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Death Eater takes
a Holiday

Author: Lee Lee Potter

LeeLeePotter@Optonline.net

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters.
I make no money. I'll give them back when I'm done.

Category: Romance, Action, a little Humor and Angst
tossed in for flavor.

Pairing: Harry/Severus with references to
Ron/Hermione

Rating:
to NC-17, varies by chapter. To be safe, regard as NC-17

Summary: Albus spells a few Order members back to
their seventh year age, and sends them to spend time at Hogwarts for a holiday.
The Headmaster's intent is for them to learn that Harry is indeed mature for
his age, so that he will be accepted as a full member. What will happen when
Severus returns from his time as a teen, to find he has spent the better part
of the week entwined with a certain Gryffindor? And, how do their lives change
afterwards?

Feedback: While not necessary, it is greatly
appreciated.

Special Thanks to my Beta: Xikum

Chapter 46 Meet
Joe Black* (No relation to Sirius)

In a warm, comfortable office, Harry shifted in the chair he
had been sitting in for the last forty-five minutes. Across from him, sat Dr.
Erin Harkin, his shrink. Despite the
relatively brief time, it had felt like a long session; they had discussed many
topics. Dr. Harkin listened patiently as they moved from topic to topic, hoping
Harry would find the strength to say why he was really there. She would wait just a little longer before
pushing her patient.

"I killed a man," said Harry flatly. He did not
show emotion, nor did he seem to be hiding his feelings.

"How did you feel afterwards?"

"Guilty, I guess."

"Do you?" she asked in surprised curiosity. Guilt
wasn�t the impression she was getting from him.

"No, actually. That's just it. I don't feel bad about
it, and I guess I thought I should."

"What you�re saying is, you feel guilty for not feeling
guilty."

"Yeah. I feel bad. I don't have the right to take a
life, even though all this will eventually lead to killing 'him'� we hope,"
he added, referring to Voldemort.

"If you could do it all over, would you have done
things differently?"

"No."

"No guilt?" she asked, making no judgment.

"Not really. One less Death Eater might mean one or
more fewer victims later. I can't save everybody, and I've learned not to feel
guilty when bad things happen. I know I can't blame myself for things Death
Eaters do, but I would blame myself for letting one get away when I could have
done something to prevent it." Harry paused for a moment to think it
through. "My intent wasn't to kill, but as high up off the ground as we
were, any spell stopping the Death Eater would have resulted in his
death."

Around this time, Harry remembered that he'd been told later
that one of the Death Eaters he'd gotten off his broom didn't fall to his
death, but that Albus had prevented it and had taken the dark wizard in for
interrogation. Did that mean they only needed one DE for questioning and didn't
bother to save the other from falling? It could have been they were too worried
about Harry falling from the roof to bother with the other at the time. Harry
decided it wasn't worth the effort to figure it out.

No, he didn't really feel that guilty.

"Harry?"

Harry realized he'd been distracted, thinking about the attack.
"Sorry, fogging," he said apologetically.

"It's been a long session. Would it be OK if I
recap?" she asked, receiving a nod from her patient.

"Your summer is almost over, and you�re not sure what
impact that will have on your relationship with Severus." After a nod from
Harry, she continued, "As you said earlier, you have plans that will be
keeping you busier during the day, and while summer was a great way to warm up
to being in a relationship, you have a healthy attitude for the inevitable
changes ahead once Severus is teaching again."

Erin looked up from her notes to see if Harry was still
agreeing with her assessments from this meeting. "You've hit your first
obstacle in dealing with your partner�s responsibilities, and while you still
have to work some of it out, I think you're on the right track. All in all, it
seems to me that you are managing quwellwell. May I ask you a question?"

"Of course," said Harry amiably.

"Did Albus push you into this appointment?"

"No, I didn't mention to anyone that I was coming to
see you today."

Erin smiled warmly. "What say you tell me why you're
really here today? Hm? What's bothering you, Harry?"

Harry pursed his lips, mad at himself. He took a deep
breath, letting it out with a defeated sigh.

"I had a flashback," he admitted.

Dr. Erin gave him a warm, understanding smile.

"It was in the Infirmary, right in front of Sev,"
he said miserably. "One day he's going to realize I'm a nutcase, and he's
going to figure I'm not worth all this."

"You don't really believe that, do you," said
Erin, more of a comment than a question.

He shrugged. "No, I don't really, but even though I
know it's not true, I still think about it sometimes. He hasn't brought it up.
I guess he's waiting for me to say something. I like that about our
relationship, neither one of us pushes the other to share things that we'd
rather were left alone. I don't think he's going to let this one go, though. If
I don�t talk to him soon, he'll probably bring it up. Ron said I scared him.

"Do you understand that it hasn�t really been that long
since the attack on Privet Drive, and it's perfectly normal for you to
occasionally have a flashback?"

Harry merely nodded, not looking up at her. Back when he was
first getting better, and having flashbacks less and less, Harry used to judge
his mental stability by how often he was having them. If he were going through
a particularly bad time, they would happen more frequently. But now it had been
so long that he'd believed he was past them, despite that he'd been told it was
normal to have flashbacks sporadically, especially if there was a significant
trigger.

"I know you look at this as a failure of some kind, but
let me reassure you. By most standards you are way ahead of what any doctor
would expect of you, in terms of metal health. You're a strong-willed
individual, and in my opinion, dealing quite well with the issues at
hand." Erin paused, waiting for his eyes to meet hers. "Stop beating
yourself up," she said with a smile.

Harry bit his lip and gave her a weak smile that grew when
he saw Erin grinning at him. "Thank you," he said, resigned to the
fact that he was being a prat and couldn't expect that his past would never
haunt him a little.

