The Art of Potions and Spells

Harry Potter © J.K. Rowling

Chapter o6

Summary: Being reborn in the past was something, however, being reborn as his late professor's elder sister, well, that's just asking for trouble, you know, being Harry bloody Potter and his dumb luck. Fem! Harry Potter, Time-travel.

Rate: T

May contain Cursing, child abuse, and bullying.

Author's Note: I have no excuse for my lateness…hopefully the chapter is long enough. Sorry if it's a filler, next chapter will be more exciting!

He's warm. Really warm.

Severus snuggles closer to the warmth, clutching tightly the soft covers under him. It's nice and it smelled clean.

But it also felt wrong.

It didn't smell familiar to him, didn't feel familiar with what Severus is usually used to when he goes to bed.

Opening his eyes, he tries to adjust to the dim lite room, hearing the fire crackling about not too far from him. Pushing his rather exhausted body, the five-year-old boy rubs his face to drive the last bits of sleep away. Sitting in a rather large bed, Severus stares at the room in awe and weariness.

The room is spacious with the bed in the middle of the room, a wardrobe in the far left, a heavy set of curtains covering a large window and two doors on each side of the fireplace that was lit with a low flame. Above the fireplace an empty picture frame stood tall, making the black haired boy frown.

Severus tried to think where he was at; however, his memory is a bit foggy, making the boy slowly begin to panic. Realizing that his sister wasn't anywhere near him nor could he feel her magic. Before he could fully panic or start to do anything there is a small pop near the foot of the bed. "Little Master is awake, Tizy will let Mistress Lady know!"

Without Severus saying anything, the little creature with big floppy ears and hazel golfball eyes disappear with a soft pop. Severus stares at the spot, shock and confusion started to fill his mind.

Where in the world was he?

Before any more questions could form or make the five-year-old once more panic about his location, the door to the room opened and in came a well dressed elderly woman.

Severus notes the familiar features of his mother's; however, her features were much more worn out, her black hair pulled into a bun with grey bang falling neatly beside her face.

Licking his lips, Severus stayed seated on the bed as he watched her come near him. "You look much like your father but you have your mother's cheekbones and lips…" she said softly. Her eyes warm as she stood a few feet away from the foot of the bed.

"Y-you're grandma Anwen," Severus states, staring at the elderly lady, who only smile softly at him. With a foggy memory, he remembers writing to her in the two-way journal they communicate.

He remembers his sister screaming, sobbing in pain. Something he wishes he had never heard or have his sister experience, but she never told her father where he hid.

"Wha-What happened to my sister? Is she okay?" Severus suddenly asked, trying to move out of the bed, but a dizzy spell made him stop moving.

The elderly woman had made her made slowly towards the young child, sitting next to him on the bed as she held him by the shoulder. Steadying him as he sat up, allowing the dizziness to fade.

"Careful child, you are still weak from that accidental magic," She said softly, making Severus frown.

Between both Mel and himself, Melva is the one that tries to push into being able to do magic, Severus would always watch in fascination, however; due to the lack of food and proper care, they didn't have enough strength to cast strong magi, not without consequences to their bodies.

Something he knew that Melva hated as she tried to cast magic without a wand, a wand that Melva tried so hard to find that belong from their mother. But no luck.

"Your sister is okay, she's sleeping, I had a healer take a look at both of you…" Anwen said softly, something flickered on her face but it was gone before Severus could read what it was.

"I'm sorry, if… if I had done something sooner, taken you away sooner, you two wouldn't be in this condition."

Her words startle Severus looking at her with his big eyes, unsure what to tell her. Instead, he settles with his childish desires and demands one thing he knows he will always want.

"I want to see my sister." It's not asking to see her or question if she is okay or not. He just needs to see her, to feel her magic wrapped protectively around him.

It's probably the stubborn look in his eyes that makes Anwen smiled sadly at the boy in front of her and nods her head. "Alright, but after seeing your sister, you have to rest as well, you aren't well enough to be up and about," She states, a frown showing on her face as she looked at him and feeling guilt build in her chest.

