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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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Note to rubberduck (a great reviewer) Glad you like. :) I do hate to disapoint you, but there will be sex. ;) Hope you can still stand the story. :p

Chapter 40 Memories and
Revelations I

Harry gave a contented sigh, as he felt the wall press
against him. A steady pressure of hard body pressing him against said wall kept
him balanced as Sev claimed his mouth. Harry gasped for breath and moaned when
the forceful tongue that had dominated the kiss redirected its attention to his
neck. In between kisses to Harry's neck, Sev spoke. At first, Harry enjoyed
listening the sound of his voice between licks and bites to his neck, but then
he realized Severus had been commenting on his inability to be discreet. He
vaguely heard something about a randy teen with one thing on his mind.
"You had a question about your training? My arse you did," said
Severus, while squeezing said arse. Harry moaned and thrust his hip into Sev's,
wishing they had much less clothes on.

"Lot you know, I did have a question," he said,
and began nibbling Sev's neck. "I would have asked earlier, but I didn't
want to worry the Weasley's," said Harry, regretting the words as soon as
they left his mouth. Severus took a small step back, allowing a better view of
Harry's face, waiting for the question, but Harry had other things on his mind
now. "It can wait. Come on, more kissing and less questions." Harry
leaned closer to Sev, trying to catch his lips once more. The attempt was
futile; Severus wanted to know what would worry his friends, and he wanted to
know now. Harry gave up, surprising him with his question. "Do you trust
the man at the apothecary?"

"Yes," Severus said without hesitation.

"Would that trust include the weirdo clerk?"

"Mr. Jiggers doesn't have a clerk."

"Oh."

Severus had several questions now. Harry's eyes darted
around the room as he tried to remember all the details of the visit to the
apothecary, and what the clerk looked like. His fingers moved on his hands, as
if checking off details in his mind. When Severus could no longer stand waiting
for Harry to figure it all out in his head, he insisted on all the details.
Harry explained about the clerk following them around the shop, annoyingly
continuing to ask if they needed any assistance, and then showed Severus the
vial of supposed headache cure, with the now red label.

Severus explained that Jiggers used a different color system
than himself, but he was familiar with it, nevertheless. Severus held the vial
up to the light, checking the color of the liquid and its viscosity. He waved
his wand over the vial, and recited a spell Harry had never heard before.
"The vial is spelled to alert someone if the seal is broken. Whoever it is
that gave you this, wanted to know exactly if and when you took the
potion."

"I did like you said and tried to be as alert as
possible, but it's hard to tell if Mr. Jiggers is acting normal or not. He's
been odd to Ron and me for a while now."

"He's keeping an eye on you both because you tried to
buy an illegal painkiller," said Severus, referring to the time they tried
to replace the potion they had used during sex.

"So, when people buy a lot of that painkiller, Jiggers
thinks they�re junkies, or maybe having a lot of sex?" Harry said with a
laugh. Severus glared. Harry laughed harder. "I need to brew more of the
painkiller, maybe I should make extra," he said with a wink.

"No, you should not. Even if we were to� and we will
not be tonight," he said, earning an annoyed look from Harry. "We
would not be using a pain potion. If one is properly prepared, a pain potion is
unnecessary and dangerous. A person could be harmed and not know it until the
potion wore off." Severus was practically in lecture mode, but added
seductively, "Without the numbing sensation, your every nerve ending is
stimulated."

"I hate you." Harry now had a hard-on, and knew
Severus was not going to give in to having sex with him, not tonight.

"You love me," he said with a smirk. "Now,
let�s figure out what this is." Severus held the vial in one hand and made
a hole in the glass at the bottom, pouring it into a vial he saw in the sink.
He explained, �The spell on the vial was placed only on the wax seal, and not
the glass itself. After examining the liquid and using a revealer charm, I
deduced the potion was in fact a headache cure, but was also infused with a
strong calming drought. It wouldn�t hurt you to ingest, but you'd be vulnerable
to attack while under the influence of the potion."

