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Mirror, mirror on the wall	By : Daran Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 2967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Severus sighed
heavily as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. There it
was again. Last week he had found a grey hair from his raven
black mane. After that there had been more. Now he spotted one,
two, three new ones. His gaze moved from his hair to his face,
and it didn’t make him any happier. Year after year the
lines in his face became deeper and made him look constantly
bitter. Between his eyes were two deep lines, like ravines and he
had pouches under his eyes. The sallow skin on his face had
started to sag, and he firmly refused to think about the other
parts in his body that had started to sag.

“Ugly old
bastard,” Severus growled in a low voice and threw a hateful
glance to the mirror.

“What are you
muttering there?” Severus started and turned sharply around.
Minerva McGonagall was standing in the doorway, looking at him
suspiciously. Severus almost blushed in embarrassment. He had
totally forgotten that he had been staring in the mirror in the
staff room instead of his own bathroom.

“Nothing,”
Severus said shortly and glared at the Headmistress.

“We have a staff
meeting in fifteen minutes in the Great Hall. We are interviewing
the applicants for Charms and DADA teachers next year,”
Minerva informed him. Severus shrugged.

“I’m not
interested.”

“Don’t you want
be choosing your colleagues? You are one of the oldest members of
the staff here, your opinion has very much value,” Minerva
tried. Severus gritted his teeth. Thanks for reminding me of
my age!

“I don’t care.
As long as you’re not replacing me in Potions or taking
Lockhart to teach anything at all, I couldn’t care less. I’m
not going t like them anyway,” Severus said dryly. Minerva
huffed annoyed.

“Well suit yourself
then, Severus. But remember that I will hear no complaints from
you!” Minerva declared.

“Just don’t
take Lockhart,” Severus said. Minerva turned around and
walked stiffly away. Severus threw one more hateful glare in the
mirror and then stalked to his Potions lab.

Later that evening
Severus came from the dungeons to the Great Hall for dinner. He
sat down next to Minerva and started eating.

“Don’t you want
to know who we chose?” Minerva asked him.

“Not particularly,
no,” Severus answered and put half a potato in his mouth.

“I’m going to
tell you anyway,” Minerva said and Severus rolled his eyes.

“How I’m not
surprised,” Severus said dryly after he had swallowed.

“In Charms we will
have Olivia Umber,” Minerva told.

“Never heard,”
Severus said.

“And the DADA
teacher will be Harry Potter!” Minerva beamed, but Severus
turned to look at her his eyes wide.

“What?”

“You heard me, Harry
Potter will return to Hogwarts,” Minerva exclaimed.

“But he’s just
a kid!” Severus exclaimed back.

“He is well past his
thirties now, Severus. You were younger when you started,”
Minerva reminded him. But Severus didn’t listen to her
anymore. Harry Potter was coming back. He was going to teach in
Hogwarts. Severus would have to see him every day. Suddenly he
realized he wasn’t hungry anymore.

The day the students
arrived, Severus walked down to the Great Hall for a breakfast.
He sighed deeply, when he thought that starting tomorrow the hall
would be full of students. Severus didn’t like most of his
students. They were brats.

“Professor Snape.”
Snape turned around when he heard his name called close behind
him. His heart missed a beat and he had to fight not to let his
mouth drop. There in front of him stood Harry Potter, looking
drop dead gorgeous. He had matured, but he still had boyish look
in his green eyes and his hair was still that messy crow’s
nest that had always made Severus’s hands itch to smooth it
down. He was smiling and Severus had to swallow before he could
speak.

“Mr. Potter. So you
have finally returned to Hogwarts,” Severus said haughtily.
Harry’s smile didn’t fade, obviously he had been
expecting Severus still treat him like a student.

“Yeah. I’m,
glad to see that you’re still teaching here. It’s nice
to meet you again,” Harry said and held out his hand.
Severus slowly took the hand and grasped it. The handshake lasted
a bit longer than it was appropriate and when Harry slid his hand
away, he did it in almost caressing way. Severus stared at him
his eyes wide, not believing it was happening. Harry smiled
mysteriously and then he winked. He winked! Harry went to the
table sat down to eat. Severus followed him and sat down one
chair from him. He glanced quickly at the boy, no not the boy,
his fellow Professor. Had Harry really been flirting with him?

**

It was late, and Severus
was going to bed. It had been long day. Forced to sit to watch
the sorting, that he had seen million times before. He didn’t
really care in what houses the students were sorted. He would get
to know his Slytherins and the rest he didn’t really want to
know at all. He had, however, noted, that third generation of
redheaded Weasleys had arrived Hogwarts. Tall girl named Emily
Weasley had been sorted to Gryffindor, and so had the shorter boy
(Severus had already forgotten his name). He wouldn’t have
really paid attention to them, unless Harry, who had seated next
to him, had whispered in his ear.