When Severus entered Melva's room, he could barely see her chest moving. Something in him stirred as Severus race to her side, pulling himself on top of the bed. Hesitantly, he brushed her hair out of her face, seeing how weak and sickly she looked in the bed. How small she looked laying there in the sheets, her skin cold to his touch, closing his eyes, he laid his forehead on hers. Trying to copy the movements she made whenever they laid in their small bed, trying to draw comfort from each other.

It's the slow stirring of her magic that made Severus let out a small cry before allowing himself to cry. Allowing the tears he's been trying to hold back when he first realized his sister isn't there with him.

Hiccuping and trying to calm himself down he clung to his sister as he realized he felt so hopeless, so useless and that his sister could have died because of their father being intoxicated with alcohol lost control of his temper, because his mother didn't do anything to stop him or didn't try to leave with them – to try to escape the abuse her husband caused.

Tiring himself out, he snuggles closely into his sister's side cling to her tightly, afraid if he didn't he would lose the only thing that made him feel safe, protective, loved. Even when she's deeply asleep, that feeling never left.

Harry groaned, rubbing his head as he sat up.

"About time you woke up Potter," A very familiar voice made Harry jump as he whirls around to look at the person the voice belong too.

Wide eyes in shock and confusion, he starred at his old professor. The man looked exactly the same when he laid in Harry's arms as he died, looking at his eyes for the last time.

Swallowing hard, Harry realized he wasn't in the small dingy room, he is once more standing in King's Cross, the place looking empty and filled with bright light.

Professor Snape clothing is the only thing that stood out against the bright white that surrounded them.

"Am I dead?" Harry weakly asked, unsure how to feel at having Snape the one to congratulate him at dying.

"Sadly, you aren't dead; however, due to your Gryffindorish act, you are in the between. Neither dead nor alive," Snape drawled out, arms crossed his chest as he looked at Harry.

Harry felt small no matter what age he was because Severus Snape even in death still has his glare that frightens many Hufflepuffs, making Harry feel more of an idiot for doing something stupid even if he knew it was done for the right reasons.

"So… what am I doing here?" Harry asked instead, trying to avoid looking at Severus's neck, it only reminded him how guilty he felt for all the accusation he had made because he was – hopefully he isn't one – prejudice git.

"While you were trying to protect… me from Tobias, you got beaten to the point your magic had to help try to heal you, as well as putting a strong silencing spell on Eileen, you went into a magical coma."

Harry winced, remembering the heavy foot on his stomach, nodding his head he looked at Severus in the eyes. He couldn't read what the man was thinking as he stared at him with a blank face.

"I can't believe magic made you my older sibling," It's the small statement that makes Harry blink in surprise before laughing.

"I know! When I woke up, I thought I was dreaming, but I wasn't expecting to be born as your sister," Harry managed to say in between his laughter, feeling a bit hysterical because it only proves that he is indeed in the past.

It's the grumbling of Severus that Harry tries to calm down, but isn't sure if he can. It only when Harry feels a hand on his shoulder that he breaks down. Because no matter how much he has accepted he's in the past, he still misses everyone.

He misses Hermione and her nagging at them to try to think for themselves, he misses Ron who no matter how much he's become a great strategist as an Auror he's still his lazy self. He misses the loud and bright warmth the Weasly give everytime he visits them. He especially misses little Teddy who is probably growing up to be a wonderful boy but he knows would also be a handful for Andromeda.

"You'll probably never see them again, they won't be your friends, your family. When you traveled into the past, you created another time, another world," Severus began, his voice filled with uneasiness at trying to comfort him. "You created another timeline, one that will differ from ours. The same people that die may live in this one, the people that didn't die may die. People you knew won't be the same as the ones you know."

