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One Thousand Days	By : Ataraxia Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 7793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Severus and Harry sat on the crest of the hill, casually sipping champagne as the rest of the wedding party danced in the waning sunlight. Their fingers intertwined, comfortably holding each other as if they had been together for a lifetime already.

Hermione’s curls had been restrained into a soft knot at the nape of her neck, which swayed and bobbed as she laughed and twirled around the conjured dance floor with her new husband. Neville (whom Severus had grudgingly grown to like) beamed with pride at his new wife. The love in their eyes was unmistakeable.

“Do you think we’ll ever have that?” Harry mused aloud, twirling the stem of his champagne flute absently.

“An exorbitantly overpriced ceremony and a plethora of weeping witches in silly frocks? I should certainly hope not,” Severus snorted derisively, the curvature of his mouth betraying his true emotions.

Harry gently shoved his shoulder into his companion, ignoring the slosh of sparkling wine that dribbled over the rim of his glass and down his fingers.

“Bollocks,” he chided, “You’re as big a softie as the rest of them, aren’t you Sev?”

“Ten points from Gryffindor for alcohol-induced sentimentality.”

Harry dropped the glass in favour of punching the older wizard’s shoulder. “Oi! You’re the one who gave me the engagement ring!”

“Touché,” Severus conceded, raising Harry’s hand to admire the finely wrought band of silver that encircled his finacé’s fourth finger.

Months ago, if anyone had asked Severus Snape if he could picture being engaged to Harry Potter, he would have hexed them into the next century for even suggesting such a ridiculous idea. The fact that he was now perched on the crest of a hill holding the ring-clad hand of The Boy Who Lived was surely a testament to the fact that stranger things had happened.

The light on the festivities began to dim as the sun slowly began to dip below the horizon.

“Niteo,” Severus murmured, flicking his wand lightly and causing a multitude of tiny stars to collect around the swathes of white organza that bordered the pavilion and shed shimmering light on the dancers.

Harry grinned, “You know you’re fucking sexy when you do stuff like that, yeah?”. He leaned over and nipped at Severus’ earlobe.

“You just want me for my wand,” Severus muttered.

“Certainly not for your heart, you prickly old git,” Harry smiled, wrapping his arms around Severus’ neck and drawing him into a deep kiss.

They heard a groan behind them, “Oh, can’t you two lay off for one day? It’s not your wedding!” Neville attempted to scowl at the two but only managed to pull off a distorted looking grin.

Hermione slapped his arse playfully, “Shut it, Mr. Longbottom, or I’ll annul you.”

“You wouldn’t dare, Mrs. Longbottom.” Neville’s affection nearly dripped off his face.

Severus made quiet gagging noises from behind his hand and was reprimanded with a quick slap to the back of his head from his own husband-to-be.

The new Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom plopped themselves unceremoniously on the hillside and proceeded to watch the whirling witches and wizards below.

“I think everyone’s having a lovely time,” Hermione mused, resting her chin in her hands.

Neville snorted, “Draco certainly seems to be.” He nodded to the dance floor, where Draco seemed to be escorting a very drunk (and very handsy) Viktor Krum into the refreshment tent, whilst somehow simultaneously snogging a waitress. Casting a quick glance up to the two couples on the hill, Draco smirked, tipped an imaginary hat, and pinched Viktor`s arse before dragging his two conquests into the privacy of the tent.

“I see he’s still utterly destroyed by your rejection,” Severus murmured to Harry with a smirk.

Harry laughed, “Does anything really ever phase Draco Malfoy?

As the wedding wound down, Hermione and Neville took their leave, and other guests began to clear out.

Harry managed to drag his grudging fiancé down the hill to the newly abandoned dance floor, where he rested his hands on the older man’s shoulders and allowed him to lead in a slow shuffle.

The soles of their shoes made no sound as they turned in time to the music that floated softly around them.

“You’re quiet all of a sudden,” Severus remarked, whispering the words into his young lover’s dishevelled hair.

Harry buried his nose in Severus’ chest, breathing in the scent of his freshly laundered robes before responding.

“I’m reflecting, I suppose,” he murmured into the silky folds of cloth, “Sometimes it just amazes me that we’re here. After everything...” his words trailed off into barely a whisper.

Memories of the previous months flooded them both, from the moment of Severus’ awakening, their friendship, their hardships, and eventually, their glorious exchange of power. The two wizards could now touch each other freely, and the only shock either of them received was the delicious shudder of lust and desire.

Severus smirked, “It has been a rather interesting series of events, I suppose.”

Harry lifted his head to meet his partner’s warm, inky gaze.

“I do have some regrets, though-“ Harry began, chewing his lip.

Severus froze at the admission. This was it. Harry was going to call off the wedding. He had finally come to his senses and realized that he didn’t want to chain himself to a snarky old git for the rest of his natural life.

He closed his eyes slowly and awaited the inevitable, only opening them when he felt a small box pressed into his palm. Startled, he looked down at the small green package adorned with silver ribbon before arcing his eyebrow in confusion.

“Your regrets come gift-wrapped?” He turned the small box over slowly in hesitant wonder.

Harry smiled, softly, “No, Severus, but their solution does.” Gently, he picked up Severus’ other hand and placed it on top of the box, sandwiching it in between the two sets of ivory fingers. “Go on,” he whispered.

Severus pulled the silver ribbon, watching as the shimmering loops unfurled themselves. He pulled at the green paper slowly, as if the box it was covering contained some terrible surprise.

The box itself was a small, worn wooden cube. Its antique brass hinges creaked reluctantly as he opened the lid and stared at the contents inside.

An old silver wristwatch lay in the box, its lid lovingly polished until all traces of tarnish were removed. Carefully, Severus removed it from its bed of faded red velvet and turned it over in his hands. His reflection peered back at him, large nose further distorted in the convex metal, as he opened the casing and read the inscription that had recently been engraved inside.

To my love, Severus,

Happy 40^th Birthday

-Harry

Bewildered, Severus looked down into the face of his fiancé and frowned in confusion.

“Harry, it’s June, my birthday is in January. Not to mention, my fortieth year passed while I was unconscious.”

Harry smiled and turned the dial on the watch slowly, turning it back two times.

It was only at that moment that Severus noticed the numerals on the face indicated dates, not times. He gasped at the sudden realization that the device he had just held was a time-turner.

“Harry...?”

“My regrets,” the young wizard said, beaming, “are that you missed so very much while you were sleeping. Your fortieth birthday, the turn of the millennia, the chance to say goodbye to an old friend.” His eyes shone slightly as he looked back up to his lover, “I want you to get the chance to have all of those things.”

Grasping Harry’s shoulders, Severus looked into the young face searchingly, “But you’ve already seen all these things, Harry, I couldn’t ask you to go through it all again. All that time-”

His words were swallowed into the soft kiss brushed his lips. Breaking away, Harry whispered, “It’s only a thousand days, Severus. You know I’d be willing to give you even more.”

Severus snorted softly in amusement, “Provided I do you the small favour of remaining conscious this time?”

Harry grinned and planted another sweet kiss on his lips, “It’s the least you could do, I suppose.”

They wrapped their arms around each other as the time turner ticked and swept them both away.

-fin

A/N: Thanks to all the readers who have patiently followed along from the beginning. This chapter has not been beta-read, therefore all mistakes are my own. Please rate and review!
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