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Death Eater Takes a Holiday	By : LeeLeePotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 42271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sometimes you just can't help but break in to song

Sometimes you just can't help but break into song...  Oh Monday mornin', Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me

(mamas
and the papas)

Chapter
16 Calm Before the Storm

Like
any vacation, eventually enough is enough; there is only so much you can do
every day, even at a big castle like Hogwarts. There are only so many days to
go flying and so many chess games to play. Several of the teachers decided to
see Albus and take their potions early. Filius had asked Severus if he was
going to hang around all day, or take advantage of the time they had and
reacquaint themselves as professors. He looked at today as 8 � 10 hours of
boredom that could be better spent, but Severus was not ready to go back,
though he did not tell Filius his reasons.

Severus
did not want to give up the last of his carefree Harry time, although it wasn't
as carefree as his first few days had been. Harry told him that his older self
would have been the first to go back. That evening, Hermione had dragged Ron
down to the Great Hall to talk to the professors. Harry and Severus holed up in
the seventh years� dorm. When they entered the room, Harry locked the door, put
up a silencing charm, and wrapped his arms around Severus, his hands splayed on
his back, holding him tight. Severus returned the embrace, holding Harry close,
feeling him sigh against his chest. They stayed like that for some time with no
distractions, only the near silence of a snowy owl asleep on her perch.

"Would
you like to move this to the bed?" asked Severus softly in Harry�s ear.

"Not
if it means letting go of you," Harry said with his cheek pressed against
Sev's chest. Sev smiled and kissed the top of his head before reaching down to
grasp Harry's arse, pulling him up off the floor. Legs toned from much flying
wrapped tight around his waist. He felt more than heard Harry let out a giggle
into his robes. Sev, wrapped in Harry, walked over to the bed, pulled back the
curtains and the covers before depositing him on the bed. Harry inched up to
the pillow and watched with a smile as Sev used a charm to remove first his,
then Harry's clothes, before climbing into bed. Harry rolled over to snuggle
against Severus as he had before.

Long,
slender fingers carded leisurely through messy black hair. Harry closed his
eyes so he could just feel. Thoughts of the past week, and what his Potions
Masters' reaction would be, filled his mind. It had taken Harry some time to
come to terms with the fact that Sev was Severus. Certainly the
professor would also need time to work it out. 'Maybe I shouldn't be around
tomorrow' Harry thought. Harry didn't know when the hand massaging his
scalp moved to his shoulders and chest. His nipples hardened from the
attention.

"It's
my last night," said Sev "We should make it special."

"It
already is," Harry said, pulling Sev closer.

"Being
your last chance and all, would you like to top?" asked Sev with a feral
grin.

Harry smiled, but shook his head. "No,
after you've taken your potion, you ask me again. But until then, I won't take
what isn't truly being offered fully. Ask me again next week," he said
with a wink. Harry gazed into Sev's beautiful black eyes. He had long eyelashes
that Harry hadn't noticed before this week. "Sev, I know you've only known
me a week, kind of, and had this been a normal situation, with two people not
in some demented time warp, I wouldn't ask, but �are we more than sex?"

Severus
saw the pleading in those green eyes; they were so full of emotion. Was he that
unsure of himself?

"Do
you really need to ask?" Sev said and gently placed a kiss on his lips.

Harry
had never felt like this before; nor had he ever had someone else treat him
like Sev did. This was so foreign to him that he was afraid someone was going
to suddenly see how happy he was, and rip it away from him. As a child, he had
never been permitted to keep anything that made him happy. Dudley would always
find renewed interest in a discarded toy that Harry found entertaining. Harry
soon found that he would only be allowed to have what no one else wanted,
whether it was Dudley's old clothes or even the questionable food on his plate.
He suddenly wondered if that had anything to do with his attraction to his
Potions Master. Did anyone else want him? Could Harry keep him only if no one
saw him enjoying himself? Voldemort was the Dudley of the wizarding world for
Harry. He was the one that kept Harry from having happiness each year.
Voldemort took Sirius away from him, his last chance at a family. Would he
prevent his Sev from being his when they returned to normalcy? Did he
really need to ask if it was just sex?

