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Hidden Away	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5936 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I do not make any form of profit or I'd quit my day job.

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Chapter Two – Visiting Syringa Vale

It only took them a couple weeks to prepare their trip to southeastern Scotland and to the only dark night park outside of the United States across the pond. They were surrounded by trees, hills, lochs and the overall beauty that one can only find within nature. They set up the tent and set some wards near the shore of the loch before Harry decided to start sensing for any other spikes of magic in the area. He had found himself sensitive to magic of all types after the Horcrux was removed during the final battle. It was as if the part of the Dark Lord’s soul was sucking away some of his magical potential.

His newly fixed, thus glassless, green eyes moved in every direction as they scoped out the area around the body of water. He noticed on a hill not too far away had a bit of a magical shimmer. He concentrated on it more and pulled out his wand. He quickly cast the revealing spells he had learned when dealing with dismantling wards. He soon saw many different colors from many different people creating a dome over one of the hills. He walked toward the barrier and soon noticed from the feel of the magic that all of the different colored lines had the same familiar underlying aura. They had to each have been casted from an ancestor of the Prince line and his theory regarding genetic magical signature was proving correct. He continued to walk until he reached the barrier and could go no further. He didn’t want to rip into the wards or attempt to flatten something of such a strong magic, but he really wanted to visit and speak with Snape’s last remaining relative. He needed a connection to the man he’d grown to love almost overnight and much too late.

He noticed a shimmer in the mirage of the wards that hid the home, and could see a white castle like manor home with circular towers in the front. Large windows stood out, as well as, the slightly gray accents. He noticed familiar looking bushes, which if it were a few months earlier would’ve been full of delicate purple blooms. He could see fountains with fairies in the gardens, which were filled with red, yellow, white, and pink roses. The grounds and the home looked to be straight from a fairy tale or some other type of fictional book. Perhaps he was staring upon the secret garden belonging to the Princes for however long they lived within the home. He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder and the vision before him quickly retreated. He turned to see the familiar face of Hermione staring at him.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes, Harry. Did you manage to find the location of the home?”

“I did and I have to admit that I was a bit shocked to see that on the edge of the hill it’s flanked with lilacs. Of course, the lovely mauve blooms were missing this late in the season,” he turned to walk away from the home that had captivated him so quickly and started to walk back to their encampment. “It’s a very lovely and bright home, but it seems such a contrast to Snape in general.”

“The lilacs probably fit the theme of the family, did you know they are also known as Prince’s Feather and the name is perfect as well. The Latin or scientific name for them is Syringa vulgaris. I believe that the Prince Manor is aptly named Syringa Vale for the flower named after the family.”

Harry just shook his head as they made it back to camp, “You really are a walking encyclopedia, aren’t you? Then again, what would I do without you?”

She winked before pulling out the cookery needed to make dinner over the open fire, “You’d be nothing without me Harry Potter. I’m sure you’re already quite aware of it though.”

Harry chose to sleep outside the tent after taking one look at the night sky. There wasn’t anything nearby to pollute the night sky. He could see galaxies and nebulas without the aid of a telescope. He was sure the night sky would’ve been similar over Hogwarts if there weren’t as many lanterns and candles lighting up the castle. The sky was never this brilliant back on Private Drive, and he was sure the same could be said in the city of Cokesworth where the home that Snape grew up in was located.

His mind drifted off as he succumbed to sleep. His mind followed the river that brought him to the memories Snape had left him. He once again saw the unkempt and neglected little boy who was excited to find a friend who was magical like him in a muggle town. He enjoyed sharing his knowledge of the wizarding world with her and the lazy summer days. He basked in the happiness of that boy until Harry’s father and godfather showed up to ruin everything. His mind moved passed the disappointed face of the boy when Lilly was sorted into Gryffindor. He woke up in a sweat as he saw the horribly embarrassing display of a trouser-less Snape hanging upside down with his ratty pants on display. He was still quite unkempt and neglected at age 16. Couldn’t his parents have bought him proper undergarments?

He stood and found himself pulled in the direction of the home. He couldn’t help but walk toward the barrier that kept him out earlier. He reached the barrier; he was shocked when it only melted around him and allowed him access to the property grounds. He walked up the long cobblestone path past the wilting Lilac blooms, the elegantly manicured rose garden, and finally he reached the steps to the front door of the ancient home. The door was answered by a smartly dressed house elf, “Master never has visitors. May I ask who’s calling upon Lord Prince at this late of an hour?”

