This has turned out to be at lest a longer chapter. Yay!

Ok this is the second to the last chapter. This and the last chapter have a bit of slashness to them, so I worn you now. There seems to be slash for everyone, except Ron and Hermione. There is like an invisible wall that protects those two, but everyone else is free game. *Smiles evilly* I hope you enjoy.

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Harry Potter and the Pissed Off P.M.

Chapter 9:

Because not everything is a fairytale, but there are some magical moments

Harry woke to find himself in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. He knew the sights and smells all to well for it to be anywhere else. Sitting half way up, Harry fumbled around for his glasses. Finding them, he took a good look around the wing to find it empty.

Sinking once again into his cot, Harry became tired once more and fell asleep. It was some time later that Harry woke to see the bed next to him occupied.

Severus lied upon the bed, looking like he was in a peaceful sleep, almost too peaceful. His face was smooth as silk and Harry could not see his chest rise or fall. Panicking Harry shot out of his bed and to his Professor's side. "He's all right, Harry." Turning around Harry saw Cynnus walk through the infirmary doors. "Poppy had to stun him, tie him, threaten him, and drug him with the Draft of the Living Death to get him here." Placing his arms around Harry's shoulders, Cynnus ushered him back to his bed.

"What's wrong with him?" The teen asked.

Cynnus chuckled. "My brother is too stubborn for his own good." Gently helping Harry back into bed, he pulled the covers over the teen. "His leg was hurt badly and Poppy told him that if he doesn't let it heal properly, it won't at all." To this, Harry gasped. "Don't worry, he'll be alright."

Gazing over at Severus, Harry suddenly remembered something. "What about my Godfather?"

A sad longing exasperation appeared on the twin Snape's face. "Get some rest Harry. The Headmaster will be down later. He will give you an update."

"They haven't found him, have they?" Harry asked sadly.

"No, my dear child, they haven't." Cynnus sighed. "Go to sleep, now."

***

Slowly opening his heavy eyes, Harry realized he could not move his body. His eye's snapped open to looking into pale blue ones. "Hello sleeping beauty." Draco whispered.

"Honestly Draco," Harry looked to his sides to see that Ron and Hermione flanked him. "Why are the three of you starring at me like that?"

"Oh Harry!" Hermione pushed Draco to the floor (Damnit woman!) as she reached to hug Harry. "We missed you so much!"

"Hay, mate." Ron patted Harry's shoulder. Hermione was not going to give Harry up so he could give him a brotherly hug. "How are you feeling?"

Harry laughed as Draco picked himself off the ground, glaring at Hermione. "I feel great. A little tired though."

"Then perhaps," A silky baritone tired voice purred into their ears. "You could kick your little fan club out, so some of us could actually sleep."

The four teens turned to the bed next to Harry, to see their Potion Professor glaring at them. "But Godfather," Draco smiled evilly. "We came to see you too." Draco rushed and jumped his Godfather, hugging him furiously. Try as he might, Severus could not pry his Godson off.

Harry bit his lip to keep from laughing and Ron and Hermione held horrified expressions on their faces.

"That's it!" Everyone stopped their movements as Poppy came into the wing. "Out!" She yelled at the students. "Out all of you out! Not YOU Severus!" Snape slumped back into bed.

Draco, Ron and Hermione waved to Harry and Professor Snape as they were kicked out by Poppy. Harry and Severus watched as the door opened again and Cynnus walked in with a smile. "YOU TOO!" Poppy yelled, shoving him back through the door. "Out!" Slamming the door shut, she locked it and went back to her office.

"That woman gets more frightening every time I'm here." Harry starred at the door and turned to the bed next to him as he heard a low chuckle, an almost a rumble.

"She does, doesn't she?" Snape laid back and closed his eyes, not looking at Harry beaming a smile at him.

It wasn't long after Harry fell asleep again that he felt some one shake him awake. Looking up, Harry saw the glittery eyes of the Headmaster. "Good evening Harry."

"Hello, sir." He tried suppressing a yawn.

"Are you hungry at all Harry?" He asked kindly.

"A little, sir."

"I'll have the house elves bring you up something in a bit." Albus sat down in the chair closest to Harry's bed. "Now my dear boy, I have some questions to ask of you." Harry nodded. "Now Harry, do you know who it was that kidnapped Sirius and yourself?"

He nodded again, knowing he might as well tell everything. "It was late at night. Sirius and I had just finished dinner. There was a knock on the door. Sirius opened it and was hit with the Petrificus Totalus. Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle were in the doorway. Before could act I was hit with the spell too." Harry took in a shuddered breath. "I don't remember much after that. I woke up in a dark cell, alone."