Harry nodded his head, he already figured that out but hearing Snape saying it just made his whirling thoughts cemented with the truth. Just look at baby Severus, he's cute to the point it makes Harry's heart almost give out, he's very intelligent and the boy smiles! He smiles at him, may it be the bright smile or the small soft shy smiles. And Harry would do anything to keep the boy smiling like that.

"I believe it's almost time for you to go back," Severus stated, moving away from Harry.

However, Harry still has questions and he wanted at least some answers before he went back to the living. "Why is it that I am here?"

"No matter how much you try to deny it and no matter what body or world you go, you'll always be the True Mast of Death, the hollows will always follow you and will always show themselves when you call them."

"But… but I thought that it was an only one-time thing," Harry stated, unsure how to feel about still being the Master of Death. Severus only raised an eyebrow, looking at him with 'are you stupid?' look. Trying not to pout, he stared at Severus.

"I don't know how the mind of Death works, but you have been touched by death far too many times and yet you still live, even though now, you may go by a different name and face, your soul will always stay the same. You are after all Death's favorite."

Nodding his head, he could understand to a level, especially when he knows that Death loves to find amusement with him. And if it isn't for the symbol of the deathly hollows hidden underneath his clothes, he didn't what else could scream Death's favorite toy.

It's an awkward silence that builds up between them that Harry understands he has to return back to the world of the living. Back to see what happen to little Severus and to the man that came to rescue them.

"Please change my future, something that isn't me following the orders of a madman and another who manipulates me into making a child march to his own death." It's soft and low, but Harry hears it. He smiles awkwardly and softly at the man who stands very awkward, trying to look anywhere but him.

"I promise to make sure you have a future that isn't death Professor Snape. If I have it my way, you won't be teaching dunderheads at all," He states, smirking at the man whose lips seemed to twitch upwards.

"Thank you… Harry."

It's the last words he hears before his world goes black and he finds himself falling.

It's the soft crackling of the fireplace that brings Harry out from his slumber. Trying to move, he feels something laying heavy on his side, he decides to open his eyes and look down.

Staring down at a small child, a child who is clinging to him that makes Harry feel guilty and happy all at the same time.

Severus laid sleeping on his side, his tiny hands clutching hard onto his clothes, his face hidden on his side, his slow breaths making Harry reach out and run his fingers through his locks.

Remembering the conversation he had with his past-future(?) dead professor that his resolves strengths. He has already known he would try to protect Severus from the future that could possibly happen, but having Snape all but thank him for looking out for him. Looking out for his past-self who didn't have many people to love, to take care of him besides his own mother and only is still just a child that Harry promised himself that he would do anything to keep his little Severus safe and to have a healthy and happy future. Even if it meant picking up Severus and running away from Britain.

It's the soft rhythm of Severus heart-beat that lulled Harry back to sleep, his fingers still tangled into Servus locks.

Shifting in his spot, Harry warily looks at the woman in front of her and then towards the other three in the room.

Severus peeked behind him, still holding tightly onto Harry's hand, still afraid that he would disappear no matter how much Harry had promised him he wouldn't do that to him.

"Mel, that's grandma Anwen," It's Severus soft voice that breaks Harry's thoughts of the strangers all standing in front of him.

After waking up once more, Severus all but tackled him when he saw that Harry was awake. Scaring Harry when the small boy began crying and all he could do is hold him tightly to his chest and whisper that everything would be okay, that he wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon.

It is also realizing that they were in a different place, a place that isn't there own home and that Severus happily declared that they were staying at Granma Anwen's home.

When the little boy all but said that Harry began to panic.

Because Severus never met his family from his mother side and the only introduction of magic was only done by his mother who had to inform her son of what he was and made sure to not do any magic in front of his father in fear of what he could do.

It's the familiar popping of house-elf magic that he looked at the elf who happily jumped in joy. "Little Master and Little Mistress are awake! Tizy will be letting Master and Mistress know!"

Leaving the room before Harry could say or do anything but stare at the spot where the house elf stood.