"Why pick something so� I don't know, so unpredictable?
I could have this stuff sitting in my storage for a long time, for all they
know."

"How hard would it be to give you a headache?" he
asked. Not hard, obviously, Harry realized.

"Do you think they're going to do something soon?"
he asked, watching Severus' expression; but it gave away nothing.

"I don't know. The Dark Lord is working on a few
things, but I don't think he's ready with any of them yet. It could be they are
�testing the waters�, so to speak." Severus took out a small pouch from a
pocket deep inside his robe and refilled the vial with a pain potion mixed with
a stimulant similar to Pepper-up. It would take away pain and keep Harry as
alert as possible. "Keep this with you. I've spelled it to alert myself as
well as whoever sealed the vial, when it is opened."

"Why open it at all? Wouldn't that be inviting them to
attack me?"

"No. If you�re in a public place, and you suddenly have
a headache that you can't explain, it's your warning that an attack may be
imminent, whether you take the potion or not. At least with the potion, you
will be pain-free and alert to take on whatever it is they have planned,"
explained Severus. Harry nodded his understanding. "Remember something.
You live very close to Hogwarts. If you are fleeing, don't come here, where no
one is present to help you. Go to Hogwarts. You will be protected once inside,
and the Wards will alert Albus and the staff if Death Eaters are using dark
magic on the grounds. They can contact the Ministry for assistance, if need
be." Severus watched Harry getting deeper and deeper in thought. He didn't
want to panic him, but he needed to be prepared.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, Severus asked, "Why
is it that you are buying a simple headache potion that I know you can brew
easily? You're dating a Potions Master for heavens sake. It's
disgraceful."

Harry watched as Sev's lips curled. "Dating? Is that
what this is?" he asked comically. "It's more like Potions class with
snogging breaks. Please tell me there's more to dating," like sex,
he left unsaid.

"I do hope you're not expecting handholding in the
park," said Sev, amused.

"You mean we're not?" he asked in mock offence. No
picnics on the grass? No walks, hand in hand?"

"If memory serves me, the last time you went to a park,
you were attacked by Dementors."

"Good point. I�d just as soon stay home," said
Harry. He was hoping to spend a little more intimate time with Sev, but he
still had a potion to brew. Severus also seemed to be checking out the new
potions equipment. He looked around the kitchen at the potions supplies Harry
had purchased earlier in the day. He flicked his finger at the new cauldron,
making a 'plink' sound. He knew by the date, that Harry would be due to make a
new pain potion. It was already getting late, and the brewing time was lengthy.
Taking a pouch out of a pocket in his robe, he said,

"I could assist you in brewing your potion, but�"
Sev said twirling a blue vial in his hand. "I could give you a potion I
have already brewed, and you could better spend your time telling me why you so
desperately don't want Kieran to see the fight between you Mr. Mr. Nott and his
associates."

Harry paled. Severus waved his wand in an attempt to locate
alcohol, but was disappointed to find his wand only pointed to the icebox, with
several bottles of butterbeer inside. "Sorry, I've not done a lot of
shopping yet," Harry said apologetically. Sooner than he expected, they
were on the sofa, butterbeer in hand. "Dr. Erin's been pushing me to have
this talk with you for a while," said Harry with a sigh. Severus raised an
eyebrow. "Dr. Erin Kirkland, she's my�" Harry began to explain, but
was cut off.

"I know Erin," said Severus, causing Harry to
wonder if he had seen her as a patient. Sev continued. "Her husband's
death was quite a blow to the Order." He thought for a moment about what
Harry had said. Erin had suggested Harry talk to Sev. How much did she know?
He knew she could be trusted, but he was a private man. "She said you
should speak with me? She knows about our relationship?" he asked calmly.

"Not everything," Harry said with a shrug. "I
don't know why she thinks we need to have this conversation. I gave in and told
Ron and Hermione about what happened during the fight. We talked for a while,
and Dr. Erin and I went over more than I to to think about," he said
with a roll of his eyes. "I'm not freaked out by it on a regular basis.
Why does she think I have to do this with you?"