"You're welcome. Now I would tell you to get going so I
could see patients that actually need my help, but I don�t want to discourage
you from coming to see me when you need to talk," she said with a smirk.
Harry laughed, and said his goodbyes.

____________________

Down in the dungeons, one Severus Snape cleaned up his
workstation, having completed ash bsh batch of pain relieving potion. Harry had
had good intentions of brewing it himself, but more often than not he found
that when he had a few extra hours to brew it, Severus would distract him for
more pleasurable activities.

Satisfied, his work done, Sev headed to his private rooms
for a shower. Once in the offensively well-lit bathroom, Sev stopped to
scrutinize his reflection. He prodded his hair, making a big clump separate
into two greasy sections. His lips thinned with disgust, then turned his
attention to his robes. Albus had given him new work robes last year, but this
one was worn and comfortable, with pockets in just the right places. Mostly it
was the one he used when he was experimenting, or for days when he was alone
and could brew all day on a project or many little ones such as replacing the
stores for the Infirmary. It was the same horrid robe Harry had seen him w
in
in the Great Hall, that evening when he'd shown up for dinner and caught him
unaware.

After having spelled the robe clean for three or more days,
he conceded that it was time to allow the house elves to take it with the other
laundry to be washed. Severus cast a spell to remove any dangerous ingredients
that may have stuck on the fabric. Lord knows he didn't want a reoccurrence of
the last time when a house elf turned green from contamination. Apparently a
painful experience, if the squealing was anything to go by. He chortled at the
memory. A wizard has to have some fun. And Dumbledore hadn�t thought it funny
at all. No twinkle in those blue eyes, that time. Severus' evil grin turned to
surprise as he checked his pockets and found a pair of green satin bikinis. He
had totally forgotten about them.

Severus� mind wandered to that afternoon he'd seen Harry in
his black quidditch robes for the first time. He'd been concerned for a moment
that he'd beeo roo rough when he slammed Harry against the wall for a bruising
kiss, but was spurred on by the feeling of Harry's cock springing to life
during the onslaught. Severus rubbed the satin fabric between his fingers,
remembering when he'd spelled them from Harry's body and had pocketed them. He
could hardly believe they'd been in his pocket ever since.

Having stripped, Severus took a long, hot shower. After
scrubbing his hair several times, he washed out the green bikinis and hung them
over the shower door and began to lather up his nearly hairless body.
Unconsciously, he found himself gazing up at the green satins, water dripping
out of them down the side of the glass door. His strong hand with long fingers
leisurely stroked his rising member. A memory of Harry splayed out across his
desk as he pounded into him replayed in Sev's mind and the leisurely pace he
had set was no longer enough as his need for release increased. Panting, and
now fisting his cock feverishly, Severus didn't even register the feeling of
cold tile against is skin as he leaned against the wall for support. With a
shudder he released his seed; then watched thoughtfully as it mixed with the
water flowing down the drain.

His hair, once again clean, now had a healthy shine. Dressed
in fresh robes, Severus headed into town where he would buy Harry a gift for
his birthday. Coincidentally, Ron and Hermione had a similar idea and were
roaming about town, trying to think up a good gift for their friend. It was
Hermione that spotted Severus leaving the apothecary. She tugged on Ron's
sleeve to look over.

"He looks good," she remarked. Ron refused to
respond on the grounds that he did not check out men. Hermione ignored
the derogatory sound Ron had made and continued to give her opinion aloud, if
for nothing else than to tease Ron. "His hair must be freshly washed, it
flows around his head like his robes do when he walks in that commanding way
that he does."

Ron made a point of looking into the window of the store
they were passing. He wouldn't give his girlfriend the satisfaction of getting
insulted. Not much, anyway.

"Very nice, is that a new shirt?" she asked. Ron
was about to spout off at her 'why the hell should he know if Snape got a new
shirt� when he was shocked to hear an answer in a deep voice not far from where
he was standing.

"Thank you, it
is," answered Severus, and kept himself from smirking at the startled look
on Weasley's face. Ron had been so busy ignoring Hermione that he'd not
realized Snape had walked in their direction.

"Hi," Ron said, acknowledging Snape, and feeling
like a prat for not managing something a little more intelligent to say.

"Mr. Weasley," Severus greeted Ron with a nod and
what could be construed as a pleasant expression. He wasn't scowling, anyway.

"We're shopping for Harry's birthday present,"
Hermione said, hoping to ease the tension between Ron and, well, mostly just
Ron. He was still a little distressed, knowing that Snape had seen his naked
bits. Thankfully for all involved, things lightened up. Ron realized as his
girlfriend and Snape continued their conversation, they had been using each
other's first names. It was the first time he'd wished he had been around that
night Harry had Hermione over for a movie and snack fest. It was strange to see
Hermione conversing with this man so comfortably, but he decided he would try
to get over his embarrassment and wasn't about to be left out. Harry was still
his best friend after all. It occurred to Ron that his own thoughts had
distracted him to the point that he wasn't sure w the the conversation had
gotten.

During his brief chat with Hermione, Severus checked out the
surrounding area to be sure there was no one of consequence to see him speaking
with 'Harry Potter's best friends�. He then noticed a snake in the pet store
window where Ron's attention had been earlier when he'd first approached them.

"Were you thinkabouabout getting him a snake?"
asked Severus.

"No," laughed Ron. "Harry's already been
given at least three snakes over the years," he explained. "He keeps
them for about a week or two, then they always talk him into letting them
go." Ron snorted at the memory. "I think one is still terrorizing
Privet Drive."

Severus couldn�t hold back the small laugh, shocking both
Ron and himself.

"We, um, we're having a small party for Harry on
Saturday, maybe you'd like to come?" Ron said, hardly believing he'd just
invited Severus Snape to the Burrow.

