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"Harry..." It can't be. Shiro can't be Harry, it's not possible. I started when vibrant green eyes looked up at me.

"Harry." I whispered again, my hands still on his cheek. As his green eyes widened slightly, I blinked. And found myself standing outside Shiro's door as if I never went inside. I blinked again, in mild confusion.

"What the bloody hell just happened?" I spoke to the door, before opening it again. This time, however, I was met with Shiro sitting in bed, wide awake. He was reading a book, his legs covered with the blankets. I stopped in the doorway as he looked up at me.

"Thank you for tending to my wound. I suppose you have some questions for me, again." He spoke softly, watching as I came into his room.

"You…Harry, I just saw Harry." I spoke, confused.

"What are you talking about?" Shiro seemed just as confused.

"I just came in here a few minutes ago and saw Harry in the bed, but then I found myself outside the door as if nothing happened."

"Sleep walking, maybe?" I furrowed my brow.

"Don't be preposterous, I was wide awake." Then, I remembered something, "you spoke parseltongue." I fixed my gaze on him, assessing his reaction.

"What? Now who is being utterly ridiculous; I don't even like snakes." I sighed, not finding any hint the have lied. Maybe I imagined that as well. No… I don't imagine things, it just doesn't happen. What I saw and heard were real. The question is, how, and why? I sighed.

"So…why are you here in the middle of the night, Severus?" I tried to hide my slight flinch as the nightmare I had returned to memory.

"Severus?" I closed my eyes, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"I see." Shiro sighed.

"You see what?" I looked back up at him.

"Stay here for the night, if you need. I'm feeling rather cold and lonely anyways." I watched a he marked his page before letting the book fall to the floor with a dull thud.

"I am not a child in need of comfort." I growled out lightly.

"Yes, I know this. But I can feel your warmth all the way over there. Unless you want me to get sick, then by all means return to your own cold bed." I frowned. What's he talking about, it's not even cold in here, and my bed is quite warm. I heaved another sigh, resigned to staying here.

"Fine, move over." I rolled my eyes at Shiro's grin. Climbing under the sheets, I tense when he moved closer to me.

"Thank you Severus." I allowed myself a light smile, relaxing against his back. As he fell asleep, I tentatively wrapped an arm around his waist, soon following him into a calm slumber

Harry POV

I blinked, wondering why I felt so warm and comfortable. As last night returned to memory, I groaned.

Crawling out of bed, a tempus showed it was six am. Looking back at a still sleeping Severus, I sighed again.

"I'm sorry, just a bit longer, Severus." I left intent on taking a show. The wound, thanks to my unnaturally fast healing, had closed up. It had been inflicted by a werewolf that forgot his wolfsbane potion. It's been two months since Severus healed almost completely. Four months since I escaped. Severus will be ready to learn everything in two weeks, maybe three. My almost slip up yesterday wasn't good. I wasn't expecting him to come to my room, so I left up all glamours so I could actually rest. When he blinked, I did a small spell that caused him to go back to other other side of my door, like nothing happened. From his countenance I knew he had some kind of nightmare, therefore I got him to stay for the night.

Getting dressed, I left to the kitchen and summoned the days Daily Profit. It took a drink of some orange juice but nearly choked when I saw the front page headline.

Harry Potter(Boy –Who-Lived) is Dead!?

I see... They finally gave up on the body being a fake. Took them long enough, even if it is a few weeks earlier than I thought they would take. I suppose it won't hurt to go ahead and put my plan into motion. Shoving the paper in a drawer, I left to my room again. Silently walking to my table, I released the concealment on the top. I had created a small area on it that opens to a compartment. I kept one thing in here; my bracelet. I pulled the bracelet out, replacing the concealing charm on the compartment. The bracelet was simple enough; a black metal, with small silver studs on two sides of it. Sliding it on, so there was a stud on both sides of my wrists, I hissed a few simple words;

*today, 30 minutess* and inwardly smiled as the words appeared in gild on the underside of the bracelet. I added this little aspect the last second, as all of the other trinkets were connected to mine. While those with a bracelet see words, the others will hear the words being spoken in their mind as I speak them, and they understand every spoken word. This is a very a very old and ancient spell, one I found useful. Turning to leave, I momentarily stopped in the doorway to once more look at the peacefully sleeping Severus Snape.

"Sorry, I'll be back, Severus." I sighed, leaving the room.

"You called, master?" I looked up from my book, smirking as Lucius walked in with Hermione and Ron.

"Good, 20 minutes early, Malfoy. You brought the other two was well. Did you see the paper?" I stood, walking over to them.

"Yes, so it is time then?" Lucius asked, standing from his knee as I motioned him to. Rom and Hermione stayed standing, though I paid them no mind, for now.

"Yes, it is time to make a true appearance and show the fools of the light a lesson. It will happen tomorrow at noon. Ron and Hermione, it is time to put you to the test."

Severus POV

Gone without a word, again. Damn it, where the fuck does he go that hinders his ability to notify me in some way? I growled, wrapping a towel around my waist. Returning to my room, I glanced at my clothes. Giving a low sigh, I put on a plain black, long sleeved shirt, and black plants. Lunch sounds good, seeing how it was about 11o 'clock.

Picking up the freshly made coffee, I leaned on the counter and calmly looked around. As always, the room was pretty clean. Shiro hardly ever lets this place get dirty. However, as I walked over to the microwave after it dinged, something caught my eye. Strange, he never leaves a drawer open like that; there's even paper sticking out of it. Wait, why is there paper in a kitchen drawer? Walking over, I sat my coffee down and pulled the paper out, freezing as I read the headline. Harry…Harry is… no, that can't be right. It's not possible. I slumped to my knees, shaking, as the paper fell from my hands. Harry potter is dead. I looked back at the fallen paper, another article catching my attention.

A New Dark Lord?!

Almost a month ago, raids have risen in number once gain. At each raid, numerous Death Eaters were spotted. Can this be an attempt at revenge for You-Know-Who, or is the work of a new Dark Lord? At each attack, things happened differently from the past raids. These raids ended with multitudes of damage, many injured, and none dead. Even stranger is that no one was harmed with an unforgivable. During the most recent raid, lead by Lucius Malfoy, we learned one shocking truth. There is a new Dark Lord. We know not what he looks like, but we do know he goes by Zephis. These are Lucius Malfoys' words as the raid began. "Beware, those of the light. Cower in fear like the pathetic beings you are. We are not here for revenge; we are here on orders from the new Dark Lord. Yes, the next Lord is rising and coming into power. He goes by the name of Zephis!" With this conformation, everyone is advised to be on their guard once again.

I swallowed; this gives me my answer then. I am going to leave this house and join the Dark Lord. I'll need Lucius to help me. I'm sorry, Shiro. I must go; for Harry.