Hello everyone I'm back again with another chapter :D and I'm happy to tell you that cooking lessons will be updated this week too. You might even get two chapters, depending on how well the next few day's go for me.

In other news. As many of you already know I have been published in real life under the pen name Rhiannon Wellman. Well, I also know that all of you have amazing ideas and talent. My editor Leona Bushman is running a writers and editors workshop its all on line and via facebook. It's to teach people how to edit their own work and what publishers are looking for. There will be quest speakers from cover artists and other published writers and even a publisher too. The closing date for this is the 5th of February. And would have to be paid by then. To book your place just message Leona, and if you can't find her message me on my facebook page and I'll put you in touch

I'm going to be a guest speaker about the difficulty of writing with dyslexia and about my beginning with Fanfiction.

I would love to see some of you there. And if anyone wanted to try to get their work published I'd do all I could to help you.

Well that was the longest AN I've ever written so thank you for reading it,

And, on with the show

Back in the potion masters rooms Harry was getting dressed. He was too excited to go back to sleep now. Harry couldn't stop the huge smile running across his face.

Harry arrived at breakfast scowling at everyone. Albus smiled warmly at him. "Severus dear boy. Did you sleep well?"

"Adequately headmaster." Harry replied stonily.

"How does it feel to be young again?" Dumbledore tried again to engage the boy in conversation. He was very good at pretending to be Severus.

"Intolerable. You try being 17 again sometime. Nothing works the way it's meant to."

Dumbledore chuckled softly. "Perhaps you should ask Harry, if you're concerned. I'm sure he knows how that body is meant to work."

Harry didn't answer he just snorted.

"Do you think you'll ever tell him?" The old man asked in a quite whisper.

"Tell him what?" Harry asked just as quietly.

"Tell him your feelings for him." Dumbledore was impressed, Harry's face didn't alter, the only give away was a momentary flash of something like hope in his eyes.

"The boy knows I hate him, I'm sure he doesn't need to be told." Harry ate some of his breakfast unable to meet Dumbledore's knowing eyes.

"You and I both know that's not true. I know you have deep feeling for Harry, Severus, and it's not hate. You should trust in them and tell him."

Harry's eyes widened. "He's just 17 and a student. It would be..." But before he could finish Dumbledore interrupted him.

"He's 17 now, and in a few short months he'll be 18 and no longer a student. And as you know there is nothing to stop you being together even before then. Follow your heart for once Severus."

Harry stood to leave. "I will consider it." With that he left.

The day was very difficult for both men. Severus never realised just how much Harry had to put up with in a day. Everyone expecting him to smile and be nice no matter what he was doing. It was no wonder Ry's homework is usually crap if he's continually getting this kind of distractions.

Harry was realising just how stupid students could be. The instructions on the board were comprehensive and easy enough to follow, and yet they still managed to blow things up. That afternoon Harry didn't have to pretend to scowl.

At seven O'clock Severus entered the potions classroom and saw Harry in his chair marking. Harry looked up and nodded. Severus came in locking and warding the door as he did so.

"How you've managed not to kill one of the little idiots is beyond me." Harry said throwing his quill down in exasperation. "Some of the drivel they write, one of them actually thought you got dragons tears by telling it bad jokes till it cried. For the love of Merlin." Harry took a deep breath and smiled. "Well that's my rant out of the way. Your go."

Severus sat down. "If one more irritating little fucker asks me if the scar transferred with my mind, I swear I'm going to skin them alive and roast them slowly on an open fire to serve as a warning to all the others to leave me the hell alone." Severus took a deep breath and gave a lopsided smile. "Your right that dose feel better."

Harry smiled in wonder at the older man. "How do you come up with that stuff?"

Severus looked sheepish. "I read a lot of Muggle books, the more graphic horror one's are full of it."

Harry nodded. "Do you want to go to your quarters and have some tea? Sal was asking after you."

"You're always trying to get me in that bedroom Ry." Harry blushed furiously. "Come on then. I think I need a stiff one inside me." Severus continued smirking slightly.

Harry started coughing, crossing the room Severus patted Harry on the back to dislodge the sweet he was choking on. "A stiff drink Mr Potter. Would you like one too? A stiff one that is." Severus couldn't help it any longer, he chuckled quietly, his hand still resting on Harry's back.

"You did that on purpose didn't you?" Harry demanded, although he couldn't quite manage to sound angry.

"I can't seem to help it, you blush very easily Ry."

"You're and evil git Sev." Harry said his eyes dancing in amusement.

"And you're an impudent brat." Both men gave a shy grin. "Come on I have a bottle of fire whisky begging to be drunk." Severus told him leading the way into the comfort of his rooms.

"The potion is on your desk. Sal's been asking for you every time I've gone in there."

"Drink's cabinet is in the corner, poor me a whiskey while I talk to him." Severus drank the potion and disappeared into the bedroom. Harry watched him go and went to pour them both a drink. It was strange to think the Severus Snape he'd known the past few years was the same man as the Sev who had come to light over the last few days. He'd never known Severus to smile so much.

Harry settled himself down on the sofa to wait.

In the bedroom.

"Hello Sal." The potion's master said, amused when the sleeping portrait jumped.

"Severus my boy. How are you? Ry told me about what that girl said. Stupid bitch." Severus couldn't help but smile at the angry man. "What are you grinning at?" Sal asked getting angrier.

"Nothing, I was just thinking, at least I know where I get my personality from."

Sal smiled now. "Yes well, that's understandable considering... Well anyway. Did Ry tell you what he did to her?" Sal asked changing the subject rapidly.

"Yeah he did... Sweet merlin I'm starting to sound like an inarticulate Gryffindor." Severus said in despair.

Sal grinned. "Ah, but Gryffindor's are good at some things. Well mine was. He was the only one who could distract me from my brewing. At least before the kids came along. But then Ric did have the most delightful methods of distracting me." Sal waggled his eyebrows.

"Mr Potter and I do not have that type of relationship, he is many years my junior. He could have anyone he wanted male or female, what would he want with me?" Severus asked not quite knowing why he was telling a portrait all of this. He'd forgotten he couldn't lie in this language.

"Severus my boy, think very carefully about what I'm about to ask you. Why would someone offer to swap lives with another person, why would they give over that much control, the ability to find out anything?" Sal asked his oblivious decedent kindly.

"So they could have the same access to that person's life." Severus said promptly.

"Right, so in simpler terms. Mr Potter gave you the opportunity to learn all about himself, the good and the bad. He trusted you with his life, simply for the opportunity to learn about you. In the time he's lived your life, has he done anything to compromise or embarrass you?"

"No," Severus admitted softly. "But why would he want to get to know me?" He asked.

"Perhaps you should ask him that." Sal said logically.

"Perhaps you are right. But not yet, we have a mission to complete tonight." Severus headed for the door.

"Good luck my boy."