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Age Is Just A Word	By : HPRndRobin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 7711 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Age Is Just A Word

Chapter 5

By Corgi

Severus regretted the moment he spilled his old lover's name. He braced himself for the look of disgust that Potter was bound to have. He could remember the look James had on his face when he found out about his little crush on him. He wasn't looking forward to seeing it again on the brats face. He steeled himself and looked pointedly at the younger wizard and was surprised. The boy didn't show any of the scorn Severus expected. There was a calm acceptance of the statement and no negative comments were directed his way. That truly did surprise him and slowly Albus' litany of 'Harry isn't James' started to sink in. His father wouldn't have let the opportunity pass, though the man would have preferred a more public arena for ridicule.

Severus saw a myriad of emotions swirling in the boy's eyes, most of which he couldn't identify. The few he could consisted of jealousy, want, need, and resignation. He didn't have a clue as to why Potter felt jealous; the brat had anything he could ever want handed to him. His fame alone could get him any witch or wizard he desired. He'd never suffer a night without a partner warming his bed. Yes, Potter had no reason to be jealous. Why the other emotions were present, Severus had no idea nor did he care. He downed his fire whiskey in one gulp and looked at the boy wonder again. Well not a boy any longer, on the outside that is.

"So, Potter, where's the look of disgust? The rude remarks?" Severus hissed as Potter poured another shot ofskeyskey for him.

"What look and what remarks, Professor?" Potter asked with a completely straight face after placing the bottle on the table between them.

"You've just found out your most hated teacher is gay and you're not going to say anything?" Severus snarled in exasperation and downed his drink in one gulp again, only to have it refilled by Potter.

"The pot shouldn't call the kettle black, sir, unless being gay is frowned upon in the Wizarding world?" Potter paled slightly as the thought spilt out.

"No, we're more tolerant of the alternate lifestyles than the Muggles are." He replied quietly. After a moment's thought he asked, "So you're no going to comment on how anyone would stoop so low as to touch me?"

"Why are you acting this way? It sounds like you want me to act nasty."

"I've come to expect it, especially from your father."

"I AM NOT MYHER!HER!" Potter shouted, looking Severus straight in the eye as he did so. "Why would I disparage someone who got to see who you really are? The wistfulness of the tone surprised Severus, but he attributed it to the alcohol.

They sat there in silence, watching the fire flicker and drinking the whiskey. Every time Severus finished his drink, Potter refilled it immediately. By the time they finished the bottle, Severus didn't have a clue as to how much the brat had drunk and knew he had much too much, but still he was now sporting a pleasant buzz. 'Good thing the brat didn't know of my inability to keep my mouth shut when inebriated,' he thought. He hoped that his luck will hold out and that the pest would be to drunk to speak. Severus knew he was in trouble the moment Potter opened his mouth.

"Tell me about, Stephen. Where did you meet him?"

Severus mentally cursed the fact that his mouth automatically spilled the information without any control or input from his intellect. At least the brat didn't ask about any order business.

"I met him here when I was in Hogwarts. He was two years ahead of me. When I was in my fifth year, not long after your godfather's infamorankrank, I was forced to tutor him in potions by my Head of House. Up to then I didn't know who he was nor even spoken a word to him. Then again, no body bothered with me in my house unless they needed a potion." Severus paused to sip at his whiskey and to access the next memory.

"He wasn't at all happy being tutored by a fifth year. He made it very difficult for me during the first few weeks. He eventually stopped giving me a hard time. I guess I started to intrigue him after a while. By spring he talked to me as if I were a person, not a minion to be ordered about." Severus sighed at the memory, finished his drink and prevented Potter from refilling the glass. He vaguely wondered when Potter had gotten the new bottle.

"What happened after Stephen left school?" Potter asked, ignoring the glare Severus leveled at him.

"He began owling me ever other day that summer. I answered back; it was rather nice having someone that wanted to talk to me. It took my mind off my other troubles. When I returned to school, Stephen would be waiting for me at the school gates on Hogsmeade weekends. With one kiss he made me fall in love with him. When my father found out he was pleased. For the first time in my life I did something that gained my fathers approval. Stephen was from a prominent and rich pure-blooded family. They didn't stray from the light through the centuries, while the other Slytherin families slowly made the descent into the Dark Arts. Stephen took the mark not long after he graduated and was disowned the next summer, but that didn't matter to me, though it did to my father. I received the worst beating ever from my father when I refused to break off my relationship with Stephen." Severus paused to collect his thoughts, watching Potters eyes as he did so, for some clue to what the boy was thinking.

