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Next chapter, there will be a snarry, just be patience.

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The sudden knocking came to Harry's ears and he knew too well of who. He hadn't been too sure about this 'sleepover' plan, but it was better off to prevent difficulties on his part. They truly missed him over the years of his disappearance and respected his decision to speak nothing of what he had gone through. They held little clue of anything, yet, they were still students here. Albus had allowed it once – considering those two Gryffindor students should have graduated last year. Some of the rules have no longer applied to them like the curfews and they were adults already.

Harry answered the door willingly with his kind smile. They ran in with a small bag of their things and leapt onto him for hugs as any friends and families should be.

"Hey mate! Aren't you glad that the golden trio is back again?" The Weasely commented.

The bushy hair shook her head, "Don't mind Ron, he's not sinking in the fact you aren't going anywhere again."

Harry chuckled, "If I think growing up with you guys had changed, I would have been confused years later. Come on in, help yourself…but stay away from the desk. I have your homework out there that is set to go on Friday and Mione, don't think about it at all."

The witch frowned, but she shrugged it off to the fact they're here as guests. Ron glanced around the room quickly, but his attention kept focused on his best friend.

"Mum was happy to hear you back home. She was hoping you'd visit on the holiday." Ron brought it up.

Harry hummed and chuckled to his amusement, "I'll see what I can do." He knew they would be too furious if they weren't informed about his future mate, "I may be bringing a mate."

Hermione and Ron jerked their head to exchange some silent communication message. They weren't expecting Harry to comment something like this so soon, but they were rather glad to see that stopping Voldemort for once, and for all, did not pull him back from anything.

The young woman smiled, "Who? Why mate? You aren't a veela and you do not have animagus form…unless you secretly did that for Siri-" She stopped herself before causing some emotional situation, especially knowing how sensitive Harry was when it came to losing his last family member.

Ron took on his guard, "-serious as Professor McGonagall does for her animagus class. I would have not guessed that you have not told her your accomplishments dedicated for her." He covered up for her immediately.

Harry knew he had no time on the animagus, but he had wished he did. His mind was constantly on training and hunting all for Voldemort in a matter of revenge for all deaths.

"No, it is something I have discovered for Potter generations for traditions. I found out that, my father left me a letter to explain and that once your mind consumed by the one you think of dearly every day, become protective of them, and eager to do anything for one another. It is commonly known as Soul Twin Mate."

The witch brightened up with such knowledge, "But it is very so rare to come across to Soul Twin Mate!" She gasped, "You know who is it, Harry? Do we know her?"

Harry coughed, "Actually, him. And I have not yet told him about this soul twin mate with me."

The golden couple exchanged glances and pondered about the whole mating thing going on here, yet, they can't do much about it.

"So, are the Potters submissive or dominate?" Ron decided to learn now.

"Dominate." Harry smirked, "But, he's very stubborn."

The witch nodded, "I take it's Malfoy?"

Harry was gaining much more to his amusement, especially the red head was startled at Hermione's assumption. His head shook to answer the female before chaotic could create.

"No, I'm afraid not Draco. Right now, I would rather give him privacy and actually allow him to know first before I admit this to anyone." He hummed, "Although, I am thinking of getting the class tomorrow on an improve spelled I managed, what do both of you think?"

Hermione lit up, "Which spell? Will it be a challenge? Was this a part your training?" She had already accio'ed her notebook and quill for new discovery, anything new would capture her heart immediately, and fill her brain with more knowledge.

Ron groaned and shook his head. He headed over to the kitchen and checked the ice box…which had nothing inside of it. He shrugged it off and sat down at the couch to his possible boredom. Harry found a perfect distraction for her and it had worked out well for him.

"I thought there's going to be food here, Harry?" The Weasely had asked.

Harry chuckled, "Do not worry, the food will come soon." He turned to the young female, "The patronus is entirely different now." She gasped, "Instead of a strong and happy memory, it will be based on your strength of magic. I have no doubts anyone passed fifth years should be able to do it well. All you have to know is understanding your magic's strength."

Hermione nodded and wrote it all down while listening, Harry found this lesson for morning will be useful for everyone and his training has definitely gave him a certified expertise. Ron had found this interesting…strength of magic? He knew it was impossible to find out a way to know how powerful one can be. He was too intrigue by this sudden facts, especially when it had involved their patronus.

