A/N: Sorry this has taken so long, my internet was down. Ugh, I hate servers, my email was down to, but on a plus side, I'm posting two chapters at once! Thanks again to all the wonderful people who reviewed.
I think someone was asking why Sev would give such an obvious clue. The way I see it, Harrys parents are in seventh year, and I think (don't quote me on this) but the war only started to get really bad until a year before Harry was killed and so I'm being 'artistic' with the time line, and if all else fails, in the books Draco seems to almost yell at people that he's a death eater or at least a wanabe, so sorta same situation here (or that's my excuse) =)
Chapter three: Holding His Hand at 2am
The cogs in Harrys brain were slowly turning. Oh, shit no way it couldn't be! But damn, it made sense, his hatred for Sirius, his knowledge of Latin, and having to keep the cloak on because he had a T-shirt underneath, well it would if he had gotten the Dark Mark already.
"Severus!" Harry said aloud, he hadn't meant to but the drinks were starting to hit in.
"Yes, but will the magician reveal his secrets? How did you know?"
"Um," Said Harry franticly groping for an excuse but finding noun, "I have to go, as in right now. Great meeting you!" The Slytherin voice inside Harry's head was laughing his ass of at the pathetic handling of the situation. It was a spectacular cock up. Guaranteed to go down in the history books no doubt! 'Boy Who Lives Tries to Seduce Teacher before He Is Even Born.'
"Wait!" Severus' hand shot out to catch Harry's wrist. "You know something about me. Something important enough to make you try to run out of here like a you've seen a mass murderer, and what ever it is you are going to tell me now, because I am not the sort of person that likes to be oblivious to his reputation." The Slytherin just proved he really was Severus Snape with that dark scowl and threatening tone.
Harry shuddered as a sudden thought attacked him, had he really wanted to run his hands through Snapes hair? Yes, he had, and looking over at him, he still did.
"I can't tell you."
"Look, I don't care who you are, or why you're here, or your life story. I just want to know out of all the Latin words in the world bar one you managed to guess my mane, and why when you did you started to panic." Harry looked into Severus' face and stopped struggling to free his wrist from the vice grip. He felt a lump form in his through. Severus looked to be on the border line of panicking.
"I really cant tell you." Harrys voice was a whisper and all but inaudible in the loud club.
"There isn't such a luxury, you wont tell me perhaps, but can't is a whole different matter." Severus loosened his grip on Harry but still held on and pulled him back to the table.
"I'm not from this time." Harry sighed. Snape had always had a cool head. Maybe he would realise that this was one of those better best forgotten things and leave it at that, of even better, Obliviate himself.
The last Harry doubted would happen in Snapes life ever. The man wasn't the type to like to not know things. He would rather have learned a tough lesson and live with the trauma of it all his life than risk making the same mistake twice. And when exactly had Harry got so insightful on his Potions Masters personality traits? Harry supposed it must have come from spending so much time with him in extra lessons.
"I don't know what you take me for but that is a pathetic excuse, at least try something believable."
"Look," Harry said trying not to let his words slur at all, "It's the truth. I can prove it. I know why you're having such a problem with having a T-shirt on. Its because of what's on your forearm, that delightful tattoo of his. Do I need to go on?" Snapes grip tightened ten fold and his eyes went wide.
"Do you want to get me killed? Shut up and follow me, try to look inconspicuous. Draw any un-due attention to us and you'll find out why I am not to be annoyed." Snapes hand let go of Harrys wrist but took his hand instead, so tight Harry thought he could feel his bones grinding together. Still he didn't say anything about it, he didn't have a death wish after all, well not much of one.
Severus paid for the drinks and they left out into the dark of the night. It was far colder than the bar and Harry felt himself shiver, in maybe ten minutes the Gryffindor was sure he would turn into an ice cube. He reached for his wand to cast a heating charm but Severus saw the move and took the wand away.
"Wouldn't want you to do anything rash now would we?" Harry sighed, he'd thought of that already. If he hexed Severus and ran for it, Severus would spend way to much time looking for the stranger that could uncover him as a Death Eater at any moment. That could change time to much. He could Obliviate him himself, but he could run the risk of removing some really important memories, so Harry decided the best course of action was just to tell him what was going on. What ever happened Snape had never mentioned it to him in the present/future so maybe Snape had never figured out the time traveller was Harry Potter.
"I'm just cold!"
"Why didn't you have a cloak them?" Severus' tone was patronising through and through.
"Because I wasn't planning on leave the club!"
"Well, how did you get there? It was cold all day."
"I time travelled, we've covered this!"
"And I've already made it clear that I think that's a load of crap." Snape said impassively. They were walking down a dimly lit street, with a full moon high in the sky. Harry gave a brief thought to Lupin. Him, Peter, Sirius and of course James would no doubt be roaming the grounds of Hogwarts at that very moment. Harry felt a twinge of longing to go and join them, but he knew he couldn't.
"I really am cold." Harry muttered to himself.
"Oh, do quit complaining. Here." Severus put his arm around Harrys shoulder and draped his cloak around the both of them. Harry suppressed a laugh, or tried to, at the situation. Rom would send him to Mungos if he told him that he had walked down the streets of Hogsmeade with Severus Snapes arms around him holding his hand at 2am in the morning. Even if it was just to stop him running away or complaining, Harry couldn't help but lean into the arm around him, Severus was surprisingly warm and soft and Harry felt safe. It was stupid. Snap did at one point willingly join Voldemort, so he must have been evil at one point, but that didn't seem relevant. Damn that Vodka!
They kept walking until they made it to a small block of flats. Severus un-locked the door and let Harry into flat number 6.
It was a small place, beautiful though. In the living room there were two matching sofas in a deep red and a mahogany book case and shelves. There was a wizarding radio and Moving pictures all over the walls. Most of them were Quidditch and Harry nearly fainted when he realised that Snape was the Slytherin team captain in them. He didn't even know Snape played let alone was captain. It did make sense though, Severus was amazingly graceful, and his younger self was just as light footed.
The floor was wood with a large sheep skin rug in front of a black marble fireplace. There was a glass coffee table and doors leading into other rooms. Shape let go of Harrys hand and placed locking charms on the door.
~*~*~Tbc~*~*~
