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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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Chapter 36 Rites of Passage

"I thought what you had on under your dress robes for
the Formal was bad, but that's just sacrilegious," complained Ron when
Harry put on a green robe to wear under his red and gold Gryffindor ceremonial
robe.

"Better?" Harry asked, comically holding up the
green robe to expose his red boxers with little gold lions.

Seamus had just finished straightening his hat for the third
time, and glanced over to see Harry holding up his robes.

"Oi, see, that's why I broke up with ya�. Every time I
turn around, you�re pulling up your robes for some bloke," Seamus razzed
him. "Ow!" he yelled when Ron threw a quaffle at him. It was the last
game ball of the season. The whole team had signed it for Ron, who was the key player for Gryffindor's win of the final game. Seamus cursed about his hat being knocked
off, but forgot all about it when he took a closer look at the quaffle.
"Amazing game, that was," he said, reminiscing about winning the
final game, which had resulted in Gryffindor winning the Quidditch Cup. It was
by far the game of Ron's school career.
Harry had surprisingly not caught the snitch, but Gryffindor was so far
up in points that they still won the game against Ravenclaw by ten points.

Ron put the ball in his trunk, ready to go down to the
common room for the last time. He looked in the mirror and sighed. He was red
all over. His orange hair sticking out from the hat was an odd contrast, and
his cheeks were still very pink from their time in the sun the day prior. Harry
snickered. "You know Ron, I think Malfoy was right. Weasels don't
tan," Harry said and ducked.

"It's better than looking like a Christmas elf!"
Ron taunted his best friend. "Does that outfit come with green tights,
too? Pointy shoes?"

"You had to say Christmas, didn't you?" Harry
asked, giving Ron a mock sneer. "Sod it, I'm wearing jeans under
these." Harry pulled off the green robes, throwing them into the trunk in
favor of his muggle clothes.

"You change your clothes more times than most girls,
you damn pouf," Ron continued tormenting Harry. If he didn't, then he may
have to think about it truly being their last time there. He was going to miss
Harry. They would always be friends, but it wasn't the same as having him
sleeping just four feet away every night.

"You're just jealous. When I was outed, hearts were
breaking all over the wizarding world," Harry crooned, flashing his best
Lockhart smile. "All those poor
women having their dreams dashed to bits, when they realized they had no chance
at the Great Lover Who Lived," said Harry, sticking out his chin
haughtily.

"Great Lover my arse," rebuked Ron. "He gets
laid once and thinks he's God's gift to wizards."

"Twice, but I'm hoping to up that number to three after
the Ceremony, maybe four," said Harry raising his brows suggestively. Ron
winced, pulling a twisted face. "Stop that. You look constipated when you
make that face."

"Ew, I will stop when you shut up about that
stuff," Ron said, wincing again.
He enjoyed the banter as long as it didn't get too specific.

"Twice?" questioned a not so confident voice.
"Who?" Neville dared to ask. Harry and Ron's eyes met for a moment,
both knowing that while Neville had come a long way, the knowledge of anyone
having sex with Snape would unhinge the boy. Not that they could have told him,
or anyone, anyway.

"A gentleman never tells," said Harry. His voice
held an edge of humor, but his green eyes revealed his sincerity.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The Great Hall was a sight to see. Banners from all four
houses hung proudly on the walls. The students sat in the seats closest to the
head table, while familmbermbers filled in the rest. Harry hadn't realized what
a difference it would make to see the whole class dressed in their house
colors. It was a festive sight. The muggle parents gazed at the view of the
enchanted ceiling, relieved to see that the inside of the castle was in fact
much nicer than the old broken down place they saw on their arrival. Hermione
explained to her parents excitedly that they would be able to view the castle
after the Ceremony. Now that they had been invited inside, the enchantment to
deter muggles would no longer keep them from seeing the castle in all its
grandeur.

They sat, respectfully and quietly, listening to the
Headmaster share his words of wisdom to the departing class. While he didn't
mention Harry by name, Harry knew that Albus had referred to him several times
during his speech. It had warmed his heart.

Hermione as Head Girl was next, and did very well. By the
time the Head Boy was finished, people were starting to get impatient. He may
have given a fine speech, but Harry didn't know since he had tuned out by that
time. That may have been the case for many of the student population, but they
clapped just as loud as they had for Hermione, probably because they were
thrilled it was over. Everyone wanted to get on with the announcement of the
names, when they would walk up the aisle to be awarded their Certificates
declaring them fully trained wizards.