"How do know our magic's strength, Harry? No one has ever figured that out. All anyone ever knew is based on the experiences and energy. Is there another spell or test to find out to be sure?" She was already attacking questions as she was, but that's a Ravenclaw inside of her.

Harry nodded, "You will find out tomorrow, I needed to see how this will affect everyone."

Hermione gasped to her dying breathe to the fact she cannot find out until tomorrow! Oh, she could not wait until her class starts and see what Harry will do for their class. If anything, most people found his classes to be valuable and useful to their benefits, especially he's decent enough to hear them out and help them. Most of the professors were nowhere good as Harry has managed, but he was more trustworthy than Tom Riddles. It proved that positions can serve purposes, but it does matter in whose hand will it cause for others.

"By the way, why is Ginny no longer desire to snog me?" Harry had to ask, for further distraction.

Ron jerked his head, "You really don't know, do you?" His eyebrow rose at his best friend.

The savior shook his head, "No, I'm afraid not."

Hermione kept quiet, allowing her boyfriend to do the talking, "Well, after you disappeared, Ginny was worried for you and did everything she could to stay in training. When we got back in the sixth year, she was so into how to find you and well, Dean offered to help. They spent six months on finding a powerful spell, but it didn't work out. Ginny didn't seem to care anymore and felt you weren't her crush. You were her first friend from Hogwarts and she liked it when you treated her as a friend, but she couldn't help and not see herself with you. Dean snogged her when she admitted that and they have been dating ever since. She literally moved on, but she sometimes checked into her research to help us find you or at least know you're alive." Ron leaned back on the couch.

The emerald glistened softly, preventing them to see his true emotion inside of him, and his eyes restored to normal. Harry had found this to be less troublesome to deal with Ginny, especially she has not gone all happily around him. To think about it, he must have seen them bond and not think of them as a couple immediately.

"I'm glad she found someone…even before finding out that I am not for the taking." He smiled, pleased for her, "So, how did both of you end up together? I am truly curious…who ask out who? What was the first date like? Who kissed who?" Harry missed the socializing for the past three years, but he knew it was worth it.

Hermione walked over and plopped down on the couch with her bloke, "We were doing late night training with the Dumbledore's army." Ron nodded along, "I was trying to explain simple as anyone should understand for Patrnous charm. I couldn't handle it anymore, she was not a bright solider, and Ron came over. He told me not to forget the important part of the charm's work and that was the happiest memory. Once the girl finally got it, thankfully for his reminder. She commented how lucky to have a great bloke to look after me and love me." She chuckled.

Ron proudly smiled, "You should have heard the others' comment on how red I was as my hair! She was mainly in shock and tried to tell that Hufflepuff wrong, but everyone was gone by that point. I dragged her out of the room of requirement, so we can get over to the dormitory without trouble." His head shook, "Right before we got to the security portrait, she started barking mad with questions about the girl's accusation and ranted my ears until she was in her room. But she still didn't shut up about it until the next day and by the end of the week, I got annoyed and kissed her." His thumb directed at her.

She shrugged, "He kissed me and we felt…the spark. Now, I understood why she paired us or the rest of the classmates did. We gave it a shot and he asked me to go to Hogsmeade on his treat for the date."

Harry was pleased to see that his disappearance placed a decent affect for everyone, especially his best friends. He hadn't expected much would change like how they were between each other besides fancying one another. Hermione pointed out on the date, Ron almost spilled firewhiskey onto someone else during their date. Hermione was more than relieved from the stress or unknown trouble it may cause. Ron brought out that he made his backup research on dating a witch like her, especially she grew up in the muggle world half her life. She was impressed with the mix of courting and muggle dating traditions. They went on about a few dates here and there, completely distracted or thinking anything about his training or finding out the story of how Voldemort is defeated.

Harry had his house elf prepared their dinner and snacks during their story. Ron ate like a slob pig he was, but he fixed up immediately before his girlfriend could complain. The Gryffindors hasn't had this kind of a bond before or an attempt to catch up for so long. Harry struggled to regain the familiar friendship he recognized and missed for almost four years of their lives.

Harry told them that he had developed about a hundred and three spells through different reasons, but they were useful in his difficult time of needs. There were only ten spells he used to stop the one-who-will-not-be-named. They wanted to know, but the yawning made it to a point they needed sleep. Well, aside from Harry since he hasn't slept for two to three years now. He stood up and headed over to his counter. He reached teacup that was already filled half way of sleep potion. He was nervous for the first time in his life to sleep, yet, at the same time, excited.

