Note: Please ignore all comments in parenthesis, my friend went through this chapter and found it so funny to write them all. Unless you like them and then I could get her to do it next chapter too…

Severus stood at the back of the crowd. In the front was an empty coffin. No one knew he was here, except Remus. The werewolf's eyes were full of pain. They invited Severus to come up and stand beside him where he belonged. Severus hesitated and considered leaving, but then he did. Gasps were heard and Potter and company sounded as if they wished him harm, but even they couldn't stop him from being at his husband's funeral.

Remus looked at Severus, his heart filled with sorrow. He knew somewhat how Severus felt, but not exactly.

Flashback

"Who do you think you are? I am better than you'll ever be!"

"Please Peter! I love you!" Remus pleaded with tears in his eyes. "Please!"

"No! I don't care what you feel! My master would be greatly displeased," Peter answered.

"No!" The walls of the Shrieking Shack closed in on him. Remus heard Peter mutter a spell under his breath. Remus's world went black. From above in the darkness he heard someone whisper, "I love you Remus. Don't ever forget that."

End of Flashback

Harry was in outrage. How dare that man come to Sirius's funeral, how dare he? But then Harry noticed something shocking, Snape was crying! No, he was sobbing, his entire body shaking through what appeared to be grief. Stranger still, Remus was comforting him! Dumbledore got up and began the service.

"We are here to mourn the loss of a great man, Sirius Orion Black-Snape." You could have heard a pin drop.

Black-Snape? Harry looked wildly around, suddenly panicked. What had Snape done? Sirius, as far as Harry knew (which possibly wasn't that far), hated Snape. Always looking for something to boost his popularity (little snot that he is) Harry made up his mind to find out what was going on.

"What the hell do you mean Black-Snape?" Harry asked, all eyes were on him.

"If we were in school, Mr. Potter," Snape said, getting himself more under control. "I would have to take points off from Gryffindor for sheer stupidity. I would think that the last name would be a dead give away that Sirius and I were married.

"M-married?" Harry squeaked (not helping his misunderstood teenager image). "You hated each other!"

"Hate is a very strange thing, Mr. Potter," Severus said, attempting to sneer but failing.

"What do you mean? Hate is simple! You hate someone, you avoid them and plague them!" Harry was angry (his poor little mind was on the overload), and he wanted to know what was going on between Snape and his godfather (since simple ideas like marriage were so hard for him to grasp).

"That's what I thought, too," A strange look crossed over Snape's face.

"Mr. Potter, have you ever heard of anorexia?" Harry visibly stiffened.

"Are you trying to tell me Sirius was- was," Harry couldn't say it (speech therapy wasn't working). Snape shook his head.

"No, I'm the one with the problem."

"Why do I care?" Harry asked coldly (unsympathetic to the one person who received more fan attention then himself).

"You wanted to know what happened between Sirius and I and my disease is a key part in it."

Snape took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Potter, while Sirius would agree you deserve to know almost everything, now is not the time nor the place. Speak to me afterwards and I'll see what I can tell you." Snape turned back to look at Dumbledore who nodded and continued.

"Sirius was a strong man in life and he shall be a strong man in death where he shall be welcomed into heaven with open arms-" Harry listened but he was still troubled (the drugs they had been giving him were wearing off). He wanted to know what was going on (the pretty picture Snape had painted for him didn't help: he was colorblind). He couldn't wait for this funeral to be over (when he would finally get all of Sirius money). Not only was it his godfather's funeral but there was something wrong with Snape too.

"Please, as you go, remember Sirius as the kind man who he was, and all of his good traits," Dumbledore finished. Glad that the service was over, but unhappy because of the absence of Sirius (who was still on vacation in the Bahamas, though Harry had thought he'd have cut his trip short to come to his own funeral), Harry went outside to wait for Snape.

"It'll be all right, Severus," Lupin said. Snape's eyes flickered briefly to Lupin, filled with gratitude before he swept off. His cloak, however, didn't quite have its normal billowing.

"Explain," Harry said the second Snape was beside him.

"Walk with me," Snape replied. "I don't want anyone else to overhear, not yet." Harry agreed, wanting to hear the story before anyone else (and get full rights to it so he could publish it).

"You know I am a spy," Snape began.

"How did you know that?" Harry asked (acting for the sake of the plot) temporarily amazed.

