Chapter 89 - My SI Stash #89 - Half-Blood Emperor by Dio Black (Pre Harry Potter) (1/2)

-SI as Severus Snape, HP fic for F1nal~

*I have hope that this 3 year on hiatus fic will be revived. Either an update or a rewrite! (Judging from author's bio/profile)

Gotta have hope...

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Sypnosis: This is the story of a person who died. It's OK though, he got better. Through some kind of cosmic coincidence he wakes up in the body of an 11 year old Severus Snape. What would someone in his position, with knowledge of the future and what can be accomplished with magic do? Liberally abuse it and live like a king of course! Snape!Harem SI-OC as Snape NO SLASH.

Rated: M

Words: 41K

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Chapter 1

A/N warnings: This story will contain a self insert OC. He will be a selfish person and will think nothing of doing immoral and manipulative acts to get what he wants. This is also your warning up front that it will be a Snape!Harem and Snape will be a little dark/evil. Only women will be in the harem. There will be a_d_u_l_t situations and lemons in this story. This is also my first attempt at writing so I thank you for giving this a chance and for any positive feed back.

Disclaimer: I actually think it's hilarious that I have to say I don't own anything from the Harry Potter franchise. I would think it was obvious that I don't. In fact I wish it would change so that it is just assumed that a person doesn't own something unless they specifically say otherwise

Oh I died. Or at least I assume I just did. I was on my way to the kitchen to get a glass of water in the middle of the night when I felt a sharp, extreme pain just behind my eyes. Even worse than the worse headache I'd ever experienced, like an ice pick in its intensity. My vision blurred and the last thing I could make out was the floor getting awfully close.

But I didn't feel the impact. In fact I didn't feel anything except a tingling sensation like when a foot falls asleep, only all over, and then nothing. And I was acutely aware, almost disturbingly so, that I had just died.

Not to be confused with losing consciousness however, I'm not certain how I know the difference but I just do.

And I can't help but mentally curse up a storm as the realization sets in that not only did I just shuffle off my mortal coil right when my life was at the it's hedonistic peak, thanks in no small part to my hard work and effort to get to where I wanted to be; but I just died to what I'm certain is a brain aneurism.

The reason this is important, at least to me, is that I'd just died from one of my biggest fears. I was pissed because I knew that despite the low odds it was one of those things that could happen to anyone, at any time, for no reason.

'Oh well' I can't help but mentally sigh. At least it wasn't death by alligator. In hindsight this was much less traumatic.

Although now I was starting to worry. I wasn't a religious person in life and though I had no idea what, if any, afterlife awaited me. I certainly didn't think it would be an endless nothingness. Nothing to see, hear, touch, taste, or to feel. Nothing but me all alone with my thoughts.

I'm not sure how long I was like this either, with no obvious way to keep track of time other than counting the seconds. This sensory deprivation. I knew I wouldn't last long, I have no illusions about how tough I can be and how I'll crack eventually.

At this point I was honestly wishing for oblivion and to just cease existing if this is all there is. 'Of course I'd rather still be alive' my internal thoughts oh so helpfully pointed out. And no sooner had I thought that, I felt something.

I didn't have time to revel in the feeling however, because whatever it was felt like a hook behind where my 'naval' would be and I was moving. Suddenly the white nothingness that I had known was put into perspective as I was pulled away from its center and into a vast sea of black flecked with countless spheres of light similar to the one I'd just involuntarily, though not unwantedly, vacated.

There was no time for me to take it all in and try to contemplate what was happening. Because after the next thought of where I'd heard of a similar feeling being described before, I was suddenly jerked and moving faster than I could comprehend from my current perspective.

It would be quite some time before I thought of this place again. Busy as I was being reborn into someone else's body and taking over their life was a somewhat more immediate concern that took up much of my time and effort to ensure I came out on top.

An inhale, then a slow, drawn out exhale. Again and again this happened and I drank in the feeling of air filling my lungs.

Further listening to my breathing revealed a steady thumping. I could feel my heartbeat. And to someone who knew he died, it was a wonderful feeling. And the more he focused on his heartbeat, and breathing, and being alive, he felt something else. Something separate that he knew wasn't there before inside him.

Shocked and startled from this mystery he opened his eyes and found a room that was entirely unfamiliar to him. What was shocking was that he knew that he had not been inside this place before, but the more he looked about the more familiar it was becoming. He started having phantom memories of this room, the bed he was lying in was where he slept, the small desk in the corner was where he studied and did his homework and on and on the feelings came.