Special awards were given for outstanding students ranging
from highest grades to most NEWTs awarded. Hermione, top in their class, and
Harry, who fif fifth, were the only Gryffindors amongst the students receiving
accolades; the others were mostly Ravenclaw, and shockingly, one Hufflepuff. Hermione's parents had later commented on
Harry's high marks. Mr. Granger gave him a pat on the back for putting in his
best effort, as a good student should. Hermione gave Harry an apologetic look.
She knew that after Sirius' death, Harry had needed to keep a little more
distance between himself and people. He had needed the space to help him gain
back his sanity, which at the time, felt like it had been dissolving. He had
closed himself off to others during classes, staying out of trouble, and had
spent a lot of time with her, studying.
Harry smiledHermHermione, seeing her embarrassed a little by her parents
commending �a job well done�. He could easily see where she had been motivated
by them to do well at whatever she endeavored.

Their names were called alphabetically, the samethe the
first night they had arrived at Hogwarts, waiting to be Sorted. Friends and
family alike applauded as their Head of House presented certificates to each
student. Professor Minerva McGonagall, proper as always, hair up in a tight
bun, head held up high, gave Harry a proud smile as the students cheered
deafeningly when his name was called. Harry looked at the document bearing his
name in purple ink for a minute before waving to his friends, and smiling for a
picture with his Head of House, as had all the students. Surprised by the
affectionate hug she received from her endearing student, Minerva was grateful
the next few names were not of her house, as she didn't trust her voice.

Ron's name was called near the end, but he received no less
applause than Hannah Abbott, who was called first. Ron's winning the Quidditch
Cup this final year had earned him many praises in the Gryffindor house. Harry
was reminded of Ron's first visit to the Mirror of Erised. He had not made Head
Boy, but Harry didn't think Ron was too upset about that. To have had so many
of his desires accomplished was an amazing feat. He was truly happy for his
friend, but couldn't help being reminded of his own hopes and dreams over his
past years, and of being disappointed time and time again.

He told himself not to get maudlin, and held his head up
high, determined to remain the confident man he'd become despite the last year
of adversity. Telling himself that things were going well with Severus had soothed
him, but fate had not been kind to him in the past, and he'd been thinking that
it was all too good to be true. He went from receiving little to nothing from
Severus by way of attention for months, to suddenly having two intimate
interludes together in any any days. Harry berated himself for questioning good
fortune, and enjoyed the rest of what should be a special day. He now realized
why Dr. Erin had insisted he see her one more time after he finished school,
even though he wasn't required to do so. He understood now why she said it
might be a difficult day for him, though he hadn't at the time. He was at least
grateful he wasn't as emotional as the girls that could be seen dabbing their
eyes with handkerchiefs.

At times, Harry was feeling very alone in the crowd, despite
several students introducing him to parents and siblings. Most of the students
mingled around the room, talking with their families and showing them around.
Some were seeing the castle for the first time, while other parents called to
mind their own time at Hogwarts. Albus was kept busy having his picture taken
with students. With Lucius Malfoy in the room, Harry didn't even chance a
glance at Severus. The Weasley's included Harry as a family member, but he
didn't want to overshadow Ron, and so kept a safe distance at times, then
joined in at others.

Seeing the line letting up a bit, Harry accompanied Hermione
and her parents queuing up for photos with family. He made a goofy face behind
the photographer, making Hermione laugh for the picture. When it was time for
his turn, Harry called Albus over for their photo.

"This is the line for family photos," stated the
impatient photographer. "Pictures with the Headmaster is that line over
there," he said, not bothering to look up fris cis camera.

"Well then, it's a good thing I'm in the right place,
isn't it my boy?" said Albus cordially. The man looked up and realized it
was Harry Potter with the Headmaster, and sputtered an apology to them both.

