modern-day era hc:
james potter and sirius black would definitely be co-owners of a meme page.
Ok, so I was scrolling on insta the other day and found this prompt about an autor who got sick or hurt or something and was about to d¡e.
Thing is that the characters on their book try to save them and the one who is more eager to help is the villain.
Now, that's great, but then my fanfiction-addict arse started to think.
AU. Modern Era. Harry Potter. With Severus Snape as the autor and Tom M. Riddle as the villain and them completly ooc.
Then everything kinda went crazy.
I imagined a scene were Sev wakes up in his hospital room, maybe in the middle of the freaking night and sees this person there, but like, he cannot make them out until they get closer and when they do he recognises Riddle asap.
Then, they both start talking. You know, the old, what are you doing here? How are you here?
Then Tom explains that he was the only one who got to this world, the others were probably still trying, but...
Point is, if Sev faded, so would the word he was creating. That would be until he finished the story.
Then maybe Tom tries to convince/threatens Severus so he would give him a good ending.
Severus says no and Tom kinda blows up.
Sev dosn't really react to the outburst, he knows this time is more bark than bite.
Tom pretty much plummets in the chair next to the bed and Sev explains to him that even though the story still lacked an epiloge, the last chapter was already sent to the editor and was pretty much irreversibly part of the saga.
There is silence, of course. Sev really needs to process the madness that is all that. Tom needs to come to terms with the fact that he is basically doomed.
Tom is the first one to speak.
"Can I at least know what will happen?" He sort of demands-pleads.
Severus answers with a sigh.
"I can tell you that the chapter ends with your plans ruined and you being taken by the aurors."
"Typical" the villain scoffs.
Severus chuckles, unable to stop himself and quite unconcerned about it.
Tom sighs. Then thinks about something else that has been nagging his brain for the past couple of weeks he has been there.
"Who am I here?" He blurts out of the blue, for Severus, at least.
"What do you mean?"
"Every person that is related somehow to you in this word is nearly a copy of someone in my world," he explains. "Sans me, apparently."
"Oh, that," Severus smiles. "No, you won't find anyone like you here. All the main characters in your home are based on people I know except you. You are the only one I fully created."
Tom opens his mout to reply but finds himself nearly speechless, not so much for what he was told, but because of the apparent warmth he was being addresed with.
Severus then frowned and pursed his lips. A painful grimace takes over hia face as realisation hits him. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply before looking at the man in front of him.
"I'm so sorry, Riddle."
Tom blinks before getting back his wits and replying with the most nonchalance he could muster. "It's not your fault you cannot change the end now," he said shrugging as a bonnus.
"Is not that," said the autor. "All the things I put you through without knowing..."
"If it wasn't you, it would've been someone else," replied the other.
"How so?" Now Severus was curious.
"It's complicated..." sighed the villain while leaning on the chair, a hand slightly pulling at his hair in exhaustion.
Getting the hint, Severus just nodded and dorpped the topic.
"And who are you? In the story, I mean..." asked Tom then.
"Oh! I'm Tobias Snape."
"The potion profesor?" inquired Tom with a frown. Both eyebrows arched at the answering nod. "You don't look like him."
"I guess not," chuckled the other.
"You don't act like him either," stated the man sitting on a chair, watching as the autor downrigth laughed at his last comment.
Then the man smiled sadly as he explained. "I guess the way I wrote the people in the book are the way I percieve the people in here."
The pause after that was tense and Tom could not help himself.
"Shit! You need therapy!"
Tom actually cringed at what he said and the expression on the other man's face. That until Severus burst out in damn giggles.
"I knew you were blunt, but...!" he tried to say beetwen chuckles.
"And who's to blame, huh?" replied the other, failing in supressing a smile.
"Who else have you met?" asked Severus suddenly.
Upon looking at him, Tom reached the insane conclussion that Prince was not worried, he just wanted to know.
"I think I met pretty much everyone." Whatever face he made after speaking must have betrayed his thoughts, if Princes' wince was to be considered. He shrugged before replying, reminding himself in his head that this person definitly knew what an asshole he could be. "Honestly, Lily is way more pleasant in my world. James and Sirius though...," he didn't try to hide the disdain in his voice. "I have never met someone so unpleasent, and that is saying something! You went too easy on them!" By that point, Severus was chuckling again.
Like this they spent hours, comparing people and stories of their worlds.