"Mr. & Mrs. Weasley were going to have Harry over
for dinner, and then later we were all going to meet at the Three Broomsticks
with our friends, but considering the recent events, we cancelled the party at
the pub," explained Hermione.

Severus accepted the invitation politely, and continued on
his shopping. He didn't want to speak to them for too long. It would risk them
being seen, and more importantly, risk he and Ron being together too long for
comfort�s sake. He had to give the redhead a little credit; he'd been polite,
and appeared to be making an effort, and was gracious enough to invite him to
Harry's party. It did make sense, given that Harry had matured as much as he
did. Surely Ron couldn't spend most his waking minutes with Harry while in
school and not grow up a bit himself.

An hour later Severus stepped out of Quality Quidditch
Supplies with a new set of blaciddiidditch robes to replace the ones he'd
shredded by sending Harry through the window. With a brisk pace he left with
his packages to go and meet Kieran. He had a kidnapping to do.

______________

Harry sat on his sofa, relaxing in front of the TV. He'd
refused Fred's offer to test out their latest work for the third time in the
last hour. He guarded his butterbeer with his life, preventing anything from
being placed into it.

"You would think that by my allowing you this
lab," Harry said gesturing to his living room. "That you would
exclude me from the torture of being a test subject."

"Now Harry, what would be the fun in that?" asked
George with a conniving grin. "Looks like you'ot sot some mail,
mate," he said, noticing a black bird at the window. It didn't look like a
crow, but was too small to be a hawk. Harry carefully took the letter, and
watched the bird take off instantly. With a quick revealer, Harry disarmed the
letter. It had been a trap of sorts with a potion that would spray out and
cause him to fall unconscious. With the parchment disarmed, Harry looked to see
if there was a message inside.

Our Dearest Fawkes,

The letter began. Harry knew instantly it was from Severus
and Kieran. Fawkes was the name they used for him in the training book, and
also when they were out and wanted to refer to Harry without using his name.

Fred and George looked on, anxiously waiting to see what was
going on. "Do you want us to get help or something?" asked George
when he realized Harry had taken a spell off the letter.

"No, it's alright, but you had better leave. I think
I'm about to make up for the classes I missed with Snape."

Fred and George had been told of Harry's training; they
wasted no time clearing out. They doused the fire under the cauldron and flooed
home. Harry quickly read the rest of the note.

Did you think you would skip out of a few training sessions
lounging around the Infirmary and not have to make them up? We think not.

CONSTANT VIGILANCE!!

Harry wasted no time. He quickly spelled closed the
curtains, preventing any view into the apartment. He sped to the bedroom to
check on Hedwig, and as luck was with him, she was already out. Thinking only
Sev could apparate in, and he would probably do so near a window or door to let
Kieran in right away, Harry hid near the door, waiting for his opportunity. He
leapt out at the man when he heard the telltale sound of Severus apparating in.
Sev shielded the hex Harry sent to him and went for the door handle, only to be
zapped by the knob. Harry laughed as he darted away when he saw Sev get the
shock he'd put on the door.

Zap or not, Severus gripped the knob and opened the door,
and now it was two against one. The three battled, using a myriad of spells,
hexes, curses and physical attacks. Harry launched himself from the sofa,
avoiding a curse from Kieran, only to land in the waiting arms of Severus. Harry
panted, catching his breath as Sev pinned him against the wall. Above Harry's
head was the clock from Albus. Kieran walked over next to the other two and
looked up at the clock. At that moment some clicking could be heard, and as one
of the hands moved up to the top, a chime sounded. Kieran let out a triumphant
roar. Sev released Harry, and saw that the clock had declared it was 'Time To
Party'.

_______________

"Let me get this straight. You two want to take me out
for my birthday, and I have to drink that vile substance, why?" asked
Harry log dog down at a glass full of glutinous sage green fluid that was
currently bubbling, making him nauseous just to look at.

"Neither of us can be seen out with you. We have
reputations to uphold, you know," mocked Kieran. "Come on, drink up,
this will make you look like someone else, and we can all celebrate your
birthday proper."

"Who am I supposed to look like?" asked Harry,
looking disdainfully at the Polyjuice potion in Severus' hand.

"Joe," was Kieran's vague answer. "Joe's an
old friend of mine who promised not to go out tonight."

"What does Joe look like?" Harry asked hesitantly,
not trusting the man at the moment. He had a look in his eye Harry didn't like.
He knew he could trust Sev, but was at least going to ask all the questions he
could.

"Hm. Joe's a bit taller than you, dark hair, shoulder
length, bit of a moustache," explained Kieran. At this point Severus
snorted and Harry was about to protest, when Kieran was holding up the potion.
"Come on, we're going out and you're coming with us. Besides, this isn't
so bad," he said attempting to sound convincing.

"Doesn't taste bad?" laughed Harry. "Who are
you kidding? Polyjuice has to be the vilest potion I've ever
tasted." Harry closed his mouth with a snap when he realized what he'd
said. Severus looked at him, amused. Giving up, Harry took the offensive potion
and drank it down. He closed his eyes, and swallowed hard, in attempt to quell
the urge to vomit.

Kieran handed Harry a black bag he'd brought in.
"You'll need to change. I borrowed these clothes that will fit you."

Harry took the bag and ran for the loo, unsure if he'd
manage to keep the disgusting potion down. A loud scream was heard, and Severus
and Kieran burst out in gales of laughter.

Harry stormed out in a rage. "JOE!?" bellowed
Harry.

"Joanne, actually," replied Kieran with a grin.
"And cover them up; she'd kill me if she thought I'd seen 'er
breasts."

When Severus gained reasonable control and stopped laughing,
he convinced Harry it wasn't too bad a way for them to go out, explaining no
one would pick a fight with him as 'Joanne', and others would pay little
attention to them.

