Harry Potter: A Typical Man(SI OC)

The Hogwarts Express rumbled along the tracks as I leaned back into the booth, watching the blur of green countryside fade into the past. It was strange being back. I had seen war, death, and ancient magic that shook even the firmament of Westeros, and yet... this train, this school, these people—this was home.

Daphne rested her head lightly on my shoulder, half-asleep, her fingers loosely intertwined with mine. Vajra sat perched overhead in his usual majestic glory, scanning the aisle like he was my personal security detail. There was peace in this moment. A strange, quiet calm.

But I knew it wouldn't last. I had to tell her. Soon. About the truth. About what I was before this world—before Hogwarts. About who I used to be.

Snape would help me with that.

The first week back at Hogwarts had passed in a whirl of classes, enchantments, potion fumes, and stolen glances with Daphne across the Great Hall. And as I remembered Potter and Weasley crashed on whimping hollow

But the real storm was coming. Not the magical kind. Not even the political kind. No—it was the kind that came with baring your soul to the person you loved.

And I needed backup. The kind only one man could give me.

Snape.

That's how I found myself in his private quarters on a Friday evening, after classes had ended, a couple of crystal glasses set out on a small table, and a decanter of Firewhisky between us.

Snape poured two fingers for each of us and sat down with that familiar brooding elegance, his expression unreadable as ever.

"So," he began, sipping once. "You're going to tell her?"

I nodded, letting the burn of the whisky hit the back of my throat. "Yeah. She deserves to know. About the assassin part. Not the reincarnation stuff or parallel worlds—just... who I used to be. Before Hogwarts." 

' And yes I told him believe me or not Snape is the most trust worthy person here cuz he can keep secret damn well, and he is my best friend, my partner in crime so yes I told him about everything even about my missions. I just have not told him about the Devil fruits.'

He hummed thoughtfully. "You trust her with that?"

"I trust her with everything."

That got a very rare, very fleeting smile out of him. "Then she'll understand. And if she doesn't?"

"I'll deal with it." I paused, smirking. "But I was hoping you'd be there when I tell her. In case she hexes me."

He chuckled dryly. "Ah yes. Always the best role for the Head of Slytherin—human shield for lovesick assassins."

"Exactly."

He topped off his glass and mine. "So... what about you, Jon? Aside from planning to terrify your girlfriend with your bloody resume, how else have you been ruining my peaceful start of term?"

I grinned. "Oh, just the usual. Bought a new car."

Snape arched a brow. "Do tell."

"A highly-modified beast from future," I said proudly. 

Snape leaned forward slightly. "Better than my Jag?"

"Oh, you mean your majestic Jaguar XJ220? The red devil I gave you last year?" I teased.

"She's not a devil," he said defensively, "she's a lady."

"Yeah, a lady who nearly tore through the London last Christmas when you tried a hairpin drift while flirting with a waitress mid-slide."

Snape actually laughed—like, full-on, leaned-back laughter.

"She had excellent taste in Merlot," he said with a shrug.

"And no idea that you were a double agent, potions master, and owner of the most dangerously charming smirk in Britain."

"She thought I worked in perfume research."

"Snape."

"What?" he deadpanned. "It wasn't a complete lie."

We burst out laughing again.

"Speaking of lies," I said after we calmed down, "you planning to keep yours going with Diana?"

Snape's face softened, which, in his case, meant he looked 5% less like a vampire and 20% more like a man in love.

"I'm going to propose to her during Christmas."

"Finally!" I said, raising my glass. "About bloody time."

"And what about you?" he asked. "Still planning that... dramatic weekend reveal to Daphne?"

"Yeah. I've got something big for her. Two things, actually." I reached into my satchel and tossed him a small, rune-etched black box.

He opened it.

"What in Merlin's balls is this?"

"Mera Mera no Mi."

He stared.

"It's a fruit," I explained. "But not just any fruit. Ancient magic. Old, powerful. Eat it, and you gain dominion over fire. Literally. You become fire."

Snape blinked. "You're giving me this?"

"You're my best friend. I've got several. Took me years to track them all down. But you? You get fire."