"You may be coping fine, and while your friends may
have a sympathetic ear, they won't be doing anything physically to stir up bad
memories again for you." Severus
sipped his butterbeer, wishing it were a good stiff drink. He waited for Harry
to fully understand what he was alluding to. It was remarkably obvious when it
did click in for the young man.

"Because when they touch me, it's not as personal as
when you�" he looked up, taken aback. "You already know."
Harry's breathing changed slightly. He didn�t know how it even took him this
long to realize that Severus had been talking like he'd known all along.
"How long have you known? Is this why you don't � we don't�?"

"Calm down, Harry," he said in a soothing tone,
and turned to face Harry on the sofa, when he found a sharp box annoyingly
jutting into his thigh. Ignoring it for a moment, he did his best to calm the
distressed man at his side. "I questioned Mr. Nott about the attack. I
don't think he had planned on telling me, but�" Severus' voice became low
and quiet, yet threatening. "I can be very persuasive." Harry
shuddered. "I believe he is convinced it would be against his better
judgment to discuss that particular evening to anyone else. His detentions
were, �shall we say, nostalgic, for Argus Filch."

Harry remembered Filch always talking about the good old
days when punishments were a proper deterrent for rule breakers. 'I miss the
screamin'. Harry had heard him say a few times over the years in school. He
and Ron had certainly had enough detentions to hear Filch�s ramblings. Harry
understood now that Severus had made sure Nott's punishments were to fit the
crime. It was almost amusing, but not at the moment.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" asked Severus
calmly.

Harry took deep breath, releasing it with a sigh. "There
isn't that much to tell, really." Harry paused and realized Severus was
squeezing his hand. It was more a comfort than he would have expected. "We
fought for a while, he was practically deranged by the time the others were
gone." As Harry spoke Severus wasn't sure what he meant when he said the
others were gone, but didn't want to interrupt. "I was pinned by Nott and
a few different binding spells, when he was screaming about his Father, and me
not being so bloody special as 'The Savior' should be. I don't know if he was
madder about his father being sent to Azkaban, or about the fact that I was
just an average wizard, not worthy of all the fame. He was determined to show
me that I was helpless, and he could do whatever he wanted," he explained
fairly calmly.

"What was it he wanted to do?" Severus gently
coaxed him to continue.

"I don't even think he knew what he wanted to do. He
just touched me clumsily, and seemed unsure of what he was going to do to me
next. I just wanted to scream." Harry brought his eyes up to meet Severus.
"I could never be reminded of Nott by your touch. That's why Dr. Erin
thinks I should tell you, but your movements are always sinuous and deliberate,
nothing like his." Harry sighed, as Severus pushed a stray hair behind his
ear, caressing his face.

With his hand still embracing the side of Harry's face, Sev
pulled him close. Their cheeks pressed together, they held each other in an
embrace. Harry leaned into the touch and shivered as he heard 'the voice'
whispering in his ear. Warm breath washed over him, but he heard no words, only
the soothing voice sending him into sweet oblivion. He didn't notice for a
while what Severus was saying, until he thought he heard a small laugh, and
some words about his house losing points.

Severus pulled on the small box that was digging into his
leg; surprised to see it was a pensieve box. He didn�t think Harry had had a
vision since he moved here. Albus would have mentioned it. The box was labeled
'Death Eaters attack Quidditch players'. From the look on Harry's face, he knew
what was in the box, but wanted to confirm that. "Is this Nott?" he
asked. Harry nodded. "If the attack isn't still upsetting you, why is it
in a pensieve?" Severus was concerned that Harry wasn't telling him
something. He knew some doctors had their patients use pensieves for disturbing
memories.

