au in poa where remus bites an unconscious severus and when severus wakes, he’s a werewolf, remus and sirius have escaped and dumbledore insists that peter pettigrew is both alive and the one responsible for lily’s murder
Snape goes to Spinner’s End in the summer months between OotP and HBP, but Spinner’s End is described as:
The place had an air of neglect, as though it was not usually inhabited.
So, was that his first summer back in Cokeworth? Did he normally stay at Hogwarts, but with Pettigrew tasked to him, did he decide to go back home because he had nowhere else except Hogwarts to go?
Although Narcissa knew roughly where to find him - is that an indication that he usually returned to Cokeworth during the summer months? Was the ‘not usually inhabited’ merely referring to the other 10.5 months of the year?
Or did he start going back to Spinner’s End once the Dark Lord returned, knowing it would look more plausible if he escaped Dumbledore’s scrutiny over the summer?
Imagine an au where Grindelwald was defeated, but never imprisoned. Dumbledore helps him escape, or he just escaped on his own. He goes off to live a quiet life, either accepting his defeat or biding his time to strike again. One day he hears about a young boy in an orphanage who’s showing signs of magic.
A little later, he’s signing the papers to adopt one Tom Marvolo Riddle.
I can totally see this happening. And now I want to write something on it:
Snickering to herself, the short Hufflepuff girl morphed into the likeness of their Headmaster and cast around for her first victim. A weedy looking Ravenclaw boy caught her eye and she grinned, a tad madly, as she made her way over to him.
The boy looked extremely startled and a little bit frightened as, what appeared to be Albus Dumbledore plopped down beside him. The Headmaster was grinning and the boy felt even more scared. “So, dear boy,” the “Headmaster” started. “Have you ironed your socks today?”
“Uh… Uhm….” The child stuttered, wondering how on earth he was supposed to answer that. Was he supposed to have ironed his socks?
“Now, now,” a voice tutted from his other side. Turning, the boy went white. Sitting on that side was none other than… Albus Dumbledore. A strangled noise escaped the child’s throat. This was a dream right? It had to be a dream. He was dreaming… Squeezing his eyes shut, the boy mumbled “I’m dreaming” over and over under his breath. When he finally dared crack one eye open, nothing had changed.
The Dumbledore on his right was calmly spreading jam on some toast and the Dumbledore on his left was smiling at him. It was that same smile that had terrified him not five minutes ago. With a despairing cry, the boy scrambled off the bench and ran out of the Great Hall as fast as his legs could carry him.
The Dumbledores regarded each other. “Quite an excellent job Nympahdora, however you missed a mole under my left ear.”
The left-Dumbledore seemed to shimmer slightly and in his place was left a madly grinning short girl with bright pink hair dressed in Hufflepuff colours.
“Thank-you sir,” she responded automatically, not even minding his use of her hated first name. “I’ll get it right next time. Same time next week?”
“Most certainly my dear. This is far more fun than listening to Severus moan about how he feels the students are stupider than last year. Good day to you Nymphadora.” With a last twinkling smile, the real Albus Dumbledore swung himself back over the bench and sauntered back to the High Table, whistling cheerfully to himself. What fun indeed!