When he was made Harry�s legal guardianbus bus had tried for
Harry's sake to keep it out of the papers; but when the documents were filed at
the Ministry of Magic, someone at the Records Office had decided to make a fast
galleon by selling the information to The Daily Prophet. It had been a big
story. Most of it was fabricated, since so few knew why Harry was no longer in
the care of the Dursley's. The guesses made by reporters had ranged from the
absurd, saying that Harry had been adopted as part of a grand plan for taking
over the Magical world, to the not so far from the truth stories that Harry had
been in an unfit living situation. One paper even printed an artist rendering
of a broken down shack with rats crawling about. This one Ron was tempted to
mail to the Dursley's, knowing how to freak out HarryAuntAunt Petunia. Since
most of the stories conflicted with each other, the public wasn't sure what to
believe, and it had all passed over before Harry had recovered enough to care.
He had been a long time healing. It was one of the few times Harry had been
grateful for being out of the loop for so long. He'd missed most the news
clippings completely, and the few students whose parents had been Aurors lost
in the battle, had stopped resenting him for it, as he didn�t seem likely to
survive. By the time Harry was well enough to take part in classes again, those
who had wanted a word with him, had realized that their savior was in fact
human, and decided not to speak of that day to him.

Harry may not have chanced a look in Severus� direction, but
Severus was watching him. Spying had its benefits. He knew how to watch Harry
undetected in a busy room full of wound up witches and wizards. He watched
Harry laughing with his friends and politely shaking hands with Neville's
Grandmother, then laughed inwardly as he watched Harry unceremoniously spitting
something into a napkin. Identical redheads, laughing and pointing at the
ill-mannered Boy Who Lived, explained a lot, and Severus reminded himself not
to eat or drink anything from the snack table.

When the families were done with pictures and the former
students had said their final good-byes, trunks were collected from the hall
where the house elves had brought them down during the celebration. The
Weasley's were arranging for transportation for the Grangers to get to the
Burrow for a party they were hosting. Harry turned his head to listen when he
heard Charley speak.

"Hey Bill, looks like Professor Snape is checking you
out," Charley Weasley said, causing Harry, on hearing the comment, to
almost get whiplash at the speed he turned his head. "He's been looking
over here for a while now."

Harry told himself that there would be a perfectly
reasonable explanation if Sev were actually checking out Bill Weasley. Bill was
cool, laid back, and very attractive. Harry liked to think that he also had
those qualities, but had to admit, Bill was older, and suave, and didn't have
the young innocent look Harry still exhibited.

Harry got the impression that the twins wanted to talk to
him about something when they offered to help him move his trunk into his new
place. Ron and Hermione went along with her parents to make the trip to the
Burrow easier. Harry told them he would pop in on them in a while, and they
could all go get his trunk later, but for now he wanted to see a certain
Potions Master. He checked his trunk; to be sure it hadn't been tampered with,
before heading up to his room in Albus' tower to pick up a few things.

It was a serene room, one that he could relax in without a
care in the world. Harry often wondered if it had been enchanted, or if just
being watched over so closely by Albus in the tower was what made him feel so
safe there. Albus had truly taken good care of Harry since that fateful day he
found out that he had been gravely mistaken, thinking Harry was well cared for
by his family. Harry sat on the bed, looking around the sky blue room. The
dresser was decorated with pictures. Some of Harry and Albus on holiday, one of
Harry laughing as Albus excitedly opened a Christmas present. In the picture it
appeared to have been a warm pair of woolen socks, but underneath the wooly
items had been a wealth of muggle sweets.

Harry looked at the picture nostalgically, remembering the
stomachache he had that night from eating a sickening amount of sweets. Just
when Harry thought he'd never eat chocolate again, Albus pulled two small oddly
colored chocolate frogs from his pocket and dropped them in some tea, causing a
stream of bubbles to erupt. When his stomachache settled right down after
drinking the tea as instructed, Harry realized it was some kind of magical
antacid.

"Everyone should eat candy �till they�re sick at least
once in their life," Albus mused. Harry put the picture back down when he
heard the elder wizard at the door.

"Thank you, Albus," he said genuinely.

"You are most welcome, Harry," Albus replied with
a small bow. "I have something for you," he said merrily. On cue, two
house elves arrived at the door carrying a large box with brightly wrapped
paper and an oversized ribbon with bow. "The pensieve I brought to the
Warding was actually a gift from the staff and myself. This is from me. One of
the benefits of being your guardian; I can give you a gift for finishing school
without seeming to favor one student above others."

Harry took the box from the elf struggling with the heavy
package. Harry braced himself, but still flinched with a chuckle when he pulled
the bow open and the wrapping disappeared into a small explosion of confetti
flying in the air. Albus watched with anticipation as a smiling Harry paused to
allow the shreds of paper to rain down upon them.

