Summary:: The wizarding world is involved in a perilous future, while 24 years old Harry Potter has to secretly ally himself to Professor Severus Snape in order to stop the rising of a new Dark Lord. HP/SS and some LM/DM. R&R!


RATING:: Same as before.


Author's Notes:: I know I took a while to update, but I'm a bit busy with school... Well, the chapter is here at last! Uh… the characters may seem a bit OOC…


Thanks:: Nut 2 Jules, WittchWay, Jess the Great, The Red Dragons Order, Leigh, Arwen Rayne, Cosmic Reindeer, Keira.


Disclaimer:: I do not own the characters. Unfortunately. Rowling owns them. Don't sue, don't ask.


{ My Touch, Your Chill }

Authored By felis snape


Chapter Two

Ansuz, Beorc and Kenaz

Half an hour had passed since Snape had the most unfortunate second in the last ten years – an immense lack of luck led him to the Headmaster's office in the precise moment when Harry Potter had decided to visit Albus, after disappearing for eight years. And it seemed fate was decided not to please Severus – now, he sat in the Headmaster's armchair, mouth stuffed with unwanted sweets and mug of tea in hand, while he listened to a boring tale of what had happened to Harry Potter in all those years of disappearance.

He had to admit that a small part of him had indeed felt curious as to what had happened to the boy – there were many theories and rumors, but Professor Snape knew better than to believe them. He was never told the truth – the Headmaster seemed to be the only one to know the boy's localization. And if the man didn't want to tell him, there was nothing Severus could do. Besides, most of him was glad he had left – the boy had always been a pain in the arse.

This did not impede him from listening to what had in reality happened to Potter. Apparently, a group of northern Elves sensed his power, and knew that it was a power beyond anything human had ever possessed. They invited Potter to learn how to control that power with them, how to use Elven magic, and many other things.  The boy accepted the invitation, and all those year he had been living with the Elves.

"…and now I came back. It was time, I missed humanity already." Harry finished talking, and sipped at his tea. He then stared at Severus as if he had grown another head. Well, if he is expecting some kind of compliment, Severus thought angrily, he will certainly not get it. Severus glared at Harry, who didn't look away. The boy hasn't changed…still arrogant and ill mannered.

"What is it boy?" He snapped. Potter gaped at him for a moment, which confused Severus. Severus was even more confused when a smile crossed the boy's eyes. And then he realized what was wrong. Throughout the time when they had been together, Severus had used the term 'boy' when addressing to Potter. And he was certainly no longer a boy. And, apparently, there was something else wrong too.

"I never thought the Professor Snape I knew would be interested in what happened to me." Harry explained, eyes still shining. Damn him, he is so annoying!  "Maybe I wasn't the only one to change..." he mused.

Severus snorted (does he really believe I'm interested?), and the Headmaster, who had been silent in listening all along (apart from some small comments once in a while), started speaking, and Severus suddenly became aware of his presence again.

"Harry, I think now would be the time to warn your friends about your arrival. Do you want me to write them a letter asking for a meeting here at school?" Harry nodded, and Dumbledore smile. "I thought as much. Well, lets not loose time then."

When the two pieces of parchment were ready, an owl, which Harry had not noticed the presence before, took them. One of the letters was to Hermione and Ron, who, according to the Headmaster, lived together in a cozy village, very close to the place where The Burrow was located. The second one was to Sirius and Remus. Harry's stomach felt heavy when he imagined what would be their reactions when he told them what had happened. Talking to Snape hadn't been bad, after all, he had never really minded how the man felt about him. But his former friends…

"Harry, may I ask what you are intending to do now? If I remember correctly, you had a thought of being and Auror before you left." Harry's thoughts were interrupted by the Headmaster's question – a question that only brought more doubt to his mind. He thought for a moment, choosing his words carefully. He couldn't give Albus the impression that he had absolutely no idea what to do next.

"Hmmm… I've been thinking quite a lot about that… There are many things I could do. Of course, a large part of my training with the Elves was dedicated to fighting, wars and combats. I could easily help the minister by being an Auror…"

".. But..?" Asked the Headmaster. Harry blinked, and he lowered his Head, as if ashamed. His feet shifted uneasily.

"I think I wouldn't be happy with a job in the Ministry. I don't know… If I am to protect someone, I prefer to do it by myself…" Harry looked up, trying to find out what would be the expression of the Headmaster, and found concern in the man's face. It made him considerably calmer. Severus, who was still in the room (even if unnoticed), smirked. Yes, leave it to the boy to always think he is better than everyone… A job as an Auror is too simple for the famous Harry Potter, now is it?

Dumbledore, however, didn't seem to think like Severus.

"I understand perfectly well. I myself, could have been an Auror but decided not to. Very well. Do you have a house?" Harry nodded, not understanding the purpose of the question.

"Yes, I do. It is located in a muggle town, but is nowhere near any wizarding communities… The closest one is Diagon Alley, and that is two hours away!" Dumbledore smiled, a mischievous glint hidden behind his eyes, almost unnoticeable.

"Harry, would you mind living at Hogwarts for some time?"

The question shocked both Harry and Professor Snape, in totally different ways. Severus, who had sometime ago fetched some time ago a cup of tea for himself, let it drop in exasperation. Harry, didn't notice this happening, and just grinned from ear to ear.