"No."

Severus
pulled the covers over them and cuddled into Harry. They were not just sex, not
anymore. They spent the night in each other's arms.
Severus
found himself waking in a dark room. The candles had burned down, and a peek
through thrtairtains showed that Ron had no intentions of sleeping in his own
bed tonight. He doubted Hermione would sleep with the lights off tonight.
Interesting girl she was. Sev pulled a robe over his head, padded out of the
room and headed for the owlry. There had always been extra parchment and quills
in there, just in case. He penned a note to Harry and made his way back to the
warm bed where Harry slept. On his return Harry was tossing and turning. He
hadn't had a bad dream all week since Monday. Sev wasn't sure why Harry would
need potions for bad dreams, but tonight's wasn't nearly as bad as the one he'd
seen before. Sev climbed into the bed. Harry was clawing at his neck behind his
right ear, as if he was trying to pull a tight shirt over his head. Sev gently
pulled his hands away from his now red skin. Harry had scratched it raw. It was
the very spot that Sev liked to suck on and lick to make Harry melt in his
arms. Green eyes fluttered open to see Sev sitting, watching over him with
concern.

"Sorry,"
Harry said sheepishly.

Sev
frowned. "Shh, don't be sorry. Do you need a potion?"

"No,
I just had a bad dream is all. I shouldn't think about my family before I fall
asleep."

Severus
lay back down by Harry's side and pulled him close once again. The next time
Severus awoke, he found Harry watching him. He wore a solemn expression. It
would be quite a long time before he woke with this man again, if ever. Sev
leaned up on his elbow. "Do you think the person you are now will shape
the person you become?" Harry shrugged. "You are legally an adult
wizard. Do you think you will change to be a completely different person in the
next 10, 20, or 50 years?"

"No,
I guess not. I can see where you're going with this, but you don't know the
life changing decisions you've made, decisions that change a person. I realize that I've not had the chance to
get to know you before, so there could very well be a lot of 'Sev' left
in your older self. But before this week, I've never seen a glimpse of you,
never." Harry reached over to hold Sev's hands. It was surprisingly
intimate, considering all that they'd done physically.

"Remember
something for me, Severus. I do want to get to know who you are. I've
seen what I thought were changes in you this year, but in fact it was just you
being a little more relaxed. Give me a chance to get to know the person you've
become."

Sev
squeezed his hands. "I'll remember."

Harry
smiled and kissed his young professor. It occurred to Harry that this might
very well be his last kiss for a while. He held Sev's face and pulled him in
for a passionate kiss, his lips pressed so hard he could feel the man's teeth.
He broke the kiss, then followed it with several little kisses.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In
the common room they met up with Ron and Hermione.
"Severus?"
Hermione called him over. "I thought you might like this back." She
handed him the parchment he'd had in his pocket all week, the one he had been
writing down questions on. "I'm sorry if it was private. I didn't realize
what it was when I read it until I turned it over to see my note."

Sev
shrugged, "It was only questions I'd been curious about. I was wondering
if maybe I would know the answers later today when I got my memories
back."

"I
think you know some of them. A few of them only Ron and myself know, and I
wouldn't betray Harry's trust. If you still have questions after tomorrow, I
would be happy to tell you about the ones I can," she said with sincerity.
"Thank
you, Hermione," he said with a smile.

She
returned the smile and suddenly remembered one of the notes he'd made.
"You�re welcome. It will be nice to have our Potions Master back
again," she said with a wink.

Severus
smiled wide. He was a Potions Master. He had reached that goal.

Harry
had just walked up behind him, whispering so no one else could hear.
"Would you like to have breakfast now, Master?"