Harry lifted off the lid to the large box, in awe of its
contents. He was impressed that only two elves had carried the heavy package.
With a little assistance from his guardian, Harry removed the clock from its
box. The large cherry wood clock was made to be wall mounted. It had a
dome-shaped glass covering the face, and several divided areas with words like
'Time for work', 'Time for Bed', and one that even said 'Time to have dinner
with Albus'. Harry read all the different headings, chuckling at a few. In a
small drawer near the bottom of the clock were several more hands that can be
added and a book listing the spells needed to add more headings. Harry laughed,
"I don�t think I'll be putting in the one that says, �Time to milk the
cow'."

"No, but how about one that says �Time to talk to
Severus�," Albus said cryptically. Seconds later, there was a knock on the
door to Albus' office. A smile could be seen above the long white beard.

"Are you going to tell me how you do that before I
leave here today? Call it a parting gift!"

"You are not parting for long, my dear boy, I'll see
you for dinner next week one day at five. We'll eat before your first Order
meeting at seven." He chuckled at Harry's attempt to acquire his secret.

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

Harry carefully let his trunk down to the ground and
apparated inside his new apartment to open a window. George, or was it Fred,
levitated the trunk up to the window where it was pulled safely inside. Harry
headed for the door, to admit the twins. He could hear them bounding up the
steps as he crossed the room. "Come on in," he said, opening the door
as they reached the top of the steps.

"Hey, you're turning into a regular Dumbledore,"
teased Fred, since Harry had opened the door before they could knock.

"Yeah, how did I ever know it would be you,"
deadpanned Harry. "He wouldn't tell me how he does that. Some
guardian," joked Harry. The twins laughed and looked around. Harry watched
them nervously, as they didn't seem to be looking around as much as they were
stalking. He watched them open and look into empty closet doors and such. They
looked at each other without speaking, only eye contact and an occasional
slight nod. Harry remembered Ron saying the twins could have entire
conversations without ever speaking a word.

"Great place you have here," Fred said. George was
heading for the kitchen when Harry warned him not to touch or add items of any
kind, not trusting them not to leave some kind of 'treat' for him to find
later. Fred had the cheek to look affronted. Harry laughed at them.

Harry opened his trunk to reveal a small box with a large
ribbon. When he pulled the ribbon, the box grew in size. The twins watched
curiously as Harry took the clock from the now enlarged box. It was a beautiful
clock. They helped him mount it to a centrally located wall, so it could be
seen easily from the kitchen and living room. Fred looked mischievously at
Harry, and pulled out the instruction book from the small drawer. He whispered
a few words and showed Harry the spell in the book for his approval. Fred's
grin grew wider as Harry took the small book and recited the incantation to add
the heading to the others on the clock's face.

They stepped back and watched as the hand started to move
from its spot and rise up to the new heading at the top where a 12 would be on
a muggle clock, while a small chime sounded. It read, 'Time to party'. The
twins whooped and howled, thrilled that it had worked, and it was indeed time
to party. They were pulling Harry out the door so they could Apparate back to
the Burrow when Harry paused, explaining that he wanted to change his clothes
first and then he would meet them there. After much convincing, they agreed to
leave him in peace to get washed up, making him promise to have many drinks
with them later.

Harry shook his head, laughing at the twin's antics, though
he wasn't yet in the mood to party. He closed and secured the door before
heading into his room to change. Laughing at his stupidity, Harry walked back
to the living room to find his trunk. He had walked into his room, realizing
everything he owned, with the exception of the clock, was still in his trunk.
Grabbing a pair of jeans and a tee, Harry went into the bathroom for a shower.
Now that the twins were gone, his mind went right back to the conversation he�d
had with Albus and Severus. Actually, the Albus part was an overstatement. Dumbledore had made up some lame excuse to
leave, allowing Severus and Harry to talk alone. Harry stepped into his very
own shower and took a few seconds to look at the controls to figure out how to
turn them from cold to hot and from bath to shower. Before long, he had a
decent stream of hot water cascading down over his head, leaving him with
nothing else to think about but Severus' words.

