Harry Potter: A Typical Man(SI OC)

DAPHNE'S POV:

The air was cold, sharp, and laced with excitement as Jon guided me through the shadows of Hogsmeade to what he called a "hidden gem of adrenaline."

"We're almost there," he whispered, squeezing my hand like a co-conspirator in a heist.

"I'm still not over you drinking whisky with my Head of House," I muttered, squinting into the darkness.

He grinned. "You're going to forget all about that in three... two... one—"

A shimmering veil of illusion dropped like a curtain, revealing a massive underground garage tucked behind an intricate web of wards. The floodlights blinked on, bathing everything in a silvery glow.

I gasped.

My eyes were instantly drawn to two gleaming monsters: a fire-red Jaguar that looked like it could purr its way into heaven, and beside it, Jon's pride—his GTR, sleek and humming with latent fury.

But none of that shocked me more than seeing him.

Professor Severus Snape.

Wearing black jeans.

A black button-up shirt with the sleeves artfully folded to his forearms.

Black muggle boots. A leather jacket.

Dyed dusty blond hair tied back in a devil-may-care style that did unspeakable things to my teenage brain.

"WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME?!" I shrieked.

Leaning casually against the Jaguar like a Calvin Klein model was a man I would've sworn was a stranger if not for the unmistakable glower and signature smirk of the dungeon bat himself.

And next to him, as if to hammer the final nail in my understanding of reality, stood a radiant woman with ruby-red hair, legs for days encased in leather, and a chic white jacket that screamed runway royalty. Diana.

"Snape's... dating a literal goddess," I breathed.

Jon snickered. "You should see them slow dance. It's downright illegal."

"CLEARLY."

I somehow managed a polite nod. "Professor. Miss."

Snape smirked. "Greengrass. Ready for your first taste of illegal muggle thrill?"

"Oh, I'm very ready," I said, clinging to Jon's arm like he was my emotional anchor. "Though I have no idea how this... works."

Snape tossed Jon his Jaguar keys like he was handing over the crown jewels. "She's yours tonight. Treat her like a lady."

Jon's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "I always do."

Snape sauntered toward Jon's GTR like a panther inspecting a rival predator. He ran a hand over the hood, reverent. "This beast... She hums like sin."

He opened the driver's side door, helped Diana in with the poise of a gentleman, then looked at us with a grin so feral it sent a chill down my spine.

"Try to keep up."

The moment we hit Muggle London, everything became a blur—of color, of sound, of utter chaos. The streets were practically empty save for us and the sea of flashing red and blue that erupted behind Professor Snape's beast of a car.

He was no longer a professor. No, this was Severus Snape—The Night Phantom.

"HE'S GOING 200!" I screamed, eyes wide as Jon grinned maniacally next to me.

"That's not even his top speed!"

Snape's car flew through an intersection, barely avoiding an oncoming lorry. Diana, beside him, was laughing like a madwoman, her hair whipping wildly through the open window.

Five police cars and a chopper now.

One officer shouted something over a megaphone. Snape responded by downshifting and performing a flawless Tokyo drift around a roundabout, flicking his headlights at them in mockery.

"IS HE FLIRTING AGAIN?!"

Jon pointed ahead. "Watch closely."

Snape pulled up alongside a police car—yes, alongside—lowered his window, smirked, and shouted, "Eyes like yours deserve freedom, not fury!"

The officer—a very stunned woman—gasped, swerved into a mailbox, and slammed into a parked cab.

"That's the third one!" I shrieked.

"He's working on a full set!" Jon howled.

The chopper light bathed us both in blinding white as we trailed behind. Snape responded by accelerating and leaping a ramp into a construction site, weaving through steel beams as if he knew the blueprints by heart.

"THAT'S A BUILDING SITE!"

"HE'S TURNING IT INTO A RUNWAY!" Jon yelled.

He was. Snape launched the GTR off a partially built ramp, flipping 360 in midair and landing clean on an adjacent parking garage roof.

"HE LANDED THAT?!?!"

Diana kissed him mid-drift.

"He just kissed her mid-drift. He's making out during evasive maneuvers," I muttered.

"Priorities," Jon said with admiration.

Another cop car got too bold. Snape jammed the brakes, spun around the pursuing vehicle, and gently nudged the bumper—sending it skidding into a fountain.

Then he winked at the chopper above.

"He did NOT—"

"He did."

SNAPE'S POV:

"Six minutes in," I muttered. "Time for style points."

I revved. Diana clung to my arm, laughing wildly.

