The One You Want ~ Snarry

Stranger

On the first of September, 1993, a young man, no older than 20, walked into the Three Broomsticks. He was outfitted in an old fashioned (even for the wizarding world) leather tunic, navy blue breeches and an even darker cloak, trimmed with silver and gold ivy patterns. No patron of the pub had ever seen this man before and yet he had one of those faces - as if they should no who he was. As if the man were important.

Little did they know that this man had helped build their village hundreds of years ago, helped teach at the school over looking them with the founders. This man was part of their history and future. He only stayed one day.

The next evening saw this black haired beauty trudge up to the castle gates alone. Once he reached the wrought iron bars, he placed a had on the crest welded onto the middle gently. The gates swung open.

With the air of someone reacquainting themselves with their home after a long (long) trip, he strolled toward the great hall of Hogwarts. When the doors flew open and the man stood framed in the doorway, all commotion ceased. Every soul on school grounds had felt and almighty wave of joy overwhelm the castle! As if the walls themselves knew something they did not.

The first to regain there senses was the headmaster. "Hello, stranger!" He called down from the high table, "What, may I ask, brings you here?"

"I am Abraxas Slytherin, once known as Harold James Potter, adopted son of Salazar Slytherin. I am All Leader of the Vampires and rightful owner of this school. I have come to be home. I have come to kill that silly little man, Voldemort, and it would seem, I have come for my mate."

Abxraxas's words were met with silence. Time travel was a fickle thing but he knew he had gotten it right. For hundreds of years he had hidden his presence from all but his kin, he hid that dammed prophecy when it came. 'All Leader and the snake,' could it be any more annoying? He had made sure he was born and that he wasn't killed, everything up to July he had known about. Now the fun would begin.

This time another spoke, a man in black with inky hair and pale skin. He was almost like Snow White to Abxraxas, who could clearly see the blood in the man's lips. "Potter was killed a month ago." He sneered.

"Ah, that's where your wrong my love, Harry Potter was turned, maybe a month ago for you but for him- for me, it has been over one thousand years. Now tell me little snake, what is your name?" All the while he had been talking, Abxraxas had been walking purposely up the middle aisle toward the man. Toward his mate.

"I-i am Severus Snape, Potions Master of this school and I am not your love or your snake!"

Abxraxas sighed, "ah, that's where your wrong," He said again in a forlorn tone. "You are my mate!"