Yay! The confusion is over. I am bringing Harry back from the future. Because I feel like it, and because I have a...PLAN! I thought it out last night and I have new twists and turns and all that good stuff coming up. And the good news? Well I shall be getting the romance show on the road soon. However, this isn't going to be smutty. I don't write that stuff...because I can't. This will be sweet 'I've found my true love and soul mate' kinda thing, because I want it to be. But there will be romance and snogging and what not very soon! As in after the next four chapters. I have to kill somebody first.

Harry followed the house elf down toward the dungeons. He was confused. 'Why would I live down here?' he wondered. He would have never guessed that he would have chosen to live down in the dungeons. He had always thought that, if he'd gotten a job at Hogwarts, he'd live near Gryffindor tower. 'Things change I guess.'

The house elf came to a stop in front of the most interesting painting. It depicted a scene of a great battle. A man and a boy stood together. They held hands and had their wands pointed at a tall, ghostly looking man. Harry thought he had seen the scene before. Somewhere. He had an odd sense of deja vu whenever he looked at it.

"Is Master Harry ok?" the house elf asked.

Harry jumped and looked down at the house elf. He had forgotten she was there. "Sorry...How do I get in?"

"Cadence thinks Mister Potter should talk to the painting!" Cadence squeaked before disappearing.

"Right then." Harry cleared his throat and looked at the painting. "Excuse me?"

The two holding hands looked over at him and he gasped. One of them was him, and the other was...the other was Professor Snape. Harry blinked and shook his head. He thought about where he had seen it again. It had been when he was passed out. He had been facing off against Voldemort, and they had killed him. He and Professor Snape had killed him.

'That must have happened in this reality.' Harry thought with a smile. He brushed his bangs from his eyes, and refocused his attention to the people in the painting.

"Um, yeah...I need to get in, but I don't know how." Harry said in a rushed way.

"Well I don't handle the passwords. Not my job. Severus let me in." the Harry from the painting said.

"It's not like I know the password either. Was there a password? Because if there was I did not get that memo." The Severus from the painting said,

The two began to fight in a friendly sort of way, but Harry was getting really annoyed.

"Would you just let me in!" he yelled, exasperated.

The two abruptly stopped bickering and stared at him in shock. The painting swung open and Harry stalked in. He took a deep breath to calm himself and he surveyed his surroundings.

The living room was very sparse. A grand fire place stood unlit. The creme carpet was very clean, and the beige sofa looked very comfortable. The beige walls were adorned with three different paintings. One of fireworks, one of a pond, and the third of a family having a picnic. Harry didn't think he used this room often. He went into the next room to find a kitchen. It was the sort a master chef would use. It had everything he would need to cook amazing meals.

"Looks like I can cook." Harry said grinning like a loon. He'd always wanted to be a chef.

The next room was a study. It had a fire place also, but this one looked used. There was a desk with scattered papers and quills everywhere. The wall was covered with bookshelves which were filled with books of different kinds. Harry walked over and pulled one out. It was a muggle novel, Dracula. Harry laughed at his odd taste and moved on after putting the book back.

He moved into the bedroom. Clothes were scattered everywhere, and his bad was unmade. The butter yellow sheets tangled at the foot of the bed. The walls were a pale gold and made Harry think of the morning sun. He walked over to the side of the bed and looked at the night stand. There was a picture in a blue frame. He picked it up and stared at the picture. It was a picture of Professor Snape. He didn't look as if he new the picture was being taken. He lounged under a tree reading a book. He had a small smile on his face.

It was a perfect picture. Harry smiled again as he put it down. 'He looked happy.' Harry thought. Beside the picture was a bouquet of roses. 'I wonder who there from.' Harry thought as he picked up the card.

Harry,

Happy anniversary love.

Always,

Severus

Harry looked confused. Anniversary? What was that all about?

"You look confused." A voice said from a doorway behind him.

Harry whipped around to meet the laughing eyes of Severus Snape.

"Anniversary?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. Our anniversary is today. Well...it was."

"We're married? Seriously?" Harry asked his eyes widening.

"No. We decided that neither of us was ready for that. We just celebrate the day we realized we were in love." Severus said, a sad smile marring his features.

"Then...I've ruined it. I can't do that." Harry said. He had never seen his professor so laid back and easy. He couldn't ruin that. He had to get back.

"I have to get back.." he whispered. He repeated it over and over in his head. He willed it with all his might to happen.

He opened his eyes and sighed with defeat. He hadn't done it. He was still in the future. He turned and sat on the bed. He looked over at the doorway, but his professor wasn't there. He looked down at his hands.

"I'm sorry." he whispered, one tear slipping down his face.

"Potter! Didn't I tell you not to-oh you're back. Super." Severus said with sarcasm lacing his last word.

Harry looked up in surprise. Yes he was back. He was back where he belonged. He jumped up with a smile. He let out a loud whoop and hugged his professor.

OK! How was that for cute eh? Anyway like I said before I have to kill somebody. So REVIEW and tell who you think it is and one thing you want to happen in this story. The first person who gets it right gets there one thing to happen if I can manage it alright? So REVIEW!