"Alright, how about both of you can take my bed for the night? I got it washed immediately this morning." He smiled – knowing that was a lie, but they won't know that, "I want to sleep on my couch for a change." He smiled, "So, cast the pyjamas charm and brush up for the night. We have classes to deal with." Harry hasn't thought of saying those words before, he had practically thought he'd die while killing Voldemort.

The golden couple groaned, desperately eager to stay up, and bond a bit more. However, Harry chose to play careful or they'd suspect his lack of tiredness or sleep. However, they knew classes came first above all. They got up, used the charm under their best friend's supervision, and went off to fresh up for the night. Harry sighed and glanced down at the cup. The dark blue…he had always wondered what it would be like to sleep. If he can sleep, he can truly be grateful for Professor Snape for giving him an opportunity like this. He walked over to the couch – while wandlessly and wordlessly appearing his nightwear – and he sat down. He heard them coming out, so he took a few sips.

They were happily excited, but tired, to be here. They took his bed and got under the cover. Hermione and Ron snuggled up with each other comfortably. Harry snapped his fingers to allow all lights to go out, but he slowly set down his cup. His eyelids dripped down, his mind relaxed, and everything was out of the light for him.

…

The soft voices were calling him out. They sounded almost…worried? Harry fought so hard, clicking his mind to wake up, and felt frighten about something. He couldn't stand it and felt like it had gone for hours already. He could almost hear their words almost.

"He's not waking up, Ron!" Someone told him.

A soft groaning of frustration grew in, "I know! I used every trick to wake him up! Nothing's working, Mione!"

There was a brief of silence…Harry was puzzled by their wording, but he kept feeling like the need to run. Where was his magic to get him out of this? He could not apparate out of this right now. It could not be good. Has someone spelled his magic core for temporary short out? He struggled to find a connection to open his eyes, but nothing had worked out for him well. He had almost felt like burning on fire…and sensed another threats in his way.

'You have a mate? Foolish child! I shall kill him in your very eyes. I shall make you suffer, Harry Potter!' The voice had echoed throughout his mind.

He sneered at those words, ready to pounce into an attack, and kill him. He wanted to kill that man who had threatened his mate! His sneering turned into a vicious growling.

"Oh, Merlin, beard…he must have drank sleep potion, but I don't understand why." The young female commented.

"Why would he drink that stuff? Shouldn't it be dreamless potion instead?" The woman's partner commented.

"I don't know. You know how closed off he has been since he came home. I think getting him to Madame Promfrey will get this situation sorted out." She insisted from her tone.

"Alright, I'll levitate him, you just make him quiet or something."

Harry couldn't understand why take him to the Promfery's office or the med wing. This was not good…he needed to get back to his waking reality and explain that nightmares has been like this for ages. He can't tell them or let them know of thing about his lack of sleep.

Then he had realized why he was in such burning pain. He wasn't taking his tea intake. He needed to scream for tea, but no one knew he needed that. He wasn't too certain of what may be going on currently. He suspected they were taking him over to the medi-witch right now and he ought to wake up.

"Ah, Miss Granger and Mr. Weasely, out of bed after curfew, aren't we? That will be-"

"-Look, we need to get Harry to med-wing, professor Snape. He isn't waking up."

Hermione barked at the man, but Harry found himself confused…why would-

It was the connection already. Harry should have suspected that, but he was surprised to see the man already found them in such late hours. He needed to use the map again.

"-Is there anything uncertain happened in his sleep?" The professor asked.

"Yes, he drank this sleep potion. We didn't know until we found it next to the couch of his'. He can't wake up, but he's been screaming…saying some things that aren't normal. Well, in our views."

"I see he finally decide to test that," He hummed heavily, "Promfrey will not help him. Get him back to his quarter now. I know a substance that will help."

Harry couldn't tell what was much of going on, but he knew it was this serious. He was in this much trouble. Both of his friends hummed quietly and he could hear their footsteps running quickly. What was going on?

Everything was too quiet…

'Ah, Severus. My most loyal follower…it's ashamed. He will have to die for my honor to make you suffer.'

Harry wanted to launch at the menace man! How dare he?! Everything was burning so drastically. The heat became too unbearable to handle and urged to escape already. He couldn't understand a thing.