"I crawled, literally, broken and bleeding to Stephen, who healed me and gave me shelter. It was through him that I learned of the benefits of serving the Dark Lord and what the bastard's goals were. I followed Stephen straight to the Dark Lord." Severus paused once again to gather his thoughts and to attempt to control what he told the brat. "To make a long story short, Potter, I began to see the horrors and the madness that being in the Dark Lord's service brought and came crawling to Dumbledore in order to make the pain end. Instead of sending me to Azkaban he gave me a second chance. I became a spy and reported the Dark Lord's plans to Dumbledore. I wanted to bring Stephen along, to try and convince him to spy, but I couldn't bring myself to trust him. Especially after one of the raids we were sent on. His mask was ripped off during a struggle and I saw his face. He was enjoying every moment, every ounce of pain given and every scream. He liked to torture people. I was afraid to trust him after that day. If he enjoyed doing that to complete strangers, what would he do to me? It was at that moment that I believed he didn't love me as much as he did torture. I left him to his fate and concentrated on keeping myself alive. Two years after you and your mother took out the Dark Lord he was given the Dementor's Kiss." Severus finished his tale and stared into the fire.

Potter sat silently nursing the drink in his hand. Severus glanced at him as his silence continued and he noticed the young man's eyes were focused on nothing, his thoughts turned inward. Tired of being the only one who spoke, Severus broke the silence by asking the brat some questions of his own.

"So, Potter, if you were in my situation, what would you have done?" He asked with a sneer. His thoughts were still a little muddled and his control was falling even more to the alcohol in his system.

"I don't think I'd be able to make a different choice, Professor." Potter answered in a quiet voice, his thoughts still turned inward.

Severus made a soft noise of disbelief, which drew Potter out of the few thoughts he possessed. The boy turned those startlingly green eyes in his direction, a questioning look in them and Severus could still see a hint of the jealousy in the depths of those eyes. He still couldn't figure out why the boy was in that state.

"Why so jealous, boy?" Severus sneered, while a part of him wondered why the boy flinched.

"I have loads of reasons to be jealous, Professor." Potter said with no inflection at all in his voice.

"What would you be jealous of, Potter? You've gotten everything handed to you on a platter. You can have any wizard you want without batting an eye. Every you want is handed to you."

"Shows how observant you are, Professor. I'm jealous of Ron for having parents, brothers and a sister. It's the same with Hermione. She's got her parents and she can absorb everything with barely an effort while I have to struggle to learn some things. She's got people in her family that encourages her to succeed and I guess you can say I'm basically jealous of the majority of the wizarding world." Potter replied in a bitter tone. "No one can bring my parents and godfather back, so your assumption that I get what ever I want handed to me is incorrect. That's what I want most in the world and no one can bring them back." Potter paused a moment before continuing. "I wouldn't want to date any of those people who throw themselves at me. They want my fame, not me. I don't think there's anyone out there that wants me, not the person they think I am, not even the person I've got feelings for." Potter concluded still with a bitter voice. "Not that I'd ever be good enough for him anyway."

"I doubt that, Potter."

"I'll prove it then." The brat countered and before Severus could react the nuisance skipped up to him, grasped his head and kissed him.

Severus stiffened in shocked surprise and then his alcohol fogged brain took control and responded to the kiss. His eyes closed involuntarily as Potter nibbled on his lower lip begging for them to part. The brat's kiss was clumsy and showed his inexperience. Severus took control of the kiss with a huff of annoyance. Potter willingly submitted to his domination and opened his mouth to allow Severus entrance without any prompting. Potter tasted like the fire whiskey and as he mapped the willing mouth completely he forgot who he was kissing. Severus' world narrowed to him and the pleasant lips he was kissing. He had his left hand on the other's shoulder and his right ran down the firm chest of the man in front of him.

They remained that way for several moments longer until Severus moved his left hand from his partner's shoulder upwards. His hand brushed against the ear piece of a pair of glasses, which he wasn't expecting, his eyes popped open in surprise. He noticed who he was locking lips with and his mind processed 'James' causing him to shove the person way. He fled towards his bedroom, staggered would be the truer term, and barely registered hearing the person in the living room stumble into the coffee table and the sound of something snapping. Whether it was bone or wood he couldn't tell as he closed the door behind him.