"I—" He hesitated. Then, slowly, he took a bite.

A second later, he groaned. "Bloody hell, that tastes like salted charcoal left in a troll's sock."

I wheezed with laughter.

He stood up, and in one blink, flames shimmered off his fingertips. Another second later, he turned his entire right arm into a roaring, living flame.

"I am never teaching first-years again," he said darkly, admiring his new hand.

"Oh, and Daphne's getting the Ice Fruit," I added.

Snape snorted. "Fitting. Ice Queen of Slytherin indeed."

We both sipped again, and I could feel the buzz settling in—half firewhisky, half nostalgia.

"And once she finds out about Potter and Weasley's train stunt, she might just freeze the both of them."

Snape groaned loudly. "Don't remind me. They missed the bloody train. Flew an enchanted car into a Whomping Willow. Broke eleven school rules in one go."

I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my glass. "How are they even still alive?"

"Because Dumbledore has a sense of humor and Minerva's blood pressure meds are working. Barely."

"You love this school."

"I do," Snape admitted. "Just not its Gryffindors."

We clinked glasses again.

"To chaos," I toasted.

"To fire and ice," he returned.

"And destruction," I added.

"And whisky," Snape said dryly.

We both downed another sip.

"So tell me more about this car," he said. "The future one."

I grinned. "It's a 2012 GTR. Godzilla-class. Full tech-fusion mod. It could outrun a broomstick in the Himalayas in a snowstorm and still look sexy doing it."

Snape's eyes widened. "You're letting me drive it?"

"Only if you don't flirt mid-drift again."

"No promises."

We laughed again.

"I can't believe you're serious about this whole parallel world reincarnation thing," he said. "Twilight vampires, Westeros ice zombies, dragon magic…"

"I'm dead serious. The car is just a bonus. Wait until you see it. Makes Bugatti look like a kid's tricycle."

Snape nearly spat his drink. "You're letting me drive it?"

"As long as you don't charm the GPS to flirt back."

"No promises."

We laughed again.

"I still can't believe all that stuff about parallel worlds," Snape said.

"Believe it. First was Twilight world. 2012. Werewolves. Vampires. Brooding and bloodlust."

"Sounds like your social life."

"Second was Westeros. Ice zombies, dragons, kingdoms at war. I... helped end it."

"You're serious."

"I wish I wasn't."

He stared at the fire dancing in his palm.

"I don't say this lightly," he said. "But you are possibly the most insane, dangerous, and incredible man I've ever met."

"And I brought you firefruit," I said with a smirk.

Snape leaned back, eyes gleaming. "Alright, Bonds. Let's burn the world down. But elegantly."

"For magic. For family. And for the ride."

We raised our glasses one last time.

"To the ride."

Time skip,

Daphne's POV:

It was already late in the evening when a Hogwarts house-elf popped into my dorm with a sharp pop, blinking its enormous eyes at me and announcing in a squeaky voice, "Professor Snape requests Miss Daphne Greengrass's presence in his office at once."

Tracey, my roommate, blinked from her bed where she was flipping through a Witch Weekly. "What'd you do this time? Did your potions essay blow something up?"

I scowled. "No! But it's weird. He's never summoned me this late."

She wagged her brows. "Maybe he finally found out you've been passing his assignments to Jon for 'review.'"

I rolled my eyes, shoved on my robe, and followed the elf. I wasn't particularly worried. Snape was cold and strict, but he was also fair. Still, I couldn't shake a sliver of unease.

That sliver became a full-blown glacier when I opened the door to his office and saw Jon there.

Jon. Sitting in a leather armchair like it was his common room. Talking to Professor Snape like they were old war buddies. And drinking bloody whisky.

What the actual hell?

They both looked up at me like this was completely normal.

"Daphne," Jon said, standing up. "You're here."

"Obviously," I snapped. My eyes narrowed. "What is going on here? Why are you in Professor Snape's office drinking with him?! You're underage, and he's—he's him!"

Snape raised one brow lazily. Jon smiled nervously.

"It's… complicated," Jon offered.

I folded my arms. "Try me."