The messy haired wizard nodded his head, “I’m Harry Potter and I arrived earlier but had no way of getting through the wards. I was planning on coming back tomorrow but something drew me back here upon waking and the wards let me through. By chance, is the master of the house still awake? I would like to talk to him about his recently deceased brother, Severus Snape.”

The little creature’s lavender eyes widened, “I shall inform him. Perhaps it’s best if you wait in the foyer.”

Harry nodded and stood ramrod straight as he looked around the tall entry room. The floors were a rich mahogany in color, with gold and white filigree papered walls, and a wooden bench with a gold embroidered cushion stood against the far wall. Shoes were lined neatly below the bench and upon closer look; they had to have belonged to the same individual as they were all the same size. A large fireplace stood on the right hand wall with a large panting hanging above the white marble mantle. He couldn’t help but stare at the moving figures within it. He couldn’t stop himself from approaching the portrait, when he recognized the auburn haired, green-eyed, girl from Snape’s memories. They were in the same field from the memory lying on the grass meadow ground staring up at a tree before the leaves flew away like they were butterflies. An overjoyed smile spread over the dark haired boys face, as he turned to look at the girl next to him. Harry couldn’t help but wonder if the two could speak. He knew that wizard photos didn’t have the ability, but many of the paintings at Hogwarts could.

“Hello, by chance are you Severus and Lily?”

The two sat up on the grass and looked at him. The boy only seemed to scowl at him for interrupting their enjoyment, but the girl answered, “Yes, I am Lily and this is my wizard friend Sev. He was busy telling me about Hogwarts and what it’s like in the Wizarding World.”

Harry pressed his lips together, “How long have you been hanging here?”

The boy spat, “Ever since the person who painted us hung us here. I don’t know who you are, as I have never seen you before, but I will not have you hurting our creator. He’s been so sad lately and surely strangers like you are only here to hurt him more. I don’t trust men because all they do is hurt people and something about you seems familiar.”

Harry shook his head, “I would never hurt your brother Sev, and I’m sure you’ve met some adults that you’ve learned how to trust. Not every adult is retched like Tobias Snape. What about Lily’s parents? I’m sure you’ve met them at some point. I know that my grandparents were long gone when I grew up. I really wish I could’ve met any of my grandparents really, but I guess they died when I was still so young. All I was left with was horrible Aunt Petunia, her husband, and their son.”

“You can’t possibly be talking about Tuney,” the little girl’s matching green eyes widened.

Harry looked down, “I was a year old when you died Lily and raised by them afterward. I saw you a couple of times after you died and I know what a wonderful mother I had. I finally avenged your murderer a couple of months ago, but I lost so many in the process.” He looked over at the little boy, “Professor, I’m sorry that I didn’t save you. I was so blinded by stupidity and when I realized the truth and returned to you, it was too late and you were gone. I love both of you. You’re my mother Lily and even though everyone says I’m a spitting image of my father, it is you I aspire to be like. You were strong, loyal, and brave.” He looked back over at the little boy who started to pout, “You’re the bravest man I know, Severus Snape. Without you I would’ve never succeeded in ending the war. You were always on my side, and you protected me because you loved her. You’ve always loved Lily and that’s probably why your creature painted this and hung it here. It was as a reminder.”

He turned around when he heard someone clear his throat. His eyes widened when he saw an overly handsome man. He had the same coal black eyes as his former professor, but his hair was a wavy chocolate brown instead of the straight black locks of Snape. His skin also held a golden tan from spending time outside, whereas, Snape seemed to spend almost all time in the dungeons of Hogwarts and had the pale complexion for it. “I see Potter that you’ve been conversing with a portrait, when I thought you came here to speak with me.”

Harry cleared his throat and tried to rid his body of the desire overfilling it, “Lord Prince, I’ve come to express my condolences for the death of your brother Severus Snape. He was the bravest man I knew. It took so much for him to play a role of the spy and continue to follow the manipulations of an old man even after his death. I only wish that I could’ve saved him after he was attacked by Nagini, but I wasn’t thinking and went to quickly view his memories and learn the truth. I know I wouldn’t have succeeded if it wasn’t for his behind the scenes guidance, interference, and protection.” He looked down at his hands, “I just wish I could’ve told him that I loved him before he died. I wish I hadn’t been so blind as to miss the growing feelings I had for him.”