Severus threw himself onto his bed as the room spun around and let the oblivion caused by the liquor take hold. He didn't know what to think nor did he wish to until morning. As darkness claimed him he gave no further thought to the person in the other room. For a change his sleep wasn't interrupted by nightmares of his service to the Dark Lord or his childhood. Despite the hangover induced headache he was surprisingly refreshed when he awoke the next morning. Dimly he heard voices in the other room and was confused and a little alarmed. Severus fumbled in his nightstand for a vial of hangover relief while his other hand searched under his pillow for his wand. He found the potion first and quickly swallowed the dose. Seconds later his headache was gone and his senses were clear. He noticed that his wand was still holstered on his arm, since he fell into his bed fully clothed.

He turned his attention to the voices in the other room and identified one of them as Dumbledore's. As he moved to the door he decided that there two others with Albus. The closer he got to his door the more distinct the other voices became and he was able to determine that one of the two unknowns was a house-elf.

When Severus cautiously opened the poor and peered out he saw a curious scene and exited his bedroom quietly. The third person was Potter and he sat hunched in a corner on the floor cradling his left arm. The house-elf was upset and fussing over Potter's injury while Albus scanned the damaged limb. Severus could see the results from where he stood and he winced when the memories from the night before presented themselves to his now clear mind. He was shocked when he remembered Potter's actions the night before. The brat actually wanted him? Nothing in recent years has surprised him more than that revelation. As he listened to Albus murmuring the charm to heal Potter's broken arm, Severus sorted through his responses to the kiss they shared. He'd have to admit, to himself at least, that he truly enjoyed the kiss, but he knew at the end he mistook the younger Potter for the older hence his knee-jerk reaction. He didn't think that the younger wizard would be too thrilled to know that little fact.

While he was analyzing his thoughts and reactions, the house-elf was fussing over Potter noticed his presence and if looks could kill, Severus would be six feet under several times over. It was while he was glaring back at the elf that he noticed the clothes and realized that this creature could do him some serious hard if it wanted to.

"Professor Dumbledore, sir, Professor Snape's awake." The house-elf told the elderly wizard.

"Thank you, Dobby. Would you bring up some breakfast for Harry and Severus?"

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, Dobby will get." With a last glare at Severus the house-elf disappeared to do the headmaster's bidding.

Potter didn't say anything after thanking the headmaster. Instead he leaned back into the corner he was propped up in and turned his face back into the wall. Before he hid his face Severus could see the bags under his eyes, indicating that he didn't sleep at all last night and that the younger wizard was fighting to hold back the tears shimmering in his eyes. They, more than anything, gouged Severus' conscience. The boy never batted an eye lash when Severus insulted him, smashed his potions and did various other injustices to him over the years. To find a weakness and rip it wide open, to do that to someone, who he was forced to live with, who he expected to save them all, was inexcusable and Severus knew Albus will have him on the floor later for his actions, though they were unintentional.

Severus looked on while Albus murmured something to Harry before turning to face Severus. When he saw what Albus held in his hand, his blood drained from his faced. The broken pieces of Potter's wand were clutched in the older wizard's hand. Severus could see the broken shaft of the phoenix feather core and knew that it couldn't be repaired. The loss of one's wand was traumatic since the user put quite a bit of themselves into theirds ods once they first start to use it.

"Severus, Harry had an accident last night. He says he tripped over your table last night and broke his arm and wand. I'm going to return to my office and contact Ollivander and see if he can bring some of his stock here. We need to find Harry a temporary wand until he can craft another for him." Severus could tell by the look in Albus' eyes that he knew there was more to the story than Harry was ing.ing.

He knew the old man would try and pry his version of last night's events out of him. A look over Albus' shoulder showed Potter still in the corner, but this time he had his arms wrapped around his knees and had turned to face the wall completely. Severus thought briefly and decided to answer Albus' unspoken question rather than let him weasel it out of him at a later date.

"Potter and I were talking after the brat managed to get me drunk." Severus gave a suspicious glance. He couldn't help wondering if the old man gave Potter that little bit of ae.
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