Harry resigned himself as Joanne and went to get dressed. He
was grateful the robes weren't too frilly and could pass as wizard's robes,
considering robes looked a lot like dresses anyway. Harry really did prefer
muggle clothes. He just wished Joanne didn't have the slight mustache, and
'what was she, 40 years old?' Adjusting his bra with a grimace, Harry was ready
to go.

Just outside the pub, Kieran raised his wand at Harry. Harry
recognized the spell as a Glamoure, but wasn't exactly sure what he'd done.
Harry reached into his pocket for a silver flask of Polyjuice potion and
checked his reflection. "Do you think red's my color?" he asked,
noting the lipstick he now wore. "Don't worry Sev, I'll try not to get any
on your collar," he teased.

Severus scowled at him, mumbling that 'Joanne' would not
have been his first choice. Harry decided he would have some fun with Kieran
for sure. Can you say 'payback'?

Harry allowed the two wizards to lead him to a table not far
from the rear of the pub. It was then that Harry noticed Severus' attire for
the first time. He had not noticed what the man was wearing while he was under
attack. Severus had on a loose fitting robe; it was unlike the ones he wore
when teaching. His shirt was purple, but looked almost black it was so deep in
color.

"Nice shirt," Harry complimented.

"Hermione thought so," said Sev without explanation,
and then sipped his drink. Harry smirked, he'd find out eventually.

Kieran held up his glass. "To Fawkes," he toasted
with a clank of his glass against the other two. "What is he 16? 17?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "18, thank you very much, though
I don't look a day over forty," said Harry, again looking at his/her
reflection in the flask, and rubbed lipstick off his teeth. "Speaking of
Fawkes, how many more pages does he have left in that book of yours?"
Harry was essentially asking how much more training he had left. Sessions had
been during hours when Sev would soon be teaching.

"The book is fine for the others, but Fawkes, while far
exceeding the ability of others before him, will continue to add pages to his
book until there is no longer a need." Severus locked eyes with Harry. He
understood that Sev meant they would keep training him until Voldemort was
defeated.

"You mean until he can no longer be kidnapped by two
crazed wizards," teased Harry. After that they stayed away from any
conversation regarding Harry, Fawkes or otherwise. Kieran and Severus laughed
about things Harry didn't understand and occasionally they would let him in on
the joke. Most of which apparently were funnier had you actually been there the
first time. It was harder than Harry expected when he realized that a forty-ish
or so woman didn't usually talk about the same things an eighteen year old male
would.

At one point Kieran teased him on his inability to sit like
a lady, and Harry retaliated by flirting with him for the next hour,
successfully sending away any real women Kieran had tried to talk to. He knew
he wasn't managing the female thing very well, but didn't realize how bad he'd
been at it until he tried to use the loo. He'd paused just long enough at the
two doors for the barmaid to pull him aside.

"What's your name, sweetie?" she asked in a nice,
but commanding voice.

clasclass=MsoNormal>

"Joe," he answered quickly, and proud he
remembered the name, but then realized what he s &qu "Anne, Jo-Anne,"
he stuttered, blaming the drink for his error.

"Nice try, Joe," she said with a raised brow.
"First time cross-dressing? Or is it a prank?"

"Neither, really," he wasn't sure what to say. The
barmaid watched two women leave the ladies� room and poked her head in,
checking to see if it was clear.

"OK, it's empty. I'll watch the door, but only this
once," she said with a wink.

When Harry finished, he made sure to drink more Polyjuice
from his flask before opening the door to leave. Before he managed to reenter
the pub, the barmaid guided him back in the ladies� room and locked the door.
Harry had a hand on his wand before she finished the spell. He realized he
could have spelled the door himself; why was she there?

"Look sweetie, if you're going to pull this off, you
really need to sit like a lady, and fix up a bit," she said with a smile.
"What, did you pull this robe out of the laundry bag before you put it
on?" she asked. Harry laughed. Kieran had the robe in a rucksack before
throwing it at him.

She rolled her eyes and spelled the robes into smooth lines
with a flare at bot bottom, wrinkles gone. Harry flinched away for only a
moment when she reached under the collar of the robe, pulling out the strap of
his bra, adjusting it. That was when Harry realized one breast had been higher than
the other. "Um, thanks."

"May I?" she asked, pointing her wand at his lips.
Harry hesitated for a second, but felt that he trusted her, and gave her a slow
nod of approval. She'd asked about the lips, but didn�t stop there. Harry
looked in the mirror and was startled to see his face was no longer a frumpy
looking woman's, but was now an attractive lady. Getting rid of the moustache
made a big difference. "Glamoure is a wonderful thing,t; st; she said, and
changed �Joe's� lips a shade darker. She stepped back giving him the once over.
Her lips twitched slightly as she tried to figure out what was missing. The
hair had been good; the robe was nice now, as was the face. Harry had been
surprised when he saw the woman's eyes stop directly at his breasts. He began to
understand why Hermione hated when guys didn't look her in the eye when
speaking to her. He'd have to mention that to Ron.

Before he knew it, Harry was following directions and was
leaning way over, his long flowing hair almost touching the floor. "Shake
them," she directed him, and he obeyed though he thought she was pulling
his leg, as he shook his breasts. "Now, hold the bra up tight as you stand
back up." Harry did as he was told, swinging his hair back over his head
and was taken back by the cleavage he now had.

"It'll hold for a while, but they eventually settle
back down," she explained helpfully. Harry couldn�t help but look and
noticed the barmaid also had more cleavage as she had just demonstrated for
him. Thinking that was a neat trick, he'd have to mention it to Hermione, but
then she probably already knew.

When Harry arrived back at the table, the two wizards took a
double take at 'Joanne's' new look. Harry held back a laugh as Kieran almost
spilled his drink. And as Sev pointed out, Kieran Donnelly never wasted
alcohol.