“Are you saying that you loved my brother?”

Harry looked up at the familiar but different man, who also looked closer to his own age than Severus’ age, “Yes but I realized my feeling far too late. You look so much like him that it makes my heart hurt. I want to touch you and make sure that you’re not a hallucination. Do you think you could hold me?”

The man didn’t respond other than by pulling a now weeping Harry against his chest. Harry was filled with comfort and warmth. He felt better than he had since the final battle. He felt whole and loved within those arms, “Mmm you feel so good. I’m ready to express my undying love and let you have all of me. You’re aura is just so similar to his and it’s as if that lovely man was holding me. I don’t want to hurt anymore. Please just take me to your bed and have your way with me. Use me however you want, make me forget the pain, please just let me believe that he could’ve loved me in return.”

The man’s voice was but a whisper, “Oh Harry, you tempt me so. You’re so beautiful and innocent. I could never corrupt something so pure.”

“I pale in comparison to the man who stands before me. You have the Roman nose of your brother; however, it doesn’t seem to have the crooked detail. You’re skin glows like it absorbed the golden rays of the sun, which is very unlike your brother who seemed to never walk in the daylight. Perhaps that was something he stopped doing after my mum’s death. I know they enjoyed being outside together when they were children, and he liked to read underneath that tree or he wouldn’t have been there for that terrible event to happen. I don’t think you understand how much I miss him, and how much I wish to tell him. I want to thank him for devoting so much of his time to look after me. He sacrificed so much, and in the end the only reward he was left with was death at the hands of a former master after he was forced to kill the master he truly followed. Please just make me forget, make me feel loved; please just make this huge hole in my chest disappear. So many people died and I just can’t face all the guilt that their deaths were my fault.”

“I think I’ll just put you to bed with a sleeping draught. I’ll then have one of the elves fetch your friend who’s still at the campsite just outside of my wards. I’ll then send a few more to pack up all of your gear and bring it to your rooms. We’ll discuss more tomorrow.” The elegant man moved away from Harry and started walking down a hallway. He muttered, “I guess I’ll be having some unanticipated guests for a while then.”

Harry bit his lip as he followed the man that both reminded him of his greasy haired Potions Professor and of a male model that just made him more randy than when he was in the man’s arms. He was quickly shown to the black and silver decorated bedroom, which had a similar canopy bed to the dorm rooms at Hogwarts. However, it was a king sized and a much dark wood than what was found in Gryffindor tower. The walls were wallpapered silver with several fully filled floor-to-ceiling book shelves in the same ebony wood. The bed hangings were in navy blue with silver pinstripes, which stood out as it was the only color in the room. The bed had silver pinstriped black linens with a few navy and silver pillows.

Harry looked around a bit shocked, “Julianus, this room is wonderfully decorated. I feel like an affluent guest to the Muggle Queen. Did you decorate this room yourself?” The statuesque man before him just raised an elegant eyebrow in a similar manner to the late Professor Snape, “I only asked because I noticed the book shelves. It just seems like something that Snape would do and since you’re his twin brother, I only thought it might have been a way that Professor Snape would’ve decorated a guest room. I managed to visit his childhood home in Cokesworth with his godson and found the house crammed full of books. I did manage to talk Draco into allowing me to pack them all up after I discovered your existence. He agreed with me that the books should go to his remaining blood relative.”

“I’m sure we can discuss Severus’ book collection in the morning. You look like you haven’t slept in the past month. Seriously, you look like the walking dead Potter. Now go to sleep before you turn into a Maurder and that’s a tradition I don’t wish to see reborn.”

Harry quickly spun around to look at the man who was exiting the room but the door was already closed, “How did you know about them?”

No answer ever came and Harry just sighed as he climbed into the most comfortable bed he had ever lied in before. He picked up the potion left on one of the bedside tables and drank it. He soon slipped into a blissful sleep as the draught did its work. Every last worry faded into the background as the blankets enveloped him in a warmth that reminded him of being held by the last Prince.

AN: I know that Harry just threw himself at a stranger; however, I blame it on his fragile emotional state after the war. This will not be a hopping straight into bed fiction, as Julius has far better morals to allow something like that to happen. Plus we may be dealing with two inexperienced individuals.
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