Title: Snape’s Child 5/?
Pairing: Severus/Hermione, mentions of Severus/OFC
Warnings: Violence, Child abuse, Drama, Tragedy, OCC, Manipulative but not evil Dumbledore, Character Death, Bad Ginny, Bad Ron, Romance/Het, Alternate Universe, AU 5th Year, Good Severus, Adoption, Gender-Bender, Child Harry, Rape, Bad Sirius, Abusive Dursley, Pregnancy, Child Neglect, Contains references to HBP, and TDH, Post GoF.
Disclaimer: Nope, doesn’t belong to me. I only play with them a bit.
Summary: Based on the Challenge at Potions and Snitches Archive:
Hidden as Snape’s Daughter by carvell
Summary: Dumbledore never makes it to Harry’s trial (summer of 5th year) and Harry is sentenced to Azkaban to be kissed. Snape rescues him and Harry is hidden in plain sight, as Snape’s daughter; he ends up in Slytherin. Only Snape knows who he really is, the rest of the world thinks he’s dead from the Dementor’s kiss. No romance whatsoever.
Author’s Note: I’m basing this story on the challenge, although I’m not following it completely. Harry will be much younger. I wanted to try my luck at adding two other characters that are usually minor and last but not least there will eventually be some romance, although not for a while, and not for Harry. She is too young for that.
This story is just in the beginning stages, so I only have about three chapters captured in the computer, plus a whole lot of notes and ideas.
By three the Aurors were back. They accomplished all they required for the plan to work. Severus had the potions ready, and surprisingly the Order had yet to be summoned to Headquarters. Surely Arthur would have already informed them something went wrong at the Ministry. The professor was not pleased, and neither was Shacklebolt. It only lowered more their opinion of the the Order and their members.
The Deaging Potion would take nine years off of Potter. Danielle’s birthday was on July 27th, so she had just turned six. The potion would allow Potter to retain his memories, knowledge, and magical levels, yet allow for more magical growth; hence why it was illegal. Emotionally though he, she, would be a six year old going on fifteen at times. Never mind the trauma the abuse and betrayal by Black caused. Severus would have a VERY damaged kid in his hands.
They debated on Obliviating the child, but neither thought it a real option. A confused six year old Potter was a liability. He could endanger the plan by revealing his name. The young Gryffindor woke up with a terrified shriek that had all three rushing upstairs. The found him backed up against a corner looking out of his mind with fear and despair.
Severus sighed at seeing the boy. He hated seeing such a brave child like that. “Hush Potter,” he said in a soothing tone. “Hush,” he repeated it several times in a soft reassuring tone to quiet the terrified whimpers. “You are safe. No one is going to hurt you. I give you my word. You are safe.”
It took several tries before Harry’s mind finally cleared enough to understand the words, and identify the voice. Although he never heard that particular tone coming from Snape before. “Prof … Professor S … Snape? Dementors?” His voice sounded so small and scared.
“Yes Potter, it is I,” he said gently. “As to those fiends, there are none here.” He reassured the Gryffindor; his tone soothing. “You are safe.”
“Co … co … col … cold.” He was shivering.
“That is an after effect of being exposed to Dementors. Come.” He offered his hand. “Some hot chocolate and a warm blanket will take care of the cold.” The boy surprisingly took his hand, and allowed his help to go back to bed. Amelia settled Potter propped on pillows, and covered by a thick warmed blanket. Kingsley heated the hot chocolate, and added half a vial of Calming Draught.
Harry drank half the mug before he felt more himself. The chocolate had helped, and he suspected there had been a Calming Draught in there as well. He took in his surroundings and did not think he was at Headquarters. “Where am I? And what … what happened? The … the Dementors were going to Kiss me.” He shivered despite the Calming Draught.
“This is my house,” Severus responded. Spinner’s End had never been home to him, and still was not.
“You were indeed sentenced to a Kiss,” Kingsley confirmed.