Dumbledore shifted in the chair trying to find a more comfortable position. "What happened with Voldemort, Harry? From what Severus tells me, you dropped quit a surprise on him, on all of us."

"I…" Again, he took in a breath, trying to calm his nerves "For some time now I've been myself, trapped into a three year old body. It was after the Quidditch game that I noticed I was grown up faster. I didn't want to; I just wanted to have a normal childhood. In the end, I think my desire to stay a child kept me one, after the potion wore off. I wanted to run around and not have a worry about anything.

"But I soon figured out that I was seventeen. I tried my best to play the part of a three year old. Voldemort just didn't know I was a seventeen-year-old wizard with a wand. They all treated my like I was three." Harry pinched the bride of his nose, willing his headache away. "What about Sirius?"

"We are doing all we can." Albus stood from the chair. "Taking away the Dark Lords eyes put him in a cautious state, Harry. He is more careful and it is taking us longer to gather intelligence." Smiling brightly at Harry, Dumbledore patted Harry's shoulder. "Do not worry, we'll find him. I'll send a house elf up to you soon."

"Professor." Harry called out to him as he reached the door. Albus turned around and looked at him above his half moon spectacles. "Will you ask them to bring a plate for Severus, uh, I mean Professor Snape?"

"Of course, Harry." The Headmaster winked and left the wing.

Harry sunk into his bed, awaiting his food. Again, he pinched his nose, trying to still the pain in his head. As he did this, he didn't notice the shadow looming over him. "Sit up." Harry bolted up at Severus' voice. He clutched his chest, feeling his heart pounding out of it. Harry looked up at his Dark Professor. "Sorry, Potter. Now that you are up, sit in the middle of your bed." Harry obeyed even if he didn't understand why he was doing it.

Severus climbed in, sitting right behind Harry. Hesitantly he reached out with his long fingers. Taking in a breath, he buried them deep with in Harry's dark curls, massaging his scalp.

Harry quickly relaxed once he knew what Severus was doing. That is when he let out a softy laugh. "And what is funny, Potter?"

"You," Harry lend back into Severus keeping him right where he was. "You're a Potion Master and here you are trying to get rid of my headache with your hands, not a potion. It was just funny to me."

"Indeed." The dark voice said in his ear. "I find this works just as well and doesn't cost an arm and a leg, as would the ingredients to make the potion."

"Thank you."

Severus sighed, concentrating on getting Harry's headache to go away. "No, Harry. You don't and never have to thank me." They stayed in silence the rest of the night.

***

"Can you believe it?!" Ron yelled as soon as they were out of the potions classroom. "Why couldn't the 'Nice Snape' finish the rest of the year?"

"I heard he's coming back next year." Hermione said as Harry stuffed his supplies in his bag as they walked.

"A load of good that does us, we're graduating." Ron sighed.

"Damn!"

"What!" Ron yelled jumping at Harry's out burst.

"I left one of my ingredients in the class room." Harry turned to go back, but stopped as his name was called.

Draco ran up the group with a glass vile in his hand. "Godfather told me you left this." Draco tossed it to Harry.

He caught it with a big smile. "Thanks."

Draco winked at Harry and followed them to the Great Hall for dinner. When Harry looked down at the vile, he noticed a note wrapped around it.

Taking it off the jar, Harry stuffed the vile in his bag and opened the note.

Do be careful, Mr. Potter. If I had not already had this ingredient in my storeroom, I would have kept it.

Severus Snape

Harry laughed and caught up with his friends, heading to dinner.

***

Putting it mildly, the graduation was spectacular. The Great Hall was once again bare of tables. The music was loud and wonderful. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco danced in a circle, laughing at Harry's left feet and Draco's almost belly dancer type of dance. Even the teachers were having a good time and they all earned it. During the ceremony, everyone was in tears. The emotion in the air was so thick, but now it was as if they were all dancing on air.

Draco (voted playboy of the class) would randomly go up to someone, dip them and kiss them dramatically and thoroughly. He got a warning glare from Ron as he approached Hermione, who only got a peck on the hand. Harry unfortunately was a victim of his and to every ones surprise so was Neville and if you really were paying attention, Nevilles' kiss lasted longer then any of the others.

Ron (voted best chess player to ever grace Hogwarts) danced solely with Hermione and would not let anyone come near her. Not that anyone would try to test his anger.

Hermione (voted to damn smart for her own good) laughed as Ron would fight someone off that was going to ask her to dance. She thought it was cute to have her own knight. She would not have it any other way.

Harry (voted the most famous person to attend Hogwarts, the winner of the most innocent eyes award, winner of who would look best in just beachwear or towel, and voted the last person to get their growth spurt) started watching his friends from affair. He smiled at them lovingly. He truly wanted to stay with them longer, but there was one last thing he needed to do.