Harry desperately wanted Sev to know he was not as screwed
up as the box suggested. "It's in there for me to view, and to keep an
accurate memory; to keep me from deluding the facts in my mind. It's not there
because I'm hiding from it. I'm supposed to look at it, but I just haven't had
time yet," Harry said very quickly, then took a deep breath. "She
thinks I'll probably be surprised by how well Ron and I did against the other three.
I guess she's right."

"I had been wondering myself, how the two of you pulled
that off that day. I didn't realize you were so proficient without a
wand," said Severus, impressed.

"My cousin was a boxing champion in his school."

"Did you two spar together often?" Sev asked, but
was surprised by Harry's sudden snort of laughter. Stupid question he
realized.

"Spar?" Harry laughed. "No, I was usually
able to outrun the bastard, but once it was no longer safe for me to leave the
house too often, it was hard to avoid him. It was Sirius that taught me and Ron
to fight." Harry picked up the 'brain box'. "I thought about Sirius
when we were fighting in the locker room that day. I was thinking he would have
been proud we were kicking their arse, and they were armed," he
said with a grin. Harry looked at Sev, then back at the box again. "Do you
want to see it?" he asked contemplatively. He held out the box in his open
hand.

Severus eyed the box and looked back into Harry's eyes. He
did want to see it, but would never have asked to see something so personal.
Did Harry really want him to view it? Was it to show how well he had done in
the fight, or was it Harry's way of showing him what Nott had done, and get
past it? "Are you certain?" he asked tentatively.

"I think so. We don't need one more thing between us,
making this harder," Harry said in a tired voice. It had been a really
long day. He had offered for Severus to see it, but hadn't thought it through;
it was getting late. Severus offered to enlarge to viewing area, so that they
could view it together, but Harry declined. He would watch it again another
night. Severus moved to get comfortable, as Harry tapped the circle on the box
with his wand. "Slime-ball."

Severus chose not to comment on Harry's choice of password,
or the fact that Harry was now getting comfortable lying on the sofa, with his
head on Sev's lap. "Comfy?" OK, a small comment.

"Mm-hmm. When this is done, I'd really like to put this
behind us. I mean, unless you have a question after viewing this, Id rather not
discuss it anymore."

Severus understood. Looking down, he could see a tanned hand
on his thigh, next to Harry's face. He was feeling incredibly protective at the
moment, and rubbed Harry's shoulder as he watched the swirl of shimmering
liquid begin to form a picture. Occasionally, Harry could almost tell which
part Severus was watching, as the hand rubbing his arm stopped. At one point,
the rubbing was a gentle squeeze that turned to a tight squeeze. A sleepy moan
of displeasure alerted Severus of his forceful grip, and he let up. It had taken a while for him to view the
whole fight up to the end in Albus' office. Sev could tell Harry had fallen
asleep, or he would have noticed how tense Sev had become by the end of the
memory. Now he wasn't sure if Nott had had enough punishment. Seeing someone
touching his Harry in such a way infuriated him. In his fuming, Severus almost
hadn't noticed the liquid didn't return to black as he had expected. A new
picture was now forming. There was another memory in the box.

Certainly Harry knew what was in the box, and would have
mentioned if he didn't want him to view it. He ran a hand through Harry's hair
and looked down into the box once again. Maybe this memory was related to the
attack.

Severus found himself in a grassy place. It was a park where
children played. Severus looked for him, knowing Harry had to be in the memory,
but didn't see him anywhere. A woman sat on a bench, watching two children play
in a sandbox. One had blond hair, the other dark brown. The blond child looked
to be a few years older. Another child soon joined the boys, as the mothers
exchanged pleasantries. "This little angel is my Dudley,� the woman said,
lovingly patting the blond child on the head. "He'll be five next
month."

Severus knew he'd heard Harry mention the name Dudley, and
realized who he was looking at when the small child shook a pile of sand out of
his hair, and revealed a lightening shaped scar. It was Harry as a child. He
was so small and quiet. He hadn't even made a sound when his cousin dumped sand
on his head. "�Oh, that's my nephew, he's also five. Now, Didums, play
nice with your new friend. Would sweetie like some juice?" asked Mrs.
Dursley, poking a small straw in a juice box.