It was a bit outputting meeting someone for the first time with that person already aware of every little detail of your life. Even more so when said person did not run away.
Eventually, they didn't have anything else to talk about, and Tom still had to go back to his world. Severus could read it in his eyes, the moment Tom was readying himself to go, to give him some parting words before leaving.
"What if...?" Asked Severus suddenly. He licked his lips, overly conscious of the attention Tom was giving him. "What if I could give you a way out?"
"But you said you can't change the story," replied Tom, confused.
"I also said that the epiloge is still unfinished." Severus started tangling his fingers on the blancket draped around him, nerviously trying to think of anything that could-. His face lit up with a smile. "I cannot make you win, but I can make you scape."
Tom clenched one fist, hope swelling in his chest while he tried to keep it down.
"There is nowhere for me to go, Prince."
"Call me, Severus," blurted out the other without thinking while reaching for the notebook and pen on the bedside table oposite where Tom was sitting. "And you are rigth, there's nowhere in your world you can go, that's why you will start anew in whatever world you choose."
Tom's mind was spinning. He had already accepted the fact that he was done. Now he may had a way out, but it felt surreal, too easy. Heck! He didn't even had that much hope before reaching the building they where in. Besides... "I could only make it here because you were about to pass!"
"I can make another way. You know I can," said Severus, frantically scribling with his pen. "A portal that will take you wherever you wish to go, where noone will ever be able to follow..."
Tom tried and failed in speaking a couple of times.
"Prin- Severus," amended, remembering the other's words a while ago. "Why are you doing this?"
Severus finally left his notes in favor of the man sitting next to him. The dejected and confused expression he found told him more than anyone could belive.
Riddle was not expecting to be helped. He probably never did.
Of course he never did! Severus was well aware of the reason- of the reasons Riddle had to not trust him or anyone else, really.
Severus smiled warmly at Tom. "Did you know you were always one of my favorites?"
Tom watched unable to reply, as Severus' hand tangled briefly in his hair (too briefly).
That's how, in the end of the story, Tom was able to open a portal to a world unknown to any other person in his. Noone knew how he did it and the reserch was lost forever, a last tiny victory for the nearly convict.
Severus stayed a week to be checked. His 'magical' recovery was on every news you'd find.
When the time to leave came, the nurse told him about his family in the lobby.
Lily must have gotten out of work early.
Walking to meet her, he was disconcerted by the lack of red hair in his view.
He looked around, willing the universe to free him of the posibility of Lupin being the person offering him a ride home.
"Ready to go?" asked a voice behind his back.
He turned so fast that the world lost focus for a second before he met the eyes of the man leaning agaist the wall, already carring a bag with severus' belongings.
"Riddle?" he whispered desbelieving.
"Call me Tom," answered the other with a half smile.
Severus huffed a laugh while aproaching him, leaning in to retrive his bag. The other swung it over his shoulder and out of his reach, walking towards the exit so the autor would follow.
"Don't think that I'm not happy to see you," started Severus. "But why are you in this world again?"
They made it to a car. Tom retrieved the car's key from his pocket and Severus chose to adress that later.
"You tell me," snarked the ex-villian while putting Severus bag on the back of the car.
"I wrote for you to go wherever you wanted to go," Severus tried to explain and understand himself.
Tom only hummed blandly and opened the door of the car for Severus to get in.
He then walked around the car and got in himself, settling in the driver's sit and igniting the engine.
"I wanted you to start again where you cuold enjoy your life... wher you could be-" he cut himself, feeling sad all of a sudden. Did he fail Tom?
"I know," Tom interrumped his depressing thoughts.
Severus looked at him, only to be met with a small, yet warm smile.
They got to a red ligth and the car stopped. Tom reached out and, hesitanly interlaced his fingers with Severus'.
Marveling at the sight that were their hands togethet, Severus was finally hit with realisation.
He looked at Tom and smiled openly at him.
The light changed to green and Tom let go of Severus while asking for directions. They had to get home.
author:
summary:
Gen shut off the TV with a huff, angrily throwing the remote onto the floor before burying his head into the couch cushion and letting himself go.
Oh yes indeed, everyone was having the time of their lives, back in a newly minted world with technology and high rises and working water pumps. Everyone except for one. Because of those 367 days since they saved humanity. Gen had been alone for 322 of them.