"Jeverever looked so good," said Kieran,
dumbstruck. He then turned to Severus. "Snape, you tell Joe I said that,
I'll hex ya."

"I didn't know you had such talent," teased Sev.
"That explains why you were gone so long."

"Worried about me?" he said with a sly smile.
"The barmaid helped me out. I'm not sure why," explained Harry.
Kieran turned around looking for a familiar face, buy not finding one. Then the
barmaid gave him a wink.

clasclass=MsoNormal>"I think I know why," Kieran began. "I got
word one of the gals here has a sick mum, but can't afford a good Healer,"
he said before checking her out again. "I'm not against being used by a
lass as attractive as that one," he said into his drink. "Now that
she's made my date look presentable, it couldn't hurt to pay a visit to her
mum."

"Oh, I'm your date now am I? Do you get all your dates
by kidnapping?" laughed Harry. Sev grinned.

"Only the difficult ones." Kieran finished his
drink. "I've got the next round," he said, his excuse to talk to the
barmaid.

"It seems I've just lost my date. What are you doing
for the rest of the night?" Harry asked Sev in a seductive voice.

"What makes you think I go for the sort of woman that
jumps from one man to the next?"

"Why don't you take me for a walk, and we'll see what
kind of woman I am. I think Kieran might be a while." Harry held out his
hand for Severus to help him up, being the gentleman that he was.

It was a nice night, the moon was almost full, giving off
some light to the otherwise dimly lit street. It was late, and there were only
an occasional sighting of other people around. They had only walked a few paces
from the door. The shop right next door had been closed earlier in the day and
now offered a dark little niche for Harry to pull Sev into. They weren't
completely hidden from view, but that was what Harry found exciting. He loved
being likelike this without worry about being recognized, or having to deal
with the whole gay issue. Harry put his arms around Sev's neck, pulling him down
for a kiss.

Sev's kiss was all too brief for Harry's comfort. Sev
explained that even thought he knew it was Harry; he had a hard time kissing a
woman. Harry suggested he close his eyes and just enjoy. Harry climbed up the
next step, making him an inch or so taller than Severus. He went to work
licking and nibbling on Sev's neck.

Severus moaned, remembering Harry doing this the night of
the formal when he still had long hair. It was easy for Sev to get lost in the
sensations of his lover feasting on his neck.

Harry paused his ministrations when he heard a small gasp
followed by a stifled giggle. A young couple had been passing them by. If the
look on Severus' glaring face was anything to go by, they were students. The
two Slytherin students quickly crossed the street, meeting up with some friends
on the other side. They were still fairly close and apparently telling their
friends they'd seen Professor Snape of all people snogging with a pretty woman.

Harry chuckled, but silenced quickly when he realized
Severus was angry. "What's the matter?" asked Harry hesitantly.

"I am being snogged to distraction and getting caught
by students," he growled. "What do you think?" he hissed.

"So what? It couldn't hurt to be seen kissing a woman
could it?"

"I constantly reinforce to my students the importance
of not exposing themselves."

"Who's exposed? I don�t see what the big deal is,"
said Harry clearly not seeing a problem.

"If I'm kissable, I'm approachable. This does nothing
for the persona I've built up for myself. I demand respect from my students and
this only undermines my authority. Being caught in bliss, is being caught
unaware, and shows nothing but weakness."

Harry wanted to argue that it showed Sev was found
attractive, not weak, but was so caught up in the thought that Sev had said he
had been in bliss that he didn't argue with the sexy man. Just then Kieran
burst out from the pub, staggering slightly. "There's my girl!" he
called out spotting Harry and Severus. Kieran put his arm around Harry.
"S, I , I had some business to attend to," he said with a wink.
"I hope Snape here kept you safe from harm �till my return." Kieran
hushed when he heard a commotion across the street and noticed the small group
of students had taken off at a fast pace.

Harry laughed. "Well Sev, now that you've been caught
snogging your best friend�s girl, your 'evil git' status will far outweigh any
other opinion they may have had of you."

Severus continued to frown until he realized Harry had been
right. He may have been caught, but at least he was caught being a bastard, and
that made it all right. He couldn't help his evil grin as Kieran spouted off
about him making advances on his date. "You've got lipstick on your
collar. How dare you!" Kieran continued to rant. "My best friend, and
my best girl!" Kieran turned to Harry. "You floozy, I trusted
you," he said and nearly tripped on the curb as they walked down the
street.

Harry laughed so hard he was crying. Tears were streaming
down his face as he gasped for breath. Going along with the gag, he said,
"Please forgive me Sweetums, I promise I'll never stray again," Harry
pleaded, and then burst into gales of laughter. "And Sevvie promises never
to allow a woman to come between your friendship again."

"I'm not above hitting a woman who calls me
'Sevvie'," Severus said with a glare. Harry just continued to giggle, and
hooked arms with the other two as they walked. Harry realized his hair was
getting shorter and took another sip of Polyjuice. It wouldn't do to turn back
into himself on the street dressed as Joe, and in Glamoure.

The three wizards walked to Harry's place. Severus didn't
think Harry had his license long enough to try apparating while intoxicated,
although Harry hadn't actually drank that much. He enjoyed walking down the
street out in the open with Sev, and wouldn't dare argue that he'd been able to
apparate fine. They all went in so Harry could change and give Kieran the
clothing back that belonged to his friend Joe.

Kieran asked if he could light a fire to call Joe and tell
her they were back, safe and sound, and hadn't done anything horrible while
impersonating her. The real Joe flirted with Kieran, but gave Harry a nasty
glare when she saw how good he looked in her body. Harry was glad that she
didn't know exactly who it was that drank the Polyjuice potion. Kieran cut the
conversation short as he saw the real Joe getting uptight.