"Yes, of course I'd li-"

"WHAT?" Severus voice echoed, interrupting Harry's answer, and now finally marking his presence. "I CANNOT BELIE-"

"Oh please, Severus, don't be so drastic." It was Dumbledore's turn to interrupt Severus, with a wave of his hand. "He will just live here for a couple of months… It is not like I invited the man to teach here!"

But a terrible word got caught in Severus thoughts…

Yet.

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Rain dropped mercilessly over the old and decaying roof of the house. A man, clad in worn black robes sat on a corner of that room, knees pulled up to form the foetal position – it was all he could do to warm himself, but little did it help. He warily watched as the window flew open once again, a chilly breeze now filling the room, embracing his body to a point where he felt numb all over. Some of the already few ornaments that had once decorated the house but were now covered in dust were brought down by the wind, and pieces of broken glass, porcelain and many other materials now shattered on the floor. The man didn't seem to care though. Breathing had become painful for him now. His blue eyes were half closed, almost dead-like blank. And like that the man sat, half conscious and half unconscious –close the window - till another man came in, and ran desperately towards him, whispering meaningless words of comfort, embracing him, and saying his name many times.

"Sirius…!"

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Warmth. It was the first thing he noticed. Then sounds. Rain? Yes, definitely rain. Sirius shifted on the bed, and slowly his eyes opened, as if for the first time. A strong light was shining somewhere, making it impossible for him to open them fully.

"…light…" he whispered. Instantly there was a startled sound beside him – probably his companion, whoever it was, hadn't noticed he was awake. Some moments later the light dimmed a little, making it possible for him to see.

His companion was Remus.

"Sirius, are you well?"

"Yes…I could be better, but I'm fine. What…happened?" His voice was hoarse, but he could still speak at least.

"I left the house to go to Hillingtop – the Mister was murdered, remember? – and you stayed behind. I noticed a storm had started, and I did my best to try to get to you in time – I know you cannot do magic, or else they'll track you down." Sirius smiled dryly. "When I got home, you were only half conscious…Sirius I got so worried…!" Sirius rolled his eyes, the same old humour never leaving him. Remus, smiled vaguely in return, and something inside Sirius snapped…wait…he's hiding something…

"What is it Remus? There is something you are not telling me."

"What…? Oh no, don't be silly." Remus gave Sirius a nervous laugh, but stopped abruptly when he saw it had no effect on the man. "Damn you… "

"Remus, I know you better than any other person does." Sirius continued, impatiently. "And, you are a terrible liar. Tell me, what is it?"

"Well, Dumbledore sent us a letter… it was quite vague, but I sensed there is something wrong. Very wrong. I don't know exactly what is it, maybe it was the way he chose his words…I can't shake of this feeling." There was an apprehensive air to Remus' gaze. "He told us to get back to Hogwarts as soon as possible. But of course," he said, an commanding edge in his tone "we will only leave when you are cured." Sirius glared at Remus, who smiled happily.

Oh, by the love of God, how can I stand this man?

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The only presence that indicated life in the room was the blonde boy who paced around as if searching for something. The rest of the room was as still as death – a very peculiar quality when you are talking about wizarding households. In fact, there was nothing inside that room that would make it obviously owned by a wizard – apart from the fact that the blonde man held a wooden stick in his right hand. And the man did seem to own the place (or something very close to that), as he paced with an air of superiority.

The man seemed to be in his early twenties, still young and fresh, as his father would call him sometimes. Malice was evident in every feature of his body – it looked like he had been born to tease, hurt, smirk and conquer. He was extremely (and I do mean extremely) sexy. Robes, made of dark green silk, embraced his body, and accentuated his lean features. There were also some details in silver, like the 'M' in very bottom of the robe. All together, it made him seem majestic, and for some reason all his splendour seemed to be connected to that 'M'.

Another man came into the room, and all the magnificence the boy held seemed to be multiplied by ten. This second man was very similar to the first one, even better – much better. He was taller, much more elegant – the silver hair, that in the first's case was short and extremely tidy, for him it was shoulder length, framing his face in perfect harmony. He also seemed to be much more experienced than the former. Yes, definitely the second man was a dream.

"Father." The first man said, eyes shining. The second one – the father – made his way to stand before the boy, so close that son could feel father's breath caressing him. The son closed his eyes, either in pleasure or in pain.

A/N:: THE FOLLOWING PART SUGGESTS A FATHER/SON SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP.

"Draco," the elder answered, in a cold yet sensual voice. "My Draco…" the father's led his soft hand to cup the son's – Draco's – chin. Draco's own thin hand half covered his father's one, and Draco took it to his lips – he softly kissed the palm and then licked the fingers. "Oh, Draco, I'm so glad… L**** came back to me today… the Minister was killed…oh, yes, I'm so glad…my baby boy…"

Draco continued licking his father's hand, even if hating thoughts crossed his mind. L**** had been here… L**** must have touched his father too, as always. Even as his father kissed him hungrily, Draco could feel the taste of L**** in his lips…His hand dug into his father's hair, but for a moment it seemed to be that auburn hair, and not his father's silvery blonde… He must have kissed him too, licked his whole body, made him cry in pleasure…As always…

Draco cried into his father's kissing mouth, hate and jealousy building up inside him. He was shoved to the floor in return. And then he knew what would happen next, for his father did not lie beside him on the floor. Isntead, he just lifted his wand, and aiming it at Draco whispered one horrible word.

"Crucio."

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Next chapter:: Hermione and Ron appear, everyone meets, Harry's thoughts, Severus' thoughts, and Lucius continues to do evil…

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