Severus
gulped. He wondered briefly if he could skip breakfast and shag Harry
senseless.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

At
breakfast, Albus smiled at everyone. The twinkle was evident in his blue eyes
as he said good morning to the group on this last day of their holiday.

"I
think it was a fine holiday for all of us." Harry squeezed Sev's leg under the table. "New friendships
have been formed. Old friendships renewed." Dumbledore said with a look of
accomplishment. The food appeared and everyone began to eat.

It
was odd to see Filius Flitwick back to his old self again. It was funny how he
didn't look that much different. Older and hairier, but pretty much the same
little wizard. Again, Harry felt the unfamiliar feeling of hope come over him.
If Filius wasn't much different after fifty years or more, Sev could very well
still be a part of Severus Snape, Potions Master. Just maybe, the hard life of
a Death Eater turned spy hadn't beat Sev out of existence.

When
breakfast was over, Sev turned to Harry. "When will I see you again?"

"I
will see you on Wednesday for Potions; any earlier than that is up to
you." Harry stood to leave. "Thank you, Severus."

"For
what?"

"Hope."

Harry
may have been hopeful, but he wasn't stupid. Today, he, Ron and Hermione would
leave the castle and stay clear of one Severus �about to get his memories
back� Snape. Being seventh years and legally adults, meant privileges for
the trio. They could go into town on the weekend, even if it wasn't the
assigned 'Hogsmeade weekend'. They needed only to sign out and get approval
from their Head of House or the Headmaster. Dumbledore gave them the okay, and
a knowing smile. In fact, the professors that had already 'aged' gave some
thought about the week they saw Snape palling around with Harry Potter, and
decided to spend the day far from Dumbledore's office, waiting for the
inevitable explosion.

Harry
and Ron introduced Hermione to the landlord of the first place they had looked
at. He liked that one the best, and had decided that he would tell the man he
would take it. Hermione looked around, checking the views and the few muggle
appliances that were in place, while Ron pointed out the floo and the layout of
the room in relation to the fireplace. Harry hadn't considered that he would be
talking to people in the fire, and it made sense to consider such things. Ron,
having grown up in the wizarding society, would think of those things before
Harry. It reminded him that he needed to talk to Hermione about a class he'd
seen in her school brochure. After Harry signed a lease, Hermione dragged them
to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions to select dress robes for the Seventh
Year Formal. Ron proudly stated that he already had his robes, and they were
spectacular. Truth be told, Bill had outdone himself and picked out the nicest
robes Harry had seen, not that he'd been to many formal occasions, but there
had been a few. Ron would look good in them.

"Harry,
you�re not even paying attention," said an exasperated Hermione. She was
holding up two dress robes for Harry to see.

"The
blue one is fine," he said, not really looking that closely at the robes.
He didn't particularly care. The one he wanted toce wce with he couldn�t, even
if the man wanted to. Would he want to? Harry looked at his watch,
wondering if Sev has already changed back.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The
Headmaster held the door to his office open for an anxious Severus. He gestured
to a chair and the young Potions Master sat, almost as gracefully as the older
version would have, making the old wizard smile. It was like he'd gone back in
time himself, a happier time.

"Are
you ready to return to your life, Severus?"

"Yes
sir," he said, as he shifted around in the chair.

Albus
smiled again. "Good, I will be performing the charm that will unite your
new memories with your previous memories. When the charm is complete, you will
drink your potion, returning you to your former self� or should I say future
self?" said Albus, with a chuckle. Albus reached into his robes for his
wand. When he looked back up, Severus was drinking the vial of potion.
"Severus, you were supposed to wait for the charm."

Sev
made a face at the horrible taste of the potion. He saw Albus looking slightly
disappointed. He hated that look. "I know I was supposed to wait, but I
had this note from myself when I first got here, and well�" Sev handed
over the note to the Headmaster. All the professors had notes to themselves;
the notes were there as a reassurance to themselves. Albus quickly read the
note.

