Summary: Harry Potter is trying to finish Hogwarts after the defeat of Voldemort, Snape, and Harry accidentally ingest a student's altered Love Potion.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Any of it and I'm not making any money from this. It sucks, I know.

Warnings: This story contains detailed Male on male sex. Consensual and Non-consensual sex due to a love potion. If this offends you in any way please don't continue.

A/N: This is my first Fanfic. Ever. Please be story smashed into my skull and wouldn't leave until I wrote it down. In this story Harry just turned 17, So not to confuse you, everything follows canon except that Snape and Dumbledore never die, and their ages.

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Harry Potter stepped off the Hogwarts Express for the first time since the Battle of Hogwarts. He was seventeen now and he was back to finally finish his last year with his best friend Hermione Granger. It would just be the two of them as their other best friend Ron Weasley, had decided to help his brother George with his shop, Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes. It was surreal being back where it all started or ended. The War. The tiresome War against Voldemort, the War they had inherited.

The day after the Battle of Hogwarts Harry, Ron, and Hermione had helped the teachers, Order members, and Ministry Officials remove the dead from the grounds. It was heartsickning work, long, depressing, anyone who bore the Dark Mark was immediately removed from the Castle to the Ministry as to be respectful to the living, as they mourned the ones who fought and lost their lives in the battle.

Harry went to the Burrow with Ron and Hermione and slept for what felt like days, ate until they couldn't and mourned.
They attended the funerals for who they could, the dead were so many, many funerals overlapped. For Harry's birthday he had asked for a memorial of sorts. Instead of mourning those they lost he wanted people to come and share a memory, a story of a loved one. He wanted to help the Wizarding community heal. And heal they had.
The beginning of the school year had been delayed for a month so the final repairs on the Castle could be completed. So it was a chilly October first that the first students stepped off the express to a whole new, repaired Hogwarts.

"Harry!" Harry looked to who had called his name and saw Neville Longbottom hailing him from within the crowd.
"Hey," he replied as Hermione came to stand beside him. Hermione waved Neville over as Harry grabbed his shoulder bag off the ground.
"weird huh?" said Neville. "yeah, no boats" replied Hermione. "it different not seeing Hagrid taking the first years to the Castle that way."
"yeah, but Dumbledore wanted a show of solidarity when we returned this year. Hey, extra carriages means we don't have to be squashed into one."
Headmaster Dumbledore had sent word with their Hogwarts letters that he wanted the students to arrive together this year. All on the carriages. First years were to go to a marked door off to the side of the entrance hall to be sorted. Even if it was safe since Voldemort's demise, the Wizarding World was still very paranoid.

Harry started to a carriage that was empty so far. "I can't wait to eat, I'm starving." He said. "Are you channeling Ron?" Asked Hermione as she stepped into the carriage.
"I don't think the Elves would know what to do with the leftovers from Ron not here to devour them. I'll be doing them a favor." Chuckled Harry.
Hermione snorted, "I'm sure they would be pleased."

The ride to the castle was short, thankfully, as they marched up to the doors, the Prefects were waiting, having arrived first to herd the firsties to the side door. Harry and Hermione took seats at the Gryffindor table, as the rest of the students filed in.
Harry looked to the long table to see all the staff already assembled, with only Professor Mcgonagall missing, as Deputy head she was to speak to the first years and bring them to be sorted.
He saw Hagrid smiling and waving at the students, Snape was there too, looking a little paler than usual, and not as menacing, as if the reason to hate the world was gone. And it was. He caught Harry's eyes, expression unreadable before he looked away.
Harry tuned out the sorting thinking about how he felt about Snape now, now that he knew everything.

Harry thought that it would be hard to not hate Snape, but in actuality it was easier than breathing. Years of animosity, gone. Just like that, knowing that Snape had protected him, had loved his mother, Snape was every bit the Hero that the world thought Harry was.
He felt an elbow lightly bump his side. "It is a pleasure, the greatest pleasure to see you all back to a new year at Howarts, alive and well. We want to start this year off with a moment of silence for the ones who gave their lives at this very castle." Said Dumbledore. It was startling for Harry to glance up and see dumbledore without his customary twinkle in his eye as he gazed at the students assembled. Equally as shocking was that Dumbledore was not dressed in some garish ensemble that was his trademark. His robes were a deep dark black. Harry then looked and saw, other than Hagrid of course, all the Professors were dressed in the same deep black robes. Harry figured it was in respect for the dead.
Belatedly he remembered to bow his head in silence, thinking of all he lost, all they lost.
Sirius.
Remus.
Tonks.
His parents.
Fred.
Hedwig and more, sometimes the tally of the dead suffocated Harry, making it hard to breathe from the sheer incredulity of it all. It had taken a while for Harry to get passed the panic attacks that occured when he thought of the war overcame him.

Lost in his own thoughts Harry was startled by the appearance of food on the tables, Guess he was so lost in thought he mused thorough the Sorting and Dumbledore's announcements. Eating his fill, he listened to the chatter around him. It actually wasn't much, as most of everyone hadn't recovered from the respectful silence, He understood he had no real reason to converse either. Finally, Dumbledore stood and bid the students good night. Harry was looking forward to crashing on his bed in blissful oblivion.