Another female officer appeared ahead on a roadblock.

I flicked on the charm. "Your uniform could arrest my heart."

She blushed. Moment of weakness. She lowered her baton and I slid through the blockade like water through fingers.

"Fourth," I whispered.

Diana slapped my shoulder. "You are impossible."

"I'm romantic."

We soared through Piccadilly, blasting past red lights as the cityscape blurred. I spotted two more squad cars joining in and a second chopper hovering above.

Double trouble.

With a flick, I turned sharply onto a narrow alley flanked by ancient brick and trash bins. The GTR barely fit, and I scraped the wing mirror off a dumpster, but I cleared it.

I hit nitrous.

DAPHNE'S POV:

The alley exploded behind him. Literally. A police cruiser had tried to follow and got stuck mid-turn, scraping both sides and combusting a trash bin.

"I THINK HE JUST DRIFTED THROUGH A GOTHIC ALLEY."

"Oh, he did."

Snape reappeared onto an open boulevard, the London Eye blinking behind him.

He waved at the second chopper. Another woman's voice crackled over the intercom.

"Sir! Pull over!"

Snape blew her a kiss.

She swooned. The chopper jerked upward.

"FIVE! THAT'S FIVE!"

"He's aiming for six!" Jon cackled.

And then it got wild.

Snape tore through a motorway, swerving under overpasses and weaving between traffic like a thread through a needle. Then came the checkpoint. Spikes. Armed cops. Helicopter hovering like a predator.

He didn't brake.

He accelerated.

SNAPE'S POV:

"Timing is everything," I murmured.

Diana gripped the seat. "Sev—"

"Trust me."

I hit a handbrake-boost combo, sent the car into a controlled drift, lifted off a parked lorry, and sailed straight over the barricade.

We landed sideways. Burned rubber. Kept going.

"That's number six," I muttered, catching the slack-jawed look of the final female officer.

"I can't believe this is my life," Diana whispered.

"You say that every time."

I pushed the GTR harder. We shot through the countryside, tires howling, headlights cutting the dark like blades.

DAPHNE'S POV:

The GTR flew over the blockade.

"He JUMPED THE BARRICADE!"

Jon was silent.

"Jon??"

"He's... I think he's become the car."

We swerved to follow, our tires screeching. Ahead, Snape took a vertical spiral carpark in reverse, sliding upward like he was dancing with gravity.

Then we saw it.

He and Diana were kissing again. While reversing.

They weren't even looking at the road.

"I can't live like this," I muttered.

"Get used to it," Jon laughed. "He's god-tier now."

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The city lights eventually faded into the soft hush of the British countryside. London's chaos and concrete vanished, replaced by gentle hills cloaked in moonlight and forests whispering with the breeze. The moon cast silver over the rolling fields, and I felt my shoulders finally relax as the adrenaline from the chase began to ebb.

Jon hopped out of the car first, circling around to open my door. "Lady Greengrass," he said with a smirk, offering a hand.

"Sir Bond," I replied, matching his grin, slipping my hand into his.

Snape was leaning against the now-parked GTR, casually lighting a cigar with a flick of his wand. Diana perched beside him on the hood, sipping from a glass bottle of soda, her hair windswept and glowing under the starlight. Jon, meanwhile, leaned against Snape's Jaguar XJ220, a bottle of beer in one hand, his arm lazily thrown over my shoulder.

"I still can't believe that happened," I whispered, eyeing the cars like they might decide to race on their own again.

"Believe it," Jon said, popping the cap off his bottle and handing me a cold soda. "Sev went god-mode."

"'Sev'?"

"We're bros now. Battle-forged. Gasoline-bonded."

Snape rolled his eyes and took a long drag from his cigar. "And yet you crashed my Spotify playlist with... what was it? Skrillex?"

"It was fitting," Jon grinned. "Explosions. Dubstep. Chaos. You."

Diana laughed. "You do realize he flirted with half the female law enforcement in central London?"

I raised an eyebrow at Snape. "Five policewomen. One chopper pilot. You're literally a public menace."

Snape smirked. "They started it."

"By existing?"

"Exactly."

I shook my head and sipped my soda. "You're supposed to be our professor. This is highly unprofessional."

"Technically," Jon interjected, "we're off-duty."

"And outside Hogwarts jurisdiction," Snape added smoothly.

Diana gave me a side-glance, playfully nudging me with her shoulder. "And you, Lady Ice Queen, riding Jaguar with the future king of rogue magic. Impressions?"