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

Harry and Severus sat in matching chairs across from the
Headmaster's desk, and watched the white haired wizard vanish before their
eyes. Truth be told, it was his fast-talking that left Harry bewildered. Before
he knew it, Albus was leaving his own office on some errand, in what seemed to
be a blatant excuse to leave the two alone for a conversation. Harry wasn�t sure he wanted to have this
discussion, if the look on Severus' face was any way to judge the situation. He
hated to see the mask of indifference that was threatening to take over Sev's
face once again. Sev, it seemed, was working up his courage to speak.

"Harry, at your Warding," Severus paused, choosing
the right words, "When we were alone," he started to say, when Harry
cut him off.

"Does Albus know about that?" Harry sputtered,
thinking that Albus knew what Severus had done in the kitchen, and was mad that
Severus hadn't kept his word about not being physically involved with Harry
before he finished school.

"No, no he doesn't� he may�Oh, that's not what I was
referring to," Severus said, getting flustered. He needed to say this
before he lost his nerve. "In your bedroom, when we were moving the table
together, you asked me if I was still mad at you." Severus waited for
Harry's affirmation that he knew what he was talking about, then continued when
the young man nodded. "I had been upset to find you asleep, knowing that
you were to stay awake so that I wouldn�t bleed to death from the injury
inflicted on me by the Dark Lord." A choking sound, covered up by a snort
and exaggerated snore alerted them to the �sleeping� portraits around the walls
of the Headmaster�s office. "Perhaps we should take this into a more
private room," Severus suggested, and headed to a door Harry forgot anyone
else could see. They entered the small hall that led to Albus� private rooms,
where the extra rooms for Severus and Harry were. Severus had been referring to
his own room, and was surprised to see Harry slip into the room just before his
own. Severus followed him in, Harry sat on his bed, and Severus sat in a chair
near the foot of the bed.

"I knew you were upset about me falling asleep, but I
figured you would eventually figure out that you had been healed, so I didn't
give it much thought. I wanted to ask Albus if maybe our roots had been from
the same family tree, but he was being very vague about me healing you and said
that I should speak to you about it. I guess I haven't had a chance before
now." Harry took a deep breath, realizing he'd said all that in one.
"I was really expecting you to be angrier at me about lighting the fire in
your private rooms, considering the consequences." Harry started
apologizing again for that, when Sev cut him off with a wave of his hand.

"Consider yourself lucky for the timing. You won't get
away with such a lack of common sense in the future," Severus said with a
growl. "Had I not been completely stunned by the information of you
healing me, I probably wouldn't have let you off that easy. I had truly
believed that Albus was the only person who could heal me, and I was taken
aback when I found out you had done that for me."

Harry remained silent, waiting for Severus to continue. He
was being so serious; Harry was anxious to find out why it was such a big deal.
What was it that made him different from anyone else, as if he needed to have
any more abilities most wizards didn�t have. At least, Albus could do it. That
eased his fears of again having some freak ability due to his link to
Voldemort. Remembering Albus had healed him the time before, Harry asked,
"Had anyone else tried healing you the first time this happened? What
makes me so special?"

"Maybe because you realized the evil git Potions Master
was only part of who I am, and bothered to look further."

"I guess, but that's because I care about you. But what
does that have to do with my question?"

"Everything," Severus stated simply. Harry bit on
the corner of his bottom lip, not understanding at all. Severus nodded as if he
had finished some internal conversation with himself and had come to a
decision. "When I was younger, the first time," he motioned to his
heart where the slash had been across his skin, "I was devastated that the
person I thought for sure could heal me, did not posses the ability, and then
my own father could not help me. I knew he was a cold and brutal man, but I
thought that at least, being his son�" Severus trailed off, thinking
despondently. His own father had not loved him. "I was shocked to find
that Albus could do it. I assumed there was no one else."

"If you thought no one could help, and you were a Death
Eater," Harry said carefully. "How, I mean." Harry didn't know
the right words to use. He hated that he couldn't articulate his thoughts as
well as Severus, although admittedly, Sev wasn't faring that well himself this
afternoon. "Did you go to Albus to be healed because he was the most
powerful? Why, then, were you surprised? I don't understand. Sorry." Harry
said apologetically.

"I didn't go to Albus to be healed, at least not
physically. I came to the realization that I was going to die and no one I had
surrounded myself with cared about me, except for what I could do for him or
her. I wanted to come clean, as a last effort to do something good with my
life. I went to see the one person I had felt bad about disappointing."