"I have an extra if your nephew would like some,"
offered the woman, seeing Mrs. Dursley hadn't offered any to the other child.
Harry smiled at the woman and put out his hand.

"No, thank you," Petunia said sweetly. "He's
diabetic," she added quickly as an explanation. Harry pulled his hand back
when he noticed the scowl on his aunt's face. "You remember where the
water is," she said pointing at a drinking fountain off in the distance.

Harry left the sandbox and trekked over to the fountain. It
had taken him a while, since he had stopped to look at various things along the
way. By the time he was there, his tiny hands were full of small stones, and
acorns and such. After several attempts to press the �on� button with a hand
full of stones, Harry was relieved to get a helping hand. A grubby looking hand
covered his, and pressed the button. Harry thanked the man, and drank his fill.
The man continued to hold his hand once he had finished.

"Is that your brother?" asked the grimy looking
man. Harry shook his head no, and looked over to his cousin and aunt, hoping
she would call him back over now. He didn't like the man holding his hand, but
didn't quite know what to do about that. "He wasn't being very nice to
you. I wouldn't be mean to you," the man said. Harry didn't respond. He
watched as the man knelt beside him. The man had on an oversized pair of shorts
that enabled him to reveal himself easily. "Do you want to touch it?"
the man asked. Harry remained silent, but vigorously shook his head �no�. His small eyes widened as the man continued
to hold his hand and stroked himself with the other. "It's oou dou don't
have to touch, you can just watch."

Harry watched the man with uncertainty. He hated that his
own shorts were also very oversized, as the man suggested that he show his,
too, and had offered to help him get it out. He didn't know what he was going
to do if the man tried to touch him. He worriedly looked down at his own really
big shorts again, but the man suddenly stopped touching himself and Harry's
hand when a large, beefy man approached them. Harry's uncle Vernon had arrived
to pick them up at the park.

"Get in the car, boy," he snarled, and eyed the
filthy man with disgust. As Harry walked quickly to catch up with his aunt and
cousin, the shimmering silvery liquid swirled the picture out of focus.

Severus sealed the box of memories with his wand, and placed
it on the table as best he could without disturbing the young man in his lap.
It was all he could do, to not throw the box across the room. Severus was
seething. He wanted nothing less than to grab that man and strangle him with
his bare hands. He looked down again at Harry, wanting to hold him in his arms
forever, protecting him from harm. It was late. Severus stood up, disturbing
Harry as little as possible, and began taking off his socks, leaving them in
the trainers Harry had left on the floor. Sev scooped up the slumbering Harry
and carried him off to the bedroom.
Harry sighed, contentedly clinging to Sev. He was vaguely aware of his
clothes being transfigured to bedclothes.

"Sleep well, love. I will stay with you forever if it
means I can be there to protect you from the evils in our lives,"
whispered Sev as he tucked him in. Harry turned over and opened his eyes
slightly.

"Hmm? �hear you, you�re saying?" came a sleepy
voice with jumbled words.

"It was nothing, go to sleep."

"Not taking points again are you?" Harry asked
humorously, and only slightly more awake. Sev didn't answer, but Harry was sure
he felt a wave of magic pass over him. Come morning, he would find that Sev now
had him sleeping in Slytherin pajamas.

~ * ~

It was half way through the training session when Albus had
arrived in the building, as Sev had mentioned he would. He sat in a chair he
transfigured from a hay bale, as Harry faced off with Severus. Kieran
transfigured a piece of straw into a smooth stick and threw it at the unarmed
men.

"Catch, Snape. Harry, he has a wand, get it from
him," were the directions yelled by Kieran on the sidelines. Severus
caught the fake wand and was promptly tackled to the ground. Albus watched on
delightedly. Kieran eyed the two with interest. Harry was doing a fair job, but
what had Kieran's attention, was the fact that Harry didn�t hold back in ways
others had. Many of the trainees before Harry had also had Snape for a
professor, but weren't so quick to throw themselves bodily at him. There had
been exceptions for a few that had wrestling experience, but this was different
somehow. Kieran had a good eye; he wanted to figure out his new puzzle.