Harry realized he wouldn�t fit into his own clothes until he
was himself agaio deo decided to stay in Joe's clothes until he changed back.
He showed Kieran around his home and offered him a drink as they waited for the
potion to wear off.

"Oi, Harry! We thought you'd never light your fire. Did
Snape�" Fred's voice trailed off when he saw it wasn't Harry's face
staring back at him.

Kieran enjoyed the gob smacked looks on the identical faces
in the fire, faces that could only be Weasleys. Harry (as Joe) came into view,
handing a glass to Kieran. The twins looked from one unfamiliar face to the
other, unsure what to do. Harry quietly pleaded with Kieran to help him. He
didn't want to tell the twins he was dressed as a woman. Before Kieran had a
chance to speak up, Severus entered the room with a scowl on his face. He
stayed out of the view from the fire, giving Kieran and Harry a pained look.
They immediately saw him clutching his arm, and gave a nod that they understood
he was being summoned to a meeting.

With his mask of indifference securely back in place,
Severus stepped into view. Fred and George trusted Snape, but knew the man was
a spy, so didn't assume the strange couple in Harry's living room were not
dangerous. Severus handed a small note to Kieran.

"I won't have time to return to the castle. I need you
to bring a message to Albus," said Severus to Kieran. The Scott left swiftly.
The twin's still gaping expressions relaxed some when they heard Snape mention
Dumbledore, and traveled the Floo in on his request. "Fred, George, this
is Joanne. I need to run an errand, and I would be extremely grateful if you
could stay with Joe until you know it's safe to leave," Snape said
seriously. He also mentioned they would 'see' Harry later. Severus could see
Harry wanted to argue, and pulled him aside. "I won't allow you to stay
alone. Your wards will keep you safe, but if something were to come up, the
muscles in Joe's body will not react the way yours do. I don't have time to
argue," he said with finality. Harry knew it was pointless to press the
issue.

"How will we know it's safe to leave?" asked
George.

"You'll know," grinned Snape, checking the time.
He turned to Harry before he apparated out. Againspokspoke soft enough so as
not to be overheard. "I know a very large order was picked up at the
apothecary today. I will likely be brewing potions. Try not to worry," he
said, knowing Harry would worry anyway. "Save yourself a lot of trouble
and tell them who you are," Severus said with a laugh, knowing Harry would
do things the hard way. Harry shook his head with a smile, and Severus was glad
he'd so easily distracted Harry from thoughts of his going to a meeting.

Harry found himself alone with the twins and wondered what
they would be like when faced with a stranger. Would they make him the latest
victim of many pranks, thinking Joe didn�t know of their many joke products?
Harry was surprised to say the least when the twins respectfully introduced
themselves. Harry explained that Joe was an old friend of Kieran's. If the
twins thought it odd that Joe referred to herself in the third person, they
were polite enough not to mention it.

"Is Kieran a friend of Professor Snape's?" asked
George, trying to figure out the puzzle.

"Yes, they're old friends. They are working together on
a few projects," she said vaguely. "They've taken to abducting people
for birthday celebrations," said Harry with a laugh. Fred and George
laughed along. They had their own ideas where Harry was, but certainly didn't
think he was Joanne.

Harry had suggested they watch television. He wanted to
avoid having too much conversation with them. He hadn't lied to them so far,
but it was getting harder. He knew he should just tell them the truth, but he
wasn't sure what kind of reaction he would get, and it wasn't as if he enjoyed
dressing like a girl. When no one was looking, Harry took another sip of the
potion. He would find a way to get out of telling them, but hadn't yet.

It was easy for a while; they watched a hilarious movie and
laughed and laughed. Fred noticed how at ease Joe was around them and gave
George a look. Harry didn't see the glint in their eyes, but noticed right away
when an arm casually made its way around his shoulders.

Harry's first thought was, �what were these two thinking?�
Joanne was like forty years old. Then he realized the s wes were a few years
older than him, and Severus was probably only a few years younger than Joe. 'Oh
Merlin', he thought to himself.

Harry relaxed into the sofa. The twins had never been that
tactile with him, unless you count torturous tickling attacks as they force-fed
him one of their prank candies. He knew they would be embarrassed later, but
then he wouldn't feel that bad about them finding out he had gone out as a
woman. Oddly enough, he was very comfortable with them. Hermione sat close with
him while watching movies too, but Ron of course had kept his distance, as most
guys would.

Fred and George had grown very close to Harry over the
years. They treated him like they would their own brother, which usually meant
harassing him and playing pranks. But on the other side of the coin, Harry
always felt safe with them. He guessed that was wr. Wr. Weasley had convinced
Charlie to leave him alone. Arthur wanted him to feel safe at the Burrow, and
didn't want a failed relationship to lose him a place to go where he was with
family. Looking back, Harry was glad he and Charlie had never gone any further.
Still, he liked when the man flirted with him. Charlie was the first to ever
make Harry feel he warthyrthy of such attention. Harry let out a contented sigh
remembering his kiss with Charlie. His mind immediately trailed off to the time
Sev saw that memory, and when they fooled around for the first time since
Severus was in his adult body.

Harry didn't realize he was drifting off to sleep, nor did
he notice a hand holding one of his own. A soft voice in his ear replaced the
beginning of a dream. "Joanne?" the quiet voice checked to see if she
was awake. "Are you sleeping?" inquired a voice with a slightly
different inflection. The hand holding his moved a little as the young man�s
thumb brushed against the back of the soft hand with manicured nails.

"A little," was Harry's sleepy reply. He became
slightly more alert as the feel of warm breath swept past his ear. "Tell
me," Harry began, but didn't bother to open his eyes. "Do many girls
go for you guys at the same time?" he asked, curious.

"Some," answered a voice so close to his ear he
felt the answer more than heard. It was the same person that had his arm around
Harry's shoulder. The other, Fred maybe, was the one holding and caressing his
hand.