“That’s Ron and
Hermione’s eldest child, Emily. I’m her godfather,”
Harry had whispered and waved his hand to the girl. “The boy
next to her is Bill and Fleur’s son.” Harry had
mentioned the boy’s name too, but Severus had been too
distracted by the warm breath tickling his ear to pay really
attention.

A soft knock on his door
made Severus start from his thoughts. Frowning he went to open
it. Who would come to him this late?

“Sorry that I
disturb you so late. Can I come in?” Harry asked. Severus
stepped aside.

“Please do,”
Severus said. Suddenly he wasn’t sleepy at all. Harry came
in, and Severus saw that he had a bottle of wine in one hand and
two glasses in another. “Wine, Potter?”

“Yeah. It’s
been so long since we last meet, I thought we could have a little
chat. And please call me Harry,” Harry said. Severus raised
his eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. It was odd to see
Harry acting like an adult. He was very confident and very
charming.

Harry opened the bottle
and poured the red wine in both glasses. Then he took them and
offered another to Severus. Severus took it.

“What shall we toast
to?” Severus asked smiling a bit.

“How about happy
reunion?” Harry asked impishly. Severus smiled again.

“To the happy
reunion,” Severus declared and sipped his wine. Harry did
the same and then they looked at each other in the eyes for a
while. Harry broke the silence.

“Severus… There
is a reason I came to Hogwarts,” Harry started. Severus didn’t
say anything but looked at Harry intensively. “When I left
Hogwarts, I hated you to the guts. Now that I had killed
Voldemort, you were on my Most Hated-list number one. It didn’t
matter that I knew you had been on our side, I still hated you.”

“That was quite
understandable. I didn’t treat you very kindly,”
Severus said dryly.

“No, you certainly
didn’t,” Harry chuckled. “But people grow up, and
so did I. It took me ten years to forgive you for everything you
had done, but finally I realized, that I didn’t hate you
anymore. After that, it took me five years to accept, that I
actually have feelings for you. Feelings, that were quite the
opposite. “

“And what made you
think that I might return your feelings? I, who had tortured you
for seven years?” Severus asked. His question was not
hostile, more like conversational.

“When we last met, I
sensed something in you. Something that bothered me for the next
fifteen years. And this morning… The look you gave to me
when you saw me, it spoke louder than thousand words,” Harry
spoke now in a steady low voice and he was gazing in Severus’s
eyes. “I came to Hogwarts to see, if we could be civil to
each other. But why I’m here in your rooms now… I came
to see if we could be more than just civil.”

“I guess we have to
find out, then,” Severus said. He was very excited, but
tried to stay calm. Harry put down his glass.

“May I kiss you?”
Harry asked. Severus smiled. Harry had said it like he had asked
if Severus would like to have some tea. Severus put his glass
down too.

“Of course you can,”
Severus said softly. Harry came closer and put his hands gently
behind Severus’s neck. Then he slowly pulled Severus for a
kiss.

It was slow, long and
beautiful kiss. When Harry finally pulled away, he kept his hands
on Severus’s neck and pressed his forehead against Severus’s.

“This feels so
right,” Harry murmured.

“It does,”
Severus agreed, inhaling the warm scent that was Harry. Then
Harry raised his head and moved his hands to caress Severus’s
face.

“But now I have to
go. I’ve got loads of things to do before tomorrow,”
Harry said regretfully.

“So you really didn’t
come here to chat over wine, did you?” Severus asked amused.

“No,” Harry
confessed. “I really planned to come tomorrow night, but I
couldn’t wait to speak to you… I had to see you.”

“I don’t mind,”
Severus murmured. Then he pulled Harry back to a kiss. “I
don’t mind if you stayed here all night.” Harry
chuckled softly.

“I’d love to,
but I really need to go. Otherwise I’ll make a fool of
myself in front on the students tomorrow,” Harry said.
“I’ll come here first thing in the morning. We’ll
go to breakfast together.”

“Alright,”
Severus agreed. Reluctantly he let Harry go. Harry waved to him
from the door, then opened it and slipped out.

Severus sighed, a sigh
mixture of loss and happiness. He walked back to his bathroom. He
glanced at his reflection in the mirror and was amazed. His eyes
glowed and his pallid skin was flushed. His bitter expression had
softened and he looked way much younger. He grinned and winked to
his mirror-twin. Maybe he wasn’t so sad, old bastard after
all.
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