Snape gestured to the other armchair. "Please, Miss Greengrass. Sit. This may take a while."

Oh, no. When he said that, it meant at least three existential crises were on the way.

I sat. Slowly. Crossed my legs. Glared at Jon.

"Okay. Talk."

Jon glanced at Snape, who just sipped his whisky and nodded. Jon sighed. "I want to tell you everything—well, almost everything. There's stuff I can't explain. But I owe you the truth. About who I am."

My stomach twisted. "You're scaring me."

He gave me a small smile. "I'm not a normal student. I mean... you already knew that and also that I am an Orphan. But I haven't told you why."

And so he told me. About discovering particular skills at nine. About being trained himself—as an assassin.

"You—what?!"

"I only went after people who were evil, corrupt. The ones who hid behind power, hurt people."

I stared. Open-mouthed. Jon Bonds, my slightly dramatic, fiercely protective, maddeningly secretive fiancé, had been an assassin?

Snape, of all people, sipped his drink and added, "I met him while tracking a rogue dark wizard. He was already there. Dealt with the man before I could lift my wand."

Jon grinned. "He was impressed."

Snape scoffed. "I was annoyed. Then impressed."

"You've been friends this long?" I asked.

Jon and Snape shared a look that said longer than you'd believe.

"And you—flirted with four women during a 360 drift?!"

Snape coughed. "They were attractive and receptive."

I blinked. "Professor Snape, the Dungeon Bat, is a charmer? My brain is leaking."

Jon grinned. "I told you he was a different man behind the wheel."

I turned to Snape. "Did you seriously drift a Jaguar XJ220 while flirting?"

"I am a man of many talents," Snape said dryly.

Jon added helpfully, "He made all four swoon in ten seconds. I timed it."

I groaned and dropped my face into my hands.

Then Jon said softly, "But that's not all. I've been busy this summer. Searching. I found some things. Ancient things."

He pulled out a small, rune-marked fruit from a box. Black with purple swirls. It pulsed with power.

"What is that?"

"Hei Hei no Mi," he said. "It'll grant you dominion over ice."

I blinked. "You're giving me... a magic fruit?"

"It's more than that. Once you eat it, you'll gain powers—elemental powers. I already ate mine. Pika Pika no Mi. Light. I can move at the speed of photons."

Snape raised his hand. Flames danced across his palm.

"I got the fire one," he said smugly. "Mera Mera no Mi."

I stared at them like they were lunatics. Which, frankly, they were.

"And you want me to eat this?"

Jon nodded. "I've seen what you can do, Daphne. I trust you. I want you strong—safe."

I took it. Examined it. Then bit into it.

"Ugh! It tastes like burnt foot and charcoal!"

Both men laughed.

I scowled. The room temperature dropped five degrees.

"Sorry," Jon said quickly.

Snape cleared his throat. "You'll need to train it. Like fire and light, ice are versatile. Dangerous if unchecked."

"I'll teach you," Jon said. "We'll figure it out together."

My heart softened. He had given me a gift of immense power... and trust.

Then Snape added, "You'll be joining us tomorrow. Ride into Muggle London."

I hesitated. "Won't I disturb your little man-date?"

Snape snorted. "Hardly. Diana's coming. My girlfriend."

I froze. "...You have a girlfriend?"

Jon wheezed.

I pointed at Snape. "You're telling me you—Mr. I-wear-black-even-in-summer—have a girlfriend?!"

Snape said calmly, "She first thought I worked in exotic potion research."

Jon leaned in. "Also first thought he's Italian."

I stared at the ceiling. "I live in a simulation."

Jon took my hand. "You'll come?"

I nodded. "Yes. But no whisky for you tonight. Go back to your dorm and get some sleep."

He smiled. Leaned in. And kissed me properly. Not on the cheek. Not on the forehead.

Soft. Certain. Fierce.

My lips curved upward even before I opened my eyes.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," he said.

Snape raised his glass behind him. "To surviving the Ice Queen."

Jon clinked it. "To tomorrow's ride."

And with that, Jon vanished into the shadows, and I was left stunned, amused, and—more than anything—loved.

What a bloody night.