"Hm," Harry sighed in his sleepy voice, but still
coherent. "How would you even ask a girl to do something like that, you
know, both of you?"

"You start out by asking for something small, like a
kiss," whispered George in his ear. Harry could feel lips graze his chin.
Fred was placing small kisses over the top of his fingers on his hand.
"Joanne," he said sweetly, "Can I kiss you?"

"No," came the sleepy reply. Fred seemed almost
startled by the answer.

"Not even a small kiss?"

"No." he paused. "My kisses are for
another," Harry said and almost chuckled as he remembered that silly line
from the chick flick he�d watched with Hermione. He was much more awake now,
and had heard Severus apparate into the kitchen, bhosehose to let the twins
think he was still drifting off. He told himself it was to play up the prank,
but there we so few times in his life that someone had come on to him, that he
loved the ego boost it gave him.

"The guy we saw here earlier?" asked Fred. He had
stopped kissing the fingers, but continued to hold the soft hand.

"Kieran? Nah." Harry leaned his head on George's
shoulder.

"Good, I wouldn't want a guy like that mad at me,"
he said, slowly moving his arm ever so slightly off Harry's shoulder, but still
on the back of the couch, trying not to look as if he was retreating. Much.

"Severus."

Fred abruptly dropped the hand he was holding. George froze,
but didn't want to pull away. The girl's head was on his shoulder, and she'd
probably fall in his lap if he'd done so, or so he thought. "Severus? As
in Snape?" came the nervous question.

"Mm-hm," came the dreamy reply. "I love
him."

Startled blue eyes looked into an identical pair. Both pairs
turned to the kitchen door as the telltale creaking sound announced its
opening. Adams apples on two thin necks bobbed up then down once with the hard
swallow both took at precisely the same time. Severus' tall, majestic figure
stood silently in the doorway. It was the content look on his face that the
boys found to be the scariest expression the man had worn in the ten or so
years they�d known him. They'd never seen that look on the intimidating man's
face before. As he glided into the living room, Fred and George instinctively
moved away from the lovely figure on the sofa between them. Harry held his head
from falling. A sleepy smile graced his lips.

"As Weasleys, I expect you were both proper
gentlemen?" asked Severus, but it was more a statement then question. They
stared back at him vacantly for a second, and then closed their mouths that
they hadn't realized �till then were open, and that Snape had in a round about
way complimented their family. "I'm grateful for your assistance this
evening," He then turned his attention to Harry, wondering why he was
still a girl. "Did you have any problems while I was gone?"

"No. I felt very safe with them by my side," he
said grasping each by the hand. Harry could sense the sigh of relief from
either side of him, and didn't hold back the giggle.

"I believe I said you would know when it was safe to
leave," Severus said pointedly. The twins attempted to stand immediately,
but were still held by Joanne. Fred startled first, quickly followed by George
when Joanne's hair began shortening. The hands holding them were suddenly more
callused and strong. Both were taken aback as the ample breasts seemed to
deflate, and were replaced by a man's well-muscled chest.

"Harry?" they chorused, receiving a nod of
confirmation from their friend. Realizing his name was the only word they�d
managed to form, Harry explained.

"Kieran and Sev wanted to take me out, but I can't be
seen in a pub with them, so they juiced me," he said hoping that explained
it. "They didn't plan on leaving me like this; it isn't safe since Joe's
body isn't very strong, but something came up. They had to leave and, well�you're
not mad, are you?" he asked, batting his eyes.

"Um." Fred seemed to gain composure once again and
added. "I tell you what, you don't mention Joanne to anyone, and we�did
you call him Sev?" he asked with wide eyes, as if it just occurred to him
that, 'Oh Merlin, they're a couple'.

As Fred was making the connection, George piped in,
"We've never heard of any Joanne, or Sev for that matter. Good
night," he said, heading briskly for the fireplace and opened the Floo
powder box on the mantle. With a flash they were gone. Harry waved his wand at
the fire, putting it out for the night.

Harry looked up at the imposing figure before him. Severus
had a brow raised. "You teased them," he said without malice. Harry
smiled at him and thought for a second that Sev was jealous. Good.

"No, I didn't. They came on to me," he said
innocently.

"I see." Severus walked over the mantle, looking
at the Floo powder box, but not really seeing it. When he turned back to face
Harry he made sure to turn just fast enough to cause his robes to billow around
and wrap his legs as they settled. "So, it wouldn't bother you, if someone
like, oh let�s say Lucius Malfoy, were to try to persuade me to make an
illegal potion he needed?" he asked with a questioning shrug, keeping his
voice calm and even.

Harry's innocent, yet smug expression changed abruptly.

"You knew I was in the kitchen, and that if for some
reason you couldn't handle the situation, I would help you, but Fred and George
didn't know that. Personally, I was shocked they acted as well as they did.
They had an attractive and nearly unconscious woman pressed between them, yet
they behaved like gentlemen, for the most part," he said the last part
with a roll of his eyes. Severus thought that if 'Joe' hadn't been as old, and
the circumstances different, the twins might have moved in faster. Not that he
thought Harry would have allowed it, but he needed to understand the difference
between harmless flirting and allowing people to think you�re available when
you�re not. Severus frowned at the last thought.

"It didn't bother you when I mentioned that Charlie
flirts with me." Harry argued.

"Do you flirt back?"

"A little," he admitted.

"How will you react when he makes advances on
you?" Severus asked, sounding as if the answer wouldn't be that
interesting when he heard it.

"He wouldn't! It's just harmless flirting. Charlie
wouldn't really come on to me, he doesn't really mean it," Harry said with
conviction.

"Exactly," he said smoothly. "You know
Charlie doesn't mean it. Did the twins mean it?"