And while this was happening almost subconsciously, the man came upon another revelation that was immediately more important. He was not in his old body.

He knew the because the last time he checked he was a full grown, healthy a_d_u_l_t male. Yet before even looking down at himself he could feel that his proportions were all wrong. He was smaller! No… His body was that of a child right now.

'Thankfully still male' he thought while breathing a heavy sigh of relief. Not that he had a problem with the female form. In fact he had an overly healthy appreciation for it. But he self-identified as a male for as long as he could remember and had no d_e_s_i_r_e to change that. Or have it changed for him for that matter.

It was times like this he was glad for being a laid back and unflappable individual. ”Make it look easy.” Was the best advice he ever received in his early life.

And it was because of this aspect of his character that he wasn't freaking out and screaming as some people are want to do. Instead he was more than capable, and even comfortable, in going slow and figuring things out in a logical fashion.

Getting up from the bed and giving a cursory glance about the room looking for any clues that could help him figure out where he was, and more importantly, who he is now.

However no sooner had the thought passed his mind, he was suddenly assaulted with more phantom feelings, with a few sporadic memories thrown into the mix this time.

A stern looking man and a dour women with a scowl, multiple times, through multiple places that are strangely familiar, most likely other rooms in this very house; kept referring to him as Severus Snape.

With the sudden vertigo that accompanied the foreign memories fading his brain hiccupped.

'Severus Snape? Severus Snape as in the Harry Potter book series Severus Snape?' What are the odds of it being a different person after all. Severus is already an uncommon name and having died once, the thought of being reborn as a fictional character isn't out of the realm of possibility.

Though it is somewhat outside of my wheelhouse.

What I need to do is confirm that this is the case before I make any plans or do anything else. I realize that this different set of memories have been trickling in since I awoke and I'm starting to think that they must be imprinted in this bodies brain. Which makes sense when I think about it.

But then that begs the question about my own memories? Will they eventually fade away or will they stay with me?

It was a distinctly odd feeling. Something I've never done or felt before so I had no frame of reference other than a feeling of inherent rightness. Like this is how it's supposed to work and it worked perfectly the first time. And I just know I'm no longer in danger of losing either set of memories.

If I had to describe it, it was like trying a skill out for the first time like a sport or painting, and finding out that you're a master at it straight out of the gate. A natural talent.

Because of this I was able to calm down again. A small reprieve that allowed me to know that I can keep in control of the situation and I'll be alright.

'I wonder if that was Occlumency?' is the best guess he could come up with at the moment.

Breathing a deep sigh of relief I set about my original task of verifying my predicament and gathering information.

Moving over to the desk where the memories of Snape are telling me that I'll find all the proof I need, I sit in the chair and pull the top right hand drawer open and pulling out a long, thin box and place it carefully in front of me.

Without any further ceremony, and wanting to finally see it I open the box and see a long, thin wand.

Running his fingers along it he whispers, ”Walnut and phoenix feather, thirteen inches, ridged.” He quotes what Ollivander told him when he finally found and bonded to it.

Feeling the warmth from the wand connect to him and the magic inside of him he felt an exceptional thrill of power well up from within. He kept an iron will of control on it however to keep it from lighting up the room and filling it with sparks of light like he inherently knew it wanted to as it bonded to him even stronger than when Severus had originally fist picked it up.

”This particular wood combined with such a core will be uncommonly versatile and adaptable. Most wand woods will have a particular nature and will resist using spells that go against it. Walnut however, once bonded, will perform any task it's user d_e_s_i_r_es, provided the user is of sufficient brilliance of course.” Ollivander had told him in the shop.

That settles it. Magic was certainly a thing for him now and he could feel it singing in his veins. He didn't even need to cast any of the spells he was now more than eager to try out to know that this was real.

And wasn't that a happy thought. Everything he had experienced so far was to real and vivid to be a hallucination or an elaborate dream of a coma.

Especially considering how Severus Snape likely wouldn't have been his first choice if he had to pick being reincarnated as someone. Though upon further examination of his options, assuming he had to be reborn here in this particular fictional world, it's not the worst person he could be.

Of course knowing what I know of the future events, Severus didn't have a great life. From my own point of view he had an unhealthy interest in his childhood friend who didn't return his feelings and he never got over it. To him, he also made a few serious mistakes that cost him his freedom by consigning himself to not one, but two masters in what he saw as a pseudo slavery. One of them even branded him!

But as if that wasn't enough, if he recalled the cannon universe correctly, Severus died as he lived, completely alone.