Something has had been slipping down in his mouth and it forced him to swallow down. It was helping the heat more than usual and everything began to fade away. His arms felt like good drop from the air and everything was returning. His mind was clicking back to reality and his emerald eyes snapped open before him.

Hermione was standing closely to Ron's side, while as Ron held her to stay strong for this matter, and they were too concern. In front of him, Severus was sitting down where he laid and held a cup of tea. It was the tea he had had needed to drink.

"Potter, you are an idiot like your father. Take a dreamless potion next time?" He scowled at the savior.

Harry noticed the man's expression was not to discourage him, it meant return the favor soon. His eyes rolled and he knew his friends were going to be wondering too much.

"Fine. I'll pick one up before I take the sleep potion. Is tonight fine with you?" He commented quickly.

Severus nodded briefly and left the room immediately. He refused to show any signs that he had been in here before. Granger and Weasely were too quiet and Harry was not pleased to their behavior. Once they were finally alone, they gave him looks of confusion and scared for life towards him. Harry sat up and looked at them.

"Harry…you were screaming and fighting around so much in your sleep," Ron frowned.

Hermione agreed, "That and you drank sleep potion? You do realize it's more for people who cannot sleep for days. You don't even have dark circles under your eyes before you took this potion." She kept pouting, "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

Harry did not think of much of his mind. It was still too fresh about Voldemort…how Voldemort threatened to kill his mate, even his mate's being clueless currently at that time up until he tells him. The trick was…how to approach this matter without difficulty?

"I've been doing this for quite a while, actually…after I killed you-know-who. It's an ugly battle. I must have forgotten to set on the silent charm before going to sleep." He covered it up well, at least it was a half-truth.

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances about their wizard friend here. They knew too well how closed off he will be about the past, but they did not want to lose him over this. The bushy hair girl sighed and looked at the savior directly.

"Why didn't you warn us," She asked, "We could have helped you with-"

Harry shook his head, "-No. I am fine. I only needed to make sure I received plenty of hours of sleep and doing what I need to do. It's a battle that went quickly, but I ensure you that it does not bother me. I only did it to protect everyone and it was for Sirius and my future mate." He declared.

He stood up and walked over to his counter, writing down on his note pad to request tea and crackers, and waited for its to come. He checked the time and realized it was an hour away from getting his usual class preparation ready. It was not that bad…considering that he managed to sleep this long. It's been ages since then.

"Harry, you were screaming…swore too, mate. You screamed along the line of if he touch your Snape, that you will tear him apart to teach him in his place. That no one touch your Snape?" Ron spoken up about this.

"You were rather…aggressive and protective from the sound of it." The witch gulped, "Harry, what's going on? What happened that day?" She insisted to know.

The teacup appeared and his eyes picked up to glance at them shortly. He could see how they desperately wished to be the golden trio they knew and loved. Could have he dragged them into his private studying, would they still stall the times in given matter? Possibly yes…most likely. He wouldn't have gotten this strong, but he has changed completely.

"Voldemort found out who is my soul twin mate by invading my mind. He made a threat and I took an attack to prevent the threat from delivering. Does…" Harry could not help himself, worried if his method would be failing on him now.

Hermione shook her head, "No. I muffled you, but…how long have you known it was him?"

Ron kept quiet, avoided to interfere her ways of reaching to him without trouble, and he waited quietly. Harry picked up his tea and sipped it to ease down the side effect a bit more for himself. What the man did was correct to help him, especially he hasn't had any tea over eight hours. This was new impact for him.

"During the middle of lessons with him. I was confused at first, but I chose not to question it. After Sirius passed away, I panicked for Professor Snape's safety. Albus didn't know until I returned a week before school has started. I didn't know until someone noticed the resemblance of my behavior. However, I did research and Potter generations are considered common enough for soul twin mate." Harry shook his head, "However, I had to provide all safety and nonthreatening for him…whether he likes it or not." He declared.

"So…when are you going to inform Professor Snape?" The witch asked.

Harry drank his tea and thought about this thoroughly. They handled well with his twin soul mate, but they hadn't suspected much of anything else.

"He has to come to me on his term." Harry told them, "Hermione, how well do you know of the Augendae plus Nocte is equal to?"

The brown eyes snapped enough to get Ron startled. Harry hummed, just as he has suspected that she would know, and considering she reads almost everything in the world to know everything.

"Don't you dare tell me you cast those spells, Harry!"

