A/N: Alright so; I have not given up on my Drarry fic(s) but I recently decided that Snarry was a decent avenue for something slightly different. I am not completely sure where this story is going to go, I will probably end up winging it. Sorry. There is a general story line however and it will not be deviated from. (The Drarry fics also need major re-writing, my style grammar etc are atrocious and are badly in need of attention. They will be addressed.) So on with the fic.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing .:sniff:. However I do enjoy playing with the characters that the wonderful JK Rowling has created, thank you ma'am! Any characters you do not know of, are mine, and I love them. THIS STORY IS SLASH! DONT LIKE DONT READ! AND BEFORE I GET A HOARD OF E-MAILS, I AM NOT PERVERTED OR ANYTHING ELSE, I AM A WRITER WHO LIKES TO MESS WITH THE CHARACTERS SHE STOLE!! Rated for future content. I'm not entirely satisfied with the title either, but I suppose it will be relevant.

PLOT: Snape survived the downfall of the Dark Lord, one of the only two Death Eaters to do so. But through the process by which the Mark was removed, he has been forced to face certain life truths, such as the fact that his life cannot be lived alone. He has a soul-mate and now has to face the truth and the music; he is no longer alone. But will his true love sacrifice their freedom to bond with him?

BETA: Beta'd by the wonderful Padfoot-is-better-than-you. Without her this was a complete mess. She will deny it but it's true. Any remaining mistakes are my own and I take full responsibility for them.

Snape was in a foul mood. In fact foul didn't even cover it. He was pissed. It was Christmas day and as usual he was in his dungeon brewing potions for Poppy. It wasn't that he minded brewing the potions; in fact it was something of a relief to be occupied. He was pissed because of the day it was: Christmas. It was one of Snapes' least favorite days of the year, next only to Valentine's Day and Halloween.

He dreaded Halloween because it was the day when she was killed, along with her arrogant husband. He hated Valentine's Day because he was always alone. But he detested Christmas because he knew that it was his favorite holiday, and the one he always spent at Hogwarts.

Snape was cursed, and he couldn't understand why this happened to him. It was one thing to have had her in his head all the time up until her death, but now having him in his head wasn't much better. He knew that what he felt towards the boy was more than he had ever felt towards the woman, and he lately found himself wondering if maybe that was the reason that he had been so attached to her.

'Shit.' he was pulled from his musings by a loud crack and goo flying all over the dungeon. He swore repeatedly and cast a scourgify charm to clean up the mess. He was in no fit state to be anywhere near dangerous ingredients at the moment. He was fuming; he was not used to entertaining romantic or in any way happy thoughts. He threw himself down at his desk, lowered his head onto his arms and groaned. He then lifted his head and pulled a roll of parchment and a quill towards him. He had written no more than ten lines when he threw down the quill and leaned back in the chair pinching the bridge of his nose. It was useless trying to hide from it any longer.

He had tried to deny it, tried to avoid it, he had told Dumbledore repeatedly that it was not true, yet all the while he had found himself longing for what he knew was rightfully his. He found himself longing for the touch and the taste of the body that the fates had deemed to belong to him. He wanted the one, and that one was still completely oblivious to the torture inflicted on Snape by just the mention of his name. Finally Snape could take no more. He stood up and exited his rooms.

'Ah, Severus, and to what occasion might I owe this pleasure?'

Snape was standing inside the door of Dumbledore's office having already spent 10 minutes deliberating outside. He walked over and sat wearily in the chair indicated by the man.

'I take it from your hesitation that you have finally accepted what we have already told you?'

Snape nodded weakly. 'I also know who it is.'

Dumbledore's eyes were hesitant, cautious. He knew that Severus was nervous and he also knew that in his present state provocation was not a good idea.

'Severus, it is very important that you tell me who it is.'

Snape shook his head weakly and hid his face in his hands,

'Severus please, is it a student?' Snape nodded once,

'Is it a Slytherin?' A brief shake of the head this time,

'Is it a Gryffindor?' the note of excitement in the old man's voice went unheard by the raven haired man in front of him. Snape nodded.

'It's him isn't it?' Dumbledore prodded gently. Snape looked up at the man, into the blue eyes behind the half-moon spectacles, and nodded once.

'You have to tell him Severus.'

Snape stood up, agitated now, and began pacing the room in front of the desk. 'I can't tell him, Albus. He hates me! He despises me! He knows about my past with her, it's weird!'

Dumbledore had to work to suppress a grin. The raven haired man had no idea that he sounded exactly like a teenage girl at that moment. 'What if you explain to him about the process? That way at least he knows and he will have the choice' Dumbledore looked at him gravely,

'Severus, I will explain to him as best I can, but you know as well as I do that there is no choice. You are his soul mate, as he is yours. Harry Potter belongs to you as you belong to him.'

Snape sighed. He knew it was true.

'I will either send Harry to you, or send for you after I have talked to him. Take a light Calming Draught and remain in the dungeons; Dobby will arrive with Harry or for you depending on the outcome.'

Snape nodded and left the headmasters office, the dejected expression on his face startling a group of sixth years who passed him in the corridor. Snape never even noticed as he walked down the dark stairs to the dungeons.