Fires [Part III - V]
Title: Fires
Rating: T
Summary: Severus
learns the hard way that bloodlines show up when you need them, not when
you want them. Aka: genetics are a bitch. creature!Snape
[Severus-centric with a SSRL(snupin) flavor.]
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.
[Part I] [Part II]
III
Severus let out a monotone hum as he stared at the sky. He dared not go inside the house, as he heard his father ranting and raving at his mother, her shrieks of defiance and fear piercing the cold night air just as much they did his heart. Why he wondered, running fingers though greasy hair, Why did it have to turn out like this?
Even on his birthday they would fight. Smiling slightly as he felt the world reach its apex Severus let out a breath. I’m seventeen. And then his body caught fire. What a present.
IV
The Prince line had, at one time, been known for its Ifrit blood ties, starting with the third generation of Princes’ when the heir had been bonded to the daughter of a master Ifrit. Their child, though holding some similarities to its non-human genes such as small horns, and an uncanny ability to resist heat, remained strangely human in all other aspects.
Genetics were a tricky thing even with the help of magic, and most of the Princes after were married to witches, wizards, or the occasional squib. The gene that carried with it the traits of the Ifrit were quickly forgotten, though a child would sometimes be born with some strange ability or physical deformity (these were quickly dealt with and hushed up.).
Ellien Snape, once a Prince, had been relived when her son had been born a normal baby boy, though with strange onyx eyes that seemed much too experienced for a newborn. Her worries were quickly disregarded in favor of resuming a happy life with her husband, a muggle, who was in no way magical at all.
It was for this reason that Severus found himself on the cold ground in January, clutching at his chest and struggling to breathe, eyes watering as his body denied him human necessity. The poor gate of muggle genetics had allowed the fire and brimstone, that came with being an Ifirt changeling, to come forth. Muggles had no magic to hold back the tide of Ifrit magic, and as Severus Tobias Snape’s defenses became non-existent in that one moment he was to finally inherit his magic, the fire and brimstone flooded his veins; burning and twisting, engulfing him in a storm of magical hell fire.
The night was cold as Severus passed out. He woke up without a drop of frost on his form, nor any signs of a cold (or pneumonia) that would normally accompany a night out in the open unprotected.
He tried not to dwell on it.
V
It had been a while since Severus had done accidental magic. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d let his magic get away from him. However, all good things come to an end… the glamour dropped the second he was in the bathroom, striping to take his shower. His reflection startled him.
My ears, He focused on the least consequential of his changes, noticing their elf like qualities. My ears are pointy. Not that his new horns weren’t pointy, but he’d always had ears, and they’d never been pointy… There was panic, fluttering at the back of his mind, trying to consume him much like the burning had last night, but he pushed it away hastily. It wouldn’t help anyone to have a panic attack, especially since he was positive that any high emotions would make the fire dancing on this shoulders flare. It would not be good to set his house on fire. His father would kill him…or at least try to. Severus was glad that the Christmas holidays were over tomorrow.
Glamours, he reminded himself, I’m going to need glamours. The thought of showing his mother, or his father what he had become never crossed his mind. No one needed to know. No one.
Not even Lily.
[Part VI - VIII]
Rating: T
Summary: Severus
learns the hard way that bloodlines show up when you need them, not when
you want them. Aka: genetics are a bitch. creature!Snape
[Severus-centric with a SSRL(snupin) flavor.]
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.
[Part I] [Part II]
III
Severus let out a monotone hum as he stared at the sky. He dared not go inside the house, as he heard his father ranting and raving at his mother, her shrieks of defiance and fear piercing the cold night air just as much they did his heart. Why he wondered, running fingers though greasy hair, Why did it have to turn out like this?
Even on his birthday they would fight. Smiling slightly as he felt the world reach its apex Severus let out a breath. I’m seventeen. And then his body caught fire. What a present.
IV
The Prince line had, at one time, been known for its Ifrit blood ties, starting with the third generation of Princes’ when the heir had been bonded to the daughter of a master Ifrit. Their child, though holding some similarities to its non-human genes such as small horns, and an uncanny ability to resist heat, remained strangely human in all other aspects.
Genetics were a tricky thing even with the help of magic, and most of the Princes after were married to witches, wizards, or the occasional squib. The gene that carried with it the traits of the Ifrit were quickly forgotten, though a child would sometimes be born with some strange ability or physical deformity (these were quickly dealt with and hushed up.).
Ellien Snape, once a Prince, had been relived when her son had been born a normal baby boy, though with strange onyx eyes that seemed much too experienced for a newborn. Her worries were quickly disregarded in favor of resuming a happy life with her husband, a muggle, who was in no way magical at all.
It was for this reason that Severus found himself on the cold ground in January, clutching at his chest and struggling to breathe, eyes watering as his body denied him human necessity. The poor gate of muggle genetics had allowed the fire and brimstone, that came with being an Ifirt changeling, to come forth. Muggles had no magic to hold back the tide of Ifrit magic, and as Severus Tobias Snape’s defenses became non-existent in that one moment he was to finally inherit his magic, the fire and brimstone flooded his veins; burning and twisting, engulfing him in a storm of magical hell fire.
The night was cold as Severus passed out. He woke up without a drop of frost on his form, nor any signs of a cold (or pneumonia) that would normally accompany a night out in the open unprotected.
He tried not to dwell on it.
V
It had been a while since Severus had done accidental magic. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d let his magic get away from him. However, all good things come to an end… the glamour dropped the second he was in the bathroom, striping to take his shower. His reflection startled him.
My ears, He focused on the least consequential of his changes, noticing their elf like qualities. My ears are pointy. Not that his new horns weren’t pointy, but he’d always had ears, and they’d never been pointy… There was panic, fluttering at the back of his mind, trying to consume him much like the burning had last night, but he pushed it away hastily. It wouldn’t help anyone to have a panic attack, especially since he was positive that any high emotions would make the fire dancing on this shoulders flare. It would not be good to set his house on fire. His father would kill him…or at least try to. Severus was glad that the Christmas holidays were over tomorrow.
Glamours, he reminded himself, I’m going to need glamours. The thought of showing his mother, or his father what he had become never crossed his mind. No one needed to know. No one.
Not even Lily.
[Part VI - VIII]