When it became clear that Harry would not be taking the wand
from Severus today, Albus conjured a tray of sandwiches for the men, and they
took a break. Harry eyed the sandwiches warily, and didn't take a bite until
Severus assured him it was safe to eat. Albus spoke with Harry about his
friends and how excited Ron was about starting the Auror training soon. Harry
mentioned a game they played at the Ministry as a way of getting to know each
other. He had been laughing, because it was lame, and he was glad Kieran and
Severus didn't do those things. The twinkle in Albus' eyes was the first
indication of his mistake. Harry cringed when Severus glared at him.

"I think that's a wonderful idea, Harry," said
Albus cheerfully. "Here are some papers and quills. I think I remember how
the game goes. You all write down a question you would like to ask, and place
it face down in front of the person you want to ask. When it's your turn, pick
up a question from your pile and answer it honestly. The others try to guess if
it was their question by your answer alone. Everyone understand?"

Kieran wore and evil grin and started writing questions.
"This is going to be fun, Snape." Before long, Severus and Kieran had
several questions in front of each other, each more embarrassing than the next.
They occasionally remembered to write a question or two for Harry. Albus
watched on in amusement as the last of the papers was placed on a pile.

"I'm afraid I have a meeting to attend, and cannot
stay," said Albus. His chair returned to a hay bale, as he stood to leave.
"I think, before I leave, we should mix things up a bit." With a wave
of his wand all the papers in front of the three men swirled in the air,
getting all mixed up, and floated down to a single pile. "Good day,
gentlemen," Albus waved cheerfully, and left with a 'pop'. The three men
now looked at the pile of papers, knowing they had planned the questions for
specific people.

"You go first, Harry," said
Kieran, as Severus mumbled something about manipulative old codgers.

Harry picked up the first paper. "My scar," he
answered. Severus narrowed his eyes, but didn�t comment.

"That was my question for Snape. 'What is your most
prominent feature?' Right?" asked Kieran. Harry shook his head no, and
read the card.

"What feature did you change with concealing
charms?" Harry read, pushing his hair behind his ear, touching the scar on
his neck briefly as if checking to feel if it was not concealed.

"I think we all know the answer to both those
questions," Severus said, brushing his thumb across the point of his nose.
Harry couldn�t help but snicker. "I believe it's your turn, Kieran."

Kieran laughed and read the paper aloud instead of the
answer. "Why did the witch hit you with her handbag last week?"

Severus grinned, and sat back waiting for the answer. Harry,
amused, waited also.

"She hit me because I� mind you I was drunk at the
time. I offered to heal her sore throat. How was I to know she always talked
like that? I'd heard better sound from reptiles." Kieran picked the next paper and held it
out. "Here you go, Snape."

Severus laughed. "Tripe," he answered. Kieran
looked dejected not having gotten a good question on Snape.

"Damn, that was my question for Harry, 'What food do
you hate the most?'"

Harry muttered the word �spinach�, as he read the next card.
He paused before answering the unexpected question. "Quirrell."

"Most Hated Professor," Kieran and Snape said
almost simultaneously. Laughing that they had asked the same question.

Harry shook his head faintly. "Who was your first
kill?" Harry read in an even tone.

"I hadn't meant that question for you," Severus
said softly. "Kieran and I were about twelve, and we had been trying to
kill bugs, when Kieran accidentally cursed his pet frog," explained
Severus. Harry looked at them incredulously.

"Oi, it's true, cried for an hour, I did," Kieran
reminisced. "Herman was a good frog. Had 'imself a better sounding croak
than that old hag in the bar last week," he said, getting the others to
laugh.

The three agreed they had had enough questions, and went
back to training. They continued sparring for a while until they were
exhausted, then discussed hexes they wanted Harry to learn.