And I can't except that. Not now. Not when I've become Severus Snape.

The old Severus is gone. Whatever happened to the two of us, whatever brought me to be here, erased him. All that's left of him is eleven years of memories of a, quite frankly, shitty childhood. And his physical body.

That's what I can feel when I examine my mind like I did before when I ensured my past life's memories were saved. There might be two sets of memories. But as for souls, it's just mine. I'm probably more aware of this because of my unique experience of being just a soul.

Pushing aside those morbid thoughts of things I can't change, and to be honest probably wouldn't even if I could, from my mind to concentrate on other things.

I need to plan. Plain and simple. Magic is real in this world and I not only have access to it. I have outsider knowledge that I can liberally abuse to set myself up. The skies the limit when I really start to think about it, and I'm still stuck thinking about the major things that I know of.

Immortality is within spitting distance. And not just one form or type! Nicholas Flamel had his philosopher's stone, and if I recall correctly I'm pretty sure that he holds the official record for longest living person at some ridiculous number that's at least past six hundred.

And as much as it's built up to be a mythological artefact that people talk up how great a pinnacle of alchemy it is, everyone seems to forget what's right in front of their faces.

Nicholas Flamel and his stone are almost always mentioned in the same sentence. Flamel's stone that he made with alchemy that can create an elixir of life, and turn lead into gold. If he could do it, why could no one else? It's man made clearly. And most certainly difficult, otherwise other alchemists would have stumbled upon making one on accident at some point.

Everyone makes a big deal out of trying to steal it from him. Both in the books notably, but also in various fan fictions.

Why has no one put in the work or even attempt to make one of their own recently when this guy made his over six hundred years ago?

What other things can alchemy accomplish? Something to look into as I start a mental list of things too useful to ignore.

The very next thing on the list is the other known form of immortality. A horcrux. Splitting the soul with a ritual and so long as you can keep that piece of yourself safe you can stick around even if someone destroys your body.

Speaking of, being able to regenerate is also a must to look into and placed very high on the list. What seems obvious to an outside observer such as myself, but might not have even been a thought for Voldemort is what options are available for healing and/or recreating a body.

The reason he even lost the war he started wasn't because his killing curse rebounded and destroyed his body. It's that it took him fourteen years to get a new one.

I can only imagine what would have happened if he had been able to get right back to it even a few months later and pick it back up where he left off. If only he had planned for that possibility, he might have been able to set up some sort of failsafe and not even need any help to get a body back.

But his mistake is my gain. It's already on the list of things to look into.

And while on the subject of other people's mistakes, looking at Snape's life from the books I already know quite a few personal pitfalls that I need to steer clear of right off the bat. The first one to start with also happens to be the easiest, especially for a womanizer like me, and that's to keep one Ms. Lily Evans at arm's length.

There's a lot of roads I can take just from dealing with her. For instance I'm not sure if I'll want to seduce her and keep her all to myself in the future, or if I'll simply let James Potter and her have a Chosen child to take care of Voldemort while I have fun accomplishing my own goals.

Tying in with that you can call me Severus McSwitzerland because I'm not about to join anyone's side in the war that's soon to kick off in full in the next few years.

I have no need to get involved knowing what I do. I know Voldemort's weaknesses are his horcruxes and what they are. And a general idea of where they will be in the future depending on how much I f_u_c_k with things. Regardless of whether or not I can even find them all, he can always be contained if push comes to shove.

And all that's not even taking into account simply reasoning with the man. Although that is the riskiest option, I can make myself invaluable while refusing to become an actual member of his Death Eaters.

Dumbledore will be even easier to deal with in comparison. Not only is he supposed to be incredibly forgiving, but by all accounts he's a toothless dragon. Far too afraid of losing ownership of his precious Deathly Hallow, the Elder Wand, cripples him, and makes it unlikely he will ever get involved in any kind of battle he might have the smallest chance of losing.

Of course I'll be keeping that little tidbit to myself. No need give up that advantage.

That does however bring up the issue of the Deathly Hallows. I instantly discard the idea of going after them for now.

In part because I already know where they are and where they will stay far into the future. And also, as confident as I am, and with a surprising repertoire of spells and curses that Severus already knows, I'm not even a first year yet.

I still have a week to go before getting on the Hogwarts express. And I am lacking the experience I already know is necessary to obtain even one of those mythical artefacts.

But on the note of experience I'm about to get seven years of free access to an incredible place of learning. And using my knowledge of even just a few of the secrets of Hogwarts will allow me to advance by leaps and bounds in private study.