“The audience was a farce. What happened today is not how it is supposed to work,” Amelia began explaining. “We do not know for certain Fudge’s reasons to want you out of the way. Be assured that we will find out. Unfortunately, in his seal, Fudge used a Ministerial Edict. We can’t do anything about it, even with evidence that you cast in self-defence, and to protect a muggle. Ministerial Edicts cannot be revoked until at least twenty years have passed, and he made this one in such a way that not even then could it be.”
“But … what am I going to do?” He was scared. Would he be Kissed? Was he going to be confined to Headquarters like … like … HIM? Harry shivered. He would not last long if that happened. HE would either kill him, or Harry would do it himself.
“Legally nothing can be done, and even illegally there are not many options. Ministerial Edicts are backed by magic,” Kingsley stated gravelly. “Still, we were not going to let you be Kissed Harry. What we did was ‘kill’ Harry James Potter.”
“Kill me? Why?”
“Because of the Edict; the magic will enforce it. That is the reason why we ‘killed’ you so to speak. Everyone will think a Dementor did Kiss you, and you drowned in the waters before the island of Azkaban. We were attacked by rogue Dementors. While it was a terrible situation, since we lost two prison guards, it also worked in our favour. No one but the four of us know you are alive. It is as much for your protection, as it its ours, since we are breaking the law,” Kingsley explained.
Harry stared at them surprised. They were all risking Azkaban to keep him alive. It was … shocking, no one had ever been that interested in his survival. Sure, they SAID they cared about what happened to him, but that was not the truth. These days at Headquarters taught him that. “Why didn’t the Order help you?”
Severus snorted. “Do you really trust those imbeciles to rescue you, or anyone else, Potter?”
“No,” he admitted. “Not anymore. They never have … I’ve had to rescue myself most of the times … you did back in first year though professor.”
“We do not trust them with your safety either Mister Potter,” Amelia stated gently. “It became clear to us that you require as much protection from them, as you need from You-Know-Who, his Death Eaters, and Cornelius Fudge.”
Harry digested what she said, and then his eyes went wide with horror. They knew his ‘secret’. “No! No you can’t know! No one was supposed to know how weak I am!” He would have been panicking if it was not for the Calming Draught in his system.
“You are not weak Harry,” Severus stated firmly. The boy clearly did not believe his words. It would probably take a lot of work and a few years to get him to believe it. It did for him. Even now Severus still doubted himself occasionally. “You are in fact very strong.”
“How can you say that? I couldn’t stop them, I couldn’t protect myself! Some bloody hero I am!” He snapped at his potion’s professor.
“You were a child Harry. You still are even at fifteen. It is NOT your fault, but theirs. They were responsible for you. They had to protect you, take care of you, and love you. Instead, they are monsters that hurt a child in their care! Those people are the ones at fault, not you. NEVER you! YOU did NOTHING to deserve what they did!” He stressed trying to make a point. “But you survived Harry. You are still going on when others would have given up, or would have become delinquents. You have principles; that makes you strong; the strongest child that I have known.”
Harry stared at Snape. He never expected to hear anything like that from anyone, much less his git of a potions professor. “So … what now?” He changed the subject, not sure how to respond to Snape’s words. “What’s going to happen to me?”
“You need a new identity, one that cannot link you to who you were. As it is, we do not know how much time we have before the magic enforces the Edict,” Severus responded.
“Who … who can I be? How …” He was beginning to panic.
“Hush Potter and listen. It is no secret your father and I hated each other. What very few remember is that your mother, Lily, and I were best friends since we were seven.” The boy was about to interrupt, so he raised a hand to stop him. “Listen, you can ask questions later. The Evans did not live far from here,” He paused then went on. “Our friendship did not survive past out fifth year, but Lily will always be very dear to me. She is both, the reason why I became a Death Eater, and why I turned against them. The night she was murdered I made an Unbreakable Vow to protect you for her. I can see now I failed, as you have not been safe.” He paused again. Speaking of personal things was not easy for him.
“So that”s why Dumbledore trusts you?” Harry asked wide eyed. He would need to think about that once he had some alone time. It was hard to believe he had a protector, and yet he did remember Snape had saved him a few times.