"It did the same thing when I first woke up," Severus had softly stated, looking at the spot where the eld stood before looking at him, "Then Grandma Anwen showed up."

"Sev, how do you know she's grandma Anwen?" Harry asked, concern filling his voice as he looked at Severus. If Severus already had gotten in contact with them, would everything be okay? Where they truly the Princes or where they just another pure-blood family that happened to pass by when the accident magic happen.

Severus bit his lip as he frowns before he answered, " She said I look like father but I have mother's cheekbones and lips."

And that assured Harry very little before they soon got asked to follow Tizy to the dining room so they could meet the Master and Mistress.

It's walking down the hallway that Harry tried to take everything in, the Prince family showed very little, portraits lined up down the hall but most where empty. It didn't show how much money they have or what their magical stance stood, but only neutral colors. Showing nothing but nice soft colors as they walked down the hall and towards double doors that lead to the dining room. It's Tizy that opens the doors and motioning for them to enter the room.

It's Severus's warm hand that gives Harry some comfort in their position as he slowly enters the room, Severus following behind him.

The room is filled with tension it almost suffocates him, making Severus fidget nervously behind him. Harry looks around, his eyes landing on an elderly lady as she is standing in front of the table. Looking at the entrance, looking at them enter through the double doors.

It's the wavering in her eyes that he knows she sees the familiarity of her daughter in him. It's the man that stands no to far from her that looks at them, his face showing nothing to give away what he is thinking. Making Harry even more nervous as he looks at him, unsure what to make of the man who held himself like any pureblood with respect. And it the last two that sat in their chairs, curiously looking at them but making no moves to introduce themselves or tell them what they were doing in Spinner's End, in their home.

"Melva… Severus…" It's the soft whisper of the woman in front of them as she slowly moves towards them.

Harry unsure what to do or say, but knows he can't show any weakness or anything that will show that they are weak or that they can be easily manipulated. Swallowing his nerves, he nods his head.

"And you're grandma Anwen," He says uneasily, wanting to just groan and hide his face because he has to remember that he is no longer Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived. He is Melva Eileen Snape, older sister to Severus Tobias Snape.

No matter how much he still thinks of himself as Harry, he now has to accept he's Melva and be Melva no matter how much he wishes to be a male again, even though Harry Potter is no longer alive.

He'll have to do with what he has right now.

It's the wobbly smile that Anwen gives them, "Welcome to Prince Manor, Melva, Severus," she gestures towards the dining room, "This is Wyn, Lord of the Prince family and my husband, also your grandfather." Anwen says as Wyn comes next to her.

Standing tall, the man just stares at them, his grey eyes stare at them without any emotions. Making Harry think this is where Professor Snape manages to get that deathly stare.

"Grandfather," He says awkwardly, the word seems to foreign in his tongue.

Severus looked at the tall man, awed and terrified at him, before waving shyly at him, "Hi," He whispers.

It the squealing of the woman that is sitting beside the male, who only shakes his head. Harry blinks his eyes and stares at her with a shock expression. Unsure how to react to her. He knew purebloods carry themselves with masks they have crafted as they train before they go to Hogwarts.

So seeing the female squeal in a similar way Hermione and Ginny squeal when they first met Teddy. It made him a painful reminder of his friends but glancing down at Severus, he is quick to remember that Severus is just as adorable as Teddy at this age.

Anwen smile becomes softer, becomes a bit more motherly. "That there is your aunt, Kelsa and the gentleman sitting beside her is your uncle, Feoras."

"I think we should eat dinner before we decide what to do with your living situation," Wyn states, moving to pull the chair for his wife to sit down. Anwen moves to sit down, "Come, children, sit down, we'll talk more about everything else after dinner."

Taking a deep breath, Harry moves forward with Severus towards the table, unsure how to feel about meeting the Prince family. There are no records of them and he knows that Professor Snape never got to meet them in his life.

But he had made a choice when they both first contacted to Anwen when they had opened the letter that belonged to their mother.

All they can do right now is try to make the best of it.