And of the things I need to become a master in there are plenty. Starting of course, with Occlumency. The art of protecting the mind from outside invasion and influence. Because I can't let a single secret slip for fear of it being the end of me.

I have no doubt that both Dumbledore and Voldemort would have the same reaction and frighteningly similar responses to my future knowledge. Both would Legilimens the ever loving shit out of my head without mercy, throwing in Veritaserum by the bucket load for good measure. Then depending on the person, Obliviation until I'm a vegetable, or a quick Avada Kedavra to the face. I couldn't fault them though. It's what I would do in a heartbeat.

While I'm on the subject of what I would do, my mind goes off on a tangent of… mind magic funny enough. Of all the different things it can do, and of all its various applications. Mind magic is pantshittingly terrifying when it suddenly becomes relevant to a person.

Obliviation. Something so standard to a wizard or witches everyday life that there is an entire squad of people who do nothing but erase memories working for the Ministry of Magic.

A spell that terrifying is used on a daily basis to keep our world hidden from the muggles. To just reach into someone's head and make it so something never happened to their perspective. And they aren't even aware that it happened!

The potential for abuse is staggering and one only needs to point a finger in the future Gilderoy Lockhart's direction. The flamboyant man was good at two things. Publicity, and the Obliviation spell. He took those two things and ran with them to a depressingly great effect by stealing other people's accomplishments and making them forget so he could take the credit.

And as far as applications go that was the least of a long list of ways I can think of to use that one spell. For the simple fact that if you can target what you erase from a person with pin point precision, you can completely change them into someone else.

The first example off the top of my head would be to turn a person from their friends and family by taking just a few of the memories of their most positive interactions with those people, and leaving only the bad.

And the insidious part is in its subtlety. Because they are still the same person, just with a different view. The Imperious curse may be dominant and impressive, as well as the first thing people think of for mind control, but it is a blunt hammer compared to a well-placed memory charm's scalpel.

Making a mental note to find any reliable memory charm that can plant false memories, I go through Severus's, my, trunk (I need to remember that now) to read ahead for my first school year of witchcraft and wizardry. I really need to keep on my toes that this is me now. Although the list of people who know what I was like is small, the one person who would care is probably going to be on the ball. Luckily we're still children, and young children at that, so I can hopefully play off any discrepancies under the guise of either nerves for going to Hogwarts or just plain growing up.

Reviewing past interactions between Severus and Lily though I don't think I have anything to worry about. Severus and I were both cynical pragmatists with a sharp tongue so I'll be alright just being myself for the most part.

Right after getting proficient with defending my mind it will be time to start learning the offensive branch and invading the minds of others for fun and profit. Legilimency, the art of reading someone's mind, viewing their memories, and hearing their innermost thoughts is an advantage that has me literally salivating and on the verge of cackling like a mad man. That certainly wouldn't do for the moment however.

In the short time I've been here I've already learned that my new parents are terrible people. At least they aren't really abusive, just horribly neglectful. Severus hardly ever got new clothes, mostly just things from the local thrift store that were poorly matched.

Until mum took him shopping for his Hogwarts school supplies he didn't actually have much else to call his own. There are lots of books around the house thankfully. One of those things mum put her foot down on in one of my new parents many, many rows. Severus was only struck a few times in his life and mostly when he was being obstinate while his father was drunk. But for the most part they simply ignored him and didn't care what he got up to so long is it wasn't any trouble for them. Which, funny enough, he got over before I even got here.

And finally the next thing I'm looking forward to is potions. Bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death indeed! So many absolutely game changing, delicious, nutritious potions! Draught of the Living Death, Felix Felicis, Polyjuice, Veritaserum, Amortentia etc.

Severus Snape was the youngest Potions Master in a century and I have every intention of living up to that particular title.

The week until I finally set off for Hogwarts passed by quickly enough. I'd managed to devour all the first year books and even spent an afternoon with Lily and Petunia Evans. Lily was blissfully unaware her friend is now an a_d_u_l_t in mind and while she is a rather cheerful girl, Petunia already has the makings of a thoroughly unpleasant individual. I'd always known she was jealous of her sister being lucky enough to be born with magic, though I can see that Lily inadvertently hasn't been doing much to curtail that by being self-absorbed into her own little world and is a little uncaring about bragging and showing off. Then again they are both children to me and I have the benefit of seeing how this will fester over the years until it culminates in Petunia keeping her nephew locked in a cupboard under the stairs.