“Among other things,” he confirmed. “As the Keeper of the Vow, the Headmaster assured me my protection was not necessary while you were living with Petunia. I was informed you were extremely well cared for,” the boy snorted, “and safe behind Blood Wards,” He paused. “Four months ago I discovered the Wards were non-existent. You need to live with a blood relative from your mother’s side for the Blood Wards to activate. Fortunately, or not, Petunia is not related to the Evans at all. I ignore the reason …”
“She’s not Mum’s sister?” Harry stared wide eyed at the revelation.
“No. Lily did have an older sister, a half-sister, but it is not Petunia. Elizabeth Morrison was her name, and she was ten years older than Lily. She was the product of your grandfather’s indiscretion when he was fifteen years old. I knew her. She was a wild teenager, and remained wild as an adult. Elizabeth abused drugs, but she bore me a daughter; the results of my own indiscretion.” The boy gaped, and Severus frowned. Why was it so hard to believe that he was not a monk?
“I have a cousin?” Harry interrupted.
Severus chose not to respond yet. “I found out four months ago. My daughter was five at the time. Knowing you required Blood Wards I investigated Elizabeth. She was abusive. It was not the best place for Danielle, or you for that matter. So I went through muggle channels to get Danielle away from her, but it was too late. My daughter was … murdered by Elizabeth’s muggle boyfriend, and she later killed herself.”
“I’m sorry Sir,” he said. The pain in the usually stoic wizard affected him more than he thought posible.
“As I am Potter.“ Severus admitted. ” I … I did not get to know my child well enough. It is for that reason that I can offer you to take her place. You will be well cared for Potter. I will not abuse you, and you will have a second chance at childhood. The best that I can provide for you.”
“As a five year old girl?! Are you crazy?!” The professor’s story was touching, and learning that he had had more family and lost it was a disappointment. But he was male, he … he was not a fag, nor was he inclined to girly things. His ego refused to consider it. He did not want to be a girl!
“No, I am not. Danielle turned six only four days before you turned fifteen by the way.”
“We know it’s not ideal Mister Potter …” Amelia began.
“Damn right it’s not!” He muttered rebelliously.
“But you and your half cousin have a lot in common,” she went on ignoring his comment.
“I’m not abused!” He protested defensively. Even though they already knew about the Dursleys.
“We know everything Mister Potter,” Kingsley informed him in a gentle voice. This would be hard on the boy. “In order to stall as much as we could, I cast several Diagnostic Scans, a spell known as Abusus Historia, and obtained many incriminating memories in order to bring those who hurt you to justice. Believe me, Sirius Black will be the one Kissed.”
Harry stared in shock. They knew? “No! No, no, no! No one was supposed to know! No one was to know what a weak freak I am!” He was pulling his hair and hyperventilating despite the Calming Draught.
Severus sat on the bed and grabbed the boy’s hands. “Breathe Harry, come boy, take deep breaths.” It took a couple of repetitions to get through to the Gryffindor, but he obeyed. “You are NOT a freak! You are NOT weak! It is NOT your fault! Black is the monster, the freak, not you. Never you! He was supposed to protect you, take care of you, not take advantage of your love and trust.” He spoke vehemently. Severus could understand how the boy felt.
Potter stared at Severus with tearful eyes; then he broke down crying. No one had told him it was not his fault, that he was not a freak. Yet it was Snape, the man he believed hated him, who told him. He was also the first one to actually offer comfort, to hold him as he cried his heart out. The Potions Master hummed a soft soothing tune, in between telling him that it was alright to cry, that he should let go, and let everything out; and Harry did. He spilled years of pain, and loneliness.
The awkwardness, and fear, he initially felt at being held by Snape -a wizard- slowly went away. Instead he began feeling safe, protected. It … it was nice. Was that what it felt to have a parent? Was that how Snape would be as his parent? It was the professor’s actions that convinced him to accept the enormous change they proposed. He dreamed of a parent, and he was finally going to have one. He would also have two Godparents who swore they would never treat him like Sirius had, and he believed it. They all were risking Azkaban to save is soul. Being a girl was not ideal, but he would manage, he always did.