"Albus," Harry slipped. He had not intended to
interrupt him. Severus nodded.

"I told Albus everything I could think of that might
that might help the side of Light, and begged Albus to forgive me. When I
finished cleansing my soul as best I could, I found myself on the floor sobbing
into a white beard, asking Albus what he would do with my body, as I had no
intention of being buried with the Snapes." Severus couldn't look Harry in
the eyes, or he would have seen the sorrow and unshed tears threatening to well
up further in the green pools. "Albus told me that all was not lost, and
that I could still redeem myself if I truly wanted to help. If I hadn't
believed him then, I was convinced when he placed his wand over my heart and
spoke a simple healing spell, closing the wound immediately."

"It took a lot of courage to go see Dumbledore like
that," said Harry quietly.

"No Harry, it hardly takes any when you think you're
going to die. It takes courage to say things and live with the consequences. I
never expected to live. It was then that I became a spy for the Light," and
prayed for redemption.

"Is that why Albus trusts you?"
asked Harry. Severus looked up sharply. "I didn't mean, I mean there are
many reasons for him to trust you, but," Harry floundered. Then took a
deep breath. "I always knew, even when I was eleven, that Professor
Dumbledore implicitly trusted you, and I always wondered specifically why that
was. What had made him so sure?" he said, hoping that explained his
thoughts.

"I understand, and no, that's
not why he trusts me. He knew I didn�t expect to be healed and wasn't going to
trust me just because I felt a pang of guilt for all the horrid things I'd done
with my life up to that point." Severus shook his head to clear it.
"We are entirely off the subject of this conversation." Severus knew
he had allowed the conversation to flow off topic as a means of procrastination. "I have an unfair advantage in this
relationship, and Albus wants me to come clean. I, myself, am not ready for
this conversation." He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb
and middle finger.

"Voldemort had planned on
showing me I had no one but him, and should be grateful for him allowing me to
serve him. The hex was spoken as his dagger dragged through my chest to ensure
the �learning experience�, as he called it. He certainly hadn't expected me to
be healed." After all this time speaking, Severus finally looked over to
Harry, and locked eyes with him. "Albus had to love me to heal me."

Harry's eyes widened, but he didn't
speak. He wanted to be sure that he fully understood, and was carefully
thinking it through. 'Albus could do it because he loved him; his own father
couldn't. He had mentioned someone else, a possible lover. No, obviously lover
wasn't the best title for whoever that was.' Harry thought about all this,
and then it hit him. 'I healed him. I love Sev?' Harry rubbed his face
in his hands. If he was honest, he didn�t know for sure what it was he felt. 'Was
this what love feels like? It had to be. That was the unfair advantage Sev
had mentioned. He knew I loved him even before I did.' Realization hit.
Harry stood up, surprising Severus, who was waiting for Harry's reaction to the
information, watching the gears turn and various emotions ghost across Harry's
features.

"You found out that I healed�love you, and your
reaction was anger?" he couldn't hide the hurt he felt. He started to back
away from Severus, stepping toward the door, but bumped into the dresser,
knocking over several pictures, gasping when the glass broke on one of the
frames. He held the frame tightly as if support from Albus would flow through
the picture and protect him. Severus looked stunned, unable to speak. He had
been angry to find out Harry loved him, but couldn�t explain to the younger man
why, not without revealing things about himself that he wasn't ready to reveal.
Severus reached for Harry's arm, trying to prevent his escape, although he had
no idea what he was going to say in order to convince him to stay. He watched
as the black and white photo was turning red, and realized that pulling on
Harry's arm had caused him to cut himself on the broken glass.

Severus pulled out his wand with the intention of healing
his cut, but Harry shook his head and stepped back, further out of Severus'
reach. He would not allow Severus to
heal him. The implications of the gesture were not lost on Severus. He
certainly never gave Harry any indication that he loved him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

As the water in Harry's shower began to cool down, he knew
it was time to take his pruned body from the steamy bathroom. He was unsure if
he was in any state to go to a party. Anger arose within him, as he decided
that Severus was not going to ruin this day for him. It was a special day to
celebrate, and he was going to party. He would think more on it tomorrow. It
would be a nice accessory to the hangover he planned on having in the morning.

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Death Eater Takes a Holiday

Chapter 36 Rites of Passage