I flushed slightly. "I'm still recovering. You're all mad. Every one of you."

"But the view is worth it," Jon said.

We fell into a comfortable silence, the air thick with warmth, starlight, and the occasional clink of glass.

After some time Jon said " Hey next ride, I will ride GTR."

"Ok sure."

A few minutes later, Snape was adjusting the leather seat of the GTR like it was a throne, the engine purring beneath him. Diana gave him a small salute before turning back to me.

"Careful, he thinks he's a god in that car."

"He might be one," I muttered.

Jon, meanwhile, was already testing the grip of the Jaguar, revving it softly. "Oof, I forgot how smooth this feels."

Then conversation turned a bit more serious—still warm, but full of curiosity. Diana leaned back on the hood, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "So, about those devil fruits you lot were muttering about earlier?"

Jon smirked. "Ah yes, the mythic fruit club."

Snape gave a small nod, smoke curling up as he exhaled slowly. "The Mera Mera no Mi... allows me to become fire. Fully. I'm nearly immune to conventional attacks now."

"And not just immune," Jon added, grinning. "He can be the flame. It's beautiful. And dangerous. Like if Mozart became a flamethrower."

Snape chuckled. "You're not wrong."

"And you?" Diana asked, turning to me.

I raised my soda bottle and gently chilled it with a flick of my finger. "Hei Hei no Mi. Ice. I'm still learning, but I've already got decent control."

"She froze a stream this morning so we could cross," Jon added proudly. "Total Elsa vibes."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't ever call me Elsa again."

Jon laughed "I eat Pika pika no mi make me light."

Diana clapped lightly. "You lot are insane. I love it."

Snape smirked. "Next week, we're turning a lake into a battlefield. Just wait."

Jon turned toward him, smirking. "Just don't try to seduce another policewoman while we're at it."

"Oh, please," I added, "at this point, he could smile and half of London would melt."

They all laughed, the sound light and genuine under the starlit sky.

Jon raised his beer. "To fire, ice, light... and the poor Aurors and police who'll never catch us."

We clinked our bottles and glasses together, letting the magic of the night wrap around us like a warm breeze.

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The rumble of the GTR's engine finally quieted as we rolled into Hogsmeade's hidden garage. After the chaos, speed, and sheer madness of Muggle London, the peaceful countryside air felt like a lullaby. Diana stepped out first, her hair slightly wind-blown, lips curved in an unshakable grin as she adjusted her leather jacket. Professor Snape—or should I say Severus—followed, his boots clicking softly on the stone floor as he made his way around the car.

Jon parked the Jaguar beside us and hopped out, walking around to open the passenger door for me like an absolute gentleman. "Milady," he teased, bowing slightly.

I laughed as I stepped out. "You're lucky you're cute."

"I know," he winked.

Severus turned to Diana, who raised a brow. "So, the mysterious Snape becomes Severus only after breaking ten traffic laws and charming a helicopter pilot?"

"Allegedly," he smirked.

Diana laughed and leaned in to kiss him briefly. "Allegedly, my foot."

Jon and I shared a knowing look as Severus opened the passenger door for Diana and helped her into the GTR. She waved at us through the window as the car started up again.

"Take care of him," I called.

"Only if he behaves," Diana grinned.

With a rev of the engine and a flick of Severus's hand, the GTR vanished into the night.

We walked back toward the Hogwarts gates in silence for a few minutes, the gravel crunching beneath our boots. It felt surreal returning after everything we'd experienced that night. Jon kept glancing at me like he wanted to say something.

"What is it?" I finally asked.

"Just... wasn't expecting tonight to be this memorable. You handled it better than I thought."

"Better? Jon, I nearly had a heart attack at least six times. But I wouldn't trade it."

He smiled. That small, rare smile that made something flip inside me every time.

We reached the entrance to the castle. The moon hung above us, casting silver shadows on the ancient stone walls. Jon stopped, his expression soft.

"Thanks for coming tonight," he said.

"Thanks for asking me."

He took my hand and gently pulled me closer. "Goodnight, Ice Queen."

"Goodnight, my assassin."

He kissed me—not just a peck on the cheek, but a real kiss. Firm, warm, and full of every word he didn't say out loud.

I melted into it for a second before pushing him away playfully. "Go to your dorm, Jon."

"Yes, ma'am," he said with mock obedience, saluting.

I watched as he turned and walked toward the Ravenclaw Tower, hands in his pockets, his silhouette growing smaller against the rising castle.

My heart was still racing.

Damn him.