1.
Don't embarrass yourself.

2.
Lose the potion, you die!

3.
Drink vial before charm.

4.
Avoid McGonagall.

Albus
gave Severus a tired smile, and watched the teen Sev morph back into adult
Severus.

"Welcome
back, Severus," said Albus, the twinkle in his eyes returning. He had
missed the younger man. Younger, but now in his thirties again.

"It's
good to be back Albus," Severus said with a rare smile. He knew that since
it seems like he never left, that he had taken the potion before the charm like
his note had said. He was feeling particularly smug at the moment, thinking to
himself, �I know how this potion works, Albus. I made it. You say the charm;
I have whatever happy holiday memories you contaminated my head with in the
forefront of my mind, along with the emotions that go with them. Doing this
my way, I return in command of my own mind. Then you do the charm and fill in
the fun filled week, as you will surely insist.�

Albus
was only slightly disappointed things hadn't gone exactly as planned. Sure,
Severus had manipulated things so his new memories would not be his highest
priority, but Albus knew the important thoughts and memories would meander
their way to his fullest attention. Yes, the twinkle was back.

"If
you're ready, Severus?"

He
had been standing in front of the Headmaster's desk, his arms folded across his
chest, his thin lips in a smirk. He was now several inches taller than 'Sev',
but a quick wave of his wand lengthened and expanded his robes to accommodate
the form of the now fully-grown man.

Albus
raised his wand when he received a nod, performed the spell, and took a step
back.

Severus
stood in his usual dignified manor. He arms still crossed, smirk in place. The
smirk was the first thing to go, as theorieories began to flood his brain. The
arms were suddenly not held so tight. His right hand reached down to the desk
for balance, while his left hand was held against his temple, his fingers at
weird angles, as if he were riddled with arthritis.

"Would
you like a cup of tea, child?"

Severus'
head snapped up as if he had forgotten the other man was there. He took a deep
breath before pulling on the mask of indifference he wore for the rest of the
world. "No, I need to prepare for classes."

Albus
nodded knowingly. He would be in his office all day, waiting for when his Potions
Master decided to ask the questions that were now forming in his head.

Anyone
who had the misfortune of being in the same corridor as Severus Snape would
feel his wrath. The few that were, practically hugged the wall on the opposite
side to put as much distance as they could between themselves and the Fury that
was the Slytherin Head of House. One naive first year said hello as she passed.
He responded with a growl and punched the next suit of armor he passed.

Minerva
flinched as the clatter of armor spread out across the floor. 'Severus is
back', she said to herself with a smile. She had already had the day to
deal with her own embarrassment at flirting with a few boys over the week. She
was now free to enjoy tormenting Snape for his befriending the prize
Gryffindor. She was aware of the benefits of his friendship with Potter, and
now saw Albus' tactics for what they were, but that wouldn't keep her from
having a little fun with her rival. Every year she and Snape would have bets on
house cups and quidditch games. They were constantly there to harass each
other. It was a mutual relationship with which they were comfortable.

"Welcome
back," said the portrait. Severus grunted and looked at the now bleeding
hand that had destroyed the suit of armor and dented a statue near the entrance
to the dungeons. "No one has passed since you left," the portrait
assured him, and opened when the password was given. He closed his door,
spelled it locked, and locked again. He could not be bothered with a silencing
charm. No Slytherin students had remained for the holiday; no one would come
around to hear. Looking around his rooms, he could see that all was just the
way he left it. Everything was clean and orderly. The house elves had kept the
place dust free. Severus picked up a crystal figurine that decorated his
sitting room. It was a figure of a snake, round at the bottom where the snake
was coiled and up from the middle the head rose with mouth open, fangs at the
ready to make the deadly strike. It had been a gift from a graduating student,
many years back. She was especially good at potions, and had wanted to thank
him for being nice to her. Like Harry, she too saw subtle changes in him during
her seventh year. He looked for a moment at the well-crafted figurine.

"I
am not nice!" he roared before throwing it across the room, taking
pleasure in the sound it made as it smashed against the wall of stone.
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