In Need

CHAPTER 1

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Hello dear readers!

For the first time, I dare write some age regression with my favourite character of all time, Severus Snape. I have been reading Snarry fics for over 15 years and have written some of my own, but lately, I've been exploring other types of relationships between Harry and Severus. And this is probably one of my favourites. And as one of the writers I like said, there isn't nearly enough Little Severus on AO3, so here's my take on it.

Special mention to my friend @MusicalProstituteMyDear, who's always pushing me to write more. And to @ekosma, whose fic "The Secret Classification of Severus Snape" inspired me to finally continue with this abandoned fic. I can't recommend that fic enough.

This fic has only been edited by me and English isn't my first language, so if you spot any mistakes, don't hesitate to point them out.

Special mention to @felixir_official, whose photo I've used for adult Harry Potter in the cover. Check out his TikTok and Instagram!

ENJOY!

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Professor Harry Potter was walking towards the Infirmary of Hogwarts School of Witchraft and Wizardry. Having vanquished Lord Voldemort at 17, the now 25-year-old had built a successful career as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He'd found out in his fifth year with the DA meetings that he liked teaching, and that he wasn't bad at it either. So, he'd decided he would be of much more service to the wizard community if he helped teach the new generations to fight against the Dark Arts. That was a much better option than catching Death Eaters until the last of his days, he'd had enough dark wizards to last for a lifetime, thank you very much. With training and his extensive practical knowledge, Harry was the ideal candidate for this position. For the last three years, he'd lived, taught and learnt at Hogwarts, loving every minute of it.

On this Saturday afternoon, Harry was walking towards the Infirmary of the school. Madame Pomfrey had an almost miraculous hangover potion he was going to beg her for. He'd tried that mysterious concoction after the celebrations of the Chuddley Canons winning the league, and he was going to beg her for some of it today.

Tonight he had a meeting with his friend Ron Weasley. Ron had continued studying and he'd become Deputy Head of the Department of Aurors, so Saturday nights with him were scarce and far in-between.

On the odd nights they could get together, and especially if Hermione was working late at the Ministry, he knew they would get inevitably wasted. Harry wanted to get the potion in preparation for tonight's celebrations, as he didn't feel like having a massive hungover on Sunday morning.

As he was walking, he stopped when he heard some loud wailing and muffled shouting coming from the room. Harry smirked, feeling sorry for the poor child who seemed to be giving a rough time to Madame Pomfrey, probably after some nasty accident. No matter, he'd get in and wait his turn.

As he got into the room, however, he was shocked to find that three adults were surrounding a bed, trying to tie another one onto it. He saw Minerva McGonagall, Madame Pomfrey and the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, around the bed. All three of them were trying in vain to tie someone who was struggling; shrieking, sobbing and thrashing about.

For a moment Harry could've sworn he saw a bit of raven hair, and he immediately thought of Severus Snape. The Potions Master, who'd miraculously survived Nagini's attack, had come back to Hogwarts to fill his old post. But Snape was much stronger than this person, and wouldn't be crying and struggling against their colleagues, would he?