Well…it certainly has been a long time since I posted. I apologize to all those who have been waiting for new chapters. Time just seems to have moved so fast! I have reviewed these three chapters and re-posted them. I hope you enjoy!

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*Standard disclaimer* I do not own the characters in either Harry Potter or Sailor Moon, no matter how much I would like to! The scenarios they find themselves in however are mine. Have fun!

Chapter I

Voldemort has been defeated, darkness has finally been banished.  United as one, the forces of light conquered this, the current darkness. It was mulled over by many of the survivors, the strange bonds that had formed while they fought side by side. Old hatreds and grudges had been set aside and forgotten in the necessity of learning to trust and live with another person. This phenomenon is what one Hogwart's Potions Master mulled over in his mind as he and his young Gryffindor companion sat around the Great Hall fireplace well after the school curfew.

            Severus Snape looked over at Harry Potter, amazed that they were where they were, not a taunt in hearing distance. Harry, in fact, was silently reading a book as he snuggled deeply into the comfortable chair that he had claimed for the evening. Occasionally he would reach out for his still warm mug of butterbeer. Feeling his companion's intense scrutiny Harry looked up from his reading, "What's wrong, Sev?" Severus felt the familiar grimace pass over his face at the name, only THIS boy could get away with calling him THAT nickname, and only in private. The boy seemed to ignore every order dictated to  address him in some other manner! Shaking his head, Severus raised his cup of tea to his lips, ignoring the curiosity in the boy's, no, young man's eyes.

            "It's nothing Harry…nothing at all…just thoughts…"

            Putting a mark on his current page, Harry closed his book revealing the book's spine and title, Potions For Fun by: M.A.D. Hater. Snape smirked; he had most definitely rubbed off on the young man over the years.  Harry had now placed his piercing gaze fully on his current professor. Harry waited patiently for Snape to start talking, knowing that given enough time, he would.

            Slowly, staring at the fire rather than at his companion, Snape made his thoughts known. "I was just thinking of the oddity of US being here, now…."

            "You mean friends, don't you?"

            "Yes. Considering our relationship prior to the last battle…I never thought THIS could be possible, let alone a reality."

            "But you forget, Sev, that was then, this is now. A lot has changed since the end of last term."

            "Aye, that's true. What's the tally anyway?"

            Harry smirks, "10 to 9, me, why?"

            "Damn! Are you sure that you saved my backside that many times over the years?"

            Harry chuckles into his mug, his eyes a glitter, as he watches the black robed presence beside him. "Yes."

            "Damn!"

            They both chuckle as they finish their drinks, a distant clock striking a severely ungodly hour to remain awake at. Silently they mutually decide to end the night. Harry gained his feet, whispered a silent good-bye, and was gone through the heavy oaken doors before Severus could respond. Snape sat staring into the fire for what seemed a long time after his companion supposedly had returned to his dorm, only to be roused by a muffled, yet very familiar cry of pain.