"I'm a spy, noticing things is what I do," Snape said dryly. "Anyway, as you know the dark lord is not kind to anyone and about a year ago, right when I returned, He decided to test my loyalty."

"He tortured you," Harry said, understanding (though why other writers think that he is now traumatized due to seeing death eater meetings is odd, since they are really quite enjoyable). Snape nodded.

"I was badly hurt and Lupin's flat was the closest place. When I arrived I was horrified to find that out of all the people that could be there, it was Black."

"What happened?" Harry asked, not paying attention (to anything) to where he was walking. Hr tripped on a piece of stray stone (and a great chorus of laughter followed). By reflex, or perhaps for some other reason, Snape reached out and caught him by the hand.

"Continue," Harry said coldly, trying to hide the (love for this great man) curiosity and pain in his voice (you see he broke a nail).

"Black, if anything, was worse than Voldemort's torture. I won't go into details, as some of them may be…inappropriate, for a child such as you," Snape tried to add in some of his usual sarcasm and sneer but failed miserably (we all weep for him).

"Tell me," Harry said intently (wanting to hear all the details from behind closed doors). "I don't care how bad it is, after experiencing (things I shouldn't have) death, I should be able to know what happened." Snape smiled wryly.

"I suppose what I said came out wrong to you, you see, Sirius was nice, sickeningly so to me."

"What?" Harry gasped (thinking perhaps Snape was schizophrenic, or being written by two different writers, which would explain his sudden changes in the story line).

Flashback

"Snape?" Sirius asked. The bloodied figure gave a moan in reply. Sirius knelt down to get a better look.

"Holy shit…" How could anyone be so cruel to his followers? Sirius wondered. Gently, Sirius lifted up Severus' broken form. He's far too light, Sirius realized. Carefully, Sirius entered the house, trying not to move or hit any of Severus's broken bones as it was obvious his arm was broke in at least two places and Sirius had no doubt that most, if not all, of his ribs were broken as well. He lay him down on the couch in the flat with no regard for the damage Severus's blood would cause to the couch. Remus wouldn't mind, especially when he found out who's blood it was (Remus always was jealous that it was between Sirius and Severus that something 'clicked').

In truth, Sirius had been dreaming of this day (the one where he finally got to see Snape naked…because he had to fix his wounds) for several years now, ever since he had first laid eyes on Snape (he always knew that Snape would end up in trouble- though he had tried to prevent it- after, that is, trying to kill him). As a young student at Hogwarts it had been hard to conceal his fascination with the Slytherin. James had been the first to figure it out (and disappointed to at that, since he had been in love with Sirius at the time) and ever since then, he and Lupin (the second to know and the next object of James's affection- this time lost to Wormtail: James had horrid luck) were able to get together and try to fix them up (unsuccessfully- if you hadn't guessed).

Sirius's Dream (About Severus)

Severus stood in a corner while everyone else passed him by. Sirius tried to get to him but the crowd kept holding him back.

"Severus!" Sirius cried. Severus turned to look, his eyes hollow and sad.

"Don't," came the silky voice. " I don't want to be saved." Sirius tried harder to get to him but Severus turned and disappeared.

End Dream

Sirius shot up and immediately sensed something wrong. Severus, he thought immediately. He ran over to where he had laid Severus once his wounds had been tended to as best Sirius could but found him gone. Fear gripped his heart as he rushed to the door. Just outside he found Severus trying to leave.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?" Sirius asked furiously. "You're in no condition to go anywhere!"

"Black," Snape tried to sneer, but it came more out as a grimace of pain. "You don't want me here and I have to say Lucius Malfoy would take better care of me and he's a death eater through and through." That stung Sirius but he tried not to show it.

"Fine, then stay here tonight and go to him for treatment tomorrow," Sirius said in what he hoped was a convincing tone of voice. And Snape ended up staying the night (though in another room to Sirius's eternal sorrow) but Sirius had a feeling that it had more to do with Severus passing out right then more than anything else. But it worked for him.

End Flashback

"Sirius wouldn't, he couldn't, he didn't," Harry stammered (cursing Sirius for getting to make a move before he could).

"Why not?" Snape asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because," Harry said lamely (only way he could). Snape snorted.

"How clever, Mr. Potter, but do you wish me to continue or would you prefer to have some mindless chatter. Because if you do, then I'm sure your little friends could help you with that."

"No, please continue," Harry said hurriedly (hoping to find a way he could to Snape).

"Very well…

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