Harry learned many new spells, curses, and hexes over the
next few weeks. Having to study for training and his new class on Wizarding
Culture and Traditions, Harry had been very busy. Ron had started Auror
training and Hermione spent a lot of time with her family before heading off to
her next school. Harry did spend time with Severus, but it was getting to be a
sore subject for him, even though he had no one he could talk to about it.

Severus seemed to always spend time with Harry when he had a
time limit. Either he had a meeting with Albus, or a potion to brew back at the
castle. For some reason or another they never had very much time all at once
together. Just enough for quick little rendezvous, where sometimes one or both
of them would get off, but almost never in a bed. Harry was sure Severus had
been doing it to avoid them from getting too close to having sex. Harry was at
his wit�s end. Part of him wanted to tell Sev he knew what he was up to, and to
please just stay with him longer, and he wouldn't pressure him, but other times
he just wanted to scream 'Fuck Me, Already!'

It was the morning after his first vision in his new place.
Harry felt like crap. The vision was not of any consequence that he could
figure. Voldemort was mad that something hadn't been getting done fast enough,
and punished the Death Eater that had enraged him. It was hardly worth the
effort of having Hedwig deliver the 'brain box' containing the memory, but he
did as instructed and sent it to Albus with a small note.

Harry looked at the disheveled bed sheets around him, and
noted the sun was further up then he expected. He was late. Severus had told
him in the beginning not to be late. He could remember it had something to do
with Kieran getting bored, but that was about all he could remember. Skipping a
shower, Harry threw on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt before disapparating.

Harry doubled over in pain as he apparated into the stable
where Kieran was waiting to pounce on the next person to enter the building.

"You're late," Kieran taunted, and knocked Harry
over again as he attempted to stand from the first blow to his gut. "Did
you know that every time you apparate in here, you land on the very same
spot?" he said, taking another shot at Harry, but missed. Kieran was
surprised when Harry unexpectedly punched him in the jaw. "Ha! There you
go! Fight back!" he yelled encouragingly, and punched him in the arm.
"You have to think about what you do. Don't apparate to the exact spot
each time. I know they teach you to do that so you have a safe place to pop
into at home, without landing on people, but you have to think about who is
watching you. Don�t be predictable."

"Where is Snape?" asked Harry, while he swung and
missed. Kieran took advantage of his over-balance and swiped his feet out from
under him. Harry soon found himself pinned expertly by the Scot.

"He's at a meeting with Albus." Kieran's eyes
narrowed. "You never call him Snape."

"Yeah, well, I've had a bad day." Having woken up
to the Cruciatus curse via a vision will do that. Kieran continued to sit on
Harry's chest. He took out his wand and traced Harry'sr, tr, turning it purple.
He then gave Harry a big curly mustache in blue. "Will you get the fuck
off of me?" Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Language! You are
having a bad day. I think, if you want me the fuck off, you had better �get me
the fuck off�" provoked Kieran, pulling Harry into a scarf hold. Harry
struggled and flipped his legs all the way over twisting them around, but
Kieran held his grip. As they continued to struggle, Kieran turned Harry over,
and pulled his tee over his head, trapping his arms and head together,
"Give up?" As he asked, he couldn't help but notice an interesting
scar on Harry's back. Three identical spots on his lower back, they were about
an inch apart. He had seen that scar. The man he had seen on Snape's bed had
the same scar. Kieran let go of Harry, regardless of the younger man not having
given up yet.

Harry sat up and pulled his shirt back on. They sat in
silence for a minute until Kieran asked about the scar. Harry explained he had
fallen backward on a garden tool. It was a small three-prong rake used for
weeding and stuff. Kieran protested that most people would easily jerk their
bodies away before such an object would puncture the skin. It wasn�t a sharp
tool. But he was forced to concede, as Harry explained his portly cousin had
fallen on top of him at the time.

"Your hair was longer," Kieran said cryptically.

"What? Longer when?"

"Around the time you finished Hogwarts. Your hair was
'bout double that length."

