like to know if I should continue with the story. My main plot is that Harry, through some twits of fate gets thrown through time to his parents first year and decides to remake history. So should I continue or just fade into obscurity. *eg*
Warnings: contain character death and slash in later chapters. Will not be OotP and/or HBP combatable.
Disclaimer: I own none of Potterverse. It's all owned by the wonderful Ms. J. K. Rowling
Feedback would be much appreciated as I'm a relatively new writer.
Chapter 1. The train ride
Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Kings Cross - September 1971
Severus Snape looked around excitedly. This was going to be his first year attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Maybe it would be different here in the magical world. Maybe he'd even make friends. Severus' less than handsome appearance and sharp tongue hadn't really endeared himself to any of the children in the small village where he lived.
Severus was a half-blood. His mother, Anna had been a witch, who had died when Severus was only four years old. His only real memories of her were the scent of her perfume Hyphotique and her stories of magic. Severus' father was a muggle, who hadn't really understood his wife's world and had withdrawn within at her death. When Severus had received his letter to Hogwarts, his father, Tobias had nearly forbidden his going. Only the visit of Horace Slughorn, a professor from Hogwarts, had convinced Tobias to allow Severus' education in the wizarding world.
Severus was determined to make his mother proud, even if only in memory. Tobias' withdrawal from the world had included his son. Because of this Severus had build his whole life around the memory of his mother and her love.
Severus looked around on the platform noticing all the families saying goodbye and returning students greeting friends after a long summer. The bushel wasn't making him feel very reassured. He was used to the quiet life at his home village and his father's silent house.
Severus lugged his trunk toward the train and began looking for an empty compartment where to sit.
All the wizards and witches were making him nervous. All those people were making him doubt his decision to come learn magic. What if they'd send him back when they saw just how little of magic he really knew or worse yet, maybe they'd made a mistake and he wasn't a wizard after all or maybe-
"Are you going to sit down or just stand there mumbling?" a voice asked from no where.
"What?" Severus came to and realized that during his fretting he'd managed to find an almost empty compartment and secure his luggage overhead. All without his conscious knowledge.
The boy, who'd commented on his preoccupation was sitting by the window and staring at him in intrest. He had the most brilliant green eyes and wild black hair that Severus had ever seen. The boy was also younger than he thought Hogwarts admitted, small in a way that made him look 8 years old.
"So which is it?" the boy enquired in amusement.
Severus blushed realizing that he'd been staring.
"Which is what?" he was forced to ask when he realized that he didn't know what the boy was talking about.
"I asked if you're going to sit down or stand there mumbling?"
"Sit down." Severus mumbled embarrassed.
Silence descended for awhile as the boys stared at each other.
"I'm Harry, by the way. What's your name?"
"Severus Snape"
"So, is this your first year at Hogwarts?"
"Yes."
Silence.
"You don't talk much, do you?" commented Harry amused.
"No, I don't have a need to tell everything about myself, unlike some dunderheads." Snapped Severus. The boy, no...Harry - was as idiotic as all the other children he'd talked to.
"There's nothing wrong with silence. I wasn't criticizing you. I was just saying."
"Oh... well I guess that's alright then."
Silence.
"Did you always know that you were a wizard?"
"Why do you ask?" Severus stared at Harry suspiciously. He'd heard from professor Slughorn that some wizards were prejudiced against muggleborn and half-bloods.
"What? I was just asking. I found out only after I got my letter. I'll tell you, it was a bloody big surprise to get an owl with a letter. I thought it was a joke at first. Then some people in robes came to my house and started going on about how Hogwarts was the best school and what a privilege it was to get invited to study there. My uncle was apparently a wizard, so they thought I knew all about the wizarding world. Are you pureblood then?"
Severus relaxed, it had been a misunderstanding. Harry seemed alright after all.
"No, I'm a half-blood. My mother was a witch."
"Oh, so you already know lots of spells and magic. I'll probably be behind all the other kids." Harry said detected.
"No, she... ummm... she died when I was little."
"Oh, sorry." Harry was clearly conflicted on how to react.
"My parents died when I was a year old. A car crash. I lived with my uncle Remus, before he died this summer. I miss them."
The boys traded a look of understanding. It was hard to lose someone.
The compartment door opened and two boys came in. They looked like brothers, both with dark hair and blue eyes. The taller of the two had glasses and a big bag full of candy.
"The other compartments are all full. Can we sit here?"
Severus and Harry exchanged glances. "Sure why not." Harry said uncertainly. He'd noticed that Severus didn't look pleased.
"Well, if you absolutely must." Severus muttered. He could just see that the boys were trouble. And the trip had started so nicely. He'd even made a - dare he say it - friend.
TBC?
I was writing this when I realized that my patience might not last to write very often, so now I'd like to know if I should continue with the story. My main plot is that Harry, through some twits of fate gets thrown through time to his parents first year and decides to remake history. So should I continue or just fade into obscurity. *eg*