He softly chuckled, "Too late, for years' matters."

"So that's why with the sleep potion?! Are you stupid!? That put you at more risk than you realize! What were you thinking?" She was on the range.

Ron puzzled about the two spells Harry had mentioned. The savior knew too well, but he needed more insight about the Forever Awake's work.

"Mione, what's wrong?" Ron asked.

Her head shook, "When using Augendae and Nocte spells within twenty-four hours, it combined together to become the Forever Awake spell. That, he can become a similar monster, but he must avoid the rare star aligned night and day by going underground or basement to prevent that. Now, it made sense. You needed to drink herbal tea for amount of time and what we had witnessed is the strongest point." She glared at the savior, "You should have had us with you, Harry."

Ron gasped and glared along with his girlfriend, especially she had a great point at the moment.

"I know you have every right to be mad, but I did not read the entire book. I had to go through all the spells listing and understanding its purposes. Now, Snape only knows that I can't sleep as well as Albus. However, Snape should be the only one to know. The reason I tell you of Forever Awake is if I go into those aftereffect. I want him to feel he can help me."

"But it was stupid not to read into these things first. You have to understand them and its history. Merlin! If I had those time turner right now, I would have made sure we were with you and save you from-"

Harry jerked his head at her, "You do that, then the entire timeline will be altered. What I been through is not for the mind and human to handle. I've seen and done things that you could not possibly imagine, Hermione, I know damn well of that." He snatched his tea and couple of crackers to head over to the other side of the room.

Harry grabbed one of the black books and flipped several pages to what he was looking for. Hermione and Ron were startled and taken by his outburst of anger. They haven't seen him in such full blast of attitude before. Harry slammed the book down on the desk, causing the golden couples to jump, and the tension rose. His thumb pointed at the book, his emerald eyes glued to the words, and his voice picked up.

"…sleep is no longer a part of my life. I have yet to see another side of the world. A world where one cannot speak of others. Pain is not only physical, but mentally. It push, push, and push to the point where the sense of letting go, but no avail to an escape. Everything is much…darker. Mind consumed by evil, easy life, and dreadful path. Where one blood draws, gains in another advantage of life, and power develops. A monster is where blood existed its purposes. A human in near sight…innocent or evil, the lives are played in my very hand. To fight between the dark side, I held desired to live through that. It seems beneficial for my purposes…a practice. No. Lights must win, but how? How can light win? No longer sleeping played a bigger role now. More time to train, more focus on situation, more work out time, more hunting, and understanding ways. Being dark is the replacement of my sleep now. Dark helps to guide light to balance good and evil, especially Voldemort. It gave me ideas how to kill him aside from the unforgivable killer curse. If one will begin their interests of how Voldemort dies or get killed…they might attempt to read my mind in the opening…no, they do not want to see the unforgivable scene…minding the fact I am not innocent I used to be…but, who is? No sleep meant for the exchange of darkness to a part of life." Harry drew back from the book, he wrote this…knowing it was his way of venting this out entirely.

It had saved him from so much problems, but gave him reasons to keep going and do this to stop Voldemort. His emerald eyes turned and found strictly ill Gryffindors. They were shocked, but he knew this was minimal for their mental mind could truly handle.

"Now, you understand?" His eyes narrowed at them.

They jumped back from his mood. The golden couples should have had known better, but what could they do? Nothing…but the silent could not be much of a help at all. They were learning, but this has not the Harry they knew of.

"Are you saying that because of Forever Awake, that it helps you to kill Voldemort? Harry, don't you rather be back to the familiar self? It sounds like with absolute no sleep, you're turning over to the actual dark side. How do we not know that you won't become the next-you-know-who?" The witch feared for him.

Harry chuckled, "Frightful, aren't you? I am afraid I have no reasons to dominate the world…unless Snape wants me to, then I would do it for him."

Ron was paler than a ghost, "What!? Oh, merlin! Hermione, cure him or something! Don't you know a spell to remove that…uh, no sleep curse thing!?"

The savior rolled his eyes, "I doubt Snape would care about that. Besides, both of you wanted to learn about my adventures…now you understand, but if I do hear that you betray me. It will not be pretty." His eyes turned darker than usual.

Hermione and Ron knew better. Harry was pleased to see what would be settled out of them. It had been ages he had confessed this to anyone personally. This had proven loyalty in their friendship and they had passed – mentally, not sure.

A knut for thoughts?

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