"Yeah, I grew it to hide my scar at the Formal, but I
got sick of it and cut it off." He tilted his head in thought. "How
did you know?"

"You had long hair, the morning I saw you in Snape's
bed."

Harry inhaled sharply. "I, um, he didn't know I was
there. I mean, he didn't know I had been in his bed until you told him,"
stammered Harry.

Kieran enjoyed watching Harry. He was used to Severus, so
the change of pace with someone who showed so much expression was entertainment
at its� best. He crossed his arms and sat back, grinning, waiting for him to
continue.

Harry took a deep breath to calm down, thinking carefully
about his words. If he wasn't careful, he could say things he shouldn't.

"I was helping Severus do a few things, killing time
before Albus woke up. I thought it was stupid to wait �till morning, Albus
would have seen him any time of night. When Sev ran off to see Albus, he didn't
even realize that I'd already helped out and he didn't even need to see Albus.
Next thing I knew, a house elf sent along orders for me to get cleaned up, and
get out." Harry shrugged. "I was waiting for the elf to come back
when I lit the fire," explained Harry. He hadn't taken into consideration
that Kieran already knew about Snape's injury, and why Albus could heal it.
Kieran would have healed Snape himself, but his friend would not allow it. He
wouldn't allow a chance to be disappointed.

"You healed him?" Kieran asked incredulously.
Harry's mouth hung open. "Snape would never �av allowed it. I�d have done
it myself."

"You know about that?� Harry asked nervously, and then
realized what the man had said. "You? Are you and Severus�?"

"No! I coulda� healed him. Snape and me go as far back
as little kids playin' while our mums drank tea. I'm not into blokes."

Harry couldn't hide the relief in his face. He could see
that Kieran was hurt, for not having a chance to heal Severus himself, when
Harry had. "He didn't know I healed him, he was asleep at the time."

Kieran was almost as surprised to hear that Snape had fallen
asleep with Harry in the room. It was unlike him to trust someone enough to
allow himself to sleep. Harry loving him did explain a few things. Apparently
things were not well in paradise, considering Harry's mood today. Kieran would
have to mix things up a bit, and have fun with Snape.

Kieran, like Snape, was extremely aware of his surroundings.
He could tell from a few subtle sounds and a flux in the wards, that someone
was walking the perimeter of the building. He wasn't positive it was Snape
until the back door opened, then closed almost silently. Harry hadn't noticed
anything. Kieran suddenly had a thought.
"You spend a fair bit of time at the Weasley's, no? Maybe you can
settle a bet for me."

"A bet between you and Severus?" asked Harry.
Kieran raised an eyebrow. "He's been paying a lot of attention to them
recently." explained Harry. Kieran nodded. Severus, who was still in the
shadows, was surprised to find Harry had noticed his interest in his friend's
family. "What do you want to know?" he asked suspiciously.

"Someone had overheard Arthur Weasley mention that one
of his seven children was gay. I had my money on Percy. Snape thought it�"
Kieran was cut off by a smooth voice coming from the shadows.

"Snape thought it was inappropriate to discus this with
Harry." He sneered at Kieran.

"It's Charlie," Harry said flatly. Severus noted he spoke with certainty.

"Charlie?" Kieran asked in disbelief. Are you
sure? This isn't just something you heard his little brother say
off-hand?" Kieran looked at Harry, to see his cheeks had tinged pink.
"Oh! Now we're getting somewhere! Spill it, boy," Kieran said
excitedly. Severus looked as if to protest, but Kieran took advantage of his
new-found information on Harry and his feelings for Severus. "Ah, Snape,
what do you care if he's willing to tell us?" Kieran said, slapping Harry
on the shoulder. Harry was chuckling, and wondering how this would affect him.
Sev had calmed down when he saw that Harry wasn't looking worried about sharing
whatever it was that convinced him of Charlie's sexuality.

Severus took a second look at Harry, noticing his purple
scar and blue mustache. "I see you were late," he said nonchalantly.
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