Harry looked down at the floor. He didn�t know what to say.
He knew Sev was in the kitchen, but didn't think about how he would feel about
the situation. He could argue it was a prank, but that wouldn't change how hurt
he felt when he thought about Severus being seduced onto making a potion.

"Lucius is gay?" the words came out unexpectedly.
Harry didn't manage the same unconcerned tone Severus did.

Severus was sure now that his point was taken and let the
issue go. He saw no reason not to be reassuring. "Lucius is not gay,"
he said, slowly getting comfortable on the sofa next to Harry. "But he is
ruthless and would get what he wants, by any means," Severus tucked
Harry's hair behind his ear exposing the tender flesh. "Not to worry; it
has been many years since anyone thought I could be persuaded in such a
way."

"Many years?" Harry asked slyly.

"At least not in this century," Severus said with
a grin. Harry tried not to think about the fact that before this century he had
yet to reach puberty.

All thoughts of his age flitted from his mind as a
mesmerizing tongue made an enticing path up to his ear. When said tongue
reached its destination behind Harry's ear, he shivered, catching his breath.
Severus pulled back enough to see Harry's neck. He noticed a large portion of
the scar was gone. It began again up close to the back of Harry's ear where it
was most sensitive. "How?" asked Severus, trailing his index finger
down where the scar used to be.

"Poppy, she gave me something to regrow skin. She
explained that it would grow back as the same skin my body would produce, but
not an exact replica of what was there before. So, no scars, at least not where
I'd been hurt. I still have a bunch. Maybe you should do a thorough examination
to see if you can spot the changes," said Harry suggestively.

Severus frowned. "It was a very big area your scar
covered." He lifted Harry's hair to see around the back of his neck.
"I had no idea I'd hurt you so much," said Sev softly. Harry closed
his eyes as he felt a line of kisses follow along where his scar had wrapped
around his neck.

Harry moaned enjoying the attention. "You kept me from
falling. Most of my injuries were external. Merlin knows what would have
happened if I�d hit the ground too hard. Plus, I'd still have the scars. I
wouldn't trade." Harry groaned when Severus pulled an earlobe between his
lips. "I wouldn't let her fix that part," Harry said breathily.
"The scar behind my ear is supersensitive. I didn't want to lose
that." Harry whimpered when he was rewarded with extra attention to the
small patch of skin that remained marred.

"Why did Poppy not offer to do this years ago?"
asked Severus. Harry didn�t want to answer and make him upset. When he realized
he wasn�t being kissed, but that Sev was waiting for an answer, he let out his
breath with a huff and explained.

"To regrow skin, you have to lose it first. The risk of
infection alone is usually too big of a chance to take."

"And�?" prompted Severus, knowing there was
probably more, considering how hesitant Harry was to tell him.

"Most wizards can't deal with the amount of pain
involved during the process." Harry felt him stiffen beside him. Severus
had the same self-loathing expression he wore when he found out that Harry and
he shared the same 'Sara' dream.

Harry got up from the sofa and straddled Sev's lap.
"You did not do that to me, it was my choice," Harry said adamantly,
and continued to explain. "Poppy could have healed the cuts and I'd have
no new scars. That's where your involvement ends. Since I'm an adult, and no
longer a student, Poppy was obligated to give me all the options available.
Apparently, when a second blood donor became available, I had more options. She
told me about the procedure to regrow the damaged skin. Since I already ran the
risks involved from my injuries, I had only the added discomfort to
consider." Harry shifted his weight as Sev's knees were digging into him.

"Discomfort?" Severus said incredulously, knowing
the pain must have been near intolerable if 'most' wizards couldn't cope with
it. "Did it bother you that much, having the scar?" he wondered aloud
about how much Harry had been affected by his scar being exposed to the world
after he'd been concealing it for so long. Harry hadn't seemed too disturbed by
Severus' own scars, and he had quite a selection.

"For a few of them, it helps not to have a reminder of
where they came from. I promise to talk to you more about them, and the
flashback. But not tonight, okay?" Severus agreed he would wait to have
that talk with Harry. He let him continue.

"It used to be that on the rare occasions when I was
lucky enough not to be recognized, I could browse through the shops without
trouble. But then," he gestured to his neck. "People would gawk at the
mangled flesh, uncaring how I felt, as if I were on display at the freak show.
It was worse if after spending ten minutes in line staring at my nape, they
recognized who I was. The look of pity that inevitably followed was enough to
make a man scream. One day a few weeks ago, I got so up tup that I used the
concealment charm, just long enough to hit a few shops. The ditzy girl at the
liquor store, you know the one with blue hair? She just stood there, not
ringing up my order, and stared at where she thought the scar should be. I left
the wine on the counter and haven't been back since." Harry let out a
tired laugh at the absurdity of some people.

"Is that why there's nothing decent to drink around
here?" asked Sev humorously.

"We drink too much anyway," Harry said with a
smirk. "Why don't we go to bed and you can check out which scars are
missing while you fuck me into the mattress." he said while wriggling on
Sev's lap.

"While that is the best offer I've had all day, I'll
have to take a rain check," Severus said sadly. He had taken the potion to
prevent erections when he answered Voldemort's earlier call. He would have to
reconsider that potion.

"Damn," Harry muttered in defeat, but then
suddenly perked up with a gleam in his eye. "How 'bout you teach me to
spell clothes off, and tomorrow morning I'll fuck *you* into the
mattress?" he ran his tongue along the edge of his teeth suggestively.

Severus wrapped his hands around Harry's perfect arse, stood
up, and carried him into the bedroom.

Tbc

Author's note: *

Did anyone notice the chapter titles correlation with the
story title? The movie Meet Joe Black w/Brad Pitt (Hunk) is a remake of
the original 1934 movie Death Takes a Holiday, from where I borrowed the
title.

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