Moving out of the Great Hall, hoping that no one noticed him, Harry made his way to the broom shed and then to the pitch. Standing in the middle of the pitch, Harry closed his eyes, tilted his head up and opened his bright greens. 'The stars are unusually bright tonight' He thought.

Mounting his broom, Harry kicked off and raced around in what would be his last flight at the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch. Harry did some dives and other maneuvers, before he decided to stay in mid air just watching the stars.

As quickly as it came, something white passed his eyes. Looking towards the ground, Harry saw one familiar dark figure in the shadows. Again, the white ball passed Harry. Smirking, he gave way to the chase, but it was over to soon for his liking.

Looking down at, what appeared to be a muggle golf ball, Harry noticed writing. In small black letters it read, 'Nice catch, Mr. Potter.' Harry could even hear the Professor's deep voice.

Looking down the pitch again, Harry saw the dark figure still there. Quickly he flew towards the figure, with a huge smile on his face. The closer he got, the clearer he could see the smirk of Severus Snape.

"Well done, Mister Potter." Severus clapped softly as Harry landed in front of him. "Care to join me?" He pointed towards the lake.

"Very well." Harry said with a smile, following his ex-Professor.

Near the lake, there was a blanket set out and two large pillows. Severus lied down on the blanket, resting his head on his pillow, starring up at the stars. "I come here every graduation." He whispered softly. "The stars always seem to know that I'll be out here. They will shine their brightest."

"It's lovely." Harry took the spot next to Snape, trying not to get to close. He did not want to scare him off, now did he?

Severus shifted to lie on his side, head resting in his hand. "Are you nervous, Mister Potter?"

"About what, sir?" Harry asked still looking towards the sky, feeling nervous as hell. "And it's Harry. I am no longer your student or a three-year-old child you have to look after. I want you to call me Harry."

"As you wish." Severus sighed. "Now are you nervous about leaving this school?"

"I don't see how I wouldn't be." Harry took in a breath, enjoying the night smells. "This place as always been my home. I'm told it's the only place were Voldemort can't get me, but we seem to know differently, now don't we."

Severus snorted. "Are you going to play Quidditch?"

Harry wrapped his arms around him self as he sat up, keeping his back towards Severus. "That is something I would love to do, but not when Sirius is still out there. Right now all I want is to get him back and I'm going to do everything I can to bring him back."

"I see." Severus sat up as well, hugging his legs. "So you will what? Train to be an Auror?"

Harry looked into Snape's black eyes, with his own sad ones. "Yes." He whispered.

Severus let go of his legs and fell back to his pillow. "So the famous Harry Potter is going to be an Auror. I'd rather read about how you caught the snitch five seconds into the game."

"Sir?" Harry eyed Severus worryingly. Even when Snape was watching after him, he did not seem this moody.

"It's Severus, thank you." He sat up again, moving closer to Harry. "And I'd rather not read about your untimely death in the paper, Harry. I don't think my stomach would take it."

Harry smiled. "Are you telling me to be careful?"

"Yes," He sighed. "And I'm telling you, I care about your well being."

"Just my well being?" The moment he said it, Harry regretted it. Now his face was bright red and he had the over whelming urge to jump in the lake.

"Perhaps." Severus said laying back down again. "I've always had a yearning to protect you and I'm not quit sure why."

"Neither do I." Harry said honestly. Severus looked at him blankly. "You've always have been there. Whether I wanted you there or not."

"True."

"And you're wrong." Harry poked the potion masters side, receiving a glare in return.

"About what, Mr. Potter."

"I owe you my thanks. Hell, I owe you more then that. I think my life might be worth some of it, but I could never be able to repay you for all the worrying and protecting you've given me."

Severus studied his ex-student for a time. The brat always seemed to amaze him in one way or the other. "Your welcome."

"Now that you know what I'm going to do," Harry smiled playfully, lying down on his side. "What are you going to do with out me?"

"Grow old and white." Severus mumbled looking up to the sky.

"May I cuddle you?" Severus's eyes grew wide. Where the hell did that come from? "It's cold and you look worm enough."

"Harry, I don't think that's a good idea." Severus sighed and thought, 'I may not let you leave.'

"Ok, no big deal."

Severus looked over at Harry and he seemed content. His bright eyes shined brighter then the moon it's self and he had a happy little smirk to his sweet face. Taking in a breath, Severus opened his arms. "Come here." As soon as the words left his mouth, his arms were full of Harry. "Brat."

Harry snuggled Severus neck, yawning. "I think I'm falling asleep."

"Then do so." Severus whispered, running his fingers through the dark unruly locks. "I'll wake you when you should return to your dorm." Harry nodded and fell asleep in the arms of the man he has had a secret crush on for three years.