Ordinary Magic
By, Tigerlily
Summary: In which Severus Snape, a reclusive Chemist, meets orphan/runaway, Harry Potter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters etc. I am not making money off of this. I am doing this purely because I am a neurotic person who loves Harry Potter and needs an outlet until the next book comes out.
Author Notes: This is a slash fic. If that squicks you please leave. Don't read it and then complain, because that's illogical and pointless besides.
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Prologue: Severus Snape
Yesterday I read in the paper about the evils of cell phones and the internet. I laughed when I read this for what did they know of evil? How could they believe that mechanical devices and not people are the problem?
There was a time children, when I believed this rubbish as well. There was a time when I too was overly selfish and proud. Time has tempered my personality though. I have learned from my mistakes.
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As a child I was brilliant. I learned things quickly not to mention easily. But I soon came to realize that this ability was shunned by my peers. I was different than them. The teachers initially were in awe of my ability, but as I grew older they began to resent it. I was no longer a cute innocent child. I was a young man who was questioning their authority and they didn't like it.
I suppose I rebelled as most teenagers are wont to. I grew my hair long and fucked my classmates over. They resented me, but that wasn't a new experience. If they hadn't originally hated me for my mind, then they pettily targeted my appearance.
I am not attractive. I came to that conclusion many years ago after a thorough study and comparison of my face to supposed attractive individuals. I did not pass.
So the fact that they felt this way does not surprise me. Nevertheless knowing this does not make the bitter taste of rejection any easier to swallow.
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In college I faired no better. The so called "nerds" did not accept me either. My appearance did not match what they felt a "nerd" should be. I had long ago adopted long hair and plain black clothes. They labeled me a Goth and would have nothing to do with me. This is ironic; because the Goths felt that I was a nerd and refused me entry into their social group as well.
I suppose I could have changed my clothing, but I am nothing if not stubborn. I wasn't about to change my appearance for the stupid little pricks.
I graduated with a doctorate in less than half the time for most people and immediately started the search for a job.
I quickly came to the conclusion that none of the jobs were suitable. In time I fashioned a residence on a small Island in the Atlantic. When all renovation was completed I moved there permanently.
I lived a quite peaceful solitary life there until my twenty-fifth birthday. My Great-Grandmother stated that I would not be heir to any of her fortune unless I gained a wife. There was only one catch. It had to be a marriage of true love. It was not to be a business arrangement. It had to be a full on sappy movie, I want to grow old with you, marriage.
I was disgusted, but intrigued. I'll admit the prospect of marriage had crossed my mind. Many of my colleagues were tying the proverbial knot.
So I tried.
And I was refused time and again.
The reasons varied. Sometimes I was considered too domineering, sometimes too passive. Sometimes I wasn't mature enough. Other times I was "uptight". After a time I simply gave up. I could never be what those women wanted me to be. Frankly I don't think that any man could be what they were looking for.
I lived for over ten years alone on my Island. I spoke to no one save the few servants I kept there to keep the place running and I was content in my own way.
Then one day "he" showed up and took my hard won contentment and threw it out the window.
I had worked hard to numb myself to the pain, but then the damn boy had to show up. He showed up in a rainstorm at my front door wearing nothing but a pair of faded blue jeans and a pair of the most startling green eyes I had ever seen.
I turned to him and asked him "What's your name?".
With wet lips he replied.
"Harry Potter"
And I was lost.
By, Tigerlily
Summary: In which Severus Snape, a reclusive Chemist, meets orphan/runaway, Harry Potter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters etc. I am not making money off of this. I am doing this purely because I am a neurotic person who loves Harry Potter and needs an outlet until the next book comes out.
Author Notes: This is a slash fic. If that squicks you please leave. Don't read it and then complain, because that's illogical and pointless besides.
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Prologue: Severus Snape
Yesterday I read in the paper about the evils of cell phones and the internet. I laughed when I read this for what did they know of evil? How could they believe that mechanical devices and not people are the problem?
There was a time children, when I believed this rubbish as well. There was a time when I too was overly selfish and proud. Time has tempered my personality though. I have learned from my mistakes.
****
As a child I was brilliant. I learned things quickly not to mention easily. But I soon came to realize that this ability was shunned by my peers. I was different than them. The teachers initially were in awe of my ability, but as I grew older they began to resent it. I was no longer a cute innocent child. I was a young man who was questioning their authority and they didn't like it.
I suppose I rebelled as most teenagers are wont to. I grew my hair long and fucked my classmates over. They resented me, but that wasn't a new experience. If they hadn't originally hated me for my mind, then they pettily targeted my appearance.
I am not attractive. I came to that conclusion many years ago after a thorough study and comparison of my face to supposed attractive individuals. I did not pass.
So the fact that they felt this way does not surprise me. Nevertheless knowing this does not make the bitter taste of rejection any easier to swallow.
****
In college I faired no better. The so called "nerds" did not accept me either. My appearance did not match what they felt a "nerd" should be. I had long ago adopted long hair and plain black clothes. They labeled me a Goth and would have nothing to do with me. This is ironic; because the Goths felt that I was a nerd and refused me entry into their social group as well.
I suppose I could have changed my clothing, but I am nothing if not stubborn. I wasn't about to change my appearance for the stupid little pricks.
I graduated with a doctorate in less than half the time for most people and immediately started the search for a job.
I quickly came to the conclusion that none of the jobs were suitable. In time I fashioned a residence on a small Island in the Atlantic. When all renovation was completed I moved there permanently.
I lived a quite peaceful solitary life there until my twenty-fifth birthday. My Great-Grandmother stated that I would not be heir to any of her fortune unless I gained a wife. There was only one catch. It had to be a marriage of true love. It was not to be a business arrangement. It had to be a full on sappy movie, I want to grow old with you, marriage.
I was disgusted, but intrigued. I'll admit the prospect of marriage had crossed my mind. Many of my colleagues were tying the proverbial knot.
So I tried.
And I was refused time and again.
The reasons varied. Sometimes I was considered too domineering, sometimes too passive. Sometimes I wasn't mature enough. Other times I was "uptight". After a time I simply gave up. I could never be what those women wanted me to be. Frankly I don't think that any man could be what they were looking for.
I lived for over ten years alone on my Island. I spoke to no one save the few servants I kept there to keep the place running and I was content in my own way.
Then one day "he" showed up and took my hard won contentment and threw it out the window.
I had worked hard to numb myself to the pain, but then the damn boy had to show up. He showed up in a rainstorm at my front door wearing nothing but a pair of faded blue jeans and a pair of the most startling green eyes I had ever seen.
I turned to him and asked him "What's your name?".
With wet lips he replied.
"Harry Potter"
And I was lost.